The carpet prickled Paula's bare feet. Muscles taut, feeling totally vulnerable in her nakedness, she hurried up the stairs, cursing the third step from the top when it squeaked under her weight. At the top of the stairs she stopped for a split second, a perverse thrill making her nipples erect and her cunt water. Then she slipped into the master bedroom as silently as possible. As she started to close the door, she heard him moving around downstairs. It was too soon! She wasn't ready yet. She chewed on her lower lip, tensing. She hurried too much, and the latch of the door snapped loudly, sounding even more deafening because of her effort not to make any noise.
On shaking legs, she took three quick steps across the room to the closet, jerked the door open and slipped inside, pressing through the tightly packed clothes. Shoving between a slick satin dress and the scratchy tweed of one of his suits, she huddled against the back wall of the closet. Straining her ears, she heard slow, steady steps coming up the stairs.
Paula wrinkled her nose at the smell of mothballs and leather. She started to sneeze and pressed one finger against the bottom of her nose to stifle the urge. The effort made her eyes water.
There was the characteristic squeak of the third step from the top, then silence. Mentally, Paula counted the next steps. Then she knew he was at the top of the stairs. He must have heard the door latch click. Hopefully, he hadn't been able to tell which latch it was.
The silence stretched into long nerve-racking minutes. Paula was ready to scream from tension. She clutched at the clothes around her, knotting her fingers in them. This was insane! What was she doing here? She was naked, huddling in the back of her own closet while he searched for her. The wall against her bare back felt cold, while the clothes brushing against her were a wildly contrasting collection of sensations. One tit was almost burned by the roughness of the tweed suit against her nipple. The satin felt like ice against her other breast. She tried to shift away from the tweed suit and her feet tangled in the shoes below, knocking one aside with a booming thud.
She froze, certain he'd heard the clatter. Something made a steady, even, tink-tink-tink and she stuffed her hand in her mouth, terrified, then realized what it was. Blindly, but carefully, she reached out and stopped the swinging of the belt. The buckle stopped its tinkling. She strained her ears again.
There wasn't a sound.
Maybe he'd gone away! The thought washed over Paula with a tide of relief that was instantly followed by a backwash of disappointment.
Paula was suddenly struck by a feeling of deja vu, the feeling of having been here before. She remembered a party, more years back than she cared to count. She was feeling very old and dated all of a sudden. It was fifteen, no sixteen years before, the summer she'd turned fifteen. She was hiding in a closet, only this time she wasn't naked; she was wearing her best party dress. She was waiting for someone to find her, and hoping desperately that it would be HIM. Buried behind the clothes as she was, she was afraid that no one would find her at all. At the same time, she was afraid that the wrong one would find her. That would be just as bad. Steps drew near her hiding place and she cleared her throat, so quietly she was afraid that whoever it was outside hadn't heard her. But they had.
The door flew open. And it was him! He'd laughed, a laugh of happiness and triumph. And instead of hauling her out of the closet to drag her to home base as his trophy, he'd slipped into the closet and pulled the door closed behind him. They huddled together in the dark. She'd felt a strange excitement stirring in her virginal pussy as he'd taken her in his arms and held her close as they kissed in a wild, wonderful, new way they'd never done before. He'd felt hot and hard and strong against her as he wrapped his strong young arms around her. And then, when he'd slid his hand around her side and up toward her tittie, she'd let him.
Her heart was hammering so hard it was bruising itself against her ribs as his frightened fingers sought and found the tender, young mound of her tit and pressed and squeezed it through her dress, slip and bra. She'd been glad and sad that she was wearing so many layers of clothes.
The explosion of light as the closet door was jerked open blanked out the memory of that party sixteen years before. But not before Paula remembered that the same thing had happened then. His fingers had been on the top button of her dress when the door had been jerked open, the light blinding them both.
Paula was short enough to be hidden behind the clothes. She held her breath. She couldn't see out, could only judge his position by the shadow on the wall over her head. She huddled down behind the clothes, holding her breath. She thought he might miss her. And she wasn't sure whether that was what she wanted or not. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, sensitive and sore as they brushed the clothes with every strained, silent breath.
The clothes rustled and a hanger squeaked on the metal rod. Then his hand groped through the gap between a sweater and a blouse. Blindly it fumbled around, inches from her bare shoulder. Paula tried to shy away from it without making any noise. Looking frighteningly unattached, the hand thumped and bumped against the back wall of the closet. Paula watched it as if it were a snake. It moved away from her, and she let out a silent sigh of relief as it groped toward the other end of the closet.
Then it moved back the other way, toward her, and Paula inched desperately away from it until she was jammed into the corner. It stopped, inches from her shoulder, blocked by the jam-up of clothes. She held her breath as the fingers of the hand slid another inch along the wall, then stopped, so close to her she was sure he could feel the heat from her body.
The hand was withdrawn with a suddenness that left her gasping. She was safe!
"Must not be here," he muttered from beyond the barrier of clothes. "Guess I'll have to look somewhere else."
The door closed, leaving Paula in blackness again, and she remembered how it had been sixteen years before. That time, the door hadn't closed; they hadn't been left in blissful solitude to further explore the wild new thing they'd discovered. Instead, their finder had crowed in triumph, drawing the spotlight of ruthless, juvenile attention to them. They'd emerged from the closet blushing and pulling away from each other, painfully embarrassed.
Paula stayed in the corner only a few seconds while this memory flitted through her mind. Then, quietly, she slipped through the clothes and hovered against the door, straining her ears. Outside the closet there wasn't a sound. She was safe!
She was just about to open the closet door when the knob was wrenched out of her fingers. The explosion of light made her blink and try to pull back into the concealing clothes.
"Gotcha!" Mike crowed exultantly, his hand closing on one of her arms. Unceremoniously, he hauled her out of the closet, tucked his shoulder into her stomach and heaved her up like a sack of potatoes.
"Michael, you put me down," Paula squealed happily.
"Just what I plan to do," Mike grunted, turning so quickly her feet banged the closet door, making it swing back against the wall with a crash.
Paula was hanging, head down, over his shoulder, her breath driven out of her. She clung to his bare asscheeks as he carried her across the room. She kicked futilely, feeling the air against her upraised ass and waving thighs.
"Down you go!" Mike cheered.
Paula shrieked as she flew through the air, kicking and grabbing wildly for anything that might break her fall. Then she hit the bed and bounded in a wild tangle of arms and legs. As she bounced on the mattress, she had one wonderful split second to look at her husband as he towered over her.
Then he was diving onto the bed next to her, making the springs protest. The headboard slammed against the wall with the impact of his body. His hands were all over her, stroking her soft, naked skin, cupping her small, soft tits, scrubbing over her already excited nipples, making them burn.
As her passion surged higher, Paula reached for him and measured the wonderful strength of his body, tested the hardness of his muscles. He felt hot and exciting as she stroked his back and shoulders, digging her fingers into his smooth skin.
He was pinching and twisting her nipples; then he was sliding one hand down, lower and lower, toward her burning cunt. She spread her quivering thighs for him. She felt his fingers brush her scant pubic hair, then press against her clit. That hesitant touch was like fire through her body, a searing lightning bolt of pleasure. The steady pressure he exerted on her button caused a gut-shaking roll of thunderous lust. Blindly, she reached for his throbbing cock and wrapped her hand around its solid, seven-inch length. It was like a velvet-wrapped club, a bludgeon. She squeezed the blunt-nosed spear at his groin, measuring its readiness.
Paula writhed, flat on her back, clinging to the one shaft of reality that she cared for, while her husband plunged his fingers toward the opening of her snatch, maintaining a steady pressure on her clitoris as he did so. He massaged her steaming-hot tissues, and Paula felt her juices gush out to coat his fingers and prepare a path for his powerful hard-on. Digging her heels into the mattress, she lifted her pelvis against his hand as he massaged her folds into a juice-slicked pudding of lust.
Her hand was sticky now as she rubbed her fingers over the head of his cock. The slippery gumminess of his juices gave Paula a wild, animalistic, earthy feeling. Releasing him for just a second, she licked the juices from her fingers', tasting their familiar saltiness. He was ready. She rolled toward him, lifting one leg and slipping it over his. Her cunt was gaping open hungrily as she squirmed over him. He rolled toward her, and she reached down and guided his cock into her puffy cunt.
The first touch of his shaft against the internal folds of her pussy was enough to make Paula gasp and dig her fingers into his shoulders. Worming her hips around, she worked the shaft into her, wedging her cunt open with its head.
A well-rehearsed team they worked their hips against each other, drilling his cock into her cunt, deeper and deeper. As he wedged her box open with his organ, Paula began to feel fuller and fuller, She pressed against him, encouraging his pumping drives as he penetrated deeper and deeper. Their bodies pressed together as he neared the fullest possible depth of penetration, and Paula felt her nipples digging into his chest.
Another wriggle of his hips and hers, and he was sheathed in her, his cock swathed in the hot folds of her cunt. Her clitoris was trapped between their pubic bones, squeezed to a fiery knot of pleasure. Tendrils of passion seemed to burn through her body to the key muscles, tightening them brutally as she pressed against him.
When he pumped his cock in and out of her, she clung to him as earthquake shocks rocked her from head to toe. She matched his drives carefully, digging her fingers into him and biting her lip as her excitement grew and grew with every stroke. She was burning with pleasure, fighting for breath.
She lifted and lifted, higher and higher, and closer and closer to her own peak. It broke over her like a wave, knocking the wind out of her as she was tossed and swirled in a wild froth of pleasure. Like a castaway, she clung desperately to Mike, as to a life preserver in a raging sea. She felt him jerk and push against her, shoving and driving. Then he was still and straining. Deep inside, she felt his cock grow a fraction of an inch more, then jerk inside her, pumping vigorously. His semen pulsed into her cunt with every drive of his muscles.
Then, slowly, his twitching died away, his muscles relaxing from the strain. They slumped together, limp and tired.
Paula snuggled against him and felt loved and warm and wonderful. He was murmuring words of love in her ear, and she purred in response. She petted his back as they snuggled together.
There was only one, small, ridiculous qualm buried deep inside her. She tried to ignore it, resentful of anything disturbing what should have been complete tranquility and satisfaction. But it wouldn't go away. As his cock deflated, the feeling grew, leaving her feeling vaguely unsatisfied. She turned it over in her mind, trying to understand what it was that was bothering her. She knew what it was, but resisted the knowledge as long as possible, unwilling to admit that everything was less than perfect. But the feeling wouldn't go away, and at last she had to acknowledge what it was.
It was always the same. No matter how it began, it always turned out the same. This time they'd started with the idea of a game of hide-and-seek. It had been her idea, though she hadn't remembered her sixteenth birthday party until she'd been in the closet. But the end result had been the same. It had been good, but no better than the day before yesterday, when Mike had woken her up with gentle kisses and taken her before she'd been fully awake.
Paula tried to shake off the feeling of dissatisfaction. She'd come, and come well, and wasn't that what really mattered? She loved her husband, and he loved her. What more could she ask for? She should be grateful that she and Mike weren't like the Calloways.
The thought of the Calloways reminded Paula of something, and she pushed back from Mike after giving him a friendly peck of a kiss. "Hey, I almost forgot," she said.
"Forgot what?" Mike asked. "And no wonder you forgot. I can drive all thought from your mind."
"Quit bragging," Paula chided him, at the same time wishing that what he said was true. "The Calloways invited us over tomorrow evening."
"What's the occasion?" Mike asked, gently stroking his wife's side.
"No occasion," Paula replied. "They just invited us over."
Mike made a face. "What'd you say?" "I said I'd have to check with you, but that we'd try to make it."
"Oh," Mike grunted.
"We don't have to go," she hurriedly added.
"But you think we should," Mike sighed.
"But I think we should," Paula admitted. She was silent for a moment. "They just don't know anyone in the neighborhood. We're the only friends they have."
"Whose fault is that?"
"Well, it's not ours," Paula answered quickly, "but that doesn't make it any easier on them. They're nice kids."
"I know, I know," Mike soothed her. "It's just that..."
Paula finished the sentence for him. "It's just that they have their problems."
"They are their problem," Mike corrected her.
"They love each other," Paula pointed out.
"They sure have a peculiar way of showing it."
Paula sighed. "If you don't want to go, we don't have to."
"You really think we should?"
Paula nodded. "Uh-huh. When Edie called me, I had the feeling it was pretty important to her. Please, Mike? I like her. We don't have to stay long. Can't you try to get along with him?"
"I can get along with him," Mike told her. "I wish he didn't drink so much, but that isn't what really bothers me. It's the sniping they do at each other all the time."
"They have their problems," Paula acknowledged. "I wish we could help them somehow. Maybe our seeing them will help a little. Besides, maybe it'll be different this time."
Mike gave his wife a friendly kiss. "Okay, okay. It's a chance for free drinks, at least. But I wish they'd get some other friends'. They've lived next door for six months now, and we're the only people they know around here."
"They can't afford to throw any kind of a party," Paula pointed out. "At least, not a fancy one. And that's the only kind of party Edie wants to have."
"So who needs a fancy party?"
"I tried to tell her that, but she says she wants to make a good impression."
"In this neighborhood, the only thing you need for a good impression is a well-stocked bar. And that they've got," Mike argued.
"I know, I know." Paula thought for a moment. "Maybe Howard and Anne would like to meet them."
"I thought you didn't like Anne," Mike commented.
"Oh, I do, too," Paula protested.
"That's not the feeling I got. The last time we discussed her, you virtually called her a tramp," Mike recalled.
"I did not," Paula argued vehemently. "I merely said that before she got married, she slept with half the men in town. And you know it's true."
"Doesn't that make her a tramp?"
"Uh-uh. It just means she slept with half the men in town. Since she and Howard got married, she's been as faithful as anyone could ask," Paula stated. "Besides, she never slept with you."
"Are you sure?" Mike teased.
"Oh, she did not!" Paula insisted. "Did she?"
"Well, now, I wouldn't bet on that," Mike chuckled.
Paula sat up in bed. "You monster. She never slept with you. Besides, you didn't even know her until after we got married. And I've kept you busy enough to be sure you haven't had anything left to play around with."
Mike raised his hands in surrender. "You win, you win. I was just teasing. Do you think Don and Edie would get along with Howard and Anne?"
"I don't see why not. Besides, having another couple might take some of the pressure off of us and might settle the Calloways down a little."
Mike snorted. "I don't think anything's going to slow down Don's boozing."
"If Edie didn't snipe at him so much, he probably wouldn't drink so much," Paula said.
"And if he didn't drink so much, Edie wouldn't snipe at him so much," Mike argued.
"That's not what she complains about," Paula informed him.
"It isn't? Then what does she hit him about all the time?"
Paula lay down next to Mike again and stroked his chest gently, cushioning her head on one of his arms. "She's never said it in so many words, but I have the feeling it's sex."
"Sex?"
"Oh, stop leering, you monster," Paula giggled. "Yes, sex. I don't think he's a very good lover." "Personal experience?"
"Mike! Of course not. It's just the things she says to, him and about him."
Mike rolled on his side, propping his head up on one hand. Curiously, he began to play with one of Paula's nipples, tweaking it and making it stand up perkily. "How are we going to get Anne and Howard to the Calloways without Don and Edie getting all uptight?"
Paula mulled this new problem over. "We could invite everyone over here."
"I suppose so. But I thought we were invited over there."
"We are," Paula admitted. "And, since it's their turn, and they keep track of things like that, they'll never let us have them over here ... Stop that."
Mike ignored her order and continued playing with her nipple, pulling on the little rubbery point and twisting it between his fingers. "So we're stuck."
"We don't have to see them," Paula noted. "If it bothers you too much." Her voice was shaky from the sensations he was triggering in her with his idle playing.
"Mmmm, you feel good," Mike murmured softly, cupping her breast and kneading it gently. "I didn't say it bothered me that much."
"You lecher," Paula said softly, beginning to simmer with excitement. She slid her hand down her husband's flat, well-muscled stomach and combed her fingers through his heavy pubic hair. She touched his cock and wasn't surprised to find that it was hard again. "Then can I tell Edie we'll be there?"
Mike lowered his head and sought her nipple with his lips. When they closed around her tit, Paula thought she was going to melt. She groaned involuntarily and wrapped her hand around her husband's solid cock.
Mike nipped her tit with his teeth, tugging at it. He released it, and it snapped back slightly, getting even harder. "I guess so," he sighed. "I like her, and he's really not a bad guy."
"You don't like her too much, I hope!"
"Jealous?" he asked, after nipping her nipple again and watching its response.
"Like crazy," Paula answered in a throaty voice, tangling her fingers in his hair and dragging his head up for a wild kiss. Their mouths met, opened, and their tongues dueled wildly. Their teeth clicked together as the kiss went on and one and on. Paula refused to release his head until the room was swimming around her.
"I think I'd better get you jealous more often," Mike chuckled, fighting for breath.
"Don't you dare," Paula growled, dragging him back down for another wild, searing kiss. His hand was on her breast, massaging and pressing the small, soft mount. He trapped her nipple between two fingers and tugged it gently, making it feel strained and wanted and excited all at the same time.
Paula rubbed her thighs together slowly and sensuously, feeling the satin softness of skin against skin and enjoying it thoroughly. She was holding Mike's head between her hands and relentlessly kept the kiss going. His body was hot against hers, and his skin felt wonderfully soft. She was suddenly, strangely glad that he wasn't very hairy. She liked the softness of his skin over the hardness of his muscles, without the harshness of bristling hair intruding on the feeling.
"I'm glad you're not very hairy," she told him softly.
"Huh?" Mike was caught off base by the strange comment.
"I said, I'm glad you're not hairy," she repeated. "I don't like hairy men."
"And how many hairy men have you had?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"None. But I've seen hairy men, and I don't like them."
"If I'd turned out to be hairy, would you have refused to marry me?"
Paula thought this over. He was making it very hard to think by spoiling first one breast, then the other, with attention. "I would have asked you to shave," she replied jokingly, her voice shaking from passion.
"Like hell you would have," he snorted, twisting one nipple sharply.
"Oh." Paula gasped from the mixture of pleasure and pain. "Do that again."
"This?" Mike twisted her nipple again.
"Oh, yes," she urged desperately. She was squeezing his cock tight in her fist, and rolling her head on the bed.
Mike chuckled and did the same thing to her other tit, leaving her weak and gasping from the delicious agony that was searing through her body.
As her passion soared upward, Paula hoped that maybe this time it would be different somehow. She felt his hand move toward her cunt and spread her legs. His finger found her quim and slid in smoothly on the juices from their first session. She lifted and rocked her pelvis to push her clitoris against his palm. She was building upward rapidly now.
He moved toward her and she released his cock as he slid over her, covering her body with his. He felt heavy and hard. The mattress sagged under their combined weight. Her body welcomed his weight as she was driven deep into the mattress. She spread her legs and felt his thighs against her tender, slick skin. The sparse hair he had there felt good. His smooth, naked chest felt good against hers. She squirmed her breasts against him, relishing the way her hard nipples were being ground between them.
She felt him shifting and moving, trying to guide his cock into her juicy cunt, and she wanted him to hold back. She shifted to trap his cock against her pubic bone. It was a steel-hard rod caught between them. By shifting her hips, she could roll it and crush it against her clitoris. The feeling was wild. She clutched at his back and dug her teeth into his shoulder.
"Easy," he grunted, backing away from her as she pushed her hips up against him, brutally crushing his cock between them.
"Sorry," she apologized in disappointment. It had felt so good, that hard, hot mass, massaging her clitoris like some wild rolling pin.
He drew back, slid down to drop his cock between her thighs, then drove it upward blindly. She felt it jab into her crotch, missing her cunt. Shifting her hips, she tried to help his aim, but they seemed to be working at cross purposes this time.
"Easy," she cautioned as he jabbed his cock at her again. Reaching down, she managed to guide him to her hot hole. He pushed up into her with a powerful thrust of his hips and she gulped as his bulk jammed into her.
She wriggled as he mindlessly drove his cock at her. She didn't know what it was she wanted, but this wasn't it. But she didn't know what to do about it. So she wriggled her hips and did her best to help him get into her. It felt good, but not as good as she wanted it to. feel. She gripped at his shoulders as he drilled more and more deeply into her. She spread her thighs as wide as possible and lifted her hips to give him better penetration. He welcomed the change with a powerful drive of his hips which sank his cock even more deeply into her.
Her clitoris was again being pulped between their pubic bones, and that felt good, wonderful, fiery. Paula was seething with lust as she relished the spiking he was giving her. She felt full of his masculinity, but her back was tiring as she fought to keep her hips off the bed. Blindly she reached above her and located a pillow. Dragging it down, she managed to shove it under her hips. Then she could relax, her hips on the pillow, while Mike drilled as deeply into her as he ever had.
He seemed content to hold his ground, buried in her to the hilt. He didn't move, but just lay on top of her. She savored the feel of his bulk buried in her wet quim. A wild, weird thought flickered across her mind. She wondered if all men felt the same. She hadn't been a virgin when she'd married Mike, but she'd never known another man, either. She tried to banish the thought from her mind, but it wouldn't leave. Instead, she found herself visualizing other men doing to her what Mike was doing.
There was a teacher from her single year at college, a teacher she'd had a wild crush on. Then there was the football player she'd dated twice, until he'd tried to force her further than she'd been willing to go. She tried to imagine the big, blocky jock on top of her, jamming his cock into her, and her lust soared upward suddenly. She tightened her cunt around Mike's cock.
"What's with you?" Mike asked, destroying her fantasy.
"Nothing," Paula lied, feeling guilty.
"You tightened up like a tourniquet," Mike pointed out.
"Like this?" Paula asked, tightening her cunt again.
"Yes," Mike grunted. He moved his cock in and out of her once.
Paula tried to keep her cunt tensed up, but failed. "Sorry, that's hard to do."
Mike stopped moving and again just lay on top of her. "I wish you'd practice it," he sighed.
"Like this?" Paula asked, flexing the muscles again and again. The movement got easier as she became more familiar with it.
"And how," Mike sighed, obviously enjoying the new sensation.
Paula began to ache and had to stop. "I'm not used to doing that," she confessed. She was pleased that she'd found something new in their love making.
Mike bit his Up in concentration, and suddenly she felt his cock jerk inside her. "Oh," she gasped, the sensation burning through her from head to toe.
"Like that?" Mike asked.
"Do it again," she pleaded.
Mike frowned, and again she felt his cock jerk in her hot sheath, sending a wild explosion of new pleasure through her.
"Oh my, that's good," she sighed.
"I can't do it too much," Mike admitted.
Paula shifted her hips,, sliding him in and out of her snatch as she squirmed under him. She was feeling a bit better about their lovemaking now.
Mike moved, pistoning his cock in and out of her pulsing hole smoothly, raising her slowly to higher and higher levels of passion. Lying there, with her hips lifted on the pillow, Paula relished the depth of his penetration. She was sure he was almost touching bottom with his cock. She experimented, bringing her legs together and lifting them slightly, but found that this decreased the depth of his penetration. So she spread her legs wide, bending her knees and giving him the most open target possible. He gained another fraction of an inch in depth, but she still didn't feel him touch bottom.
As she enjoyed her increasing excitement, she was distracted again by the thought of other men's cocks in her. She remembered the boy from the party, the one that had found her in the closet. She wondered what he would have been like. She tried to visualize him in Mike's place but failed because she couldn't picture his body.
Mike was moving faster now, and harder, driving his cock as deeply as possible into her. Paula wrapped her arms around him and clung to him as she rocked with his drives. He was still moving deliberately, with none of the mindlessness that came over him as he neared his climax.
Paula's hips responded to his drives with a mind of their own. Following the blind dictates of her instincts, Paula moved and thrust against her husband as he drove his cock into her. Every time they came together, her clitoris was smashed between his pubic bone and hers, turning it into a wild little knot of pleasure. That one point produced a searing, star-like heat that was melting her down. Added to this was the less intense heat from her cunt.
Mike pushed up from her and looked down at her. Smiling, she closed her eyes, touching his strong arms gently as he hungrily stared down at her. Without looking, she knew he was studying her naked body, looking down to where his cock was sliding in and out of her hairy cunt. She knew he liked to watch his cock drilling into her body as he fucked her. She felt him change his angle to stimulate his cock more against the walls of her cunt, and she felt his prick tug past her clitoris with the change. It was all so good. And all so familiar.
Paula felt herself soaring upward. Then Mike's arms folded and he came down on top of her, his body crushing hers, his hands gripping her shoulders. His hips were moving harder and faster now, driving his cock into her cunt hard, hard, hard, jolting her with the mindless power of his thrusts. Their bodies slapped together and she felt his balls swinging against her ass as he hammered his cock home again and again and again. Then he was driving at her even harder, and she felt him coming. His semen poured into her cunt to join his earlier load and Paula hugged him to her desperately, striving for another climax herself and failing.
Like a wind-up motor whose time is done, Paula's muscles ran down, relaxing slowly, leaving her limp and tired. She snuggled her head against Mike's shoulder, telling herself how much she loved him. He was murmuring in her ear and gently kissing her as she relaxed.
When he rolled away from her, she was exhausted. Lifting her hips, she hauled the pillow out and tucked it under her head. She was so exhausted that her disappointment was quickly blotted out by sleep.
