One of the most pressing problems in this modern age, particularly for young married couples, is how to keep the relationship alive and vital and avoid the sense of staleness or boredom that comes when a man and a woman begin to take their relationship for granted. Particularly for couples without children, this problem, as time goes by, becomes more and more serious. Psychologists and marriage counselors alike have explored this problem with increasing depth, realizing that the key to a sound, healthy nation lies in the strength of its people, most of whom are married. In the book you are about to read, this question is explored with stunning psychological detail.
The story revolves around two couples, the Nolans and the Archers who have been good friends since the husbands began working together in the Space Center in Florida. like many young married pairs, they spend a lot of time together, enjoying the company of people their own age and sharing mutual interests. In time, however, the question of sex arises between the four of them as friendship begins to extend into the potential of physical desire.
Added to this is the fact that each of the couples is experiencing sexual difficulties within the marital state giving rise to frustrations not easily overcome. As a result, the Nolans and the Archers begin to discuss the possibilities of a swapping arrangement as a possible answer to their problems. And yet, as the narrative continues, further problems arise, as the two couples make their daring experiment, that none of them had anticipated.
The author, Jonathan Gray, one of our newest and most talented writers, has explored this typical situation with an unusual command of his material. Avoiding sensationalism and easy answers, he has attempted to present real people struggling to solve real problems, problems that are far from uncommon in this modern world of sexual freedom. We, the publishers, feel that he has succeeded beyond his own expectations in finding the true psychological roots behind swapping arrangements, and, in the characters of Dan and Jane Archer as well as Biff and Peggy Nolan he has created people with whom you, the reader will quickly identify as you follow their strange, sometimes bizarre adventures.
Here, then, is an illuminating social document which, we are sure, will take its place among the true classics of our time.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"The thing I want to know is, how the hell do those guys get it up when there's a whole room full of people watching them, with cameras yet? How can they keep fucking like that?"
Dan Archer, an attractive young man in his early twenties, with curly brown hair and thick-lashed brown eyes, leaned forward to put his empty Tom Collins glass on the coffee table, addressing his question to his host and co-worker, Biff Nolan. They were seated in the Nolan apartment, exactly like the Archers' own except for its ultra-modern furnishing. Both couples had just returned from seeing an x-rated film in Cocoa Beach.
"Aw listen, man, those chicks probably give those guys a working over first so they're hot as a pistol. Shit, you'd have a perpetual hard-on, too, if you wandered around all day with a lot of naked broads. Hey Peggy!" he called to his wife who was in the kitchen mixing a fresh pitcher of drinks, "kick the balcony door open on your way in. It's hotter than hell in here." Biff brushed a thick lock of his coal black hair off his forehead. "And so am I," he continued, his lips curling into an engagingly sensual half-smile as he unbuttoned his short-sleeved cotton shirt and slipped it off, revealing his well-muscled chest, covered with a light covering of dark, slightly sweat-dampened curling hair.
"Yes, Cape Kennedy in August is practically tropical, isn't it?" Dan's wife Jane replied, getting up from the couch to open the door that opened onto the small balcony outside the sixth-floor apartment. The two men watched as her well-built, sun-tanned form, clad in a demure pale blue sundress and sandals, moved across the room. Biffs eyes trailed reflexively up and down her lithe, tawny figure, from the sheen on her honey-blonde, fuck-cut hair down to the pale pink polish on her toenails, and then back up again. It was the automatic response of the male animal, lasting only a second, but long enough to make his thick cock lurch appreciatively in his lightweight summer slacks before he turned back to Dan.
"Yeah," he grinned, "the weather's a bitch, all right, but that's not the only kind of hots I'm suffering from!"
Dan grinned back, accepting the compliment on his wife's good looks, for he too had followed her with his eyes, noticing Biffs attention. He was glad he had such a beautiful wife. Far from being jealous, he felt proud when other men looked at Jane's tawny blonde loveliness with interest, even desire. It made him feel more of a stud, to know that men envied him his attractive spouse, and probably wondered privately just exactly what she was like in bed.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he replied easily, and the two men laughed knowingly as Jane turned back to the couch.
"What?" she asked, seeing the amusement on their faces. "What are you talking about?"
"They're talking about sex, honey, as usual," Peggy Nolan interjected, coming into the room from the kitchen with a fresh pitcher of Tom Collinses. "I knew that movie was a bad idea tonight. Every second Biff isn't grease-monkeying down at the base he's talking about hots and hard-ons, and after that sexy film I'm not gonna have any peace for a week!"
Now it was Dan's turn to look over his host's wife, and in the burst of laughter that followed her entrance remark, his eyes took in the firmly fleshed contours of her well-rounded frame, clad in a pair Of form-fitting beige slacks and a lime-green cotton-knit halter top that molded perfectly to her softly swaying breasts and contrasted brightly with her mane of shoulder-length, copper-colored hair. The sight of Peggy Nolan, as well as the memory of the torrid film the two couples had seen, was enough to start the blood pounding in his temples. Leaning back on the white leather sofa, he slipped his arms around his own wife's shoulders and pulled her closer, the satiny texture of her bare skin and the flowery scent of her light perfume making him feel even more delightfully sensual.
"What's the matter, baby? You complaining?" Biff asked jocularly, playfully slapping Peggy's slack-encased buttocks as she leaned over the coffee table to refill the glasses.
"Ow!" the green-eyed redhead yelped, straightening up quickly and shooting her husband an annoyed glance. "It's not that I'm complaining, honey, but sometimes I'd like to see some more of the apartment than the bedroom ceiling, know what I mean?" She sat down on a large, wine-colored velvet cushion on the floor and turned to Jane. "Honestly, sometimes I think he thinks I'm like the machines at the base made out of steel, plug her in and she'll run forever!"
"Aw but baby," her husband continued, "you know how it is ... my rocket carries a really heavy pay load. Gotta burn it out if I'm gonna splash down on target, you know. Besides, don't I take you to the moon every time I blast off?"
Stimulated by the Tom Collinses and the explicit sex film, Biff wasn't aware that his coarse jests, though mildly amusing, were also causing a blush to rise to the suntanned cheeks of his voluptuous twenty-four year old wife, particularly since his words were punctuated by deft strokes of his fingers moving quickly over the upper part of her breasts and then, before Peggy was aware of what he was doing, down into the invitingly low-cut "vee" of her blouse until they suddenly seized her nipple and gave it a teasing tweak.
"Dammit, cut it out, Biff!" the surprised housewife remonstrated, her green eyes flashing as she withdrew his hand and hastily readjusted her clothes, her cheeks now almost as bright as her hair. "Can't you be a gentleman just once? You don't see Dan and Jane carrying on like that, do you?"
Her muscular, dark-haired husband grinned at his buddy like a small boy indulging in his favorite mischief. "Broads! Always complaining and saying they hate the things they really dig the most, isn't that right, Jane?" The good-looking mechanic addressed himself to Dan's wife for confirmation.
Jane blushed slightly as his dark eyes met hers, and although she smiled in return, she quickly looked away afterwards. There was something about Biff that unsettled her strangely. He was so different from Dan, and she didn't think the difference was entirely in his favor. However, there was something about his blunt masculinity that made her very aware of the shortness of her skirt and the lowness of her neckline whenever he looked at her. Perhaps it was just the after affects of the movie, but Dan's long-legged blonde wife found the sight of his nude, suntanned upper torso disturbingly compelling.
Immediately, she pushed the troubling thought aside. She and Dan were good friends with the Nolans, had been ever since they'd met each other nearly a year earlier. It had been funny, really. Peggy and Jane made contact at the communal washing machine in the basement of their apartment building at almost the same time that Biff and Dan met each other at the job. Ever since then, they'd been an inseparable foursome, dropping in on each other at all hours, going shopping and to the movies, even on short weekend trips together. Yes, the Nolans were good friends, and one of the unwritten rules of really good friendship, Jane knew, was not to let yourself get involved in flirtations, no matter how innocent-seeming they were.
"By the way," the young blonde began, somewhat anxious to change the subject, "wasn't that Charley Mandell sitting behind us?"
"Yeah, it sure was," her husband replied. "Whew! Did you get a load of those two babes who were with him?"
Biff chuckled shortly, "he probably took 'em to the movie to get 'em warmed up for one of his parties later."
"What do you mean?" Jane asked innocently.
"Oh honey, haven't you heard?" Peggy replied. "Apparently there's a very chummy little group of junior executives over at the base, and they have a little group called the Quasar Club. I don't know if all the rumors about them are true, but from what I hear, their parties make the action in that film tonight look like a Sunday school picnic!"
"Oh, it's probably true, all right," Biff declared positively. "I had to make some deliveries to the club before it opened. They've got a really imagine set-up there water beds, colored lights, TV's in every room ... plus top security ... man you could lock yourself in there for a week with a broad and never have to leave for anything. It's practically as well-equipped as a bomb shelter."
"And ... and they go there to have ... sex parties?" Jane's lightly mascaraed eyes widened in astonishment. She'd heard that Charley Mandell was a real ladies man. Once or twice she had run into the thirty-five year old bachelor computer programmer at the supermarket. He made her uncomfortable, with his way of looking at her as though he were mentally undressing her, and from what Biff and Dan said, he probably was. But the idea that there was actually a ... a sex club operating among the people she saw every day was a little hard to believe. "But most of the people here are married ... where do they get the girls?"
Biff looked at her for a moment. Then he turned to Dan. "I really got to hand it to you, Dan old man," he began seriously. "You sure know how to handle women. Does this little girl know where babies come from yet?"
Dan laughed, but at the same time he felt a little irritated at his wife's naivete. He'd known she was a virgin when he married her, but sometimes it seemed that she was determined to remain invincibly ignorant about the finer points of sexual pleasure.
"Honey," he said patronizingly, adopting the same tone Biff had used, "do you mean to tell me you've never heard of swinging? Wife swapping? Orgies, for Christ's sake? Charley brings a date, and the other women are the wives or the dates of the other men who are there."
"You mean like in the movie tonight?" Jane replied, blushing and feeling a little angry at her spouse's patronizing tone. "But ... but that's just pornographic fantasy, isn't it? I mean people, ordinary people don't really do that sort of thing, do they?"
"Sure, Jane. Didn't you read about those two baseball players?" Peggy said. "Two guys and their wives got together and actually switched lives. Moved into each other's houses and everything. It was in all the papers." The attractive redhead once again refilled Jane and Dan's glasses, and the embarrassed young housewife was glad to have the chance to take a large swallow of the refreshing drink in order to hide her confusion. Maybe she was very naive, just the way Dan always said. She had heard something about the famous ball club wife-swapping, but it hadn't really penetrated her consciousness.
"But ... but how can people actually do things like that? I mean, wouldn't it just drive you crazy, Peggy, to see Biff making love to somebody else?"
"But that's not the way they did it," Dan interjected. Each couple went off and switched with the other one's mate. They didn't do a group thing at all."
"Well, they say they didn't," Biff continued a little skeptically, "but I don't know."
"But Biff, wouldn't you be jealous?" Jane persisted. "Wouldn't you just go berserk if somebody like Charley Mandell ever laid a hand on Peggy?"
"If he didn't, I might," Peggy Nolan declared strongly, her scarlet-colored lips pursing into an expression of distaste. "Charley Mandell, yeah," Biff replied thoughtfully. "But a friend ... I don't know. I mean if my old lady's gonna screw around, I'd rather she did it where I can keep an eye on her. That way, things don't get out of control, you know? And like I say, if it was somebody I knew and was really tight with, maybe it'd be okay. I saw a movie once about these Eskimos, and some missionary was asking this Eskimo how he could just lend his wife out, like she was a sled or something, and the Eskimo says, I'd never lend my sled out, it might get broken, but when you give your wife to another guy she always comes back better than new. Besides, if I was getting it on with the other guy's wife, too, I think I'd be too busy to get jealous," he laughed. "What do you think, Dan?"