II
Paula lay back in the hot bubble bath and let the fragrant, steamy warmth soak deep into her bones. She felt the knots of tension in her muscles soften and dissolve as if they were lumps of sugar. The bubbles tickled her chin, they were piled so deep. She played with them idly, lowering her head and puffing at them, blowing little blobs of white froth into the air. She felt incredibly luxurious as she softened slowly in the hot bath.
It hadn't been a bad day. It hadn't been a good day. It had been a day, and that was all she could say about it. That was all she could ever say about her days, it seemed. Until she'd gotten married, she'd worked. None of the jobs she'd had had been important, or earth-shaking. But they'd been something. When marriage had come, she'd looked forward to "retiring" from work.
Now, three years later, she was nudged occasionally by the urge to move back into the business world and leave the housekeeping to someone else. She didn't. She'd never seriously discussed the matter with Mike. His view of women's lib was neutral, but it wasn't that that kept Paula from discussing it with him. It was her own inertia. She wasn't really dissatisfied at home. Nor was she bored, since she had more than enough outlets for her energy, including dabbling in art. There was just a very vague feeling of-something-that said there must be more to life.
The bubble bath melted away these feelings, letting her turn off her mind and drift thoughtlessly through a frothy cloud of steam. She felt her skin and the water and the heat, and smelled the perfume of the suds. It was all so deliciously decadent.
"Hey, anyone home?" Mike called out from the bedroom.
Paula debated answering for a second, unwilling to break the peaceful tranquility of her leisure. Until her husband had called out, the only sound had been the musical plink of the tap dripping. Mike's voice was an intrusion on her beautiful reverie. "In the tub," she answered at last, her voice echoing unpleasantly back at her from the tile walls.
"I'm home," Mike informed her.
"Never would have guessed," Paula answered lazily, playing with a drift of suds, sculpting them into a crude replica of the Matterhorn.
"Are you all right?" Mike asked from right outside the door.
Paula roused herself and tried to sound more attentive. She felt half-asleep. "I'm fine."
"Tonight's the night we go over to Don and Edie's, you know," he reminded her.
"I know," she replied, trying to sound more enthusiastic than she felt. The lassitude created by the bubble bath was proving hard to break out of. "I'll be out to fix dinner in just a minute."
"Okay," Mike answered. "I'm going to have a drink. Do you want one?"
"No, I'd better save myself for this evening," Paula called.
Paula lazed back in the tub as Mike departed with a vague comment about taking her time and enjoying her bath. But her peaceful mood had been shattered and couldn't be recaptured just by submerging herself in the foamy suds. With a sigh, she reached for the soap and began to wash, starting with her face.
Finishing her face, Paula soaped herself with her hands, smearing lather down from her neck and over her chest as she sat up higher in the tub. The position brought her tits up out of the water and she felt her nipples stiffen at the touch of the cool air. Looking down at the small mounds, she lathered them carefully as she studied them. They're too small, she thought idly. They were really very little mounds. It wasn't just that they weren't very high, they weren't very big around at their bases, either.
Her hands felt slippery as she lathered the shy mounds of her breasts, brushing her fingers over the rubbery bumps of her nipples. The slick friction made her nipples harden into sharp little peaks. The circles surrounding her nipples were small-dime-sized Mike had once called them-and the peaks of her nipples were perfectly centered in them. When they got excited, as they were now, they formed little conical caps for her breasts.
Paula sat up straight in the tub, arching her spine, thrusting her boobs forward a little bit, removing the tiny hint of a crease at their undersides as she did so. Framed by her breasts, under the water, she could vaguely see the sparse bush of her pubic hair, a neat, compact triangle nestled between her thighs.
She ran her soapy hands up from the undersides of her breasts, over the rounded mounds, and shuddered delicately at the wash of sexual excitement that ran through her as her fingers brushed over her nipples. She thought of the approaching evening, and her excitement increased for no discernible reason. Something about going over to Don and Edie's was vaguely exciting, but she couldn't figure out why. She thought specifically about Don, and nothing happened. She felt no strong attraction to the man, though she admitted he wasn't at all bad-looking.
When she thought of both Edie and Don, the excitement returned, making her nipples harden even more. Paula decided that her reaction was illogical by any standards, even her own. She tried to concentrate on her bath, but the excitement remained, a dull, steaming heat that replaced the relaxation of the bubble bath. She found herself toying with her nipples, pinching them in her fingers, bringing them to still sharper points. Her lust was building, and she couldn't shake the thought of Edie and Don from her mind, no matter how she tried.
"This is ridiculous," she snorted to herself, reaching for the soap again.
She again tried to go on with her bath, but her hands kept returning to her tits, as if they were magnetized. It was hopeless. Paula hadn't had an urge like this in a long time, but she knew better than to try to fight it. She let her hands move back to cup and knead her titties. Her nipples poked into her palms and she paid them the attention they demanded by rubbing her palms across them, making them burn wildly.
Feeling self-indulgent and a little ashamed, Paula let her excitement grow slowly and gradually, thrilling to it all the more because of that. She was having trouble sitting up straight in the tub and leaned back, letting herself slide down so her breasts were bobbing gently on the surface of the water. The soap washed off her hands, increasing the friction deliciously as she massaged her tits.
Her muscles were getting weaker and weaker, and the thoughts in her mind less and less important. Paula's knees fell open, and came to rest against the cold porcelain of the tub. Warm water washed over her pussy, feeling sexy and hot against the sensitive tissues. She could actually feel the currents of water brushing through there, touching her intimate spots like ghostly fingers.
She was fighting another urge now. She insisted on torturing her breasts more and more. She wanted to drop her hands to her crotch but refused to give in to the urge, striving to make the subtly building pleasure last and last and last. By pumping her legs open and closed carefully, she could send waves of warm water washing over her cunt, and increase her excitement. She looked down and watched as suds-spotted water washed over the curls of her pubic hair, curls that looked much darker than usual because they were wet. The hair formed an unkempt fuzz that blurred the outlines of her cunt without hiding it completely. The water swirled around her thighs, forming whirlpools and eddies as she worked her legs faster and faster.
Water was actually pumping in and out of her slit as she waved her knees back and forth, bumping them against the sides of the tub and bringing them together in a clapping motion. Water splashed up toward her face, making her squeeze her lips shut to keep the soapy-tasting liquid out of her mouth. Her chin was right on the surface of the water and waves slapped against her lips with every closing stroke of her legs.
She was still playing with her breasts, but they wanted less and less attention now. She was getting closer and closer to the peak she was seeking. The water was splashing now as she flapped her legs and waves slapped against the sides of the tub and threatened to gush out onto the floor.
Paula waved her legs wildly in an attempt to scale the heights without touching her cunt. But finally, with a soft little whimper of frustration, she knew she couldn't make it that way and reached for her crotch with both hands.
Tipping her head back and staring blindly at the ceiling, she plunged her hands down to the intersection of her thighs, slamming her legs against the sides of the tub as she did so. She pried her slit open and let a gush of hot water wash over her innermost recesses. The hot currents poured over her erect clitoris, feeling scalding hot on the incredibly sensitive bud. She plunged her thumb down on the knot of pleasure, and jammed her fingers deep into her hungry hole.
That was all it took. She scaled those last staggering steps to the peak and roared over the top in a wild, tumbling cascade of pleasure. Slipping down in the tub, she let the water go over her head and face as she dug her hands into her palpitating cunt and savored every delicious, lingering wave of pleasure.
Sputtering and spraying, she bobbed to the surface, water sluicing off her face. Her orgasm swept over her like an ocean wave, leaving her limp and relaxed as she floated in the tub, just her face on the surface, her knees bent and aimed at the ceiling as she floated listlessly. Idly, she petted her pussy a few more times, but it was all gone and wasn't going to be rekindled.
Sighing with regret, she pushed herself erect in the tub again and stripped off the useless shower cap. Water poured out of her hair and streamed down her face. She used her fingers to pull it back out of her eyes.
Goading herself into action, she quickly finished her bath and climbed out of the tub. Without the support of the water, she felt heavy and tired as she dried herself. Then she stood, naked, in front of the mirror and tried to repair the damage the water had done to her hair. As she combed the soaked strands out, she was glad she never needed to set her naturally curly hair. Putting the comb aside at last, she studied her hair critically. She wished that it were either more blonde, or more brown. Now, wet as it was, it looked vaguely brown, but not impressive. Its saving graces were its curl, its thickness and its shine. The color was very blah. Very subtle reddish highlights improved it-but only in the proper light.
"Hey, you drowned in there?" Mike called through the door.
"Coming," Paula assured him, hastily wrapping herself in the towel.
Mike took one look at her as she stepped through the door, and reached for her. "You look good enough to eat," he said, theatrically licking his chops.
Paula let him draw her in tightly, snuggling against his firm body and tipping her head back to look up at him. "Oh I do, do I?"
"Spicy enough even without mustard," he said softly, backing away just enough to unwrap her towel.
She let the towel drop around her feet and felt his hands roam down her naked back to cup her asscheeks. But when he tried to pull her in against him, she moved away. "We don't have the time for that nonsense," she informed him. She was surprised at her total lack of interest in him, and attributed it to her masturbation.
"There's lots of time," Mike argued, reaching for her again.
"Not if you want some dinner," she told him. "Now go have another drink. I'll be down in just a minute."
"Okay," Mike agreed easily, leaving her alone.
Without bothering with a robe or any covering, she opened the closet and studied her clothes. Since Edie was very reserved in the way she dressed, this influenced Paula's selection. She wanted to be sexy, but not too sexy. Her eye lighted on a long, flowing hostess dress she rarely wore, and she took it out and studied it carefully.
Nodding her head in approval, she slipped it off the hanger and laid it on the bed. She considered putting on underwear and made a face. Her titties and her crotch felt strangely sensitive and uncomfortable when she thought of a bra and panties. Without a qualm, she took the long dress and slipped it on over her head, tugging it quickly and easily into place over her naked body.
Her reflection told her that it was impossible to see she wasn't wearing underwear. She was grateful now for the demure size of her breasts. It made a bra unnecessary. The empire waist of the gown had a gathering of elastic just under her breasts. The neckline scooped low over them, showing a hint of cleavage. The warm material clung to her comfortably, but didn't reveal her nipples because of its bulk. The looseness of the lower part of the floor-length gown showed nothing. She felt safe, and demure, and at the same time sexy and provocative. The total lack of underclothes left her feeling thrilled and excited.
Holding the dress up to keep from tripping, she hurried down to the kitchen and threw a hasty dinner together. Mike answered her call and appeared at the table just as she set the plates out.
"Still hungry?" she asked him jokingly, referring to his earlier comment when she'd come out of the bathroom.
"Huh?" Mike missed it entirely.
"Nothing," she reassured him, not really upset that he missed the quip. "Sit and eat. You'll need a full stomach tonight."
Mike made a face as he dug into the meal. "I'll need some buffering for the booze, that's for sure."
Paula picked at her meal, not feeling very hungry. "You don't have to booze it up too much, you know. You can always refuse a drink."
Mike shook his head. "Don always makes it a federal crime to turn down a drink. I'll just pace myself."
"You can get gassed if you want," Paula pointed out.
"No thank you," Mike snorted. "I can't stand hangovers."
"Guess what?" Paula whispered mischievously as Mike reached for the doorbell.
"What?" His finger came down on the button and they heard the chimes ring dimly.
"I'm not wearing any underwear," Paula informed him with a giggle.
"You're not what?" Mike started to ask, startled, only to be cut off by the door opening.
"Hello, hello," Edie Calloway greeted them effusively, bubbling over with nervous energy. "Come in, come in, come in. I'm sorry about the mess, but I didn't have a chance to get the place cleaned up today."
Paula tried to control her giggles at the bombshell she'd dropped in her husband's lap. She'd saved the secret until the last possible instant, knowing it would have a powerful effect on him. She also suspected that he might not totally approve and would have wanted her to put panties on at least if they'd still been home.
"Hello, Mike, Paula," Don Calloway greeted them nervously, sticking out his hand.
Paula took his slightly sweaty hand and let him pull her toward him for the formal peck on the cheek, at the same time surveying the house quickly. She couldn't detect any hint that Edie hadn't cleaned up. As usual, the small living room was immaculate.
"Come in and sit down, please," Edie bustled tensely.
"Come on in. Can I get you drinks?" Don offered anxiously.
Paula smiled at her host. "Whatever you have is fine. Maybe a gin and tonic."
"Gin and tonic it is," Don assured her heartily. "What about you, Mike?"
Mike was still trying to recoup his forces after his wife's surprise announcement at the door. "Uh, anything at all will be fine," he answered numbly.
"Seven and Seven for me," Edie put in. "Come in and sit down," she urged Paula.
Paula let herself be guided to a seat on the couch and settled down gracefully, suddenly acutely conscious of the texture of her dress against her bare skin. She watched Don moving around the low sideboard he used as a bar. There was a tenseness in his moves and the way he held himself. When he turned and brought the drinks over, he looked as if he were striving, unsuccessfully, to be excessively casual.
"Here you are," he announced, handing glasses to Paula and Mike. "Let me know if they aren't strong enough."
Paula took a sip of her drink and blinked her eyes as tears blurred her vision. She managed to keep her voice relatively normal as she told him it was fine. The first swallow hit her stomach like an earthquake, sending a wild jolt up her spine to rattle her brain. "Perfect," she heard Mike assure Don over the ringing in her ears.
"Don gets a little enthusiastic at times," Edie noted. "But not always at the right times."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Don demanded, handing his wife her drink.
"Nothing." Edie buried her nose in her drink.
Paula sighed softly to herself. It was starting early tonight.
"I don't know what's wrong with that wife of mine," Don commented as he settled in his chair with a brimming glass.
"Nothing that couldn't be cured, if you knew how," Edie snorted, half to herself.
"See what I mean?" Don asked rhetorically. "How's the golf game, Mike?"
Paula sipped her drink carefully and carried on an idle, meaningless conversation with Edie, trying to fathom exactly what the tension between their hosts was. She studied both of them carefully. Edie Calloway was an attractive, slender girl, with straight black, feathery hair and a flawless, pale complexion. Her slender, graceful figure was dressed elegantly and attractively in a long, flowing gown similar to Paula's, but with a high neckline.
Don Calloway seemed to be everything a woman could ask for, if she loved him. He was perhaps an inch shorter than Mike's five foot eleven. His curly black hair was neatly trimmed, but disobedient, one strand always dropping into his dark-brown eyes. He had a nervous gesture of constantly brushing this lock of hair back with his fingers. As usual, he was dressed in a casual short-sleeved shirt that exposed strong arms with a coat of thick, black hair that Paula found strangely sexy and attractive, considering her usual aversion to hairy men.
"I'll get the snacks," Edie said, breaking off the conversation.
"Can I help?" Paula offered.
"Oh, no, thanks," Edie assured her. "I just have to get the tray out of the refrigerator."
As Edie left the room, Paula looked around casually, taking in the details around her. The room was meticulously neat, with new but not modern furniture. Don's chair was a recliner and he was tipped back in it, his feet elevated. Mike and she were sitting side by side on the couch along one wall.
"Want another drink?" Don was asking already.
Paula looked down at her half-full glass and shook her head.
"Not right away," Mike answered carefully.
"Well, the night is yet young. I need another," Don said unnecessarily as he got up.
Paula began to relax after Edie returned with the tray of crackers and cheese. Don was drinking a lot, as usual, but he seemed less tense than he had other times, and Paula hoped that even if he did drink too much he would remain pleasant. The conversation drifted idly from topic to topic, and Paula began to feel warm and cozy. She snuggled next to Mike and tucked his arm around her as they sat side by side on the couch. Capturing his hand in hers, she toyed idly with his fingers, guiding his hand more closely around her neck, drawing it to the bare skin above the neckline of her dress. Mike looked at her fondly and stroked her gently.
Paula suddenly noticed that Edie was staring at them and had a strange expression on her face. It took a few seconds for Paula to figure it out. Then she carefully moved Mike's hand away and placed it on the back of the couch. Edie's face relaxed from its expression of mixed envy and concern. Paula had the feeling that the woman had been shocked by what Mike had been doing, but at the same time wishing desperately that Don would do the same thing to her.
"Hey, you seen that new movie playing downtown?" Don asked, penetrating Paula's concentration.
"Which one's that, the dirty one?" Mike asked, "Yeah, that X-rated one that just opened," Don said.
"We've got our own X-rated shows at home," Mike joked casually, not seeing Paula's warning look as he said this.
"Maybe you should go to it. Maybe you could pick up some pointers," Edie suggested tightly.
" 'Nother drink?" Don asked, ignoring his wife's comment.
Paula started to decline his offer, but before she could, he'd taken her glass and was at the sideboard pouring and mixing vigorously.
"Yeah, I bet that's a hot movie," Don commented.
"Maybe I should go," Edie sighed. "I don't get much excitement around here."
Don was mixing Mike a fresh drink and again ignored his wife's remark. "Honey, where's the soda?"
"In the refrigerator," she informed him, making no move to get up.
"Well, would you get it for me, please?" he asked, his tone biting.
Edie looked over at Mike and Paula and nodded her head sympathetically as she got up.
"Here you are," Don said, handing Mike his drink. "Sure this is enough for you? I got some beer over here for a chaser if you want."
"No thanks," Mike answered quickly.
"Might save me a trip if I got it now," Don urged.
"If I want it, I know where it is," Mike assured his host. "Suit yourself," Don muttered, his words already slurring slightly.
"Here's the soda," Edie said, returning to the room.
"That's a nice outfit," Paula told her hostess.
"Oh, it's not much," Edie replied, obviously pleased by the compliment.
Mike eyed Edie admiringly. "That really is a nice dress."
Edie blushed. "It's just something I put together."
"You made it? That's really great," Mike went on. "Turn around."
Edie was embarrassed, but pleased with the attention she was getting. Paula had the feeling that no one had ever really complimented Edie on her clothes before. "The only time Don notices my clothes is when my skirt is too short," she said, turning around gracefully.
Mike eyed Edie's long dress critically. "You should slit it higher on the side," he told her.
Edie looked down to where the side seam of the skirt was slit to her knee, gracefully sticking her leg out through the demure gap. "Oh, I don't know. That's far enough for me."
"Why? You've got nice legs," Mike argued.
"Maybe," Edie agreed. "But I'm kind of shy, I guess."
"That's m'wife," Don muttered, "the shy one."
"Lot of difference it makes as far as you're concerned," Edie snapped back. "You don't even notice."
"Do so notice," Don mumbled.
"Do you make all your clothes?" Paula asked, trying to head off the collision. At the same time she was keeping a wary eye on her own husband. His interest in Edie was somewhat less than chivalrous, she suspected.
"No, far from it," Edie answered quickly. "Just special things like this and a few dresses and stuff."
"I'll bet you could get away without wearing anything under that dress," Mike observed suddenly.
Edie turned pink.
"Oh, Mike," Paula snorted.
"What's wrong with that?" Mike asked innocently. "I think it's an exciting idea."
Paula was eyeing her husband warily, trying to decide just how drunk he was. She hadn't been counting his drinks.
"I think it's a great idea," Don contributed in a slurred voice.
"You wouldn't let me, if you noticed," Edie shot back, her embarrassment blotted out by something else. "Why don't you go to that movie so you can learn what it's all about?"
"Paula's not wearing any underwear," Mike said quickly.
"Mike!" Paula protested ."You sneak!"
Don was goggle-eyed, eyeing her closely, trying to focus through a haze of alcohol.
"You're kidding!" Edie exclaimed.
Paula giggled, relaxing suddenly. "Nope. It's a lot more comfortable."
"It doesn't look as if you're not wearing anything under that," Edie observed.
"It's true," Paula admitted. "But I'm not about to prove it."
"Why don't you try it?" Don asked his wife numbly. "Ah, but you wouldn't dare, would you?"
Edie's eyes flashed as she looked at her husband. Then she got up. "Excuse me a minute," she said carefully, and went out of the room.
"What are you doing?" Paula hissed at Mike, ignoring Don, who was at this point in another world.
"Trying to loosen up a tight little girl," Mike whispered back.
Paula was about to say more when Edie came back into the room, moved to her chair with self-conscious grace, turned carefully and sat down. She sat way back, her legs pressed tightly together, her hands gripping the arms of her chair. Then, with a determined expression on her face, she carefully crossed her legs and tried to relax. "You're right, it is more comfortable," she observed nervously. "What do you think, Don?"
"What do I think about what?" Don asked soddenly, his Words slurring badly.
"How do I look?" Edie asked desperately.
"You look great," Mike assured Edie hastily.
"Thank you. Don never notices anything about the way I dress."
"That's a he," Don slurred. "Besides, Paula looks great in her dress, too."
Paula had the feeling that their host was fighting to get back in touch with reality, and somehow to strike back at his wife for her barbs.
"I really think that dress should be slit much further up the side," Mike insisted.
Edie stuck her leg out again. She was obviously very flattered by Mike's attention. This, combined with the drinks she'd had, was making her loosen up and relax. "Do you really think so?"
Paula was feeling a bit giddy as she studied Edie's graceful calf and ankle. "You certainly have nice enough legs. No reason you shouldn't show them off a bit."
Mike was digging in his pocket for something. "Come on over here," he ordered Edie. "Let's give it a try."
Edie giggled. "Okay," she agreed, getting to her feet and walking over to him a little unsteadily.
"Mike, be careful with that thing," Paula cautioned her husband anxiously.
Mike was unfolding the pocket knife he always carried. "I'll be careful, don't worry."
Paula tried to take it from him. "I think I'd better do that."
"Now, now, now, I said, I'll be careful," Mike protested, quickly jerking the knife out of reach. "Stand right here, Edie."
"Okay." Edie giggled as she stood in front of the couch, sideways to Mike. She looked down anxiously as he spread the slit of her dress open and started sawing at the stitches with the knife.
Paula was pleased to see that at least he was holding his hand on the inside of the dress to keep Edie from getting stuck as he cut the stitches, one at a time. Then she realized he was also feeling Edie's smooth, long leg with the back of his hand, and wasn't quite so sure she was pleased after all.
"Whatcha doing?" Don asked, trying to focus on Mike and Edie.
"Letting your wife show off more of her leg," Mike explained. "There. Now bend your leg and let's see how we're doing."
Edie gracefully bent her leg at hip and knee, pointing her toe carefully. The dress fell away up to the middle of her thigh. "Oh, that's nice," she said.
Mike studied the long expanse of leg before him carefully, then slid his hand up the sleek thigh as if he were pushing the dress up a little. "Could use a little more."
"I don't think so," Paula said quickly.
It was too late. The knife in Mike's hand flashed, and another three inches of Edie's leg was bared as the dress spread open some more. "There, that's better."
Edie looked down, bracing her foot on the couch. She cocked her head and giggled. "That feels better, too."
"Paula's dress should be slit, too," Don suddenly announced. "C'mere, Paula."
"No, really, I don't think it should," Paula declined hastily.
"I said, come here," Don insisted belligerently.
Paula looked to her husband for support. Mike was grinning strangely, watching Edie as she made her way back to her chair. Then he handed Paula the knife. "Here, he can use my knife."
Paula felt a flash of anger that Mike wasn't trying to protect her from Don. She also felt a powerful surge of jealousy at his obvious interest in Edie. She got to her feet, took his knife and stepped over to Don.
"Where should I start?" Don mused woozily.
Paula handed him the knife, after selecting the dullest blade. "Start at the bottom," she suggested.
"The bottom," Don mumbled, bending over and reaching for the hem of Paula's dress.
Instead of letting it hang down, he lifted the dress above her knee so he could see what he was doing, bunching it up as he did so. Paula felt cool breezes on her naked legs and pressed down quickly with her hands to keep the dress from coming up too high.
Don started sawing at the side seam and Paula could hear the stitches popping open one after the other, like the teeth of a zipper. The way he was holding the dress, Paula had no idea how far up the side he was slitting it. She could only take heart in the fact that the dress was hanging free to just below her hip.
"Lessee how I did," Don said, dropping the fistful of dress and sitting back in his chair.
Paula stuck her leg carefully out through the slit. He'd cut the dress open to a point dangerously high on her thigh. "I could use another drink," Paula said. "Anyone else need a refill?"
To her surprise, only Edie accepted the offer. "I'll help," the little brunette said, getting up gracefully and moving over to the sideboard next to Paula.
"I think I've had enough for now," Don said. "It feels drafty without any undies on," Edie giggled.
Paula agreed that it did. The slit skirt brushed around her naked legs, and currents of air caressed her naked ass.
"I'm not sure you are naked under that dress," Mike said to Edie suddenly.
"And I bet you'd love to find out for sure!" Edie giggled, then suddenly became serious, and impish at the same time. "You could, you know."
"I don't think Don would like that," Paula said hurriedly, trying to head things off.
"Oh, pooh," Edie snorted. "He wouldn't mind. He doesn't care what I do. Come on, Mike. Prove it if you want to."
Mike brushed Paula aside. "It's all in fun," he assured his wife casually.
As Paula stood helplessly aside, Mike moved over to where Edie was standing and studied her carefully. "Can't tell by looking, can I?"
Edie shook her head, making her black hair flutter around her cheeks. "Uh-uh," she giggled.
"Guess I'll have to rely on my sense of touch," Mike observed, putting his hands on Edie's shoulders. When she just stood there, making no effort to stop him, he frisked her slowly, running his hands down her back.
"No seams," he said. "At least, no straps on the back. But then, I guess there are some things that don't show there anyway."
Edie was looking at him brightly, a giddy smile on her face. "You better make sure. I'd hate for you to have any doubts."