"Yes," Jane turned to her husband. "Could you stand by and let another man make love to me?"
"Well, I don't know. I mean the way Biff describes it, I almost think it might be ... exciting...."
Jane sat back against the cushions, a troubled frown on her face as she contemplated her husband's reply. It shocked her deeply, for in her mind, marriage morals were very clear and specific. The idea of a wife-swapping arrangement definitely didn't seem to be part of the normal, healthy scheme of things. And yet they were telling her that people did it all the time, and even her own husband looked as though he found the idea appealing. The thought was deeply troubling to the young bride, for she and Dan had certain problems about what he called her prudishness. She had been trying to let herself go in bed with him, and be the kind of loving wife he wanted, but if his requirements included actually ... sleeping with other men, well that might be going a lot further than she could ever hope to go.
"Well, what the hell are we waiting for?" Biff suddenly asked, in the silence that followed Dan's statement. "Get your clothes off, Peggy, and let's get started!"
Jane jumped at his statement, and then, realizing that he was joking, she laughed nervously. Peggy and Dan laughed, too, but for a brief instant, their eyes met, before they both looked away. And in that split-second glance, Dan suddenly realized that the idea of making love to the well-built redheaded wife of his friend Biff wasn't at all unattractive. In fact, for a brief instant, he almost wished that Biff weren't joking. The thought made his penis jerk and swell hungrily in his tight slacks, and he busied himself, with studied calm, in draining the very last drops of melted ice and lime juice out of the bottom of his glass. Peggy, too, found herself suddenly self-conscious, as though Biffs words had opened a dangerously tantalizing door. After all, weren't the four of them the perfect pair of couples for something like that?
She glanced quickly at Jane, and immediately realized it that any kind of setup like that would be impossible. Even joking about it was making the suntanned blonde look definitely nervous, as though the conversation were taking a turn she couldn't handle, and Peggy put the fleetingly tempting thought aside. It was silly after all.
But still ... she felt a warm tingle of excitement at the thought of making love to Dan Archer. He was so different from her husband Biff, so smooth and considerate. Sometimes, she wondered if the differences between her and Jane weren't really a reflection of the way their respective husbands made love to them. Jane was so poised and delicate, almost as though she were too fragile to be touched, while she, Peggy, definitely had another quality, something raunchier that made men feel they could get a little ... familiar. Dan's wife practically looked virginal, while from the looks and comments Peggy got from truck drivers and construction men, even the merest stranger could tell there was nothing sexually remote about her at all.
Peggy sighed and uncurled herself from the cushion, collecting glasses and full ashtrays to take into the kitchen.
"Dan, I think we should go," Jane declared. "It's really getting late, and I'm sure the Nolans want to get to bed."
"Don't rush off just because I'm cleaning up," Peggy called. "I just want to get this together for the morning."
"No, it's not that. It's just ... I have a little headache, that's all."
Inwardly Dan flinched at his wife's words. Just like clockwork, he mused. Bedtime comes and she's got a headache, or a bellyache or some other damn thing ... anything so she doesn't have to fuck! Well not tonight, baby, not tonight!
"Dan, old man, I'll see you tomorrow at the plant," Biff said heartily, getting up from his chair and shaking hands with his friend and co-worker.
"Sure thing, Biff. Peggy...." Jane's young husband turned to find his hostess. He was about to extend his hand when, to his surprise, the petite redhead stood on tiptoe and lightly kissed his cheek.
"Good night, Dan," she said, stepping back, a little startled at her own action. Then she kissed Jane lightly, too, as though to compensate.
"Well if that's how it's gonna be!" Biff declared, and before Jane was entirely aware of what was happening, she was being encircled by the dark-eyed Irishman's strong hairy arms. The young blonde was so startled by his sudden advance that she couldn't even struggle when his full, soft lips sought hers and planted a long kiss on them. She could only push feebly against his hard-muscled, naked chest, feeling a little dizzy as her friend's overpowering husband nearly lifted her off her feet. "Good night, Janey," Biff said, smiling as he finally let her go, while Peggy and Dan laughed at the expression of astonishment on her fine-featured face. He held the door open for the Archers, and just as they stepped out into the hall, leaned out to call after them, "And don't forget about that Eskimo hospitality, kids. It's the coming thing."
"Come on inside, you big lug," they heard Peggy demand. "Or you're gonna need all the hospitality you can get, Eskimo or otherwise, when the neighbors get us evicted for disturbing the peace. It's after midnight!"
* * *
A few minutes later, the Archer's stepped out of the elevator on their own floor, and were on the way down the hall to their own apartment.
"Phew, I guess I had a little more to drink than I thought I did," Dan murmured as he placed the key in the lock. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, not really drunk, but pleasantly tipsy and playful.
"I'll mix you an Alka Seltzer so you can get a good night's sleep." Jane was about to switch on the light when her husband stopped her.
"Leave it off, baby," he suggested. "It's nice in the dark."
Moonlight was streaming in the balcony window, making it nearly bright enough to pick out the print in the matching colonial-style drapes and slipcovers. In the half light, Dan slipped his arms around his wife from behind, running them over the smooth plane of her cotton-clad abdomen and thighs, while his tongue snaked wetly along the lightly scented whiteness of her neck and up to her ear, where he rotated it teasingly, blowing warm little currents of air into the shell-like orifice.
"What do you say, Janie?" he whispered, his hands finding the soft swells of her breasts and closing over them, kneading their rounded flesh sensually. "Shall we swap with Peggy and Biff for an evening? How'd you like to get screwed by Biff Nolan?"