"Suit yourself," Mike replied. He ran his hands down her sides under her arms, from her armpits to her hips, pressing the long dress against her lean body familiarly.
"Still no seams."
Paula was getting more and more jealous as she watched her husband stroking Edie's flanks sensuously. An urge for revenge percolated through her along with a hefty swallow of her latest drink. Resolutely, she set the glass down and looked at Don. He was sitting up in his chair, watching Mike and Edie closely.
"Wouldn't you like to know for sure if what Mike said was true?" Paula prodded him.
"About what?" Don asked.
"About my not wearing any underwear," Paula urged, glancing only briefly at Mike and Edie. Mike had his hands on Edie's slender waist and was stroking the upper curve of her hips insistently.
"You don't, do you?" Don asked, looking up at Paula.
"I'm not telling," Paula teased. "You'll have to find out for yourself."
"Phooey," Edie snorted. "He doesn't care about things like that. Mike, are you sure I'm not wearing panties? I could be wearing filmy bikini ones, you know."
"I don't think you are," Mike said. "Come on, Don, frisk me," Paula ordered her host.
"You really want me to?" Don asked, startled.
"I don't want you to have any doubts about what I am or am not wearing," Paula insisted, trying to strike back at Mike. She reached down and took Don's hand and drew him to his feet. Then she placed his hands on her sides and pushed them slowly and sexily down her sides, barely letting the heels of his hands press the outer swell of her small breasts. "See?"
"Doesn't feel like you have anything on under that," Don admitted.
"Of course, I could still be wearing panties," Paula pointed out. "You haven't checked that."
"That's true," Don said. He seemed to be sobering rapidly.
"Guess I'd better check and see if you're wearing panties, hadn't I?" Mike told Edie, sliding his hands around toward her ass. The pressure of his hands strained the dress and there was a ripping sound. "Ooops."
"My goodness," Edie giggled.
Paula glanced over to see what had happened. The seam Mike had worked on had given way entirely. Edie's dress was now open all the way to her waist. The pressure of Mike's hand had pushed the back of her dress around, baring her hip.
"Well, you can see I don't have any panties on," Edie giggled.
Paula's urge for revenge was burning more strongly than ever. Mixing with the drinks she'd had, it lowered her inhibitions to a dangerous point. "I can do that, too," she snorted, reaching down. A quick tug of her hands ripped the side seam of her dress upward. Her inebriated state made her misjudge the stopping point, and the dress parted halfway up her side from her waist. Don's hand was there and slit in against her bare skin.
"That's no fair," Edie pouted. "I didn't tear mine up that far."
"That can be remedied," Mike chuckled, grabbing Edie's dress and giving it a quick jerk. The seam gave way with a loud rip, tearing open all the way to Edie's arm.
Paula suddenly realized that things were getting out of hand. She tried to think of a way to stop what was happening, but she'd had too many drinks.
"See? No underwear," Edie tittered, spreading the rip open to exhibit bare skin from her arm to her feet. She looked terribly naked and vulnerable when she did it, even though no more than the side of her hip and the barest hint of one breast was showing.
"No underwear," Mike agreed, slipping his hand along Edie's bare flank and gripping her waist. He pulled her in toward him and before Edie knew what was happening he was kissing her, pressing her body against his as he did so.
"Oh, my goodness," Edie sighed, pulling away from him.
Paula's jealousy boiled over, destroying her lingering inhibitions. She turned to Don and slid inside the circle of his arms, tipped her head up and kissed him vigorously. His hand slid around her waist inside the back of her dress, stroking her bare skin. Pressing herself against the man, Paula let her instincts take over. Lust boiled up through her like a geyser.
"Well, look at that!" Edie gasped. "She's actually melting the great glacier. Come on, Mike, show me what it's all about. My husband doesn't know."
Paula's excitement was searing through her, blasting away the hesitation the alcohol hadn't already dissolved. The man in her arms was big and strong and interesting. He was also new, exciting and different. Behind her, Paula heard strange rustling noises. Wrenching her mind away from Don she turned in his arms, not minding at all the way his hand slid around under her dress to come to rest just under her breasts.
Mike and Edie were in a tight, intimate clinch, and his hand was inside the back of Edie's dress. The bulge it made could be seen moving lower and lower down Edie's trim spine, then out over the soft, subtle curve of her ass. Mike's arm tightened, drawing Edie's hips in tight against him.
Paula turned on Don and attacked him like a tigress, forcing him back into his chair and crashing down in his lap. Her dress spread wide open around her, exposing her body from the waist down. Grabbing his hand, she guided it up to her breast. He was too shocked to resist, his fingers clutching her tit reflexively. Paula's nipple hardened against his palm, stabbing into it.
Curling up in his lap, squirming against him, Paula pressed her thighs together, and rubbed them sensuously against each other. She tipped Don's head back from where he was staring into her naked lap and brought her lips down on his hard, her tongue jabbing into his surprised mouth.
Tearing herself away from Don, but keeping his hand inside her dress to press and fondle her breast, she turned to see what was happening. Mike had found the combination to Edie's long dress and was pressing the garment down over her shoulders. Edie was standing there, eyes closed, head tipped back, as Mike's hands stroked the dress down over her slender, graceful body.
"Oh, it's so good," Edie sighed softly as the dress swept down and crumpled around her feet. She was nude, a sylphlike, slender figure of ivory skin and ebony hair.
Mike feasted his eyes on the slender, black-haired woman, then began to tear frantically at his own clothes. In seconds he was stripped, sweeping Edie off her feet and carrying her to the couch. They tumbled on the sofa in a welter of arms and legs.
Paula couldn't stop watching as her husband skillfully stroked and petted Edie's long, naked figure from her breasts to her thighs, his fingers tracing wild, exciting paths over her. Edie was writhing and moaning as Mike petted her. Paula had to admire Edie's body, in spite of her blazing jealousy. Edie was slender and graceful, her breasts neat little mounds capped with tiny, dark nipples. Edie's nipples were as hard as rocks, sharp points pointing skyward as she writhed on her back.
Mike slid his hand down Edie's flat stomach, and Edie let her legs spread open to let him press his fingers into her sex. Her slit was shielded by a trim triangle of jet-black hair. Mike's finger disappeared into the hair and Edie gasped, rolling her head. Her hips rolled and twisted wildly on the couch as Mike pumped his hand over her sex.
Paula was burning with a mixture of jealousy and raging lust at the sight of what her husband was doing to the girl. She knew exactly how it felt to have Mike do what he was doing. That knowledge only added to Paula's furious lust. She grabbed Don's hand and pressed it down her body and into her lap. Spreading her thighs, she guided the man's fingers into her hungry crotch without even glancing away from the scene on the couch.
Edie was spread out like a sacrifice, her body open to Mike's total exploration. She was clutching the sofa, the cords of muscle in her neck standing out with tension as she rolled her head.
"It's so good," Edie groaned, her hips jerking up against Mike's hand. "It's never been so good before. Why hasn't it ever been so good before?"
"It'll get better," Mike told her huskily. He was moving over her now, his wiry body covering hers, fitting between her thighs. His cock was as ready as Paula had ever seen it, hard and long. A thick glob of clear juice hung from its tip. Mike guided his cock into Edie's black-furred cunt, and Paula thought she was going to die. It should have been for her. That was her husband, and she needed it. She was burning up with desire.
But it wasn't for her. Mike's cock slowly pumped out of sight into Edie's lovely sex, and Paula burst into tears of desperate longing. Frantically she turned on Don, grinding her mouth down on his, driving his hand into her cunt to get him to stimulate her. He seemed to have no concept of what would get her hotter and hotter. She had to guide his fingers to her cunt and to her clitoris, demonstrate how she wanted him to press and pump against her. His fingers felt wildly different from Mike's. She was getting hotter and hotter, but her dress was in the way. Desperately fighting the material, she managed to struggle out of it and toss it aside without disturbing his hand in her pussy.
"Love me," she whispered harshly in Don's ear. She pried his cock free of his pants and marveled at its hardness and power. It was bigger and different from Mike's-the proportions were different. She squeezed and fondled the strange organ, feasting her eyes on it. It was just what she needed so desperately.
Behind her she could hear bodies slapping together, hear the sticky sound she recognized from her own bedroom. It was her husband's cock pistoning in and out of another woman's cunt. That was all it took to melt away Paula's last reservations. She squirmed around on Don, grinding the helpless man into his chair until she straddled him. His cock was a hard pole in his lap. Moving over it, she guided it to the entrance to her cunt. Slowly, torturing herself with the delicious agony, she lowered herself on his staff. She pumped slowly lower and lower, spitting herself on the solid, powerful tool, driving it up into her guts.
She hammered it home with gradually deeper and stronger jolts. And then it was buried in her, and something incredibly wild and wonderful happened. Her clitoris came down right on the zipper of his pants, the slide grinding into her like a jagged stone. The searing explosion of beautiful agony ripped through her like a tornado. She squirmed desperately in Don's lap as she scorched to a searing orgasm. She collapsed on him and let her hips wriggle and writhe the way they wanted to, let her instincts take over from her shattered consciousness. She clung to her orgasm for dear life, hanging on to that long, wonderful peak of pleasure until she thought she was going to pass out. Then she felt Don beginning to come in her hungry body, and found herself climbing to even greater heights of pleasure. Hanging onto him as the only stable thing in her world, Paula buried her head against him and fought to regain her senses and her breath.
"Ohhhh," Edie sighed, a long, lonely wail, like the sighing of a winter breeze through the bare branches of a tree. There was incredulity, and joy, and amazement in her voice. "It's so good," Edie whined softly. "Wasn't it good?"
"Fantastic," Mike agreed.
"What happened?" Don asked from under Paula.
Paula snuggled close to the man, pressing her bare body against his still-clothed one. She'd only pried his cock out of his fly, not even tried to unfasten his belt. As his cock shrank, she felt his zipper against her, felt the buckle of his belt dig into her soft belly. The buttons of his shirt were like a row of little rocks down her chest. "Oh, fuck," she sighed contentedly.
"You're welcome to him," Edie said from behind Paula.
"Huh?" Paula pulled up from Don and looked over at Edie. The slender girl was lying on her back. Mike was still on top of her.
Edie was stroking Mike's back possessively. "I said, you're welcome to him. I'll take Mike.
Paula roused herself, suddenly realizing what had just happened. "You'll what? That's my husband."
Mike gently disentangled himself from his partner. "Don't I get any say in the matter?"
"You want me, don't you?" Edie squeaked in fright.
Mike looked down at her as he sat beside her, making no attempt to cover himself. His cock was still glistening with their juices. He stroked her gently. "Paula is my wife," he pointed out.
"But you're such a good lover," Edie wailed.
"I need a drink," Don muttered, struggling to get out from under Paula.
"He always needs a drink," Edie sighed. "All he does is drink. He isn't any good in bed."
Paula felt as if she were in some totally impossible dream. "I wouldn't say that," she argued.
"Then you'll take him?" Edie asked.
Paula suddenly realized how drunk Edie still was, and knew it was senseless to try to argue with her. "Let's go home, Mike."
"But ..." Mike started to protest.
"I'm going to bed, wife," Don announced suddenly, setting an untouched drink aside.
"But what about me?" Edie wailed, looking lonely and lost as she huddled naked on the couch.
Paula was pulling on her ripped dress and trying to get it to keep from flapping wide open. "If I were you, I'd concentrate on your husband," she said to Edie, trying to make sense in an impossible situation. "Come on, Mike."
Mike had already pulled on his clothes. He was about to follow Paula to the door, when he suddenly bent down and gave the misery-racked Edie a tender kiss. "Paula's right," he said softly.
Paula's last view of Edie was of the lonely young girl huddled naked on the couch, staring dumbly at the floor, an expression of misery and total confusion on her face.
III
"No drinks?" Don asked plaintively.
"There isn't a thing in the house," Paula lied. "Besides, we've got to stay sober to work this mess out sensibly."
"Boy, I sure could use a drink. Who can think of an empty stomach?" Don grumbled.
"Oh, Don, you never think anyway," Edie snorted.
"Take it easy, Edie. Maybe you should give him a chance," Mike suggested gently.
The four of them were seated around the table in Mike and Paula's kitchen. Paula was twisting her fingers nervously, licking lips that seemed determined to stay dry and uncomfortable. Next to her, Mike was lounging back in his chair in an exaggeratedly casual pose, one arm draped loosely over the back, tipping and rocking the chair on its legs. The tightness of his muscles belied his unconcerned facade.
Don was drumming his fingers on the table when he wasn't nibbling on one of his fingernails. He kept licking his lips tensely. Beside him, Edie was reducing a paper napkin to a tidy heap of confetti-sized bits, her slender fingers picking each little piece off the main part of the napkin and adding it carefully to the pile. Her nervously jumping fingers scattered the pile from time to time and she'd rake it back together with shaky, nervous gestures.
"I don't understand what all the discussion is anyhow," Don complained.
"Oh, Don, that's because you were too drunk to remember," Edie whined.
"Shut up, Edie," Mike ordered. "He wasn't that drunk. He couldn't have been."
Paula had to agree. If he'd been that drunk, he never would have been able to get a hard-on, let alone climax.
"All I know is that Mike gave me the best loving I've ever had," Edie sighed.
"I can't exactly say that about Don," Paula admitted. "But he certainly was good, and a nice break from the routine."
"Routine! We never make love routinely," Mike argued.
"I mean, he was different," Paula explained. "And you'll have to admit that Edie was a pleasant change, though I hate to say it."
"True," Mike mumbled, staring pensively at the table.
"And how was Paula, Don? Or do you remember?" Edie asked, her tone sarcastically sweet.
"I remember, I remember," Don said defensively. "She was good. Better than you."
"Take it easy," Paula sighed. This was difficult enough as it was. The constant bickering between Don and Edie was only making it worse.
"So, why are we all here?" Don asked.
Paula admitted that it was her idea. "Because, I think we all have a lot to gain and nothing to lose."
Mike nodded, not taking his eyes off the table.
"After the other night, Paula and I came back here and damn near busted the bed we were so hot."
"We didn't exactly go straight to sleep," Don noted quietly. "Though Edie won't admit it."
"I will so," Edie snapped, goaded by his tone. "But Mike was better."
"Now that's enough," Paula exploded at Edie. "There's no question of better or worse in sex. It's a matter of difference. Don and Mike are different, is all."
"Well, I like Mike's different better than Don's different," Edie retaliated sweetly, reaching for another napkin and starting in on it. Then she noticed Paula's furious expression and wilted visibly. She picked nervously at the napkin, sending little shreds floating through the air to scatter on the table.
"What we're driving at," Mike said, rescuing Paula quickly, "is that Paula and I talked things over. We think it would do us all some good to do it again."
The silence that fell was like a thick blanket. The soft ripping of the napkin Edie was shredding sounded like the slow tearing of a sheet. Paula was studying Don and Edie closely. Don was licking his lips nervously. Edie was staring blindly at the napkin, now shrunk to less than half its size. The heaps of scraps lay in front of her like a snowdrift.
"Well, does anyone have any suggestions?" Mike asked, breaking the silence.
"Don?" Edie asked softly, turning to her husband for the first time that Paula could remember.
"You really think it would help?" Don asked softly. "Edie and me, we've got out problems. But I do love her. Maybe I am a bad lover."
"Take it from me," Paula assured him, "you're not."
"What it is," Mike went on, "is that Paula and I think we can all learn from each other. If you're willing."
Nobody seemed to be willing to say yes-or no. Silence fell again, and went on and on until Paula thought she was going to scream. Her fingers were knotted painfully in front of her, making her knuckles pop softly one after the other. She hated the noise.
"How do we start?" Edie asked softly.
The air of tension around the table dissolved instantly. Paula felt like someone had just opened a window and a strong breeze had swept a thick, cloying cloud out of the kitchen. The decision made, she felt her muscles go limp.
"Let's get out of the kitchen," Mike suggested.
"I'll get beers for everybody," Paula said.
"I thought you didn't have anything to drink," Don argued.
"I lied," Paula giggled, fighting the giddiness of suddenly relieved tension. "But no drunk tonight."
"No drunk," Don agreed heartily.
"Come on, fans," Mike said, holding the swinging door open.
Paula pulled the tops on four beers and put them on a tray. In the living room, everyone was standing around shuffling their feet nervously as she passed the beers around.
"Down the hatch," Mike urged, tipping his can up.
Paula tried to duplicate his chugging, but failed and wound up coughing and sputtering, as did Edie. Don poured his beer straight down without a pause. Then he crushed the can and tore it in half while Edie and Paula finished their beers slowly.
The beer hit Paula's empty stomach like a bomb, boiling up through her veins and washing away the last lingering shrouds of tension. It left her feeling relaxed and excited. Biting her lip with nervousness, she set her empty can aside and went over to Don. Taking the two torn halves of the beer can from him, she tossed them casually aside. Then she linked her hands behind his neck and pressed her hips forward against him, looking up at him hungrily. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mike and Edie moving hesitantly together.
Then she pulled Don's head down, raising to her tiptoes to meet him. His lips felt warm and exciting against hers, and she could feel the bulge of his cock against her belly already. His hands were on her waist, then her hips, pulling her in tightly against him as the kiss went on and one and on. Tightening her arms, she teetered precariously on one toe as the muscles in one leg tightened and bent her knee. She pressed her body closer and closer to his, feeling her tits press into his strong chest.
At last, fighting for breath, she broke the kiss and rested her head on Don's chest. She was weak, and shaking from relief and excitement. She picked idly at the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one at a time. She was glad to find that he wasn't wearing an undershirt, and ran her fingers through the curling black hair on his chest. It wasn't too thick. It was stiff and exciting. Behind her she heard Edie whimpering softly, and turned to look.
The slender girl was plucking desperately at the buttons of Mike's shirt, unfastening them with nervous, jerky fingers. At the same time, Mike was removing Edie's sleeveless blouse, peeling it back over her shoulders, forcing her to stop work on his buttons long enough to slip her arms free.
Edie -was wearing a demure, plain cotton bra with large cups that completely encased the gentle mounds of her breasts. She looked terribly vulnerable as she went back to work on Mike's buttons. He reached around behind her to unfasten her bra.
"Let's watch for a while," Paula whispered to Don as she snuggled against him.
"But-" Don started to complain.
"Sometimes it's better if you wait a little while," Paula said softly. "You'll get me. Here, pet me for a while." She took his hands and guided them around her to cup her titties through her blouse. She had been deliberately modest in her dress this time, a blouse cut like a man's button-down shirt, and fitted black slacks that hugged her hips. She felt the material of the blouse slipping over the lace of her bra and the faint vibration made her nipples harden almost painfully inside the cups. Without taking her eyes off Mike and Edie, Paula rubbed the back of her head against Don's chest.
While Edie was wrestling Mike's shirt back over his shoulders, he was plucking off her modest bra, stripping it down her arms. She let go of him and pulled her arms out of the straps, then fought Mike's shirt down his arms as he dropped her bra on the floor. It hit the carpet without a sound. Edie's nipples were stiff, dark knots on her chest. Her ribs were shifting shadows under her pale skin as she gasped with excitement and finally fought Mike's shirt off his arms. Mike pulled his arms up and out of the sleeves. For a moment the shirt hung down from his waist, suspended by the tucked-in tail in back. With a determined, desperate wrench, Edie jerked the tail out and sent the shirt fluttering across the room like a strange white bird.
Paula's heart was beating very quickly, and excitement was ripping through her body, making it harder and harder to stand up. She leaned back against Don, grateful for his steady strength behind her. She could feel his hard cock pressing between her butt-cheeks and wriggled her ass against him. At the same time, she put her hands on his and pressed them down hard on her boobs, arching her back to give him the best of them. Her throat was knotting with lust as she watched her husband and Edie.
Edie had linked her hands behind Mike's neck and was leaning back while he tortured her breasts with eager hands, plucking at her nipples, molding them into painfully hard knots. Her ribs were heaving with excitement as she leaned back, arching to lift her tits toward him.
Then Mike was bending, lowering his head, and his lips were seeking the tight buds of Edie's tits. He fastened on one breast and suckled on it hungrily, taking almost the entire mound into his mouth. Paula could tell his tongue was scrubbing over the excited, sensitive nipple and her own body softened and heated at the memory of what it was like. Releasing Don's hands, Paula undid the buttons of her blouse, opening it quickly to her waist. She pulled the tails out and spread it wide, hauling it out from under Don's hands, leaving him in possession of her breasts, now covered only by the soft lace bra. He squeezed, and she felt the lace wrinkle and crumple against her soft breasts. One nipple was caught in one of the folds and pinched, bringing tears of pain and pleasure to Paula's eyes. Don's chest felt hard and hot against her back.
Edie was holding onto Mike for dear life as he suckled at first one breast, then the other. The breast that he left glistened with his saliva, and the nipple was a sharp point. Edie's tit was so hot from the blood pounding through it that Mike's spit dried quickly. Her fingers were tangling in Mike's straight brown hair, stroking and combing through it with nervous, jerky motions. Edie's eyes were closed and she was nibbling on her lower Up.
Mike suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Edie and reached for the fastening of the plaid slacks she was wearing. He quickly had the slacks loose and was pushing them down Edie's long, lean legs. Her modest nylon panties came into view as he stripped the slacks down. Holding the slacks with one hand, he lifted Edie's feet out of them one at a time. Tossing the slacks aside, he remained kneeling at Edie's feet, sliding his hands up the backs of her thighs to clutch her tight little ass. Edie was stroking his head, looking down at him tenderly and nervously.
Mike pulled Edie forward and buried his face between her thighs, pressing his face into the girl's crotch. Edie jerked as if an electric shock had passed through her body. Her fingers knotted in Mike's hair.
Paula and Don were staggering slowly backward across the room, until Don's knees suddenly struck a chair and folded, dropping them both onto it. It groaned, its legs grating against the floor, its springs popping ominously from the sudden load. Paula was sitting in Don's lap, her back to him, feeling his cock jamming up between her buttocks. Spreading her legs out on either side of his, she writhed back against him for a moment, then turned her head to accept a grinding, passionate kiss. Then she sat up and reached back for the fastening of her bra.
Don pushed her hands aside and fumbled with it. She felt the bra loosen and stripped it off with almost desperate haste. As she threw it aside, Don's hands slid around under her arms and captured her naked jugs. Her nipples were rock hard.
Across the room, Mike had drawn his face back from Edie's crotch. Grabbing the waistband of the girl's panties, he pulled them down over her hips, baring more and more of her pale, white belly. It looked like there was acres of soft, white, unblemished skin below the shadowy pit of her navel. Then the tight black triangle of her sex came into view, right in front of Mike's nose. The panties were bunched between Edie's thighs, then slipped free, sliding down her sleek legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them, flicking them aside with a quick jerk of one foot as Mike slid his hands up along her naked legs to her ass. His fingers dug into her soft buttocks, pressing and kneading them, spreading them open. He pulled Edie forward and buried his mouth in her black-furred crotch.
Edie's head dropped back, her mouth opening in an audible gasp as Mike chewed at her cunt for a few, precious, incredibly exciting seconds. Then Edie's muscles betrayed her. Her knees turning to rubber under her, she sank slowly to the floor, winding up kneeling with her legs spread on either side of Mike's knees, her ass settling onto her heels. She buried her head against Mike's shoulder and fumbled blindly with his belt, unfastening it awkwardly. Spreading his pants open, she wrestled them down until they bunched around his knees. Mike managed to wriggle out of them.
Paula's eyes were fastened on Mike's groin. His cock was like the pole of a tent, pushing out his underpants. A wet stain darkened the cloth at the tip of his cock, making the material cling to it, revealing the curving contours of its bulbous head. Reaching down, and writhing back against Don at the same time, Paula unfastened her pants and wrestled them down to her feet, kicking, she managed to free her feet from the tangle. The cloth of Don's pants felt harsh against the back of her thighs as she sat on him. She slid up and felt the bulge of his cock in the chair, nearly reclining, her back against his belly. Taking one of his hands, she guided it to the intersection of her thighs and pressed his fingers to her lacy underpants, to the steaming heat of her cunt.
Out on the floor, Edie was stripping Mike's underpants down, baring his powerful cock, leaving it bobbing and weaving in front of her as she fought his underpants down his strong thighs. There was a moment of awkwardness as Mike freed himself from them. Then he slid his hands along her spread thighs toward the black fuzz of her crotch. His thumbs slid into the dark bush, then pressed into her cunt. Edie was shivering, her head braced against Mike's shoulder, staring down at his crotch. She reached for his cock with frightened, anxious fingers and touched it gingerly. It bobbed at her touch, and a long, sticky, gleaming drop slowly stretched away from it to stain the carpet.
Edie gently gripped Mike's prick with both hands, her fingers on the top, her thumbs on the underside. She slid her thumbs forward, up over the curving pink head, smearing the juices over it in a shining coating. She stroked the powerful rod again and again, and Paula could almost feel the incredible slipperiness of Mike's juices herself.
Don suddenly moved and shifted under her, and Paula tried to help him. Somehow, without her having to get up, he managed to reach between them and get his pants Unfastened. Then he lifted his hips and she raised off of him enough for him to wrestle his pants down and off. Once they were past the edge of the chair, which was right under his buttocks, Paula shoved with her foot and pushed them the rest of the way off for him. He was down to his underpants now, his cock tenting them up between Paula's thighs. He struggled out of them, and his powerful prick stuck up between Paula's thighs. She closed them on it until only its pink head showed between the pale columns of her legs. She was still wearing her panties. Don reached down along her belly and slid his hands inside the elastic, his fingers seeking down to her cunt. Keeping her thighs pressed together around the hard rod of his organ, she let him press his fingers into her pubic hair and against the top edge of her slit, but barred him from her inner recesses.
Edie was slumping against Mike now, her muscles shaking violently as she stroked his cock. Then he was pushing her on her back. Releasing his cock, she arched back, keeping her legs bent and her feet tucked under her ass. Her spine arching, she pretzeled backward like a limbo dancer from the Caribbean. The muscles of her belly were taut and stretched, the tendons of her neck standing out with strain as she lowered her head to the floor. Her thighs were still spread, her knees outside Mike's as he knelt in front of her. Edie's cunt was wide open for him to explore with his eyes and his fingers.
Edie spread her arms on the floor, digging her fingers into the rug as he stimulated her with his fingers, his eyes feasting on her wantonly displayed pussy. Paula could see how he was torturing Edie's clitoris, rolling it against her pubic bone. At the same time, he was driving one finger deep into her swollen snatch. Then he pulled out and thrust two fingers into Edie's dripping channel, and the girl writhed desperately, her muscles spasming wildly. Her small breasts were nearly invisible, stretched and flattened by the arch in her spine ,as she lay back. Only her nipples were prominent, sharp, hard knots pointing straight at the ceiling. Edie reached up and plucked at them, rolling them between her fingers as Mike continued to play with her cunt. Rolling her head from side to side, Edie whimpered with excitement.
Paula was fondling the tip of Don's cock as she watched her husband work Edie over. The shaft trapped between the softness of her thighs was hotter and harder than ever. She felt the stickiness of Don's lubricating juices and smeared them over the cockhead, then licked her fingers, savoring the musky taste of the man's sexual secretions.
Mike finally pulled his fingers from Edie's dripping channel and bent forward over her. He slid his hands along her stretched and desperate body, slid his rough palms up to push her fingers aside from the peaks of her throbbing tits. Edie clutched his shoulders, drawing him forward and down as she twisted her feet out from under her ass. Mike was settling between her spread thighs, his body cutting off Paula's view of Edie's cunt. Edie was reaching between them, and Paula knew she was guiding Mike's cock into her eager hole. Mike drove his hard cock into Edie with a skillful, screwing series of thrusts, and Edie cried out with joy at his expert fucking. She clawed at Mike's strong back, threw her legs wide and wrapped them around him. She clung like an octopus as he drilled his cock into her guts. He was pinning her to the floor like some specimen bug, skewering her slender body with his rampant prick.
As Mike and Edie writhed on the floor, Paula was squirming desperately against Don. She turned somehow, right in the chair, Don's cock slipping from between her thighs, leaving a sticky track behind it. His hands were on her panties, ripping them off her, tearing them down her legs as they both slid out of the chair to land on the floor. Kicking her legs wildly, Paula freed herself of her last garment. Then they wrestled wildly on the floor, clutching and tearing at each other. She spread her legs in desperate invitation to him. She could hear the wild, sticky, slapping noises of her husband and Edie screwing and looked over at them for a split second. She could see right up under Edie's ass as Mike's cock went into her. The pale columns of Edie's thighs framed the center of the action. His balls were swinging with every stroke of his hips, slapping against Edie's ass.
Then Don was driving his cock into Paula's puffy cunt and she wrapped herself around him like a blanket, engulfing him in her arms and her legs as they lay on their sides on the rough rug. He felt big and hot and wonderful as he stuffed her cunt with his dong, slamming it as deeply as possible into her. Whoever had said he was a bad fuck hadn't known what they were talking about, Paula said to herself as she thrilled to his attack, meeting his drives with her own. She ground her hips against his, pounding her clitoris to a pulp against his pubic bone, stirring his cock around inside her like some insane paddle. She felt the walls of her snatch stretching and yielding to the wild attack. She fought to squeeze his lusty cock in her, using those recently discovered muscles to increase both his pleasure and her own.
The fuck went on and on and on, lifting to more and more wonderful heights, until Paula felt sure she was going to die from pleasure. Somebody was wailing and gasping and she thought for a moment that it was Edie. Then she realized that Edie and Mike were huddling beside her, watching as she was fucked and fucked and fucked by Edie's husband. The wailing had to be her own. She tried to stop, but couldn't. It was all too unbelievably good. She was coming and coming and coming, wave after wave surging over her, growing more and more powerful with every wild stroke of Don's cock. And then she was knotting up with total, all-consuming pleasure, locking her muscles around him, digging her teeth into his shoulder. She fought to keep the glorious sensation at its peak forever and ever and ever.
It faded, leaving her feeling limp and weak and exhausted. She was dimly aware of the slowly dying pulses of Don's cock in her cunt, pumping out the last, lingering drops of semen. He'd come just as she had reached her own peak, a wild, wonderful simultaneous orgasm that left them both weak and panting as they clung together.
As his cock shrank, Paula rolled over on her back, feeling it slip out of her glutted cunt. Sprawled on her back, she looked over at her husband and Edie, two naked bodies snuggled together. Edie gave a shy, nervous smile. "Was it good?" she asked Paula hesitantly.
"Not bad," Paula answered carefully, not wanting to upset Edie's precarious stability. "How was Mike?"
"Oh, he was just wonderful," Edie sighed happily, resting her head on Mike's shoulder and cuddling his arm to her naked torso.
"Looked to me like Don was more than just 'not bad,' " Mike observed.
"He was good," Paula admitted. "We held off as long as we could and watched you' two at work."
"How was it, watching me make love to Edie?" Mike asked curiously.
"Exciting as all hell," Paula replied, feeling a wild flicker of desire at the thought.
"We ..'. watched you and Don," Edie admitted hesitantly. "But we'd just done it, so we didn't do it again." She sounded vaguely disappointed.
"How are you?" Paula asked Don, suddenly realizing he hadn't said a word.
"Uuhh," Don groaned. "Exhausted." He licked his lips. "And thirsty."
"I'll get some beer," Edie offered quickly, getting lithely to her feet. "Uh, where are they?"
Paula was lying on her back, still naked, her head cushioned on her hands. She let her legs fall open. She knew she was showing off everything she had. "In the refrigerator," she answered, glancing up at Edie.
Edie pranced out of the room, her little bottom twitching. There was the sound of the refrigerator door opening, and a few minutes later Edie came back clutching four beers to her naked titties.
"Yeeeek, these are cold," she squealed, handing the cans around. When she handed Don his, he reached up and pulled her down next to him.
"Have I told you lately that I love you?" Mike asked Paula as he sat down beside her supine form.
Paula lifted her head enough to tip the beer into her mouth. "Nope. But that sounds like a good song title," she quipped.
"Witch," Mike snorted, slapping her stomach casually, "Ouch," Paula complained. Frustrated by the difficulty of drinking beer flat on her back, she struggled to a sitting position and gulped down the welcome, cold brew. She set the can aside and turned, about to say something to Don and Edie. She closed her mouth quickly. They were close together, snuggling, while Edie toyed with his half-erect prick. Their naked bodies looked so beautiful, Paula bit her lip. Edie's small, shy breasts were pale mounds capped with pink tips, contrasting with the muscular, hairy maleness of Don's chest.
Mike cleared his throat vigorously. "Ah, none of that right now." "Huh?"
Paula shook herself out of the mood she'd been in. "Let's save the marital love for later." "Why?" Edie asked.
"So it's that much better," Paula explained, getting to her feet. "Right, Don? It's better if you wait."
"Sure is," Don agreed. "But what did you have in mind for right now?"
Paula shrugged. "Shall we dance?" she suggested, going over and turning on the record player.
All four of them knew that dancing was only an excuse to be close, to gradually and teasingly build their excitement back up to the explosive level. Paula watched surreptitiously as her husband's cock slowly stiffened, poking against Edie's belly as they danced. Don's rod was hardening quickly, digging into Paula, making her move back to give it room to slip up between them. Then she pressed back in against him, rolling his organ between them as they danced. Her breasts mashed flat against his chest and she was conscious of his hair against her, scratching her nipples to fiery life.
She had her arms around his neck now, pressing her full, naked length against him, feeling the strength of his body against her softness. She rested her head on his chest, and heard the steady, powerful beat of his heart. His hands stroked her back, petting down the hollow of her spine, measuring the smoothness and softness of her. He touched her butt-cheeks hesitantly, then cupped and squeezed them, pressing his fingers into the soft masses. His finger slipped into the crack between them, and Paula was surprised at the fires this kindled in her. She wanted him to probe further, but he didn't. His finger stopped its exploration, and just tantalized the crevice without penetrating to the bottom of it.
Mike and Edie were dancing just as closely together as Paula and Don were. The slender girl's breasts were mashed against his chest. She looked completely pale and white since her pubic hair was buried between them and invisible. She looked strikingly sleek and graceful, an unbroken series of curves glued to Mike's wiry frame. Her eyes were closed, her expression pure bliss.
Paula was getting hotter and hotter just from the easy motion of the dancing. She remembered the sight of her husband socking his cock to Edie, and Paula's lust soared even higher, driving her to grind her hips against Don eagerly. His cock was as hard as she could ask, and her crotch was soaking with her juices.
The hunger in her cunt growing and growing, Paula pushed Don backward to a straight chair. He jolted against it and sat down suddenly, looking up at her questioningly as she stood over him. Spreading her legs, she moved forward to straddle both him and the chair. She reached down for his hard cock and lifted its head, pointing it into her pussy. Then she lowered herself on him much the same way she had the first time she'd balled with him.
His cock was like a battering ram as she screwed herself down on it. Not pumping this time, she just released her weight a little bit at a time, driving herself steadily down on his powerful shaft, burying it in her cunt. She felt like she was being split slowly open by his hard tool as it wedged deeper and deeper into her channel.
At last she was sitting on him, his cock buried in her to the balls. She lifted her feet, putting her full weight on him as they sat there. She squirmed, and a surge of pleasure roared through her body from their interlocked groins. She squirmed again and smiled at the expression of surprise and pleasure on his face.
Without looking, she knew her husband and Edie were watching as she screwed herself on Don. The knowledge increased Paula's pleasure. She squirmed, working herself around on his organ, feeling it stir up her insides, doing wild things to her guts. Pressing herself against him a special way added to her joy by stimulating her clitoris. Curious, she reached down between them and found that special button herself, and pulped it with her own fingers. The result was an explosion of pleasure that made her cry out.
Don wrapped his strong hands around her trim waist and lifted her, then slammed her down on him. Understanding what he wanted, she helped lift her weight, matching her moves to the upward and downward pressure of his hands. She began to piston wildly while she teased her own clit. By adding a twist to her hips, she produced a wild new dimension to the fucking she was getting and giving.
She didn't think about her husband and Edie watching any more. The only thing that mattered was that wild, wonderful, stirring prick that was in her cunt. Weird, incredible squishing, sticky, slapping sounds were coming from their joined crotches as they drove together again and again and again. She soared up, closer and closer to her climax and fiddled even more insistently with her clit, her streaming juices making her fingers slimy. Then she was coming, her juices pouring out around Don's shaft, trickling into his pubic hair, turning the intersection, of their bodies into a swamp of carnal lust.
Don began to slam his hips up on Paula's downward drives, and she realized that he hadn't come yet. Fighting down still another insane climax from his unending pounding, she fought to tighten her cunt around his cock and bring him to an orgasm. He was panting and puffing. And then, like a geyser, he was pouring jism up into her hot snatch. Paula came again with a rush that drove the wind from her lungs and left her clinging desperately to him to keep from falling. The room spun wildly around her for a few delirious seconds.
She heard slapping, squishing sounds from behind her and knew her husband was slamming his cock into Edie's tender young cunt for the second time that night. The knowledge caused her only one qualm. She hoped he would have something left for her when they finally got rid of their guests for the night. The thought of him fucking the lovely young girl hammered at Paula, a lightning bolt of jealousy and envy, and mingled with it, a powerful surge of pure sexual desire for her husband. Even with Don's prick still buried in her pussy, Paula found herself wanting more, especially from her own husband.
It was the wildest, most insane combination of feelings she'd ever had in her entire life. She looked up at Don. He was sitting bolt upright, his eyes staring fixedly over her shoulder. And reflected in his eyes she could see the miniature figures of Mike and Edie pumping away at each other frantically, then freezing. From behind her, Paula could hear Edie whine as she climaxed. The sound cut through Paula like a sharp, hot knife. Mike's panting turned to a soft groan of fulfillment as he poured his come into Edie's blazing snatch.
IV
Paula was standing at the stove stirring the stew when two arms sneaked around her from behind and cupped her tits. As fingers toyed with her nipples, making them stand up sharply inside the long hostess gown, she tipped her head to one side. Mike took the cue and nibbled a line of kisses along the slope of her neck and shoulder toward her ear. She was shaking like a leaf when he nibbled on her earlobe. She jerked violently when his tongue raped her ear.
"Enough!" she squeaked at last, pulling away.
"I'll never get enough," Mike growled, maintaining possession of her breasts.
"Of whom?" Paula asked, but not seriously.
"Of women," Mike growled.
"Then go next door. I'm trying to cook dinner," Paula giggled pushing him away at last.
"What's cooking?"
"Me," she answered. "But I wasn't until you got home."
Mike got out a glass and some ice and built himself his usual evening cocktail. "How was your day?"
"Not bad. How was yours?" "Same as always. Anything interesting in the mail?"
"Not a thing," Paula sighed. "Unless you're interested in a so-called bargain on magazines."
"You ready for Don and Edie tonight?" Mike asked, lounging back against the counter.
"Tonight? I thought that was tomorrow night."
"Uh-uh, tonight," Mike insisted. "Don't tell me you forgot."
"I forgot," Paula admitted. "No wonder you got home so horny."
"I'm always horny," Mike countered.
"Not until we started this thing with Don and Edie you weren't."
Mike shrugged. "Seems to have done a world of good for both our marriages," he noted calmly.
"Things were getting a little dull, weren't they?" Paula sighed. "Hey, maybe that's the solution!"
"Maybe what's the solution? And to what?" Mike asked, puzzled.
"You know Howard and Anne? The Pendells?"
Mike nodded. "Sure I know them."
"Well, I had lunch with Anne today." Paula turned back to the stew and stirred it determinedly.
"That's nice," Mike said noncommitally.
"Well, she and Howard are having problems," Paula explained.
"What kind of problems?"
"Sex problems," Paula elaborated.
"Anne Pendell, sex problems? From what you've told me, that would be like a beach having a shortage of sand," Mike snorted.
"Really! She was in a terrible state today. I had to pour three drinks down her before I managed to get her to loosen up." Paula stuck her head in the refrigerator and emerged with ice for her own drink.
"So what's the problem?" Mike's curiosity was obviously stimulated by the thought of Anne Pendell revealing her sexual problems.
Paula swirled her drink around in the glass. "Let's go out to the living room. The stew's got another half an hour to simmer."
"Will you tell me what Anne's problems are, before I have to beat them out of you?" Mike exploded in exasperation.
"What an interesting idea," Paula mused.
"What's an interesting idea?" Mike fumed.
"Your beating me. We haven't tried that. Yet."
"In about ten seconds, we will," Mike growled. "Now give."
Paula made a big show of settling in her chair, deliberately teasing her husband. Just as he was about to really explode, she relented. "She says she doesn't have any desire for sex," Mike mulled this over for a moment. "How's that?" he asked at last.
Paula nodded. "That's what she said. She said she's never had much desire for sex."
Mike lifted his eyebrows in amazement. "From what you've told me, that's ridiculous."
"No, it's true." Paula took a swallow of her drink and leaned back in her chair, smoothing her dress down over her breasts and studying their curves. "She got well oiled and really loosened up. The only reason she went to bed with all those strange men was to get their attention. She wasn't horny, or anything like that. She's never really enjoyed sex. Now she's married, she's even less interested in sex."
"Huh. I'll be damned," Mike said softly, obviously flabbergasted.
"You probably will be," Paula acknowledged easily. "Anyhow, Anne's really uptight about the whole scene. She lets Howard have his way with her, but neither of them is happy. He's terribly upset, and she's afraid their marriage is going to come apart. She really loves Howard desperately. She wants to please him, but can't. She even said she's thought of finding a mistress for him, just so she can be sure he's satisfied."
"What about her own satisfaction?" Mike asked.
Paula shook her head. "Poor thing, she's given up on that. She's decided she's frigid."
Mike leered lecherously. "I'll bet I could turn her on."
Paula nodded her head, totally serious. "That was what I was thinking just now. Maybe the answer for her is another man."
"And the answer for Howard is another woman, namely you."
Paula shuffled her feet. "Well, the thought had occurred to me," she admitted.
Mike scratched his crotch. "Let me see. Howard's tall, handsome, sandy-blond hair, built like a weight lifter. I'm sure the idea occurred to you."
"What do you think?" Paula asked hopefully.
Mike thought it over. "I never had Anne. She's pretty, that's for sure. And things have been getting a little slow with Don and Edie."
"Then you think it might work?" Paula asked.
Mike shrugged. "I don't see why not. It might be fun, even. If everyone's agreeable."
"Only one way to find out," Paula noted. "Call Don and Edie and ask them." She looked at her watch. "I wonder if it's too late to change plans for tonight."
"Don't you think maybe we should discuss this with Howard and Anne, too?" Mike asked.
"Oh, no. I'll call and check with Don and Edie, and fill them in on what's up. If they agree, we can try and get Howard and Anne over here tonight. Then get them oiled up, and one of us girls can seduce Howard. From what Anne said, he's in a terrible state. Then you can go to work on Anne. Better yet, maybe we can have two girls work on Howard and you two guys thaw out Anne."
"Haw!" Mike guffawed. "You are an animal."
"Of course," Paula agreed, dancing off toward the phone. In a few minutes she was back, looking like the cat that ate the canary.
"It worked?"
"Like a charm," she gloated. "Don and Edie were getting a little worried, because they were afraid things were going to be just more of the same old thing tonight. They really took to the idea."
"What about Anne and Howard?"
Paula smirked. "I didn't tell them a thing. I just invited them over for after-dinner drinks. I think Anne might suspect something, but certainly not what we've got planned."
Mike shook his head wonderingly. "If the entire thing doesn't blow up in our faces, it'll be a great evening."
"How's the booze supply?" Paula asked. "Never better. Since Don stopped drinking so much, we've been in great shape. Besides, we don't want to get Howard and Anne drunk, just loosened up a bit."
Paula dragged her husband out of his chair. "Let's eat. I'm excited as the dickens."
"I hope I'm dressed all right," Edie commented nervously as Paula ushered the Calloways into the living room.
"You look, uhmm, fine," Mike commented, obviously intrigued.
Edie looked down at herself, her brown eyes more worried than usual. With a nervous gesture she smoothed the sleek, clinging jersey dress down over her slender figure. "You don't think it's too sexy, do you?"
Paula studied Edie a little enviously. The slender, graceful girl was wearing a dress that clung like a second skin down to her hips, where it flared out in a short skirt reaching barely halfway to her knees. "It's fine," Paula assured her.
"Well, if you think so," Edie sighed. "It's just that when I get excited, my nipples stick out and show. See?"
Just the thought was evidently enough to get Edie excited. Sharp little points showed where each nipple pressed against the soft material.
Mike chuckled. "Not bad at all."
Paula broke into the conversation with a word of caution. "Just remember, I'm the only one who's supposed to know about the trouble Anne and Howard are having. Everything has got to seem perfectly innocent."
"How are we going to get things rolling?" Don asked tensely. "Mike and I can't just walk up to Anne and ask her to fuck!"
"Don! Your language is terrible!" Edie giggled.
"No, no, no," Paula said quickly. "That's not the problem. The problem is that Anne doesn't have any desire for sex. If you hit her like that, she'll probably go down dutifully and not get a thing out of it."
"So what do we do?" Mike asked.
Paula shrugged. "Seems to me the best plan is for me and Edie to concentrate on Howard. If he's as horny as Anne says he is, he'll go down faster than the walls of Jericho when they blew the trumpet."
"You going to blow something tonight?" Mike asked in a wide-eyed innocence.
"My stack, with cracks like that one," Paula snorted. "Once we get Howard headed in the right direction and Anne sees what's happening, that'll be your cue to take her on. Do your best to get her turned on. And I mean really turned on. The object of this whole exercise is to thaw her out so she can find out what sex is all about. Okay?"
Any further talk was cut off by the sound of the doorbell.
"Not a word, now," Paula cautioned them softly. "I'll get the door. Mike, why don't you fix the drinks?"
"Hi," Anne greeted Paula nervously, in a soft, soprano voice that had the hint of a whine in it.
"Come in," Paula welcomed them warmly.
"You remember Howard, don't you?" Anne asked. "My husband," she added unnecessarily.
"Come in, Howard," Paula welcomed him.
"Hi," he answered shortly. As usual, he seemed somewhat bewildered.
"Come on into the living room," Paula urged. "We've got some neighbors over, too. I thought you'd like to meet them. This is Don Calloway, and his wife, Edie."
Mike appeared and greeted the Pendells, took orders for drinks and disappeared just as Howard was shaking hands with Edie. Her little nipples were as hard as rocks, painfully prominent under the soft dress.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Edie said softly, taking the sandy-haired man's hand politely and curtseying slightly.
"My pleasure, I'm sure," Howard stuttered nervously, trying unsuccessfully to take his eyes off Edie's tits.
Mike appeared with a tray loaded with drinks and quickly made the rounds, then settled into his customary easy chair.
"Oh, almost forgot the goodies," Paula said, getting up quickly and picking up the tray of snacks. She carried the tray from person to person and ended up in front of Howard, seemingly by accident. Instead of bending her knees, she deliberately bent sharply at the waist and held the tray out to him, giving him an unobstructed view down the neckline of her dress. She'd changed from the hostess gown to a colonial outfit-a white blouse that laced between her breasts and a full skirt. She'd deliberately left the laces loose so the low neckline would fall away from her breasts when she bent over. She'd tried it in front of a mirror, and knew that Howard could see everything but her nipples. She shifted the tray quickly when he started to stick his thumb in the cheese dip.
"Thanks," he said huskily, his eyes large.
"Why don't I just set it here on the coffee table?" Paula suggested. Picking up her drink, she sat down next to him. He was flanked by her and Edie. He was holding onto his drink with both hands.
"What have you been doing with yourself lately?" Paula asked him.
Howard tried to sit back and look casual, without a great deal of success. His eyes kept straying either to the long expanse of bare leg Edie was showing, or to Paula's cleavage. A faint film of sweat gleamed on his forehead as he sought refuge in his drink. "Just the usual," he answered nervously.
"What is it you do?" Edie asked, shifting gently on the couch.
"I'm a stockbroker," Howard answered. "Stocks and bonds. Stuff like that."
Paula let things ride for a moment, let the conversation drift without her. She cast a quick glance over at Anne. If she had any suspicion of what was going on, she didn't show it. She was cheerfully, but nervously, chatting with Mike and Don. Her lush, curvy figure was demurely clothed in a soft sweater and a short, full skirt. Paula noted practically that Anne wasn't wearing stockings.
"Anybody need a refill?" Mike asked, breaking off his conversation with Anne.
"Please," Howard answered, holding his glass out.
"Me, too," Anne said softly. "But make it weaker. That last one was a little strong for me," "Same here," Howard added quickly. "I've been drinking too much lately, I'm afraid,," "Oh, is something wrong?" Paula asked innocently. She caught a glimpse of Anne's face out of the corner of her eye. The blonde's expression was unreadable.
"No, not really," Howard sighed, obviously lying.
"Must be something," Paula said sympathetically. She shifted and turned toward him, pressing her thigh against his.
"The market hasn't been too good lately, I guess," Edie observed. "Must be a terrible strain sometimes." As if sympathizing, the slender girl rested her hand casually on Howard's thigh.
"It's rough," Howard agreed, running a finger inside his collar and necktie, then taking his drink from Mike. He gulped it down.
"That tie looks uncomfortable," Paula said. "Why don't you take it off?"
"Oh, it's all right," Howard argued.
"Here, let me get it. No one else is wearing one, it's silly for you to," Paula insisted. Before he could back away she was skillfully unknotting his tie, her fingers deliberately brushing his neck. After tugging the knot open, instead of just pulling on one end of the tie to drag it through his collar, she reached around both sides of his neck to ease the tie out from under his collar. The motion brought her close to him. As her arms went around his neck, her neckline dipped low from the position of her shoulders. She was looking him right in the eye.
"You didn't kiss me hello when you came in," she said softly.
"D-didn't know I was supposed to," Howard stuttered.
"Certainly," Paula insisted, bringing her lips toward his. He tried to turn his head aside, but she feinted with him, and her lips landed only slightly off center of his. She deliberately kept her lips soft and sensuous.
"Hey," Edie intruded gently, "you forgot about me.
Paula backed away enough to let Edie in. Before Howard could escape, Edie was pressing her lips against his, her mouth working sensuously. She turned her slender torso and pressed herself against him warmly, her hand sliding slowly up his thigh.
Paula didn't dare glance over at Anne at this point. If things were going to go sour, it would be right about now. Her heart was pounding like a hammer, as much from nervousness as growing passion.
"That jacket looks too warm, too," she observed softly as Edie broke the kiss and pulled back slowly.
"It certainly does," Edie agreed.