His wife recoiled in shock at his lewd words. Dan never spoke to her like that. "Oh Dan, you're drunk!" she remonstrated. "Let go of me.
In fact, her handsome young husband was more than a little intoxicated as a result of the potent drinks Peggy had mixed. The alcohol, combined with the various sexual stimuli of the evening the movie, the conversation with their neighbors about swapping, and the rush of sexual excitement he felt when Biffs well-rounded wife pressed her lips lightly to his cheek, her haughtily pointed breasts grazing like fire against his chest were making him feel decidedly lustful. The sight of his wife's moonlit silhouette as she twisted away from him and moved toward the archway leading to the bedroom did nothing to calm him down.
Christ she's a good-looking woman! he thought hotly, his eyes taking in the long taper of her legs and the assured undulation of her hips as she disappeared into the shadows of the hall. She looked as though she were made for love, as if it were the primary function for which her voluptuously inviting form had been conceived. His penis throbbing with anticipation, Dan followed her into their bedroom.
The light by Jane's side of the bed was already on, and she was just taking off the blue sundress, leaving herself clad only in a short white lacy slip that came to mid-thigh. The soft material clung to her firmly up-thrust young breasts like a second skin, outlining the pointed cones of her large, pale pink nipples. The muscular young space mechanic grew flush with drink-induced desire just looking at her.
"Did you have a good time tonight, baby," he asked softly, unbuttoning his shirt as he came up behind her at the bureau, where she was taking off her earrings and collecting her toiletries preparatory to taking a shower.
"Yes ... yes, I did," Jane began uncertainly, "only...."
"Only what?" Dan ran his fingers teasingly up along the delicate curve of her back, sending little shivers of excitement down her spine. Momentarily she savored the feeling, then moved away, as though she weren't quite sure whether she wanted it or not.
"Oh I don't know ... the movie, and everything we had to drink ... I guess it gave me a headache, that's all." And although she didn't mention it, the twenty-one year old blonde was also troubled by her husband's reference to "swapping" with Biff and Peggy. In fact the entire conversation disturbed her, although she wasn't entirely sure why. On the one hand, she was shocked that Dan could talk so casually about letting another man make love to her. After all, even in jest, it wasn't a very nice thing for a man to say to his wife, was it? But on the other hand, and this was perhaps what really caused her feelings of tremulous uncertainty, she was dimly aware of another reaction to the events of the evening. Biff Nolan's sudden kiss, coming on top of the casual interchange about group sex, had sent a sudden violent stab of ... of desire through her young body, so intense that it had left her, for a moment, stunned and shaken. A thought she didn't dare face was nibbling at the corners of her consciousness, and threatened to erupt into the light of day when Dan touched her. Instinctively she pushed it away, but then her head began to pound even harder. She knew Dan wanted to make love to her tonight, but her emotional turmoil, coupled with the jackhammer throbbing in the base of her skull, made it impossible for her to respond.
Well, it wouldn't be a problem. Even when drunk, Dan was a perfect gentlemen. In all the eighteen months of their marriage, he had never demanded anything of her that she didn't want to do. Sometimes, she thought vaguely as she removed her dressing gown from the closet, sometimes I almost wish he would!
"Aw, come on, baby, forget about a shower tonight!" her husband urged. His cock was throbbing wildly in his pants, and he was consumed with only one desire, to make passionate, satisfying love to his curvaceous, sweet-smelling blonde spouse, to fuck her like a stallion until she was begging for more.
As she was about to go out the door, his muscular arm caught her around the waist and pulled her close so that her whitely swaying breasts, still demurely covered by the thin slip, flattened softly against his naked chest. With his free hand, he slipped one strap off her shoulder and closed his fingers around the nearest fleshy breast while rotating his pelvis against her nylon-covered upper thigh so that even through the thickness of his trousers and jockey briefs, she could feel the steely hardness of his long, fully erect penis. Already, she knew, hot little droplets of premature cum were seeping hungrily from the swollen tip, and it felt like a thing alive as it lurched achingly against her.
Urged on by the alcohol and his own lusty thoughts, the sex-hungry young husband suddenly lowered his head and, still holding Jane firmly by the waist, substituted his lips for his lewdly caressing fingers, sucking sensually on the rubbery little tip of her nipple and its surrounding areola until he felt it stiffen into a hard little point. His free hand darted under her flimsy slip, sliding smoothly up over her thigh, his fingers tracing the outline of her elastic panty leg band. Then, moving with instinctive sureness, he suddenly slipped his finger inside, right into the heated crevice between her hair-fringed cuntal lips.
Jane heard the sharp intake of his breath as he felt the creamy moisture that spread in a light sheen over her soft vaginal flesh and left a tiny circle of dampness on the crotch band of her panties. He could feel the moisture against his knuckles as he ran the tip of his first two fingers frontward from her warmly throbbing cuntal ring to the stamen-like protrusion of her tiny clitoris.
"Ooohh," Jane gasped involuntarily as his index finger brushed teasingly over the bud-like organ, lubricating it with her own musky vaginal secretions. Reflexively, she grasped his thick forearm with one hand, to stop him, as though the fiery sensations produced by his lustily probing fingers were too much for her to bear, but the other hand flew up to his shoulder, the fingers digging hungrily into his flesh as, her eyes closed in momentary surrender, she allowed her headache and her inner conflicts to dissolve into something far more pleasant.
"Oh baby, you're so warm and wet down there," Dan whispered, flicking his finger back and forth over the quiveringly sensitive folds of flesh until his wife moaned in soft arousal. His own current of desire enveloped him in long swells, like rhythmic gusts of wind whirling all around him, sucking him up into a warm vortex of sexual excitement. His eyes closed, he was only conscious of sensations, of the smells and tastes and textures of his wife's semi-naked body. He wanted her, oh God how he wanted her! One climax wouldn't be enough; he would have to take her twice, three times, before the wild pulsing in his swollen cock and balls would subside. In all the eighteen months of his marriage, Dan had never felt so wildly erotic. All of a sudden it didn't matter to him that the woman he was lewdly touching and licking was his own wife, whose somewhat prim gentility and naivete he had always respected, even enjoyed. Now, driven by an animal instinct he had never even realized he possessed, she was simply a woman, desirable, fuckable, anonymous ... and he was all man!
With a low moan of lust, he yanked the other slip strap off her shoulder, so that both her naked breasts were exposed to his gaze. Then, in one quick gesture, he grabbed the top of her slip and the elastic waistband of her panties in his hands and, sinking to his knees in front of her on the plush gold carpet of the bedroom, pulled both garments roughly down over her flaring hips, nearly throwing his wife off balance as he shoved them around her ankles. Gripping her thighs in his hands, he spread his long fingers wide so that his thumbs would reach the soft cushions of her cuntal lips. He separated them, and gazed for an instant at the pinkly glistening surface of her tiny skin-enfolded clitoris which, tautened by the pressure on either side of it, jutted rigidly outward like a little penis.
"Dan, what are you doing? Stop ... I can't ... oh! Oooooooohh!" Jolted by her husband's sudden aggression, the space mechanic's young wife began to protest, but Dan ignored her. Holding his thumbs in position just long enough to lower his head so that his mouth was level with her nakedly gleaming pussy split, he slid his hands behind her and, seizing her rounded buttocks, pulled her whole pelvis forward, closing his lips and tongue over her achingly erect little clitoris in an obscene, lust-inciting kiss. The sweet pungent taste of her naked pussy and warm vaginal secretions affected him like a potent aphrodisiac, and he could feel the cum begin to churn and gather in his testicles.
"Please, Dan, stop ... you know I don't like you to put your mouth on me there ... oh ... Oh ... I can't bear it ... ssssttttoooppppppp!"
Jane pushed desperately at her husband's head and tried to free herself from the tight circle of his arms wrapped around her hips and buttocks, but she was powerless, both against his strength and the force of the wild feelings his obscene caress excited in her naked flesh. Waves of sensuality ricocheted through her young body, starting from the tongue-tortured bud of her clitoris and winding through her breasts and belly, licking at her like tormenting little flames. Once or twice before, Dan had tried to kiss her down there, but her reaction of shame and distaste had always deterred him. But now! Jane's naive young mind recoiled in shock. He was actually forcing his head down between her legs and licking her vagina, while she stood naked in their own bedroom, her slip and panties tangled in a heap around her ankles!
Blind panic threatened to overwhelm her, even though her mind told her this was a normal sexual act. When they were first married, she had read a book about sex that said there was nothing wrong with cunnilingus, that millions of perfectly normal couples did it all the time. But though she had tried to convince herself, she couldn't argue away the feelings of shame that the obscene act aroused within her more strongly than desire. Now with Dan's wetly licking tongue driving her crazy with sexual torment, she felt as though something inside of her would snap if he didn't stop, and she would be reduced to a writhing, lustful animal. She couldn't let it happen! She wasn't even certain why, but she knew that something terrible and nameless would result if she allowed herself to fall over that dangerously yawning precipice. Suddenly, scarcely aware of what she was doing, her pink-tipped fingers tangled in his curly brown hair and she yanked, as hard as she could.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Dan bellowed, jerking backwards onto his haunches and clutching at his scalp. Jane took advantage of his surprise to step quickly out of her limp under things and grab up her dressing gown. She was drawing it around her like protective armor when Dan, his scalp smarting and his eyes flashing with anger, bolted up from the floor.
"You bitch! You goddamn bitch!" he spat, as he stalked toward her, his fists clenched. "If you were a man I'd slug you!"
"I'm sorry, but you know I don't like that," Jane snapped back nervously and a little defensively.
Sorry! You're always fuckin' sorry! And you don't seem to like a goddamn thing I do, do you, Janey?" The young husband was furious. The sharp sting of Jane pulling at his hair had been so sudden that it seemed to come from nowhere, jolting him out of his rush of passion and into an explosion of fury. It was insulting, that's what it was! his drink-fogged brain thundered. She was trying to fucking cut off his balls, and he wasn't going to stand for it. He was sick of her high and mighty attitude every time he wanted a little loving. Biff Nolan wouldn't stand for shit like that, he was sure of it. And he wasn't going to either!
Dan's lips tightened into a thin line of anger, and this blue-eyed wife retreated from him, moving away across the room.
"Dan ... I'm sorry ... " she murmured cautiously. "I didn't mean it...."
"You meant it all right," he snapped back. Anger, lust and drunkenness fought for possession of the young mechanic's brain, and he felt unsteady on his feet. Hazily, he could see Jane swathed in the clinging pink folds of her dressing gown, like a vision from a dream. Except she wasn't a dream. She was flesh and blood, goddammit, and tonight he was going to have her, any way he wanted! His eyes roved over the contours of her firmly fleshed body, coming to rest at last on the sensual fullness of her lips which, even devoid of makeup, were red and inviting. "But that's okay, Janey baby," he slurred. "You don't want me to touch you, that's fine. We'll do something else instead, something where I don't have to touch your precious little cunt at all!"
"What ... what do you mean?" his wife replied weakly. She'd never seen her mild-mannered husband like this. He was almost a stranger, a leering drunken stranger who might do anything to her, not the man she married at all.
"I mean it's about time you learned I'm boss around here! I got a contract says I can do anything I want with you in bed, and what I want right now, bitch, is for you to kneel down on the floor in front of me and take my cock in your mouth and suck me till I cum!"
Jane's eyes opened wide in shock at the lewd words that her husband hurled at her. "No!" she gasped. "I won't do such a disgusting thing. You're drunk, Dan, you don't know what you're saying ... Ow!" Her hands flew to her face, relinquishing her hold on her dressing gown as she felt the sharp sting of a slap on her cheek. It was so fast she didn't even see it coming.