The two women went at Howard's jacket as if they'd rehearsed it, drawing it back off his shoulders and down his arms. Pulling him out from the couch, they got his jacket off and Paula carefully laid it aside.
"Thanks," Howard mumbled, reaching toward the coffee table for his drink.
"That's much better," Paula commented, reaching for her own drink, bending as she did so to press one soft breast against his arm. As if by accident, the laces of her blouse had come untied and now revealed even more cleavage.
"That's a very nice shirt," Edie commented, stroking Howard's chest. "What material is it made of?"
Paula wanted to die. Edie's approach was about as subtle as a runaway elephant. She risked a quick glance at Anne to see how she was reacting to the scene on the couch. The blonde looked bewildered and a little frightened. Her fingers were white as she gripped her glass. Don and Mike were flanking her, watching the scene casually. Mike had his arm around Anne's shoulder and was stroking her gently, almost absent-mindedly.
"I think maybe it's cotton," Howard said numbly, plucking at his shirt. "What do you think it is, Paula?" Edie asked.
Paula was encouraged by the lack of negative response from either Howard or Anne. She took the opportunity to stroke Howard's strong chest, her fingers gliding over his powerful muscles. When Mike had described Howard's build as being that of a weight lifter, he'd been quite accurate. Howard's pectoral muscles were solid, and prominent enough to shame a flat-chested girl.
"Can't tell by the feel," Paula commented. "Maybe there's a label. Bend your head forward, Howard."
Not waiting for him to respond, Paula put her hand on the back of his head and ran her fingers through his sandy hair. Then, firmly, she pushed his head down. At the same time, she leaned forward, her other hand reaching around behind his collar. She wriggled around to look at the tag on his shirt, bringing her face toward the back of his neck. It was too good an opportunity to miss. She brought her lips down on the back of his neck and nibbled it, holding his head down near her tits. Her blouse was open enough now for him to see all the way to her waist.
Holding the pose as long as she could, she kept Howard's head trapped with her right hand as she licked and nipped the back of his neck. Then he was turning his head and his lips were nuzzling her chest. She let him nuzzle her for a few exciting, precious seconds before releasing him and gently pushing away. She looked down in his lap and saw that Edie had slid her hand up to his crotch. She wasn't moving it now, just letting it rest over the impressive lump that had grown there.
Reaching for the buttons on his shirt, Paula began to undo them slowly, running her hands inside to stroke his chest after each one. Howard had his arm around her now and was stroking her neck and shoulder. His touch was heating Paula up more quickly than she'd expected it to. The powerfully built man exuded a subtle sexuality that made her heart quicken its beat.
If Howard had any lingering reservations about what was happening to him, they were melting rapidly in the heat being applied to him. Edie was now squeezing his cock through his pants and nibbling on the side of his neck, He had an arm around her, too.
It was now getting to be a contest between Paula and Edie to see who was going to get the big man. Paula shifted to let her blouse slip lower and lower, finally pausing in her unbuttoning of his shirt to pull her arms out of the puffy short sleeves. The blouse slid down until just the tips of her boobs were concealed. Reaching up and linking her hands behind his neck was all it took to make the blouse fall down around her waist, and bare her tits completely. Pressing her tits against his bare chest, Paula kissed him as thoroughly as she knew how. She felt Edie pressing in behind her and wondered what in the world was going on. Edie's body felt warm and soft and exciting against her back, giving Paula ideas she'd never had before in her life. There was the soft, vague sound of a zipper going down and Paula nearly choked as her tongue explored Howard's mouth. But the sound went on too long for it to be Howard's fly, and Paula finally realized it was Edie's dress being unzipped.
Tearing her lips away from Howard's, Paula fought to regain her composure for one precious second, fighting the wild passion that was burning through her. The air felt cool on her naked torso. Her titties were painfully excited from their contact with Howard's chest. His skin was smoother than Mike's, but underneath were muscles that were rock hard. Paula pushed Howard's shirt back off his shoulders. With Edie helping, they stripped him to the waist and both women ran excited fingers over his chest, measuring the sheer power there.
Howard was more than a passive participant now. He was pulling on the front of Edie's dress, and Paula suddenly realized why Edie had been pressed in behind her. Howard had been working on Edie's zipper. Now he was pulling on the top of Edie's dress, sliding the short sleeves down her graceful arms. Some observant comer of Paula's mind noted that the fine black hairs on Edie's pale forearms looked strangely beautiful. Paula was suddenly glad that Edie didn't do anything to remove or lighten them.
Then Edie's breasts were being bared as she was stripped to the waist.
By unspoken consent, Paula and Edie drew away from Howard, and sat up very straight inside the curve of his arms. He looked from one half-naked girl to the other, his eyes flickering eagerly over their naked tits. Paula and Edie sat very still, thrilling to his unadulterated admiration.
When Paula and Edie pulled away from him to stand up, he let them go. Like a dance team, they skinned off their dresses, and let them drop around their feet. They were both wearing lace bikini panties that clung tightly to their crotches and showed vague hints of their pubic hair through the material. They came back at the powerful man with single-minded talent. They attacked his pants, Paula taking on his belt while Edie unfastened his zipper. In seconds they were hauling his pants down as he lifted his hips off the couch.
Howard looked as if he were in a dream world, his eyes wide and wondering as the two luscious women stripped him and bared his powerful cock. His wide eyes wandered from one to the other as they knelt and removed his shoes, then pulled his pants down and off his legs. He reached down and fondled their tits gently as they worked on his underpants, one hand for each girl, as if he were comparing the softness and size of their boobs. He pinched Paula's nipple and she jerked. Edie let out a soft gasp at the same time.
When they had him naked, they stood up and skinned their panties down their legs and off. Then the two naked women descended on him like tigresses, clinging all over him with desperate hunger.
Paula was blazing with lust, her body afire from head to toe with desire for the big man. She didn't know if she was going to get that wonderful shaft slammed home in her cunt, but she was determined to battle Edie to the end for the privilege.
Edie was no less determined than Paula, and flung her slender body against Howard's with total abandon. Fortunately, his chest was broad enough for both women to be held tightly against him. He kissed each woman in turn, smearing their faces with his saliva, and each other's.
The wild, writhing knot slid off the couch, slamming into the coffee table and knocking it over with a crash. Neither woman flinched in their desperate attempt to attain their goal. Paula reached for Howard's cock and found Edie had already wrapped her hand around it possessively. Growling softly, Paula contented herself with just the head of his cock, then reached under for his balls and fiddled them gently. His juices smeared her fingers and she paused for a second to lick them off, showing Howard exactly what she was doing.
Edie wasn't about to be outdone and slithered down to bow her head over his cock, wrap her mouth around it, then suck on its alluring pink head.
Paula thought she had lost. It was a form of attack that hadn't occurred to her. She wondered fleetingly where Edie had learned it. Then Howard's arm tightened around her, pulling her naked body tightly against his and she didn't care any more. She felt Edie's head moving against her naked stomach as Edie sucked Howard's cock, and the tickling of Edie's hair against Paula's skin was one of the wildest sensations she'd ever felt.
Then Edie was sliding back up along Howard's body, drawn up by his hand under her armpit. He hauled both women up on top of him and pressed their bodies against him. He rolled all three of them over. Paula was terrified that Edie was going to get that wonderful, hard shaft of muscle and gristle. Then, suddenly, it was at the gates of her cunt. Howard was driving his cock into her! But he wasn't letting go of Edie, either. He was determined to have both women, somehow. Edie clung to him desperately as he fucked Paula, and he drove his finger into Edie's hungry little pussy at the same time he was screwing Paula.
It wasn't one of the most successful sere wings Paula had ever had, but it was one of the most unusual. She soared upward to a wild climax, conscious every minute of Edie's slender, lithe body pressing against her and Howard both. She felt Edie writhing and jerking as she was driven to a climax by the big man's fingers. And then Howard was coming, shooting his load of come into Paula's belly, and she soared to a second marvelous orgasm. She felt Edie jerking and writhing, and knew that she was coming again, too. All three of them were coming at the same wonderful time, a delightful tangled knot of pure lust.
Paula's passion-knotted muscles relaxed slowly. Still tangled with Edie and Howard, she felt warm, wonderful and satisfied. Somebody wriggled against her and she rolled away, sprawling on her back. Then, she realized, something strange had happened. She'd felt Howard come in her, but when she'd rolled away from him just now, when she'd felt his cock slip from her jism-soaked cunt, he was still as hard as iron!
A gasp from Edie caught Paula's attention, and she rolled her head to see what was happening. Howard was moving over the slender girl, and Edie was spreading her lean legs wide to welcome him into her black-furred cunt. When Anne had said her husband was horny, she hadn't exaggerated. Howard was blanketing Edie's slender frame with his blocky body, and his cock was a spear ready to ravage her hungry hole. Edie was pinned on her back like the losing wrestler, her muscles straining against Howard's, not with resistance, but with passion. Her nipples were sharp, hard points aimed straight at his big chest. Her ribs heaved with her ragged breathing.
Paula rolled to one elbow to get a better view of the action. She was struck again by the sleek, slender grace of Edie's almost juvenile body, the lithe, long muscles under her pale, flawless skin. As Howard's cock bore down on Edie's neat black bush, Paula wondered if the girl trimmed the hair there, or if it was naturally so tidy and compact.
Then Howard was sliding his well-lubricated cock into Edie's pussy. Edie welcomed his drive with a lift of her own hips. Her eyes were closed, her expression one of triumph as she took Howard's big cock into her guts. She spread her thighs as wide as possible, her tendons standing out with the effort. Howard brought his full weight down on Edie, and she almost disappeared under his blocky, muscular frame. Edie was engulfed by his body as she engulfed his cock with her hungry cunt.
Paula felt a surge of envy and sexual excitement as she watched Howard and Edie working and squirming their bodies against each other. Paula envied Edie desperately, because she was getting to climax again, while she herself was left alone and forlorn next to them.
Unwilling to give up so easily, Paula squirmed across the short gap separating her from the writhing couple, then snuggled against both of them. Reaching down blindly, she grabbed someone's hand and spread her thighs and pressed it into her eager cunt. She guided a finger into her pussy and squeezed her legs together on the hand to trap it there, while she pressed against Howard's and Edie's flanks. She was boiling upward toward another wonderful, tumbling orgasm and snuggled against her friends, fighting to feel as warm and wanted and wonderful as possible as she soared toward her crest.
The heat of the naked bodies against hers was wonderful, searing deep into her like warm sunshine. She felt the fingers trapped in her cunt working around in there and pressed her hips forward to grind her excited clitoris against the lump the hand made at her crotch. She felt Howard moving more and more quickly as he pistoned his cock in and out of Edie. And then Paula was coming, a welling, growing, burgeoning orgasm that built with the steady power of a volcano until it burst over her, burning through her, driving her to squirm desperately against Howard and Edie, press her throbbing breasts against them, and grind her belly against their flanks as they fucked each other.
Edie began to gasp and whine, squirming her body against Howard hungrily as she climaxed, Howard was slamming his cock into Edie mercilessly. Then Paula felt his muscles tensing and jerking, felt him shudder as he pumped his semen into Edie's willing pussy. His muscles knotted and hardened, feeling like hot rocks under his skin as Paula squeezed herself against him. All three of them strained for long, agonizing minutes. Then, almost as one, their tightness slid away from them and they collapsed in a limp puddle of sexual exhaustion, The fingers were still buried in Paula's cunt, and she spread her thighs to release them. As they slid out, she suddenly realized how slender and small the hand had been. It was Edie's fingers she'd stuffed into her steamy snatch! Terrified at what Edie might feel, Paula looked at her black-haired friend. Edie was sprawled on her back, her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her face. If she was upset by what she'd done, it didn't show. Paula relaxed again.
V
"Anne?" Howard mumbled, rousing Paula from her daze.
Rolling to her side, Paula mentally catalogued her aches and pains. Her cunt felt wonderfully abused and satisfied, while she ached with a delicious exhaustion. "What?"
"Where's Anne?" Howard asked. He was lying on his back between Paula and Edie, his limp cock flipped up against his stomach. His belly glistened with the two women's juices and his own copious come.
"Anne," Paula said, trying to get her mind reoriented. "Where's Anne?"
"I'm here," Anne suddenly said, and Paula got her mind working again. Judging by her exhaustion, Paula felt as if she'd been fucking all night. She looked around and suddenly realized how little time all the action with Howard had actually taken. She and Edie had seduced Howard, and he had climaxed twice. And the night was still young.
"Howard, are you all right?" Anne asked.
Paula turned to look at Howard's blonde wife. Anne was still fully clothed. She was kneeling beside him, her hands knotted and twisting as she stared at his supine figure. She'd obviously taken in all the action, watched as her husband was taken by two women.
"I'll leave, if you want me to, Howard," Anne said plaintively.
"Why?" Howard asked, bewildered. He was still lying on his back, his eyes closed, as if he were afraid opening them would destroy some marvelous dream.
"You don't need me," Anne whined, "Me being the way I am."
Howard shook his head slowly from side to side. "No." He opened his eyes and looked at his wife. "No, don't go. I'm sorry about what happened, I love you."
Anne was twisting her wedding ring around her fingers as if she were trying to screw it off. "At least one of us is happy," she said softly, fighting back her tears.
"I want you to be happy, too," Howard protested. "I'd do anything to make you happy. Only I don't know what to do," Mike got up from where he'd been sitting and watching. "She'll be happy," he said authoritatively.
Paula watched from where she lay on the floor. Don and Mike were working like a well-rehearsed team as they moved in on the lush but miserable blonde. Together they helped her to her feet, then held her trapped between them, brushing aside her protests and resistance as they proceeded to strip her. In a few seconds they had her down to her bra and panties, and Paula took careful stock of Anne's body. It was soft and curvy without being fat. The slight tendency toward plumpness was a complement to Anne's figure, rounding her curves gracefully.
"What are you doing?" Anne asked for the fifth time, looking from Mike to Don and back again.
Neither man answered her. Instead, they went for her few remaining garments, stripping her bra and panties off her.
Paula was surprised to see that Anne was a natural blonde. Mike and Don held Anne between them, admiring her nude body from head to toe as she eyed them fearfully, She obviously had no idea what was coming, and her fright added to the excitement.
With a soft groan, Howard got awkwardly to his feet and approached his wife. For a few seconds he stood inches away from her, looking her over carefully. Then he reached out and petted her full, rounded tits, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. The pale-pink disks remained resolutely flat. Anne was looking up into her husband's face plaintively, not struggling against Mike and Don at all any more. Howard moved closer and kissed her lips tenderly, then backed away, as if he knew he could take no part in the proceedings yet.
"I could use a beer," Edie said, getting to her feet and breaking the mood for a moment. "Anyone else?"
"Me," Paula answered.
In a few seconds Edie was back with the beers, and she and Paula sat down on the couch and relaxed, Howard had gripped his wife from behind, holding her helpless while Don and Mike quickly stripped off their clothes. Then he turned her over to them and joined Paula and Edie on the couch.
"You're making a ... a display of me," Anne complained miserably. "Please don't. Please let me go, I'm useless."
"With a body like that, you can't be useless," Mike answered softly.
"No, please," Anne whimpered.
The two men ignored her protests and began to worship her full, rounded figure, their hands stroking and weighing her full jugs, measuring their softness and teasing and torturing her nipples. Anne stood helplessly between them, her long blonde hair trailing down over her bare shoulders as they massaged her tits. Their cocks were already hard and ready, powerful spears pointing at her slit. Her pussy was unconcealed by the sparse blonde curls of her pubic hair. Its bulging lips were plainly visible, tucked shyly between her curved and graceful thighs.
Mike's and Don's efforts with Anne's lush knockers were bearing fruit, slowly but surely. The girl's pale-pink nipples were beginning to respond, stiffening and hardening slowly, turning from flat disks capping her breasts to little points of pink, Mike rolled one tit between his fingers, pulling on it, and it responded by stiffening further, giving him more to hold onto. He increased his torturing attention to it.
Don was scrubbing his fingers over Anne's other hardening tit, making it bounce like rubber. Paula knew how it felt, and her own tits hardened at the thought, burning internally with the excitement Anne was experiencing.
"Oh, my God," Anne sighed softly. Don and Mike weren't holding her arms any more, and she lifted them and put them around their shoulders to steady herself, spreading her feet slightly to increase her stability. The pose exposed her sparse-haired cunt more, showing the full cuntlips between her thighs. But she didn't seem to care, and tipped her head back as she savored the burning excitement beginning to course through her body.
In a quick, well-managed movement, Don and Mike quickly swept Anne's feet out from under her and lowered her to her back on the carpet before she could react. Her breasts were soft and spread out over her full chest as she lay there. The change made the hardness and excitement of her nipples more prominent than ever. The sharp buds pointed straight at the ceiling, begging for more attention, Paula gratefully gulped her beer, her mouth suddenly dry. Her own excitement was increasing again, which she didn't believe possible. Blindly, she reached over and slid her hand along Howard's muscular thigh, seeking its strength, Howard had his arm around her neck and his fingers were brushing her bare titties. Reaching up with one hand, she guided his fingers to her nipple to encourage him to stimulate it.
Down on the floor, Mike and Don were kneeling on either side of Anne, She lay on her back, her eyes closed as they played with her breasts. She was stroking their bare thighs hesitantly, as if to reassure herself that what was happening was real.
When Mike lowered his head to suckle on Anne's full tit, Paula thought she herself would collapse. She knew how his lips felt on her own breast and seethed with excitement. Anne's nude body looked incredibly erotic spread out on the floor, a series of graceful curves of pink and white, without the usual contrast of dark hair to counterpoint the paleness of her skin. Her shining blonde hair spread out in a fan around her head, while the delicate blonde curls in her crotch softened the outlines of her pussy without concealing them. Her legs were spread just enough to show her inner recesses without making a blatant display.
Mike and Don were tormenting Anne slowly and deliberately. Their strong hands, tan and rough against her tender skin, were stroking her thighs, then her stomach near her navel. They were deliberately avoiding the heart of her sex in favor of the more subtle erogenous zones of her body. Their lips were still working on her tits as her chest began to heave with excitement. Her eyes were closed and her brow furrowed as she concentrated on the wild new sensations being built in her.
Howard had drawn Paula and Edie tightly against him as they sat on the couch, watching. His hands were filled with their small, interesting boobs. He was pinching their nipples convulsively as he watched his wife being worked over. Paula and Edie were stroking his muscular, barrel-like torso, their own eyes riveted to the erotic tableau on the rug.
Don and Mike were concentrating totally on the woman between them, paying no attention to anything else around them as they ravished her. Their hands slid up the insides of her thighs and she spread her legs, bending her knees, encouraging them to go for the heart of her sex. She was beginning to show a faint pink blush of sexual excitement, a blush spreading upward from her crotch over the soft swell of her belly, Mike and Don ignored her invitation. They were determined to tease the blonde to heights she'd never scaled before in her life. They were going to drive her insane with her own lust. Their fingers brushed within inches of her pink-lipped pussy on the insides of her thighs,, then stroked up around the pouting cuntlips, brushing through the pubic hair, but not quite touching her where she really wanted to be touched.
"Please," she said softly, her first sound in what seemed like hours. "Please," she pleaded again, her face twisting with passion.
"Not yet," Mike said softly. "Not yet."
He and Don continued their tactile exploration, running feather-light fingertips over her flanks and ribs, brushing over her soft stomach and up the slopes of her knockers. They weren't nursing at her tits any longer, but her nipples remained sharp and excited. Her chest heaved as she lay there on her back, panting with increasing passion.
Sliding their hands downward, Mike and Don again slid their fingers past the outer limits of Anne's cunt, and her hips writhed in response, They dodged her efforts to get them to touch her pussy. Instead, they slid their hands down along her graceful legs, stroking and petting her sleek skin all the way to her feet.
Paula was surprised at her own rapidly increasing lust. She had been sure that she was done for the night, and here she was, heating up slowly but steadily, as if she were the one spread out on the floor. Howard's hand was squeezing the small, soft mound of her breast, and she was digging her fingers into his strong stomach, trying to resist the urge to seek out his cock and fondle it. Wrenching her eyes away from Anne's sprawled body, Paula looked over at Edie just as Edie looked at her. Some new attraction seemed to strike both of them simultaneously and they slid their hands together and interlocked their fingers, squeezing each other's hands with a new and different hunger. Paula knew that this, too, would be explored soon, and her heart hammered at the thought. She saw the same knowledge in Edie's eyes, and it frightened her. She tore her gaze away from her slender, black-haired friend to again watch Anne's agony.
The men were now working their way closer and closer to Anne's puffy sex, stroking her stomach and her thighs. Anne was writhing under their skillful torture. Mike slid his fingers along the furred slit of her pussy as lightly as a feather brushing her, and Anne whimpered, her hips writhing desperately. He'd barely brushed through the hair curling over her pussy and she'd twisted as if an electric shock had seared through her. She was clawing her fingers into the carpet now, her muscles beginning to strain as her excitement built higher and higher.
Don suddenly bent his head down and blew on Anne's sex, his breath whipping through her pubic hair. The woman's lush body almost exploded as her muscles knotted in sudden shock- Her yell was animal-like in its power and intensity, Paula found herself wondering where Don had learned this latest trick, He did it again, his breath puffing against Ann's sensitive mound and Anne's convulsion made her body thump the floor painfully.
"Please," Anne gasped, "Oh, please, please!"
"What is it?" Mike asked softly.
"Please!" Anne's gasp became a cry.
"What is it, Anne? What is it you want?"
"I don't know," Anne wailed. "I don't know. It's never happened before."
Don was continuing his delicate stimulation of Anne's swollen slit, his fingers flicking at her crotch. He was barely touching her, deliberately torturing her with the faintest of touches. He'd spread her labia with his fingers, then blow on her as carefully as if she were a fine musical instrument. When he spread the lips of her gash open, the tissues inside were exposed, pale, excitingly pink and glistening with juices.
"What is it you want, Anne?" Mike asked again, "I want a man," Anne admitted reluctantly.
"Why?"
Anne seemed stunned by the question, and her eyes jerked open.
"Why do you want a man?" Mike asked her, "Do you feel something?"
Anne's eyes were wide with surprise. Don was still concentrating on her totally exposed sex, teasing and torturing her with his breath. Anne's thighs were spread wide, her muscles twisting with every subtle stimulation of her hungry pussy, "Oh, God," Anne sighed, rolling her head from side to side. "Do I feel something! Oh my God, do I feel something!"
"Feel this," Mike said softly, taking one of her little white hands and guiding it to the brutal power of his cock. He wrapped her fingers around it.
Anne's fist tightened around the rod of hard meat. "That's it! That's what I want." She was trying to pull Mike's cock in the direction of her aroused pussy.
He held back, resisting. "Not yet," he said, "Please," Anne begged softly, her hand pumping and squeezing his hard staff.
"Not yet," Mike replied.
Paula herself was feeling as tortured as Anne, Her muscles were twisting under her skin as she watched the lush blonde being lovingly tortured by the two men. She wished desperately she had two men to drive her to such delicious agony. She cast a hungry glance at Howard, 6ut his eyes were only for his wife. His face was beaded with sweat as he watched Anne being ravished by Don and Mike, Blindly, Paula reached for his cock. Instead she touched Edie's hand, already wrapped around the powerful organ. Instead of feeling a surge of jealousy, Paula simply slid her hand around Edie's and gripped it warmly, feeling the power of Howard's swelling prick through Edie's fingers.
"Please, anyone," Anne was begging again, Her hand was rhythmically squeezing Mike's cock. Turning her head, she looked up into his face, tears of need glistening and pooling in her blue eyes, then trickling down from their outer corners.
Paula couldn't understand how her husband could continue to resist Anne's pleading and her lush body. Anne was a wanton display, her pale, feminine body wide open to his plundering. Paula didn't see how he could resist the siren call of Anne's flesh.
Mike was visibly battling his own lust now. He'd been watching Anne's face. Now he let his gaze slide down over her writhing, lush torso. Her pink nipples were pointing straight at the ceiling, her stomach fluttering and twisting with every breath. Her softly rounded belly was rippling with involuntary contractions, while her legs jerked and twisted as Don continued to torture her pussy. He was sliding one finger into her wide-open cunt now, and Anne was pushing her hips upward in a desperate search for fulfillment.
Paula looked at Don, and realized just how horny he was, also, Anne was ready for a man now, and was clearly terrified that the cooperation between the two men would turn into competition for the right to plunge their cocks into her desperate cunt, and that neither would.
"Okay," Mike agreed softly. An explosion of relief swept through Anne. She pulled his turgid cock in the direction of her crotch, but Mike resisted.
Instead it was Don who shifted over Anne, moving to take her as she was spread wide on the floor. Paula gulped when she saw how excited Anne was. Streams of fluid had oozed down from the blonde's cunt to form a glistening coating for her writhing butt. There was a dark stain on the rug under her drooling pussy, Don slid over her, covering her thrilling curves with his lean body, his cock aiming into her slit, then sliding smoothly home in the slick channel. He and Anne were both so ready for what was coming that he drove his cock into her with one smooth, powerful motion, with no pumping or hesitation. Her well-lubricated channel absorbed his entire length and her hips surged upward to meet his body as it came down on her.
Still kneeling at Anne's side, Mike watched hungrily as Don fucked her. She wrapped one arm around Don's back, but refused to let go of Mike's cock. She held onto his powerful organ as if it were an anchor in a raging sea.