"Goddamn right I'm drunk," Dan hissed, weaving in front of her and putting his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. Rudely he pushed her dressing gown aside, nakedly exposing the lush white front of her body. "And there's more where that came from, baby, so don't make me mad. Now get down on your knees and suck!"
Trembling with shame, Jane watched as he unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers and shorts down around his knees, revealing the ruddy, purplish thickness of his blood-engorged cock in full erection. He couldn't be serious about wanting her to ... to suck it! But in the next instant she realized beyond a doubt that he was, for his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her downwards until her legs gave way and she fell to her knees on the floor. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked up at his towering form, with his blindly swaying cock lurching thickly like an obscene pole.
Gripping a handful of her short blonde hair roughly in one hand, Dan circled the pulsing thickness of his penis with the other and waved it lewdly at her, brushing it against her soft lips so that the drops of tart wetness at the tip made her draw back. Jane tightened her jaw stubbornly. She wouldn't do it. He couldn't make her do it.
But she didn't count on her young husband's drunken determination. Seeing her resistance, he twisted hard on her hair, making her cry out in pain.
"I said suck me off, bitch! And don't try any funny business with your teeth, either, or you'll wish you hadn't!"
His trembling young wife looked up at him imploringly, but he was too overcome by lust and raw male feelings of dominance to notice her. Seeing her kneel nakedly before him, he felt like a harem master, free to do as he wanted with her nakedly vulnerable flesh. Realizing that resistance was fruitless, Jane fought down tears and, closing her eyes, tried to steel herself for what he would do.
She felt his bloated cock-head press insistently against the wall of her lips and teeth and, trembling, she opened her mouth slightly. Immediately his thick penis surged forward, forcing her lips farther and farther apart, as the vein-ridged staff penetrated her wet oral cavern. To her surprise, it didn't feel as terrible as she thought it would, although the seminal wetness at the tip still made her draw back. A few seconds later, her mouth was stuffed with his pulsating thickness, and she struggled to encompass its swollen girth with her ovaled lips. It was like a warm, wet, velvet-covered pole as it arched downwards, his foreskin sliding back and forth against her tongue and the ridged roof of her mouth as his hips began to move with obscene rhythm.
At first his movements were tentative and slow for, himself almost completely virginal when they married, Dan Archer had never actually felt a woman's lips around his surging staff before. But soon, incredible feelings of liquid heat were surging upward through his loins as his passion-driven cock accustomed itself to the smooth interior of her mouth. Even the light scraping of her teeth over the sensitive underside was pleasurable, adding just the right edge of pain to the lewd act he was performing for the first time.
Soon his pelvic thrusts grew faster, until his hips were swinging back and forth in a smooth arc, and his bulbous cock-head penetrated to the back of Jane's throat with every forward lunge. He could hear the muffled sounds of gagging, but it only increased his torrid excitement. He was going to cum soon, he could feel it, but he gritted his teeth and tried to hold back. He wanted it to last as long as possible.
Although still nearly numb with shock and outrage, Jane was surprised to note that there were other feelings burgeoning within her, feelings that not only led her, with instinctive expertise, to find exactly the right combination of muscular tension and relaxation to accommodate the swollen bulk of her husband's penis, but almost to ... to enjoy it.
Of their own volition, her hands found their way upward to the tight, hard surface of Dan's belly, where his dark pubic hair curled upward toward his hairy chest. She touched the jutting hardness of his narrow hips, finding a thrill of pleasure in the textures of his leanness, and in the pungent male aroma of his genitals. It was true that she felt shamed and humiliated at being forced to perform such an obscene act, and it was also true that with every forward thrust of his hips she felt for an instant as though she would choke. But there was something else, something that made her thighs tremble convulsively and her womb clench in dizzy contractions. Was it possible she could actually be enjoying the humiliating experience?
But she had no time to answer the vaguely formed questions that flirted at the outskirts of her consciousness. For suddenly Dan's control, maintained so far only with difficulty, collapsed under her instinctively deft sucking and tonguing.
"Ah ... ah ... aaaagggghhhhh!" he growled. "Oh shit, it's so good ... I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
She felt his grip on her head tighten, and an instant later, all thoughts vanished from her mind as a cascade of white-hot sticky wetness flooded into her mouth, down her frantically gulping throat and outward onto her lips and chin. She felt as though she were drowning for a moment, as the torrent of cum spurted out of the throbbingly alive penis that seemed to be exploding in her mouth. Finally she could only do her best to hold herself steady and let him use her, her cheeks hollowing automatically as she tried to swallow it all.
After a few seconds, it was over. She felt the tautness go out of his body, and his penis, hard as iron an instant before, quickly grew limp and soft, and then slid out of her mouth altogether. Slowly her panting husband relaxed his hold on her hair, and falling back on her haunches, Jane wiped her mouth off, never taking her eyes from the now flaccid cock that had thrust into her with such force. She felt numb and dream-like as she looked at it, as though she wasn't altogether certain that the events of the past ten minutes had actually taken place.
"Honey? Are you all right?" The force of his orgasm had sobered Dan a little, and for the first time he was fully aware of what he had forced his wife to do. It had been wonderful, but now he saw clearly the naked figure of his stunned and shaking wife, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing, her face streaked with tears and the residue of his sperm. Waves of remorse struck him, and he knelt down beside her on the floor, touching her as gently as he knew how. "Baby, I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. Are you okay?"
Jane looked at him blankly for a moment, as though she didn't understand exactly what he was saying.
"I'm not sure," she finally replied confusedly. "I think I am, but I ... I just don't know."
CHAPTER TWO
Things were even more lively in the Nolan apartment, two floors above the Archers'. In their spacious bedroom, Biff and Peggy were sprawled naked on the zebra-striped bedspread.
Or rather, Biff was sprawled, his legs, spread wide, while over him, her copper-colored hair falling forward fan-like over his balls and thighs and her pinkly gleaming cuntal split hovering a few inches above his face, was Peggy. Her lips were ovaled around the bulbous head of his rigidly erect penis, while her manicured fingers stroked the wrinkled surface of his balls and his long, thickly pulsing penile shaft. The only light in the room came from a tiny night light, which cast eerie shadows over the walls and their naked flesh.
Biff moaned contentedly under his redheaded wife's deft oral ministrations. "Baby, you sure know how to suck cock," he murmured appreciatively, savoring the sensations of her hair lightly tickling his naked thighs and her breasts grazing against his taut, hair-fringed belly.
I ought to. I get enough practice, his softly sucking wife thought inwardly. For unlike Jane
Archer, Peggy Nolan had long ago discovered that one of her husband's favorite bedroom activities was to bury his huge rod of flesh in the buttery depths of her mouth. She had even learned to enjoy it, not just as an act in itself, but because of all Biff's varied sexual tastes, it was one of the easiest on her. She could at least control the pace of his pleasure a little bit better than when he was actually fucking her, his powerful body pinning her down with his weight, and his pelvis swinging like some huge machine as he drove his penis in and out of her with sometimes painful force.
Not that she didn't enjoy her husband's rough and ready brand of lovemaking. Biff was all man, and he turned her on, making her feel, at his best, completely, smugly female. But sometimes he seemed to forget that she was flesh and blood and, carried away by the force of his own deeply felt sexuality, rammed into her like a jackhammer, until all she could do was brace herself on the bed or devote all her attention to finding a position where his phallic buffeting was less harsh.
She'd tried talking to him about it, explaining that sometimes she wished he would be more gentle and tender. He laughed at first, and then under persistent complaints, would promise to be more considerate. But always, as his desire mounted, he would forget, and in a few minutes begin plowing into her like a pile-driver, oblivious to her pleas for him to go slower, or softer.
"But you liked it, didn't you babe?" he would always ask afterward, a little smugly.
And of course, most of the time, she did. That was the problem. There didn't seem to be any way of getting it through to him that even though his rough, almost violent lovemaking did give her pleasure, she sometimes wanted something different. That was why she had learned to accept his frequent insistence that she suck his penis. By taking a more active role in their lovemaking, she found she could gradually slow him down, thereby making it more satisfying for herself in the long run. Besides, she enjoyed the feel of his long, velvety cock sliding in and out of her softly ovaled lips, particularly when it was accompanied, as it was at this moment, by the sensation of his thick fingers corkscrewing up into her vagina, pleasurably stretching the elastic-like inner walls.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, letting her tongue flick wetly around the circumference of his blood-engorged penis, dwelling extra long on the sensitive point on the underside where the shaft met the head, then closing her lips around it again and drawing on it lightly like a straw. This was the way she liked it, slow and easy, a kind of sensuality that seemed to fit perfectly with the moonlit, semi-tropical summer night.
Biff, however, was growing a little restless. True, he was enjoying the feelings his wife's deftly moving mouth and tongue excited in his swollen penis and large, hairy testicles. In fact, it made him feel like the sexiest guy in the world to lie stretched out on the bed while his wife knelt nakedly over him, sucking and licking like the most turned-on broad that even the most decadent stud could imagine. Gifted with an extremely active sex drive, however, quantity of satisfaction was more meaningful to him than quality. He knew Peggy was always talking about taking it slow and all that, and she wasn't the first woman who had expressed similar sentiments to him.
But deep down, he thought all that foreplay stuff was a bore at least after the first time. What he really liked was to fuck, hard and deep, and most of the time he would have preferred to skip the preliminaries and devote the time to two or even three orgasms, rather than building up slowly to one. He prided himself on being able to cum more than once in a night most of the time, and although the amount of alcohol he'd consumed this evening would probably make that impossible, his brain was still alive with lewd ideas, ideas he was becoming impatient to make actual.
From his prone position on thee bed, his vision was filled with Peggy's naked pussy and the deep crevice that ran from her hotly throbbing little clitoris backward and up between her buttocks. He had two fingers of one hand firmly inbedded inside her wetly quivering cuntal passage, and now he skewered them up as far as they would go, scissoring them open and closed inside her cunt and making her squirm with pleasure. She bounced slightly on his rigidly extended fingers, pressing herself down on them, and as she did so, her buttocks separated slightly, so that he could just barely see the entrance to her anus where it nestled between them.
His eyes zeroed in on the tightly puckered ring which contracted involuntarily in sympathetic response to the excitement building in her moist and throbbing cunt. Still keeping his fingers sunk deep in her pussy, he separated her roundly jiggling ass-cheeks with the fingers of his other hand and then worked his thumb up between them until its cushiony tip rested flatly against the tight ring of sphincter muscle at the entrance to her rectum.
A shudder went through Peggy's whole body as she felt the pressure of her husband's thumb against her back there. Sometimes he liked to worm a finger inside, she knew, and whether it was the newness of the sensation, or the fact that she was particularly sensitive in that secret place, she always reacted as though she'd received an electric shock. It seemed to go right through her like a tongue of fire, making her writhe with animal-like abandon.
Biff grinned lustily as he felt her respond. All that take-it-slow stuff was a lot of bullshit. He supposed it was normal for chicks to feel that way; after all, they were raised different than guys. Peggy had been a virgin when he married her, and that was the way he'd wanted it. If she'd been as open about sex as he was himself, some other guy would probably have gotten to her first. But deep down, he was sure dames really wanted it the same way men did; it just took them a little time to find it out, that's all.
Now he was impatient to get on with it, for a new and, to him delightful, idea was taking shape in hid drink and sex-stimulated mind. His cock was throbbing and jerking wildly under his wife's tongue and lips, and he wanted to get started before she brought him to orgasm. Much as he enjoyed spilling his thick load of semen into her mouth, what he had in mind was even more exciting to contemplate. She wanted something a little different? Well he'd give it to her. In fact, he'd give her the surprise of her life.