Don slid his cock out of Anne's cunt until it almost came free, then rammed it home again with a smooth thrust of his hips. Anne cried out aloud as his meat drove deep into her belly.
Paula felt as if she were watching an athletic event. She felt her own body thrusting and pushing in response to Don's drives into Anne's cunt. It was almost as if she were adding body English to a series of twenty-foot putts, or a bowling ball as it neared the pins at the end of the alley, Don's cock slid smoothly in and out of Anne's hungry pussy, a glistening piston of lust. He kept hold of Anne's flanks as he drove his cock home faster and faster. She was still holding onto Mike's shaft as she took Don's in her guts. She was thrashing mindlessly as she soared higher and higher. Mingled with the lust on her face was an expression of disbelief.
A delicate pink flush flickered to life on her belly, then spread upward, and Anne's muscles knotted abruptly, tearing a cry from her. She was battered by a totally unfamiliar sensation and held onto Mike's cock with a desperation bordering on panic.
Then Don was slamming his cock into her, harder and harder, his control dissolving as he no soared toward his own orgasm. He slammed his hips down against Anne and held on, his dong pumping come deep into her body as he climaxed. Anne was meeting his last, dying thrust with a powerful shove of her hips.
They strained against each other for a long, agonizing moment. Then the power drained out of their muscles and they slumped. Obviously exhausted, Don pulled himself away from Anne before his cock even had a chance to shrink. It dribbled thick drops across one of Anne's pale legs as he crawled away from her.
The inside of her cunt was gleaming red between her spread thighs and come juice was pouring from her slit to stain the rug. The lower part of her body looked flushed and abused as she lay on the floor, her chest heaving with exhaustion. She turned her head to look at Mike. She still held his hard cock in her hand, and her eyes answered his question. She pulled his organ in the direction of her pussy, Mike grinned with excitement as he shifted, and covered her body with his. She guided his cock to her cunt.
The sound of his cock driving into her wet, come-filled pussy sounded loud in the quiet, passion-filled room. He drove a little air out of Anne's snatch, and Paula could see a spray of jism splatter her husband's thighs. The slap of Mike's body against Anne's rang through the room.
Anne wrapped her arms and legs around Mike as if she were an octopus. She ground her heated body against his with desperate intensity, Paula knew the feeling of Mike's cock in her guts the way Anne was taking it, and longing exploded through her. She wanted release herself, but couldn't do anything but watch as Mike delivered his meat to Anne.
Anne was growing more and more wild, more and more responsive as she and Mike fucked. Her hips slammed upward to meet Mike's downward drives, their flesh slapping together. Her fingernails were scoring his back as she clawed him. She was more animal than he now as she abandoned herself to her recently awakened instincts. If she had any reservations left, any inhibitions, they were burned away under the relentless heat of Mike's skillful fucking.
Paula was clinging desperately to Howard, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene on the floor. Blindly, she reached around Howard and touched somebody's soft skin. Without looking, she clung to it and felt a slender hand grip her naked upper arm. One corner of Paula's mind acknowledged that she and Edie were clinging to each other almost as much as they were clinging to the man between them. Edie's skin felt soft and smooth and hot and exciting.
Mike was nearing his own orgasm now. Paula's senses were attuned to him, and she could feel the nearness of his orgasm even from across the room. She urged him on with subtle jerks of her own hips as she watched, feeling like a cheerleader.
Mike hammered and hammered at Anne, slamming his cock into her guts as deeply as he could. His fingers were prying under the blonde's lush ass, squeezing and gripping her fleshy buttocks, driving into the crack between them as he lifted her hips, changing the angle of his \ penetration to drive as deeply into her as possible. He was grunting hoarsely as he hammered his cock into Anne's soft body. Then he was coming, his balls tensing up under his cock as he unloaded his sperm into Anne's straining quim. Her pale skin flushed red as she came along with him, their juices mingling and streaming from her already sated pussy.
Then the two of them collapsed, and Paula heaved a sigh of relief. Mike and Anne slowly relaxed, the tension oozing from their muscles.
Mike rolled off Anne, his cock already half-wilted. Anne's pussy was streaming thick fluids. Her labia were almost scarlet from the pounding they'd taken. The inner tissues of her pussy, swollen and red, looked hot and feverish.
For a few seconds Anne just lay there, her legs spread, her knees bent. Her chest heaved as she fought for breath. She was digging her fingers into the rug as if the world were spinning wildly and she was hanging on. Then her eyes flickered open. For a second she stared blankly at the ceiling. She looked as if she were waking up. Then an expression of terrible loss and longing crossed her features.
"Howard? Somebody?" she whispered, her voice panicky.
"Here," Howard said huskily.
Reluctantly, Paula let the stocky, muscular man slip from her grasp. He knelt beside his wife. Almost defensively, Paula and Edie groped for each other as they watched Anne and Howard. Blindly, Paula and Edie slid into each other's arms, their gaze fastened on Howard and Anne in the center of the floor.
"Please, Howard," Anne pleaded.
"You want me?" Howard asked.
"Please? Can you do it? I need more," Anne wailed.
Howard's lust exploded upward, his cock swelling abruptly, standing out brutally from his groin. He stared hungrily at his wife's ravished body and his hands stroked down over her helpless, naked flesh as if he were assuring himself that she was real. He tortured her jugs with his strong hands as she fumbled blindly for his cock and gripped it. Her fingers looked tender and vulnerable against the awful power of his prick. She passed her fingers over its bulbous head as if she'd never touched it before in her life.
"Please?" Anne begged.
"Yes," Howard answered triumphantly.
With no more foreplay, he moved his heavy body over hers as she guided his sturdy cock into her already glutted cunt. His first drive displaced a flood of semen, the come of two men. The thick, white fluid streamed out around his shaft and poured down to pool on the carpet as he filled her cunt.
Anne ripped at his back with her nails, her body twisting wildly in the throes of still another orgasm. Her coming blasted through her like an explosion, with no warning, knotting her muscles in a shocking convulsion.
Howard began to fuck her, slowly and deliberately and powerfully. He'd already had two women, and wasn't in any hurry to climax. Instead, he lingered over his wife, savoring every delicious inch of her hot cunt. He drew back until just the head of his shaft was touching her abused tissues. Then he slid it back into her slowly, as if he were cataloging every wrinkle and fold of her snatch with his sensitive prick.
Paula and Edie were hanging onto each other as they watched. Blindly, Paula sought and found one of Edie's shy little titties and cupped it, thrilled at the feel of the other woman's hard little nipple poking into her palm. She didn't understand what was happening between her and Edie, but refused to question the new feelings she was triggering. Instead, she savored them and watched Howard discover his wife.
Howard was keeping his pace deliberately slow and agonizing. And, after her wild coming from his first thrust, Anne was responding in kind. Her body moved languidly under his, matching his drives. She squirmed her soft body against his hard one, her breasts grinding flat between them. She explored the muscles of his back as if she'd never touched them before. Her eyes were closed, her face twisted with concentration and pleasure. Digging her heels into the rug, she matched the drives of his hips with her own, rolling them slowly and excitingly against him as his ground her into the floor.
Howard pushed away from her, and looked down at her as she lay under him. Her pale body was marred by red streaks from her earlier activities. She spread her arms wide, offering her lush body to him as a sacrifice.
To Paula it was probably the most exciting fuck of the entire evening. She was clinging to Edie's slender, hot, smooth body as she watched. The touch of Edie's naked skin against hers was something entirely new to Paula, but she was aware of it with only one corner of her mind as she watched Howard and Anne learning all about each other. She was dimly aware of Mike and Don sprawled off to one side, watching as they rested and recovered.
Howard's arms tired finally, folding and dropping his muscular torso down on Anne's. She groaned as she accepted his weight, and her ribs flexed visibly from his mass as it came down on her. If it hurt to have his weight crushing her into the floor, Anne didn't show it. Instead she wrapped her arms around him and welcomed him.
Together Anne and Howard moved and moved, slowly picking up speed and power. His cock spiked in and out of her cunt with squishing sounds that grew louder and stronger as he picked up speed. From their heads to their feet they were writhing against each other, every inch of their bodies taking part in the action. They were rubbing against each other as if they were trying to fit into the same, passion-filled skin. There wasn't an inch of either of them that wasn't in motion. They were even rubbing their cheeks together, his beard burning against her soft skin. Their feet twined and tangled.
The center of the action was their hips, working and writhing against each other. Howard's motion was basically a straight-line pumping. Anne was discovering all the wonderful motions that were possible with her hips, twisting and rolling them more and more wildly. The last vestiges of civilization had been burned away, and animal instincts were coming through to turn her body into one, wild sex machine.
They were communicating with each other now, silently. Their moves matched as they worked each other higher and higher and higher, until they both soared upward and began coming. They froze, their muscles straining against each other as they milked the eternal moment for as long as they could, squeezing every drop of pleasure available out of their orgasms.
Paula felt her own body straining against Edie's as she vicariously savored Howard's and Anne's searing pleasure. Edie's muscles were as knotted as her own, but Paula didn't care. Edie was a slender, hot, exciting body to hang onto as she seethed to a strange, unworldly heat that made no sense. It wasn't until she saw Anne and Howard relaxing that Paula let her own muscles unknot.
"Phew," Edie breathed softly.
"You okay?" Paula asked, suddenly realizing that Edie might have been unsettled by the unfamiliar contact with a woman's body.
"I-I'm fine, I guess," Edie decided.
"Nothing happened," Paula assured Edie solicitously.
"I know it," Edie answered. "I wish ..." The slender, black-haired girl didn't finish the sentence.
"Wish what?" Paula asked softly. Paula was willing to admit to herself what she'd felt. She was praying that Edie would make the same admission, that the door would be opened on something neither of them had ever explored.
"Nothing," Edie said softly. "Let's get beer for everyone."
"Good idea," Paula agreed, deciding not to press the issue. They virtually ignored each other as they went to the kitchen and rounded up the beverages, then distributed them among the naked figures sprawled around on the floor.
"You planned this," Anne said accusingly as Paula settled next to Mike.
Paula sipped her beer and stroked Mike's thigh. "Yes," she confessed. "We planned it."
"I don't understand," Howard observed in confusion. "Not that I'm complaining, you understand. I'm flabbergasted."
Mike chuckled. "I guess you might call it 'group therapy.' " "And I was the patient," Anne said.
"No, no," Don assured the blonde hastily. "We're all patients."
"I still don't understand," Howard announced.
"I thought I was frigid," Anne said softly.
"And I was just a bad lover," Don noted bluntly.
"Not any more," Edie put in contentedly. "And I guess Paula was bored with me," Mike went on.
"And Mike was bored with me," Paula added.
Howard was shaking his head wonderingly. "And this was the result. Is that all there is to it?"
"No," Mike assured him. Then he glanced at the clock. "But I think that's all for tonight."
"My God, look at the time," Edie gasped.
There was a wild scramble for clothes by Howard, Anne, Edie and Don. In a few minutes they were dressed.
Howard and Anne held a quick, quiet conversation away from the others. Then Howard turned to them. "Look. Would you all like to come over to our place?"
"Sure," Mike agreed quickly.
"How about next week?" Anne asked.
"For more therapy?" Paula asked with a smile. Neither she nor Mike had bothered to dress. They were standing side by side holding hands.
"More therapy," Anne said.
"Fine with us," Don answered quickly.
"Same time, same station," Howard quipped nervously. "We've got to be going."
Mike and Paula showed their guests to the door, then turned to each other.
"You got any left for your poor wife?" Paula asked softly. She reached down and stroked his cock hopefully. It responded quickly.
"Of course," he chuckled. "Don't I always after a good party?"
"How was Anne, anyway?" Paula asked impishly.
Mike cut off her teasing by bearing down on her lips with his. He broke the kiss. "Never you mind."
In a tangled knot they made their way up the stairs.
VI
Paula felt totally at ease as she leaned back inside the circle of Mike's arm. Slouching down on the long, plushy sofa, she looked lazily around the Pendells' living room. Decorated in soft blue-gray, it was elegant without being ostentatious. The stock market had obviously been kind to Howard. The furniture looked as if it were at least elegantly old, if not antique, and glowed from years of loving care.
"What can I get in the way of drinks?" Howard asked, standing in the center of the room. At the previous gathering he'd been stiffly formal in a suit and tie. Here, on his home ground, he was elegantly casual.
"We've got all sorts of snacks and dips," Anne said nervously. "I didn't know what would be appropriate."
"Nothing special," Mike assured their hostess. "We're just friends."
"Oh, I know," Anne answered, embarrassed. "But I thought maybe oysters or something should be available."
"Who needs extra stimulation?" Don observed.
"It was very thoughtful of you," Paula assured Anne quickly. "Who knows, it may make the evening last longer."
"I hope so," Anne said softly.
Paula kicked off her shoes and indulged in the luxury of wiggling her bare toes in the soft wall-to-wall carpet. Ignoring Anne's nervous bustling, she gazed into the flickering flames in the fireplace. Three logs hissed and crackled behind the fire screen.
"Here you are," Howard said, handing her a drink.
Paula got her mind back in gear, not having realized she was letting herself be hypnotized by the flames. "Thanks."
"Here's to us," Anne toasted the gathering nervously, then drained her glass.
Paula raised her glass in response and sipped it carefully. It was expensive Scotch, softened with just a splash of soda. Letting the warm liquor roll around on her tongue, Paula leaned her head back against Mike's arm before swallowing, relishing the delicious fumes that tickled up through her nose. She tried to figure out why she felt so relaxed. Then she realized that this time she was the guest, instead of the hostess. She felt no compunction to get things moving. She could lounge back on the couch and let things happen to her, instead of having to be concerned with initiating the seduction.
Letting the Scotch and soda seep deep into her bones, Paula let her eyes half close. Mike's hand slid down over her shoulder toward the soft mound of one of her breasts, and she shifted to let him rest his fingers on the peak. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the satin of her blouse.
On a rug in front of the fire, a large, furry lump picked up its head and yawned cavernously. A wide, long pink tongue flashed through the bushy tangle of long fur, and dark eyes twinkled dimly through the unkempt bangs that shielded them. Then the big sheepdog put his head back down with a soft sigh of tranquility. Curled up against the dog, in violation of the war between cats and dogs, an elegant Siamese cat snoozed, undisturbed by the dog's brief activity.
Everyone seemed to be waiting for someone else to start the action. For the first time that evening, Paula felt a little tense, wondering if anything at all was going to happen. She suddenly realized that she'd had all three men that were in attendance, and felt a small pang of disappointment. She wanted something new and different this evening, but nothing seemed to present itself. Frustrated, she sipped her Scotch.
Anne turned back from fixing herself another drink. The ice clinked in her glass as her hand shook. There was an audible slurp as she put the glass to her lips. In the silence, the noise drew everyone's attention to the lushly curved blonde. "Oooops, excuse me," she said tensely, wiping a drop from her chin with shaky fingers. "I . . . ah . . . suppose someone's supposed to . . . ah . . . sort of get things started. Aren't they?"
This nervous announcement was received with expectant silence, which only increased the tension in the elegant room.
"I'm . . . ah . . . well ..." Anne began hesitantly. "I mean, since last time, Howard and I have sort of talked more than we used to."
"What she means is, since you four turned her on, we've discussed our problem," Howard said, trying to rescue her.
"Matter of fact, we didn't talk about our trouble at all before," Anne admitted. "It was pretty terrible." She took another swallow. "But since you showed me how good it can be, we've talked about it. Things have been better between us since then. I know it'll never be as good as it was the last time. I mean, well, last time I had three men. And good as Howard is, he's only one man."
"I haven't come close to getting her as turned on as you did last time," Howard filled in quickly, not happy at the admission. "Except once."
"I'd been kind of trying to figure out how Howard and I could make it better with just the two of us," Anne said. "And I came up with an idea. It's kind of kinky. But Howard and I tried it, and it worked that one time that he mentioned."
"How is it kinky?" Edie asked, obviously interested.
"Well, I've always had this fantasy," Anne confessed shyly.
Paula tried to put Anne more at ease with a confession of her own. "I guess we've all had fantasies."
"I think mine's kind of unusual," Anne went on. She hesitated. Everyone waited patiently for her to gather her courage. "But I never even thought of it until the other day. It used to be, when I. . . uh . . . masturbated, I daydreamed, and that made it work. But I never daydreamed when I was with a man. It didn't seem fair, somehow."
"So, what's the fantasy?" Don asked, his impatience getting the better of him.
Anne blushed and held onto her glass with both hands, her fingers turning white from the strain. She didn't look at them but talked to her ice cubes. "I used to imagine that I was tied up and helpless and that I was being raped," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
Paula felt a wild shiver of excitement at the thought. She tried to imagine herself helplessly bound, being assaulted by a man, and excitement burned through her. Then she remembered her own fantasies. "I used to have fantasies, too," she said quickly. "I used to imagine I was at a party, and we were playing hide-and-seek, the boys against the girls. I'd be hiding in a closet, and the boy I wanted would find me there. But instead of taking me back to home base, he'd shut us both in the closet and we'd . . . ah . . . make out."
"You never told me about that," Mike protested.
"I know. It always seemed so childish. Remember that time I suggested we play hide-and-seek before we made love? About a month ago?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I hid in the closet, remember? And I wanted you to find me and make love to me there. Only you dragged me out and we did it on the bed, instead," Paula rushed on. "It's not your fault," she assured him quickly. "You didn't know." She took a deep breath, feeling unburdened by the confession. "Anyway, the dream didn't really end right there. That was enough for a while. Then I had to dream more and more. Finally, he'd get me naked and make love to me in the closet, and just then someone would open the closet and find us like that. And that was when I'd come," she finished.
"I had a dream, too," Edie put in quickly. "If anyone cares."
"I care," Don assured his wife hastily.
"It involved my Daddy," Edie admitted. "I guess that's pretty awful, huh?"
Howard shrugged. "I don't know. I don't see why."
"Because he was my Daddy," Edie said. "Anyway, he used to spank me. And that hurt, of course. But, anyhow, when I got older and he used to spank me, it used to get me all excited. One time, when I was about fourteen, I could feel him getting excited, too. That was the last time he ever spanked me. But I've always remembered that, and would imagine that he couldn't resist me, and would make love to me after spanking me."
Anne seemed relieved that she wasn't the only one who had fantasies. "I thought maybe tonight we could act out my fantasy. Howard and I did it once last week, and it was really great. What do you think?"
Paula looked at her husband, and he nodded his agreement. The others all seemed interested, too. "How do we start?" Paula asked.
Anne set her empty glass aside. "I'll get the ropes," she said quickly, her enthusiasm obvious. She hurried out of the room and returned in a few seconds with two pairs of panty hose and a pair of scissors. Quickly splitting the panty hose from crotch to waist produced four bonds.
"Do you undress before we tie you up?" Don asked.
"Oh no," Anne answered quickly. "That's why I wore this. You tie my hands up first, where I show you. Then you strip me and tie my feet."
Paula studied her friend's lush body. Anne was wearing an expensive dress that was entirely backless. The front was a bib that swept up from her waist and fastened behind her neck. The skirt was long and flowing. When Anne turned her back, it looked as if she were topless, since the fastening of the big was hidden by her hair.
"Does somebody want to tie me up?" Anne asked hesitantly.
"Sure," Mike agreed quickly, taking his arm from around Paula and getting to his feet.
Paula watched as her husband went up to Anne and took the nylon "ropes" from her. Anne ushered him to the doorway to the dining room. Then she held out one wrist. Mike took great care and pleasure in his task. Finishing one wrist, he took the other and knotted the nylon around it meticulously. Then he stepped back.
Anne raised one arm, the nylon fluttering from her wrist like a weird brown banner. "See the hooks up there? They were used for a curtain, or something. Tie my wrists to those."
Paula cast a quick glance at Howard, wondering how he was reacting to watching his wife being bound in the doorway. He was licking his lips, his face clearly showed his excitement. He felt Paula's eyes on him and glanced at her. His gaze raked over her, and Paula shivered, then turned her attention back to Anne and Mike. In the back of her mind she was wondering who was going to find her in the closet.
Mike stepped back and admired his work, the two remaining bonds trailing from his left hand. Anne was pinned in the center of the open doorway, the pitch-dark dining room framing her pale body. Paula noticed that Anne's armpits showed no sign of stubble, but were pale white and flawless. Paula knew Mike would like that. He'd always been upset at the faint dark stubble that Paula always seemed to be left with after shaving.
"Oh, my," Anne said softly, twisting her arms and pulling against the ties. Her muscles were stretched by the pose. "You could do almost anything to me, couldn't you?"
Mike nodded, his eyes studying her from head to toe.
"You could just rip the clothes right off me," Anne prompted.
Mike smiled slowly. It wasn't exactly a pleasant smile. There was a hint of cruelty in it that startled Paula. She shivered as she watched her husband move determinedly in on the helpless Anne. He slipped his fingers inside the high neckline of Anne's bib and gripped it tightly. His knuckles were digging into her throat and chin, forcing her to tip her head back. The cords of muscle in his forearm stood out as he tightened his grip and began to pull slowly forward, straining the snaps at the back of Anne's neck.
For a few seconds, Paula thought the snaps were going to hold and that Anne might be strangled by Mike's relentless pressure. She was about to jump up and try to stop Mike when there was a popping sound and the top of Anne's dress was suddenly loose in his hand. Anne's head jerked back with the sudden release of the strain on her neck. Her eyes were closed and her lips glistened as she licked them nervously.
Mike dropped the bib and Anne was suddenly bare to the waist. Her lush tits were flattened and raised by the angle of her uplifted arms. Her nipples were hard points capping the soft mounds. Her chest was heaving with every excited breath she took. Anne looked straight at Mike, her blue eyes challenging him.
Paula felt her own excitement growing at the sight of Anne's semi-nude helplessness. She tried to imagine herself in the same position, and knew that she was going to have to try it.
Mike ignored everyone in the room but his quarry. He reached out and pinched Anne's nipples, hard. The cry she uttered was only half stifled.
"Mike!" Paula protested. "NO, Paula!" Anne said sharply. "Let him do it his way."
Mike grinned that cruel grin again, and reached out with both hands to brutally pinch and twist Anne's nipples. She moaned, her face twisting with both pain and passion. She pulled against her bonds, but they didn't even stretch. Her nipples were as excited as possible, peaked like little rubber erasers, giving Mike all the traction he could ask for. He held them between his first two fingers the way he would hold a cigarette. Pulling on them changed the shape of Anne's rounded breasts to cones. Then he twisted them until tears of pain streaked Anne's cheeks.
"Incredible, isn't it?" Howard asked softly as he sat next to Paula.
"How can you just sit here and watch it?" Paula asked him in amazement.
"Don't you understand? She likes it," he explained. His eyes never wavered from his wife's helpless body. He licked his lips nervously. "I couldn't do this to her, no matter how much she wanted it. I just couldn't do it. But Mike can, because he's not in love with her. He can give her what she really wants. I can only give her this." He indicated the big bulge in his trousers.
Paula studied the mass pushing out Howard's fashionably tight pants. "Isn't that enough?" she asked softly.
"Is it?" Howard retorted.
"I think it is," Paula answered, reaching for his lap and fumbling with his fly until she managed to free his huge organ. She wrapped her hand around it and knew it was big enough for her. Then she looked back at Anne.
Mike released her breasts, letting them spring back. Her nipples looked almost scarlet they were so engorged from his torture. Anne's chest heaved and she shook her head, trying to dislodge the tears. Her hair was tousled in evidence of her struggle.
Mike made a brief study of the waist of Anne's dress, then decided on a direct attack. He dug his hands in between the dress and Anne's soft stomach. Hanging from her arms as she was, she made a vague attempt to suck in her gut to give him room. His hands dug into her belly more brutally than they had into her neck. Clenching his fists, he began to pull. Anne tried to follow him, her body flexing, her spine arching as he pulled relentlessly on the waist of her dress. She was being drawn tight against the nylons binding her wrists, her back bowing more and more. Then her feet were slipping forward.
Paula was squeezing Howard's cock with one fist and chewing on the knuckles of the other as she watched her husband ruthlessly drag Anne out against her bonds. Paula was torn by sympathy for Anne and a growing need in her own guts.
Anne's feet were dragging clear of the floor, leaving her hanging by her wrists as her toes scraped through the carpet before leaving the floor. Then her entire weight, plus the pressure being exerted by Mike, the entire brutal load, was being borne by her wrists. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open in a soundless scream of agony as Mike hauled on her as if he were in a tug-of-war. His fists were stark white where he gripped the material, the cords of muscle in his arms bulging as he hauled on her dress with desperate strength. He braced his feet between hers and pulled still harder. The waist of Anne's dress was cutting into her back and sides, adding still another dimension to her agony.
Paula was near tears from just watching what was happening to Anne. She was genuinely afraid that Anne's shoulders were going to come right out of their sockets.
Mike jerked sharply at the dress, and something gave. The soft pop was almost lost in Anne's scream of agony. He jerked again, and there was a series of pops. This time Anne only grunted at the pain.
Then Mike resumed his steady pull on the dress, and agonizingly slowly it began to yield to him. There was a series of soft pops as stitches gave way somewhere behind Anne. The waistband began, reluctantly, to slip slowly down over her lush hips, cutting into them brutally as it did so, leaving burning red welts around her waist.
Paula was feeling as tense as the over-stressed cloth in the dress as she watched the garment slowly creep lower and lower. There was an inch between the backs of Mike's fingers and Anne's soft white stomach. And more and more of that lovely stomach was slowly coming into view as he dragged the dress lower and lower.
Paula was just deciding that Anne wasn't wearing any panties when the top edge of a pair of flimsy, nearly transparent nylon ones crept into view. They enhanced rather than concealed.
The dress was slipping past the swell of Anne's hips now, and Mike quickly stripped it down her legs and threw it aside. With the release of tension, Anne swung back, her feet slamming into the carpet. With a sigh, she lifted herself on her toes, giving her wrists a few precious seconds of relief. Her bonds slipped slightly to expose red friction burns.
Mike stepped up to the helpless blonde and kicked her ankles. "Spread your feet," he snarled. Silently, her face twisted with delicious misery, Anne complied, moving her feet farther and farther apart. As she spread her legs, her flimsy panties clung tightly to her gash, the transparent material softening the lines and curves. The fact that her crotch was nearly hairless added to the exposure.
Mike didn't stop urging her feet apart until Anne's weight was entirely on her wrists again, and her feet were spread painfully far apart. Then he picked up the two remaining nylons and knelt to tie her ankles to rings set into the floor. For a second Paula thought that the rings had been put there for this purpose. Then she realized that they were too old for that. She was trying to figure out their original use when Howard Pendell's hand in her crotch made rational thought impossible. Spreading her thighs, Paula let him press her cunt through her slacks while she watched her husband and the blonde in the doorway.
"Oh, God, yes," Anne moaned ecstatically as she hung helplessly by her wrists. By pressing up on her toes she could relieve the strain on her wrists, but teetered precariously when she did so. Mike put his hand in the middle of her chest and pushed, snapping her taut against her bonds, then releasing her to swing from them.
"Anything at all," Anne moaned, not opening her eyes. "You can do anything at all to me. Do anything you want to me."
Mike studied his prey carefully for a while. Anne was left in only her panties and her jewelry, a simple choker of pearls around her throat and pearl earrings. Mike finally reached down and grabbed her panties, ripping them off of her with one sharp, quick motion.
With her legs spread wide, Anne was totally exposed to everyone's view. Perhaps it was this that excited Paula. Perhaps, too, it was Mike's obvious excitement. Paula squirmed her cunt against Howard's hand as he pressed it to her crotch.
"Take me," Anne begged softly, obviously seething with lust. "Please, take me any way you want to take me."
Mike stood back from her, and began to undress with careful control, taking his time and doing a meticulous job of it. "Watch me," he ordered Anne.
"Hurry," Anne pleaded. "Please hurry." The pearls around her throat only emphasized the fact that she was naked.
Mike continued to undress at the same unhurried pace. It seemed forever before he was nude, his hard cock standing out and pointing like a spear at Anne's stretched belly.
"Oh, God, it's so big," Anne moaned as she looked at the rampant organ aimed at her.
Mike stepped up to her and wrapped his hands around her waist, then stroked his fingers up over her tits with hard, bruising pressure. He dug his fingers into Anne's soft jugs until she cried out with pain.
"Take me," Anne whispered urgently, struggling against her bonds.
Mike chuckled evilly as he bent his legs to bring his cock below Anne's stretched gash. Reaching down he aimed his cock up into her defenseless snatch and straightened his legs just enough to wedge its mushroom tip into her cunt. Then he locked his fingers in Anne's long golden hair and forced her to accept a brutal, driving kiss. He kept the kiss going and going and going, never letting up the pressure on the roots of her hair. Then he slowly began to straighten his legs, shoving his cock up into her gaping cunt as if powered by a hydraulic ram.
Anne writhed against her bonds. Paula wasn't sure if Anne was trying to escape the ruthless cock punching its way into her guts, or to speed its progress. The big, hard shaft disappeared into the blonde's naked, defenseless hole one burning fraction of an inch at a time. Anne was up on her toes and the nylon ropes binding her ankles pulled tight and cut into her flesh. She wriggled like a fish hooked on a line, and another inch of Mike's cock disappeared inside her.
Paula was afraid to breathe as she watched what her husband was doing to Anne. The cock that was tearing into Anne was too familiar for Paula to ignore.. She knew how it felt to have that shaft rammed home into her own guts. She could feel every ridge and contour in her guts just the way Anne was feeling them. Releasing Howard Pendell's hard organ, Paula tore at her own clothes, glad she hadn't worn any underwear. In a few seconds she was naked, and turned on Howard with ravenous hunger. She pinned him on the couch, whipping one leg over and straddling him. Kneeling, she reached down and aimed his cock into her hot pussy.
Then she noticed the massive mirror behind the couch. For a frightening second she didn't recognize her own passion-twisted features, inches from her nose. She discovered she could watch everything that was happening in the room without turning her head. She dropped herself down on Howard's cock with sudden, brutal force, and moaned as his wonderful dong rammed into her swollen slit.
She watched in the mirror as Mike forced his cock into Anne, burying it to the hilt in her cunt. He broke the kiss he'd held for so long and used his grip in her hair to force her head back, so he could gloat over her lust-filled features. The expression in Anne's eyes was a mixture of helplessness, pain and pleasure as she met his eyes. Then she laughed at him, a deep, throaty, teasing laugh, to show him that he hadn't tamed her yet.
Mike drew his cock back and slammed it into Anne's guts so hard it jolted her off her toes. The shock tore brutally through her, and her expression of triumph dissolved to one of agony and lust.
Paula was squirming herself down on Howard's cock in a frantic search for her own orgasm. As she watched her husband raping Anne, she wished that she herself were hanging helplessly while a man took his pleasure with her in whatever fashion he chose. Instead, she had to content herself with her own wild motions as she screwed herself on Howard's staff. She felt him gripping her ass, then squeezing her buttocks, driving his fingers into the crack as she fucked herself on his stiff prick. When one of his fingers touched her asshole, she thought she was going to pass out with pleasure. Then he was working it into the tight ring of muscle, and she was blessed with an explosive wave of fiery, agonizing pleasure. She tried to open her ass to him as he worked his finger into her, prying her hole open.
"Oh, God, give me more," she pleaded softly in his ear as he worked his finger into her bowels. She felt as if she were shitting in reverse, growing more and more full. She squeezed her asshole around his fingers, and the friction of his skin burning through the tight ring of muscle increased her pleasure. She was roaring through a chaotic orgasm that bathed her in flames.
She clung desperately to Howard as she savored her climax to the last delicious drop. Then she slowly relaxed and opened her eyes. In the mirror she saw Mike, and was amazed that he was still driving his cock into Anne's helpless body. The blonde woman looked almost delirious, but Paula couldn't tell whether it was from pain or pleasure. Mike was slamming his cock into Anne with bone-cracking force, and she was jerking and swaying helplessly against the ropes suspending her in the doorway. Her hair flew around her face in a blonde cloud as she absorbed shock after shock.
Then Anne's lips were moving, and Paula tried to hear what she was saying. She was talking so softly, Paula had to strain in order to hear. When she heard what Anne was whispering, a shiver of excitement rattled her teeth.
"I'm coming," Anne was whispering, repeatedly, a little louder every time. Her voice grew louder and louder, but was still breathy. Then she was chanting with every blow of Mike's body against hers. "Coming, coming, coming, COMING, COMING!" Louder and louder and louder she chanted.
Her last sound was a wordless scream as her muscles convulsed. She threw her head back, and her eyes stared blindly at the ceiling. Mike drove against her steadily, lifting her off the floor, driving her against the nylons holding her wrists and ankles, grinding his body against hers.
For a second, Paula thought that Mike was coming, too, knowing how his muscles would lock as he fought to pump every drop of his come into her. Then she realized that he was studying Anne's face with a total lack of passion. He couldn't be climaxing.
For long, agonizing moments the couple in the doorway stayed frozen together as if they were a statue of lust. Then Anne's muscles relaxed and she collapsed weakly against her bonds. Her sigh as she relaxed was like a gust of fresh air through the room.
"Now it's my turn," Mike told her softly, but not kindly.
"No, please," Anne whimpered. "I can't."
"You don't have any choice," Mike chuckled cruelly. He began to move again, and this time he was concentrating totally on his own pleasure, aiming his cock into Anne to give it the greatest possible stimulation. Paula knew that angle, and her body burned at the memory. She suddenly realized that Howard was still as big and hard as ever in her own cunt, and that he hadn't come yet, either.
"You haven't come yet, have you?" she asked him, gloating.
"Nope," he acknowledged happily.
"You will," she informed him confidently, lifting herself off him slowly, then dropping back to spike his cock into her with wonderful, controlled speed. It burned against the walls of her snatch like hot steel. She tightened the muscles of her cunt around that wonderful mass and lifted and dropped again-and again. She started slowly, then gradually built up speed. She shifted around slightly, so that every time his cock slid into her quim at a slightly different angle. She worked his cock like a lever in her, the opening of her melting cunt pushing the head of his cock in a different direction every time she jammed down on him.
In the mirror, Paula could see that Mike was using Anne's body for the same purpose, and knew just how much he liked that. Anne seemed to be riding along with him, trying to absorb his relentless blows, and building slowly toward a new climax of her own.
Paula was rising to a second climax as she lifted Howard closer and closer to his. His finger was buried in her asshole again, and she felt wonderfully full back there.
"Tell me," she gasped. "Tell me when."
"Close, it's so close," he answered huskily. "It's close. Oh yes, oh my yes, I'm going to come. I'm going to come. I'm coming, I'm coming, COMING, COMING!"
Paula felt his prick swelling inside her as he panted harshly in her ear, and she screwed herself down on him with wild desperation as she felt her own orgasm overtaking her. She ground herself down on him as hard as she could, mashing her clit between them and squeezing her cunt around his cock as he sprayed hot semen straight up into her spasming hole. She fought to milk every drop of come from him, savoring the powerful pulses of his cock in her cunt as he pumped away. She was boiling along just below her own wonderful peak as she clung to him. Then she felt her pleasure begin to fade, and knew that she wouldn't make it. She held onto him as waves of disappointment washed through her, sluicing away her lingering lust.
Lifting her head, she stared into the mirror at her husband. He was braced, his cock jammed as deeply as possible into Anne. Thick drops of semen oozed from around his cock and dropped to the floor as his climax slowly faded away, leaving him limp and exhausted.
For what felt like a very long time, Paula was content to stay in Howard's lap, fighting to regain her breath. She felt him slowly dying away inside her until his prick was a pale shadow of its former glory. She tightened her cunt around it, but all she succeeded in doing was driving it the rest of the way out of her overflowing channel. His finger was still buried in her asshole. He wriggled his hand and worked his finger out, her anus closing sharply behind it. She was left feeling empty and alone.
"Please, honey?" Edie said from across the room, catching Paula's attention.
"I can't, sweetheart, really I can't," Don told her.
Paula eyed Don's and Edie's reflections in the mirror, suddenly reminded of their presence. She'd been so occupied with what Mike had been doing to Anne, and with her own pleasure, she'd forgotten the other couple completely.
"Why can't you?" Edie wailed miserably. She was nude, her lean, pale body gleaming in the soft, flickering light from the fire as she lay beside Don. Propped up on one elbow, she was fondling Don's limp cock.
Don was flat on his back, obviously exhausted. "Men just aren't built that way," he explained patiently. "Can't come all the time, the way you women can."
"Can't you even make it hard?" Edie asked.
Don shook his head, rolling it back and forth on the floor. "No such thing as voluntary control. If it won't stand up by itself, there's not a thing I can do about it."
"But I'm still horny," Edie moaned.
Paula suddenly realized that she, too, was still horny. She hadn't made it to the peak the last time, and that hurt.
"What about you, Mike?" Edie asked.
Mike had managed, with his last reserves of strength, to unfasten Anne and help her to a chair. Then he'd collapsed. "Not a chance," he sighed.
"None?" Edie wailed.
"None."
"Before you ask, forget it," Howard warned Edie. "I've had it, too."
"Has he, Paula?" Edie asked, not believing him.
"He has," Paula confirmed mournfully.
"What can I do?" Edie moaned, wandering around the room disconsolately, scuffing her bare feet through the thick carpet. "I can't do myself, right here."
"Why not?" Don asked. "I've always wanted to see you do it."
"Don! Don't joke. I'm desperate!" Edie protested.
Paula gathered her strength and climbed off Howard, giving his exhausted prick a brief, affectionate pat. "Let's have a drink, Edie." An idea was burning deep inside Paula, but she knew she didn't yet have the courage to try it. She also knew that Edie would take some loosening up. She deliberately fixed two wickedly strong drinks and handed one to Edie.
"Down the hatch," she urged, and suited action to word by gulping her own drink as fast as she could. The fourth swallow threatened to bounce, as the first three sent a shock wave boiling through her. Blinking back tears, she forced the rest of the drink down and set the glass aside. The alcohol sizzled through her veins like a series of low-grade earthquakes. In seconds, her idea evolved from impossible to necessary to unavoidable. Paula was seething with desire again.
Edie was holding her glass and staring at Paula wonderingly. "Drink it down," Paula urged.
Edie made a face, and looked at her glass. But something made her raise the drink to her mouth and started to gulp it down. She coughed and choked, spraying Paula with a fine mist of liquor, then managed to get the rest of it into her. Her eyes watering, Edie set her glass aside and wiped her chin with the back of one hand.
"Edie?" Paula asked, her voice soft but persuasive.
Edie looked at her like a frightened rabbit. Edie knew what Paula was driving at, and Paula knew that she knew. Edie shivered, and the tight little bumps of her nipples hardened visibly. She crossed her arms and cuddled herself as if she were suddenly cold.
Paula felt wildly loose, uninhibited and hot. She didn't know if any of the others were watching or not. The only thing that mattered was Edie. She was thinking about how Edie's naked body had felt, pressed against hers, hot, soft, smooth and desirable. Boiling with her own unsatisfied lust, Paula sighted in on the slender, almost boyish girl as the only source of release available. At the same time, Paula knew that she could give Edie all the release the little girl craved. Paula stepped closer to Edie and touched the girl's chin with tender fingers, then tipped her head back.
"Paula?" Edie asked, frightened.
Paula wanted to say something to reassure her. But she didn't dare speak. She looked down into Edie's worried brown eyes, and saw all the pent-up passion lurking there. As gently as a butterfly, Paula lowered her mouth to Edie's. Edie's lips felt hot and dry against hers as they touched, and an electric current seemed to flow between them. Paula felt Edie's muscles ease and relax, felt Edie drop her arms from between them, felt Edie slide her hands hesitantly up her arms.
As if she were handling fragile china, Paula touched Edie, slid her hands over the girl's naked skin, drew her in close. She felt Edie's breasts touch hers, and her throat knotted with excitement and lust. Edie felt so soft, so wonderful. The hardest thing about Edie was her nipples, hard little knots that dug into Paula's soft breasts. Paula felt her own nipples drilling into Edie's shy mounds. Edie was warming rapidly.
Mentally, Paula was comparing Edie with the feel of the men she'd had. Where the men had been hard, Edie was soft-as slender as she was, she was soft. Where the men had been rough, Edie was smooth. Edie was smooth all over, hairless where men were hairy. Edie's thighs were smooth as silk.
Twining against each other, the two women delved deeper and deeper into a passion that neither of them had dreamed existed. Their mouths opened, their tongues tasted. They breathed each other's feminine perfume. They savored all that was different between them, and all that was the same. Soft breasts pressed against soft breasts, passion-hardened nipples digging into tender mounds. Soft, feminine arms twining around each other, they sank slowly to the carpet as they broke the kiss.
Paula let Edie nestle her head against her shoulder and slid one exploratory hand over one of Edie's little titties. "You're soft," she said wonderingly. Tenderly, Paula petted Edie's breast, fascinated by the hard little nipple on the little mound.
Edie was following Paula's lead, and cupped one of Paula's larger breasts, her thumb brushing over the nipple. "So are you," she whispered. They kissed again, and this time there was more sureness, more passion in it. They ground their mouths together, their tongues dueling and fighting for supremacy. Paula won, and drove Edie's tongue back and licked the roof of the girl's mouth, the back of her teeth. Edie welcomed the intrusion by sucking, drawing as much of Paula's tongue into her mouth as she could.
Bolder now, Paula stroked Edie's little tits, rolling her nipples in her fingers. She could feel Edie jerking and trembling, and knew what Edie was feeling. She knew because she, too, was a woman. When Edie thumbed Paula's nipples, Paula knew that she was experiencing the same pleasure she was giving Edie. The knowledge was wild, insane and wonderful all at once.
Snuggling together, the two women reveled in the discovery of each other's wonderfully soft, feminine bodies. Paula's curly brown hair brushed against Edie's pale, slender shoulder, while Edie's feathery black hair rubbed her cheek. Paula nibbled Edie's shell-like ear, and felt Edie gasp when her breast shifted and pressed against her hand. Edie's sharp white teeth nipped Paula's shoulder, and Paula felt her own body shake with excitement. Slowly, their muscles relaxed and they lay on their sides on the soft carpet, the fire warming their naked bodies.
Leaning back, Paula could see the length of Edie's graceful, lean body, admire the spare curves, the shadows and hollows, the gentle rounding of Edie's belly and the jet blackness of the pubic hair shielding her slit. She looked breathtakingly pale, like alabaster. Her ribs were visible under her skin she was so slender, and Paula stroked her fingers along the shadowy ripples. Edie's stomach trembled and she dug her fingers into Paula's side.
Edie's nipples were dark, hard knots begging for attention. Paula's mouth was watering as she stared at them. She lowered her head, her mouth seeking the little buds. She flicked her tongue over one of Edie's nipples, and felt the girl jerk in response. Pursing her lips, Paula kissed the nipple, then sucked on it tenderly. Opening her mouth wider, she sucked more of Edie's small breast in, while bathing the nipple with her tongue. Paula felt Edie's breathing quicken and become irregular. At the same time, Edie's hand tightened on Paula's breast until it almost hurt. Then, helplessly, Edie let go and rolled over on her back to sprawl out on the carpet.
Paula hesitated, looked at her friend.
"Don't stop," Edie whispered, not opening her eyes. "Please, don't stop."
Encouraged, Paula bent her head and suckled on one of Edie's breasts, then the other. Edie tangled her fingers in Paula's curly hair, then began stroking her neck and back. Out of the corner of her eye, Paula could see the black triangle of Edie's sex, could see Edie rubbing her slender, pale white thighs together as her excitement built. Hesitantly, Paula slid one hand down Edie's belly toward that dark patch. Edie shook, her fingers knotting in Paula's hair. But she made no move to stop Paula's hand.
Like a frightened animal, Paula's hand crept into Edie's pubic hair. Edie spread her thighs, opening herself for Paula's exploration. Paula slid her fingers down and down, finding the same slit there that she herself had between her thighs. Carefully, Paula cupped Edie's sex, feeling the hot softness of the tissues under her fingers, the curving arch of Edie's pubic bone under her palm. Paula pressed her whole hand down on Edie's cunt, and felt Edie respond by pushing her hips upward. Edie's pussy felt hot and sticky, and Paula realized that it was juices from Edie's fucking with Don. The knowledge was one more pin to stimulate Paula's growing lust.
Paula had to have something at her own pussy. Hesitantly, she released Edie's cunt, and felt the girl's disappointment. Paula sought one of Edie's hands, loosened it from her hair and guided it to her own eager pussy. Edie's touch was frightened and shy, but it also felt searingly hot. Paula spread her thighs, pressed Edie's fingers into her swollen cunt, then clamped her thighs down to trap the little hand. Then she worked her own hand back into Edie's wet crotch. This time she slid one finger between the lips, and pressed it into Edie's cunt.
The other girl's channel felt scalding hot, and sticky and slimy with juices. Paula drove her finger deeper into Edie, and felt the girl's hips surge upward. At the same time, Edie slid her finger into Paula's hole, and Paula thought she was going to die from pleasure. Mike often finger-fucked her, but somehow this was much more exciting, even though Edie's finger was a lot smaller than Mike's. Paula spread her thighs wide and let Edie take total possession of her watering pussy. She looked down to where her finger was buried in Edie's girlish pussy, then to where Edie's finger was buried in her own hot hole.
Paula suddenly felt wildly excited, though nowhere near an orgasm. This excitement was something else. Maybe it was the thrill of discovery. It didn't matter. She looked around the room and saw that she and Edie were the center of attention. Even Anne, who was still nursing her wrists and ankles, was staring at them. Theatrically, Paula withdrew her dripping finger from Edie's slippery cunt and licked the juices off slowly.
"Taste me," she whispered to Edie.
Edie was frowning up at her, irritated at having the finger withdrawn from her hungry cunt. "What?"
Paula showed Edie what she meant by dipping her finger in Edie's cunt and licking it off again.
Edie looked dubious, but withdrew her finger from Paula. Hesitantly, she licked it, her face indicating she expected something .unpleasant. Then her face cleared and she smiled. She stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.
Paula stopped Edie before she could slip her finger in her pussy again. "I've got another idea," she said, shifting around on the floor. Paula was aware of the eyes on her as she moved around Edie, turning to bring her head toward Edie's crotch. Bending and leaning over, Paula slowly lowered her face toward Edie's pussy, her eyes riveted on the black, curling hair and the gleaming pink tissues. A wild animal odor assaulted Paula's senses, attracting her even more. Her mouth watering with a wild appetite, Paula lowered her face to Edie's bush and wedged her tongue deep into the girl's hot slit.
It tasted just as wonderful and exciting as she thought it would. Driven by a wild desire for more, she jammed her tongue deep into Edie's cunt, shifting around to get the best possible angle of attack. Her knee bumped against something, and Paula pulled her head back to glance up along the length of Edie's supine body. Paula found that her knee was against the side of Edie's head. Carefully she lifted it and straddled Edie, returning her face to Edie's musky cunt as soon as she could, unwilling to sacrifice a moment of the taste and lust she was finding there.
When Edie's hands closed around her butt-cheeks, Paula thought perhaps the girl was going to do the same thing that Howard had. Instead, Edie was pulling her hips lower and lower. Paula let her hips drop, still eating happily at Edie's juicy cunt.
The touch of Edie's mouth against her cunt set off rockets of passion in Paula, making her drive her own mouth down on Edie even harder. Ramming her tongue deep into Edie's snatch, Paula lowered her hips and felt the girl's chin grind against her clitoris. The explosion of pleasure almost lifted Paula to the peak of an orgasm. She dug her chin into Edie's clit, and was rewarded with a flow of juices that almost drowned her, as Edie's hips jammed upward in response.
Head to crotch, the two women tangled in the center of the floor were oblivious to the people watching them. Hands gripping each other's buttocks and thighs, they drove each other crazy with their mouths.
Paula was nearly delirious with pleasure, boiling and seething, her body betraying her with its convulsions. She was coming and coming and coming, and knew she was drowning Edie with the flood of juices pouring out of her cunt. But she couldn't pull away from Edie. Paula was driving her own mouth into Edie's gushing pussy, and Edie's slender body was convulsing under her as climax after climax ripped through her, knotting her muscles. Edie's slender thighs clamped around Paula's head like a vise, trapping her there until Paula was afraid she was going to suffocate.
All at once it was over. Edie's body went from spasmodic to totally limp. Paula's own orgasm was passing its peak, its plateau leaving her quivering with exhaustion. Paula was dimly aware of Edie fighting to free her face from her lax pussy, and struggled with her last reserves of strength to help. Finally, she managed to lift her leg and tumble away. Sprawling on her back, Paula let blackness sweep over her as she fought for breath and sanity.
VII
Paula was drifting in a soft, warm, gray cloud of semi-sleep, feeling sated and wonderful. Her body was totally relaxed, tired with the delicious exhaustion that comes from healthy exercise. Vague, peaceful dreams floated through her mind. She heard the burning logs shift and settle in the grate. There was something warm and furry pressing against one foot and she dug her toe into it, wondering idly what it was. She debated lifting her head to see, but didn't, not wanting to disturb her peace. Wriggling her toes in the warm fuzz, she decided it was the side of the huge sheepdog as he snoozed in front of the fire. She let herself doze off again.
When somebody mentioned drinks, Paula woke up. Groggily, she pushed herself to a sitting position and looked around. Everything looked strangely clear and sharp. Feeling relaxed and incredibly alive, she accepted her drink and sipped it gratefully. She hadn't realized how dry her mouth was. The Scotch and soda cut the fuzz from her throat as the liquor formed a soft ball of warmth in the pit of her stomach.
She sipped the drink, savoring it. Don and Anne had wound up on the couch. He was slowly fucking her, his hips moving easily as he slid his cock in and out of her juicy cunt. They were talking softly as they screwed, and Paula wondered idly what they were saying. Don chuckled at something Anne said and changed the angle of his thrusts. Her face twisted sharply with lust, then relaxed again as she smiled at him.
"Hi," Mike said as he settled on the carpet next to Paula.
"Hi." Paula couldn't help but notice that his cock was half-erect. Leaning on one elbow, she reached over and fondled it, stirring it to greater life. "You ready to go again?" she asked.
Mike looked down at himself. "Not really," he admitted. "How about you?"
Paula shook her head. "Uh-uh." She let go of his organ and took another sip of her drink. "I'm exhausted right now."
"You mean, you aren't finished fucking for the night?"
Paula shook her head again. "Are you kidding? Besides, I'm not sure I want you right now."
Mike looked a little offended. "I like that!"
"Oh, silly, it's not you. It's just that there are other men available right now. Don, for example. You I can ball anytime."
Don was still screwing Anne in a leisurely fashion. As he drew back, the gleaming length of his cock slid into view. Then he drove forward, and it slid back into the blonde's pussy. Her rounded thighs were glistening with juices. Her eyes were closed as she savored the slow, steady drive of Don's shaft into her cunt. Her mouth was half-open with passion as she lay on her back. She was stroking Don's back tenderly.
"Don's busy right now," Mike pointed out. Evidently he was stimulated by watching the couple on the couch, as his cock was hardening quickly.
"I'm still not interested in you," Paula told him. "Bitch!" Mike snorted. "I'll have someone else, then."
"Go ahead."
Mike turned to Edie, who was still sprawled wantonly on the floor. "What about you? You ready for some action?"
Edie giggled. "I'm always ready for some action."
Mike surveyed Edie's lean body. "I wish I were," he sighed at last.
Paula looked at her husband and stifled a laugh. His desire had been transient. Now his prick was as limp as a noodle.
"I'll get you turned on again," Edie said softly.
Mike shook his head and sighed. "Lots of luck."
"You're not going to get off that easy," Edie told him. She rolled over to face him. On her stomach, she wormed her way between his spread thighs. Propping herself up on her elbows, she fondled his limp organ with her fingers. "It's not doing anything," she observed forlornly.
Paula sat beside her husband, watching Edie trying to get him going again. She felt strangely unmoved by the scene.
Edie was getting frustrated at the total lack of response from Mike's cock. She herself was obviously interested. Her nipples were hard, and she squirmed to burn them across the nap of the rug.
"Maybe some of the same stimulation we gave each other will work on him," Paula suggested.
"Huh?" Edie asked, looking up at Paula.
"Suck his cock," Paula explained.
"Oh." Edie looked dubiously at Mike's limp prick. She licked her lips nervously. Then, looking a bit desperate, she slowly lowered her mouth to his cock, holding its head up as she did so. Hesitantly, she touched its pink head with the tip of her tongue. When it twitched, she was so surprised she almost dropped it.
"Interesting," Paula commented.
Edie didn't say anything, but licked the pink cap of Mike's prick again, then seemed to savor the flavor of it. "Tastes good," she announced, continuing to lick the slowly growing organ. "It looks sort of like a popsicle," she giggled between licks. "Remember how you could take half a twin-pop in your mouth?"
"Just be careful with your teeth," Mike warned, his voice unsteady.
"I will be," Edie assured him. Pursing her lips, she dipped her head, engulfed his cock with her mouth, then drew her head back slowly, leaving the shaft wet with her spit. The organ's response was astounding. It leaped upward.
"Wow," Edie breathed softly.
"What's happening?" Howard Pendell asked, settling beside Paula.
"Edie's trying to get my husband back into action."
"I'm gonna do it, too," Edie boasted between slurps.
"She just might at that," Mike gasped, his voice shaking violently as Edie's head bobbed up and down in his lap. He was leaning back on his elbows and looking down at her as she sucked his growing cock.
"Looks like fun," Howard observed. "I've tried to get Anne to do it, but she never has."
Paula felt a surge of curiosity, along with a surprising revival of sexual excitement. "Want me to?"
Howard shook his head. "Not right now. Let's see what happens with these two."
Edie paused for a second. "I'm kind of enjoying being watched at this."
"You're fun to watch, too," Howard responded as Edie went back to sucking Mike's dong.
"Oh, man, does that feel good," Mike sighed. He tipped his head back, his eyes closing as he savored the feeling.
Mike looked down at Edie. "If you don't do something, I'm going to fold up shop again."
"Oooops," Edie squeaked, quickly leaning down and sucking his cock back to life again. A few strokes of her head had him stiff as ever. "But I'm getting horny, and this doesn't do anything for me," she complained again.
"He looks to me like he's ready for a good fuck," Paula observed.
"Wonderful," Edie squealed happily, scrambling to her knees. She dove forward and knocked Mike flat on his back. She straddled his supine figure, reached down, lifted his cock and pointed it into the heart of her crack.
Paula had a magnificent view of Mike's cock jamming into Edie's pussy as she lowered herself on him. She wriggled herself down on his solid shaft with total abandon. Mike reached up to pinch and torture her little nipples as she bounced happily on him, his cock pistoning in and out of her gash.
"Interesting," Howard commented. "Never had a chance to see it like this before."
"Fascinating," Paula admitted, trying to match Howard's academic tone of voice as she watched her husband being fucked. "I've never had a chance to watch it close up like this."
"Tends to give me ideas," Howard noted.
"Me, too," Paula admitted. "But let's not rush it."
"No rush," the stocky man agreed. He moved and slid his arm around and under Paula to cup one of her tits. They were lying on their stomachs, side by side, their faces only inches from the action.
Paula was fascinated by the way Mike's cock appeared and disappeared from Edie's cunt. Edie would lift, exposing several glistening inches of the shaft. Then she'd drop back down, and Mike's prick would vanish into her as if by magic. Her black pubic hair concealed the actual opening into her body, which added to the mystery.
Beginning to feel more excited herself, Paula squirmed her stomach and hips against the lush carpet, trying to stimulate herself on the thick pile.
"Getting impatient?" Howard asked.
"A little," Paula confessed. "But let's let it wait awhile. I like to be frustrated."
"Makes the final resolution all the more satisfying, doesn't it?" Howard replied, reading her mind.
"Exactly." Paula watched, fascinated, as Edie continued to screw herself. The lithe girl was starting to pant slightly from the exertion, but she was still upright, resting her hands easily on Mike's chest as she lifted and dropped on his marvelous organ. Her shy titties were so small they hardly quivered as she came down on him. Mike was watching her face as he reached up to pluck at her puckered nipples. Every once in a while he'd stroke his hands down along her slender torso.
Paula looked at Edie's face, trying to fathom what the girl was thinking and feeling. Her face was almost expressionless, showing only a hint of concentration. From time to time she would lick her lips, leaving them shining and moist. Her eyes were half-closed, glittering through her long, dark lashes as she cocked her head slightly. Her jet-black hair swished with every move as she pistoned up and down.
"Aren't you . . . close ... to coming . . . yet?" Edie panted., "Not by miles," Mike answered easily.
"Phew, I'm doing... all the work," Edie observed, stopping and leaning forward.
"Are you okay?" Mike asked.
"Yes, but I'm winded," Edie wheezed, gradually recovering her breath. She was leaning forward now, hands on Mike's shoulders, pinning him to the floor.
"Not going to stop, are you?" Mike asked, worried.
"Uh-uh," Edie answered. "Just need a breather."
Out of the corner of her eye, Paula saw some movement and turned her head. She heard Howard's soft intake of breath and hoped he wasn't going to say anything. The big sheepdog had finished his nap and was stretching languidly, casting a curious glance at Edie and Mike. Pulling himself out to stretch his hind legs, he shook, then sniffed the air curiously.
Howard put one hand on Paula's shoulder to caution her to keep quiet, but it wasn't necessary. Paula watched with both curiosity and excitement as the dog sniffed Edie's tight little ass right where it was glued to Mike's hips.
"Hey, what the hell's going on?" Mike exclaimed when he felt the dog's thick fur tickle his thighs.
"Yeek!" Edie squealed, turning her head to see what was going on behind her.
Edie didn't move, apparently paralyzed with shock. The sheepdog was sniffing her ass, and actually digging his nose into the crack there.
"Oh, my goodness," Edie squealed.
"Don't move," Howard cautioned. "That's the only time he bites." Paula was sure Howard was lying.
"Now you tell me," Edie wailed, but obeyed Howard's instructions.
The dog ignored everyone but Edie and Mike, and dug his nose into the intersection of their bodies and snuffled loudly. Then his tongue whipped out and up the seam of Edie's ass.
"Holy cow!" Edie gasped, her fingers tightening on Mike's shoulders.
The dog licked her again, and she nearly lurched off Mike before she remembered Howard's warning. She hung on desperately as the dog licked and licked her ass.
Paula herself was shaking as she watched the dog's thorough exploration of Edie's backside. She had been imagining what Edie was feeling fucking Mike, and now she imagined what the girl was feeling as the dog's tongue rasped through the sensitive valley between her asscheeks.
Edie was squirming her ass around, wriggling and stirring on Mike's cock as the dog licked and licked at her hungrily. He snuffled and slurped audibly as he savored the old come spread between the cheeks of her ass.
"Always thought that dog was a sex maniac," Howard noted calmly.
"He's crazy," Edie gasped, beginning to screw herself on Mike again, in spite of the dog's continued attention to her ass. "So am I," the black-haired girl went on breathlessly. "Oh, wow!"
Paula was squirming hungrily as she watched Edie and Mike fucking, and the dog licking Edie's ass. From time to time the dog would lick when Edie was up off of Mike, and the long pink tongue would stroke the underside of Mike's cock. Every time that happened, the muscles in Mike's thighs jumped wildly.
Edie was moving faster and faster, her feathery hair flying wildly. Her nipples were bouncing with the vigor of her jouncing, jiggling with every impact. She was leaning forward, and her face was twisted with lust as she pounded down. Mike was gripping her waist tightly, his fingers digging into her and guiding her moves.
Paula was getting more and more excited. Awkwardly, she grabbed Howard's hand and moved it from her tit to her ass. Somehow she managed to guide his fingers between the cheeks of her ass, then under to reach her steaming quim. Once they were there, he knew what to do. He jammed them into her juicy pussy. She lifted her hips slightly to give him better access, then dropped her hips down on his fingers when he invaded her further, trapping him there and stimulating herself at the same time.
"I'm coming, coming, COMING!" Edie wailed, grinding her pelvis down on Mike's, throwing her head back wildly. For long, tense moments the cords in her neck stood out as her muscles tightened and convulsed with her climax. Then she fell forward on Mike as her muscles gave out.
Paula herself was boiling along just below her own peak, but knew she wasn't going to reach it without something more than just Howard's fingers in her hot pussy. She struggled awkwardly and managed to get to her knees.
"I'm not done yet," Mike protested from under Edie.
"Do anything you want," Edie whispered weakly. "Anything at all."
Mike managed somehow to kick the dog away and roll over to get Edie on the bottom. In control now, he went at Edie vigorously, slamming his cock into her with powerful thrusts of his hips. Curious at the changed position, the dog sniffed Mike's wildly working butt, but didn't seem interested. Instead, he sat down and began to lick himself. "Fuck me," Paula said to Howard. "Fuck me the way a dog does."
Howard got around behind her as she knelt on the carpet. Reaching back, Paula guided his cock into her steaming cunt and let him drive forward into her with a single thrust of his hips. He jammed her full of his organ, then reached around under her, one hand going for her sagging breasts, the other digging into her pussy from the front, torturing her clit. Paula soared upward to a delicious level. � Howard began to fuck her, sliding his cock in and out from behind while he lifted and squashed her tits as they hung down from her chest. He managed to squeeze a finger into her cunt along with his cock. Paula hadn't believed it was possible to feel so full. The combination of his finger, plus his cock, was stretching her open and driving her insane with pleasure. She was soaring up to a wild climax and dropped her head to her forearms to brace herself against his powerful drives.
Paula came all at once, a wild, explosive climax that left her shaking and torn. And Howard was still slamming his cock into her, harder and harder and harder. He pulped her clitoris with his fingers, and Paula thought she was going to die with pleasure. She could feel his balls swinging against her with every drive of his hips, and she could hear the impact of their bodies, a slapping sound. She began to come again, and this time she didn't stop coming, but roared along at one delirious peak for what she thought was going to be forever. Nothing existed for her but that wonderful, all-encompassing pleasure roaring through her body like boiling lava.
It was a few dazed seconds before Paula realized that Howard had withdrawn his cock from her cunt. Her climax started to fade and Paula fought to regain her senses and understand what had happened to her. Then pleasure slammed through her like a bomb blast when something touched the tight bud of her asshole. She felt something hot and hard digging at the ring of muscle, and rational thought was vaporized again.
"Ah, oh God, yes," she groaned as something was driven at her ass again, prying the ring of her asshole open a fraction of an inch. She fought to open her ass to whatever it was that was fighting for admittance. She knew in the back of her mind that it was Howard's wonderful, hard, huge cock that was spiking its way into her butt. She tried to crap, and felt her ass open to him a little more, felt him gain another fraction of an inch up into her rectum. Then he was bearing down on her ruthlessly, gripping her hips with unyielding fingers as he drove his shaft into her.
The pleasure was unbelievable. It was mingled with a pain that only increased the magnificence of the entire experience. Paula felt her asshole being stretched open bit by agonizing bit, felt Howard's prick driving deeper and deeper into her bowels.
The ring of muscle snapped into the groove behind the head of Howard's cock, and Paula thought she was dying. She wriggled her hips and felt Howard's cock drill a little deeper into her. She pushed against his steady thru?'.., and his cock slid deeper. She was feeling more and more bloated as he drove his prick up her butt. The friction where her sphincter muscle met his shaft felt like fire. His cock burrowed its way into her body through the torturously small opening, and Paula thought she was going to be split wide open by his massive tool.
She couldn't have cared less. She wanted every glorious inch of his spear in her, even if it was the last thing she did. She squirmed her hips and pressed back as he drove on into her until his hips slammed against hers.
He didn't bother to pause, or ask her if she was all right. Instead, he steadied her with his hands, drew his cock out a few inches and raped it back into her with a powerful drive of his hips.
Paula nearly fainted from pleasure. Her ass was aching and full and burning and blazing with lust all at the same time. He pistoned his cock in and out of her rectum, and with every drive of his hips she felt a searing blast of lust. She was roaring along at a powerful, never-ending climax that dissolved everything but where his body entered hers so brutally. There was one single supernova of pleasure in the entire universe, and it was centered right in her ass. The nova pulsed and flared with every quickening drive of his hips, faster and faster and harder and harder, until Paula thought she was going to die. And just before she did, she felt him slam his body against hers one last powerful time, and then his cock was twitching in her rectum, and she felt him spraying his semen deep into her intestines, giving her an enema with his come.
The room spinning wildly around her, Paula fell forward on her face and felt Howard's cock slide from her ass, and burn through the stretched ring of her anus. Her cheek slammed against the floor and she spread her arms and dug her fingers into the carpet in an attempt to steady the room.
It might have been minutes or hours that she lay there on her face, fighting for composure. The carpet felt scratchy against her nipples and thighs. She rubbed her cheek against the deep pile, using it to wipe away the tears that were staining her cheeks. The only sound in the room was someone panting. Paula tried to lift her head to see what was happening, but the strain was too great. She didn't think she'd ever need another orgasm in her entire life.
Someone started crooning, and Paula managed to level her head around to look. Anne was lying on her side on the floor, stroking the elegant Siamese cat as it snuggled in the curve of her body. The lush blonde was crooning to the animal as it lay there, eyes half-closed, relishing having its back stroked.
"Nice kitty," Anne murmured. "You feel so soft."
Paula was regaining her strength and rolled to her side to watch Anne and the cat. Her bottom felt sore.
Anne petted the cat gently, then scratched its graceful head. The cat responded by stroking its cheek against Anne's soft breast. The nipple reacted to the silky contact by hardening slowly. The cat seemed to enjoy pressing its cheek against the little nubbin and began to purr as it brushed Anne's breast repeatedly.
"Oh, that feels good," Anne sighed, trying to encourage the cat. She stopped petting it and savored the gentle touch of the animal's furry body against hers.
The sheepdog caught sight of what was going on, and seemed miffed at the attention the cat was getting. Shambling over, the big, shaggy beast butted Anne with his head until she gave in and began scratching him. The cat had firm possession of Anne near her breasts, so the dog nuzzled her belly and finally sidled up against her tummy and thighs. Then the smell of Anne's sex evidently drifted up to his sensitive nose, and he turned to investigate.
"That's not nice," Anne said softly, trying to push him away.
The dog wasn't about to be dissuaded. Instead, he got up and nudged Anne's restraining hand aside, pushing his nose into the intersection of her thighs.
"Stop that!" Anne gasped, pushing unsuccessfully against the huge beast.
Paula watched, curious to see how far things would go. She felt a little knot of excitement building in her crotch. After the buggering she received from Howard, she didn't see how she could possibly feel anything. But the sight of the dog with Anne was building an undeniable knot of desire deep in Paula's guts. She remembered how the dog had licked Edie's tight little ass, and felt a wild wave of excitement wash through her.
Anne seemed more and more concerned about the dog's continued interest in her. She was holding him off desperately now, but he refused to give up, and continued to press his head into the intersection of her thighs. Anne held him off with a vigor bordering on panic. "Winny, go away! You've never done anything like this before in your life." Anne was holding the big beast at bay with one hand as she scrambled to her feet. "Go away, you beast!"
Winny looked puzzled, backed away from his mistress, cocked his head and looked up at her.
"Go play with yourself!" the naked woman ordered, shaking a finger at him.
Winny whimpered and shifted his feet restlessly.
Paula was feeling new strength course through her veins, and wild desires build in her loins as she lay on the floor. "Here, Winny," she whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear her. If it looked as if it happened by accident, maybe she could get away with it.
Winny turned his head in Paula's direction as Anne walked away from him.
Paula cast a quick glance around the room. Mike and Edie were tangled together, apparently asleep. Don was snoring softly on the couch. Howard was nowhere in sight, and Anne was just leaving the room.
"Here, Winny," Paula repeated, making soft kissing noises.
His curiosity aroused, the big dog shambled over to her.
Feeling half-mad with lustful excitement, Paula rolled over on her back and spread her legs. "Down here, Winny," she urged, pointing to her open pussy.
Winny seemed to grin through the thick tangle of fur hiding his face. With an eagerness that was almost comical, he ran between Paula's widespread legs and sniffed her musky cunt curiously. Evidently he liked what he smelled. His tongue licked out and Paula jerked as if an electric wire had touched her. His hot tongue felt like scorching sandpaper as it slashed through her pink labia.
Encouraged by the taste and Paula's blatant display of herself, Winny licked at her again, prying his tongue deeper into her pussy this time.
Sprawling on her back, Paula closed her eyes and held onto the carpet for dear life as Winny's tongue seared through her again. Something soft brushed her cheek, and Paula opened her eyes to see the tawny side of the cat pressing against her. The animal strolled past her face first one way, then the other, rubbing against her cheek as if she were a post or someone's leg. The startling silky softness of the cat's fur was a wild counterpoint to the rough rasping of Winny's tongue.
"WINNY! What are you doing?" Anne exploded suddenly, her voice tearing into Paula's concentration on her delicious pleasure.
"No," Paula croaked. "Don't stop him now. It's too late."
"What?"
"Please don't stop him," Paula gasped through the waves of lust that seared through her with every stroke of the dog's tongue.
"But..." Anne gaped down at Paula, plainly shocked by what Paula had said. "You're mad!"
"Maybe," Paula gasped, shuddering as Winny's tongue blazed through her again. Every touch of the dog's rough tongue left Paula feeling as if she were being slowly sawed half, lengthwise, from the cunt up. She was relieved when Anne stopped pulling on Winny's thick fur and moved away. Grabbing the cat, Paula set it on her chest between her tits and cuddled it to her as Winny licked and licked her gasping pussy.
Paula was afire from head to toe with unbridled animal lust. Winny licked and licked her swollen cunt. The cat was a warm, soft purring mass on her chest, pressing against the masses of her tits as she scratched it absently. The cat stretched in her grasp and needle claws raked her skin, adding one more wild dimension to her incredible pleasure.
Paula's thighs were spread as wide as possible as the dog probed deeper and deeper into her with his long, skillful tongue, seeking the treasure that might be buried in her drooling hole. His breath steamed against her pussy, burning her clitoris with its heat. Then his cold nose touched her there, and the contrast was enough to make her cry out softly, oblivious of the attention she might attract. She felt the dog's thick fur brush against the insides of her thighs, and nearly went insane with lust. Jamming her hips up into Winny's muzzle, she bounced her ass on the carpet. She had to see what Winny was doing, and twisted her head to look down past the cat. She could see Winny's massive head. His muzzle was buried in her hairy crotch. His pink tongue glashed through his thick fur and her own pubic hair as he drove it into her hot cunt.
Farther down, deep under the dog's bulky, shaggy body, there was a long, pink shaft. Paula gulped when she realized it was the dog's cock. She felt a wanton desire to have that foreign object stuffed in her body. She wanted, that hot pink rod desperately, but was afraid to move, because if she did, she might end what the big dog was already doing to her.
Winny began to hump and hunch his hindquarters meaningfully, and Paula knew she had to have him. Pushing the cat aside roughly, she fought out from under the huge dog, struggling to turn over. She knew she had to get to her knees for the big dog to have her. Blind, oblivious to anything else, Paula fought her insane battle and somehow managed to get turned over and get her knees under her. She got her ass up in the air and turned to look at Winny. For a second she was terrified that he wouldn't understand, or would ignore her wild offer. He looked at her curiously for a second that seemed to last forever. Then he probed his nose into Paula's cunt from behind and Paula wept from the combination of terror and pleasure that was ripping through her body.
Winny withdrew his head, and Paula froze, afraid he'd lost interest. She was afraid to look back to see what was happening. Then Winny's forepaws came down on her back, almost hammering her into the carpet as he lunged at her. Spreading her knees, Paula braced herself desperately as Winny clawed and scrabbled up onto her, mounting her as if she were a bitch in heat. His nails tore at her as he fought for traction on the unfamiliar surface.
Something jabbed at the crack in Paula's ass like a red-hot poker, and she lurched violently, nearly throwing Winny off. He was too aroused himself now to be put off and scrambled for traction again, then drove forward once more. This time Paula managed somehow to shift her hips so his cock stabbed into her much closer to her cunt, but still a little off-target. Feeling a totally insane reluctance to touch the dog there, she nonetheless reached back to guide his gleaming prick into her steamy snatch. With her head braced on the floor, she could look under her own body and see Winny's shaggy hind legs, the furry sheath of his organ, and the deadly spear of his prick.
Winny drove his searing hot prick into Paula's slippery cunt, and she thought she was going to die. It was burning her as he wedged it deeper and deeper into her snatch. And it was changing, growing and changing shape, a hard knot forming at the tip as it drove deep into her pussy.
The cat suddenly appeared, and squeezed in under Paula's body, tickling her bare tummy as it arched its back to press against her. Paula thought was she going mad.
Winny's cock touched bottom in Paula's cunt, drilled up against the end of it and spread out there, forming a hard lump against her cervix. He was locked to her as he humped his hindquarters, scrubbing his suddenly club-like cock up and down in her hole. Paula thought she was being burned raw, but her passion and lust were so great that she didn't care. She was coming, wildly blasting to an animal orgasm. The cat crawled back and forth under her as the dog humped his cock in her guts. Then Winny was driving against her hard and she felt something ramming against her inner recesses, long, hard powerful shots of something. She squeezed down on his slowly pulsing cock with the muscles of her cunt and came again herself, roaring along at the peak of the wildest orgasm of the evening.
She thought the big dog was going to come forever. Wave after wave of semen sprayed into her.
Then Winny tried to pull away from her, and Paula thought he was going to rip her inside out with his cock. He was bigger than he had been when he entered her, and she knew he couldn't get out. She had a hysterical fear of being locked to him forever and suddenly started to bawl.
"Relax," Howard said softly in her ear, kneeling beside her. "Just relax."
"Why did I do it?" Paula moaned, her fear replacing her insane lust.
"It's all right," Howard said, deliberately keeping his voice calm. "Just wail and he'll shrink. Try not to excite him any more."
"All... all right," Paula agreed, drawing a shuddering breath. She felt horribly ashamed of her ludicrous position.
"How did it feel?" Edie asked suddenly, kneeling on the other side of Paula.
"Wonderful," Paula admitted, trying to keep her mind off the dog's cock and fighting to avoid moving in any way that might stimulate him.
"Really?" Edie gasped.
"Really," Paula assured her. Somehow, Edie's honest, naive curiosity about the wild act overcame Paula's shame. "You should try it some time. If I ever get this beast off of me, that is," she joked.
"I will," Edie said eagerly.
"Aaahhh," Paula sighed deeply as she felt Winny's organ shrink. When he backed away, pulling it out of her, the friction of that fantastic tool through her cunt sent one last, wonderful wave of pleasure washing through her. Then, exhausted, she collapsed on the carpet and tried to catch her breath.
"You okay, honey?" Mike asked her a few minutes later.
Paula sighed. "Wonderful. What time is it?"
"Time to be going home," he answered.
"Oh, do I ache," Paula groaned, getting slowly to her feet. She noticed that she and the Pendells were the only ones not dressed. Then she realized that this was Howard and Anne's home and they didn't need to dress. She tried to hurry, but her exhausted muscles made her slow and clumsy.
She and Mike and Don and Edie were about to go out the door when Anne whispered something to Howard.
"Uh, Anne just brought up something," Howard said hesitantly.
"What?" Mike asked, turning back from the door.
Anne nibbled on her lower lip. "Well, we've got these friends," she started, then hesitated.
"The Thompsons," Howard added. "He's a stockbroker. Real nice chap. Quite handsome, too."
"And they're having some problems," Anne put in. "Sexual problems."
Mike had already caught on. "And you think maybe our group therapy might help them?"
"Yeah," Howard answered.
"They are good friends," Anne put in hastily.
"And I know we can trust them."
Don chuckled as he opened the door. "Why not? After all, what are friends for?"
In the car, Paula was still grinning at this last remark when she fell soundly asleep.