"Hey babe, turn over on your belly," he commanded, withdrawing his rampaging cock from her oral cavern and pulling away slightly.
Peggy hesitated a moment, but the fiery sensations in her wetly dilated pussy were all the convincing she needed. Taking it easy was one thing, but there was no sense in making it a crusade! The thought of Biffs thick-girthed rod plunging up into her vagina from behind, which she surmised was what he wanted, was definitely appealing. It was no problem at all to swing her leg over so that she was lying belly down on the bed. As soon as she was in position, her lusty husband, without removing his lewdly probing fingers from her cunt, shifted around behind her, his knees straddling her thighs.
Peggy's heart beat faster with excitement as she felt his fingers slip out of her cunt and his hands seize the soft pliant mounds of her buttocks, squeezing them and spreading them apart.
"Oooohhh lover, you really know how to get to me," she sighed softly, as she felt him trace the length of her rectal split with his middle finger, lingering a moment to circle it lewdly at the entrance to her anus. She tensed slightly as he probed at it harder, inserting the tip of his middle finger, still wet with her viscous cuntal juices, just inside her tight nether hole.
"Nnnggg! Not so hard," she protested, as he pressed forward. Yet despite the slight pain, her body responded with wicked enjoyment, her buttocks raising slightly off the bed as she bore down against his rigid probe. Biff had caressed her like this before, and though initially she had resisted the intimate, almost shameful nature of his touch, she soon grew to enjoy it, even crave it, as a very pleasurable adjunct to lovemaking. Indeed, one of her very favorite things now was to have his cock stuffed inside her pussy, while his finger churned hotly in and out of her tight little rectal hole.
"Put a pillow under your belly," Biff commanded, his voice heavy with excitement. The sight of her naked ass-cheeks wriggling and bouncing beneath him was driving him wild with obscene desire, and he could barely restrain his excitement long enough to hand her a pillow from the head of the bed, still keeping his finger in position as she raised herself awkwardly to put it beneath her.
Once it was in place, he let himself fall forward on her prone body, shifting his weight slightly to the side so that his cock fell along the length of her rectal split, and she was held firmly in position while still giving him room to rummage at will between her defenselessly spread ass-cheeks.
Her low moans of pleasure and pain as he pushed his finger farther up into her anus acted on his lust-excited brain like a potent aphrodisiac. He felt her hot rectal interior of her anus clutch his finger hard, like a little vise, and using a short in and out stroke, he gradually worked it farther and farther inside. When he felt the increasingly abandoned movements of her body and the quickening of her breath, which now came in short gasps and moans, that she was ready, he withdrew his finger with a pop, and positioned himself over her, grabbing his cock in one hand and running it up and down the length of her split from her cunt to her rectum, driving her wild with desire and at the same time lubricating the tip with the heated wetness that seeped hungrily from her cunt. As eager now as he was himself, Peggy worked her hands under her body and between her legs to stroke his sperm-inflated testicles, all the while moaning out her pleasure and encouragement, and spreading her legs as far as she could between his own to give him easier access to her palpitating cuntal depths.
She was somewhat surprised to feel Biff position his penis not at her vaginal entrance, but against the tight ring of her anal entrance.
"Biff, you're too high," she began, but before she had time to finish the sentence, she suddenly felt an unbearable flash of pain as her obscenely aroused young husband pressed forward, driving the very tip of his blood-engorged cock just inside her tightly clenched anus.
"Aaaaiiieee!! ! " she screamed. "Biff, no! It hurts! Stop! Please stop!"
"Sssshhh," Biff crooned above her. "It'll only hurt for a minute. Relax, baby, you're gonna dig it, I promise you!"
Hot tears rose to Peggy's eyes as his thick cudgel pressed fro ward. Her rectum felt as though it were on fire with stinging pain, and she tried desperately to free herself, to wriggle away on the bed out of his grasp, but she was helpless. Her hands were pinned under her own body, and Biff was gripping her shoulder with one hand, while the other held his cock steady.
Her struggles only excited him more, making him feel like a bull, a conquering warrior with her as the spoils of the battle, his to do as he wanted with. Gone were all thoughts of tenderness. He wanted to fuck her! Drive his lust-swollen cock into her ass no matter how much she resisted, until it subjued her and she was begging him for more. Accordingly, he gritted his teeth and drove forward again, ignoring the almost painful stretching of his thick foreskin as it peeled back over his cockhead.
"Nnnnooooo!" Peggy wailed, tears beginning to course down her cheeks from the unexpected pain. She had never imagined he would do anything like this to her, and as she felt her back passage stretch to what she was sure were its limits, she hated him for his cruelty.
The entire head of his cock was inside her now, and Biff paused for a moment to get his breath. Peggy's body was as taut as a bowstring and her lightly freckled face contorted with pain as she tried to push herself up from her prone position. But Biff held her firmly in place, whispering words of obscene encouragement into her ear.
"Oh baby, your ass is so nice and tight. Just relax, it'll be okay in a minute. Oh you're such a sweet little fuck! I could hump you for a month and never stop!" He looked down in triumph at her cock-stretched anus, then grunted and pushed his thickly pulsating cudgel in even farther.
Peggy thrashed and wailed like a wounded animal, her head thrown back as she cried in pain with each loin-searing thrust. Every movement of resistance, however, only served to increase her torment, and finally she fell forward, sobbing, her mind too consumed with pain and outrage even to hate her husband now, as he began to slowly fuck her in and out, each sodomizing thrust widening the straining elastic channel and easing his passage.
Ruthlessly Biff continued to force his huge penis up into her desperately straining back passage, grinding his hips lewdly back and forth until his rod was in her all the way to the hilt. He paused to savor the lust-peaking tightness. Peggy was still moaning and sobbing, all thoughts of escape gone. The only thing that mattered was putting an end to the excruciating pain which pervaded her naked young body.
Enjoying the spectacle of his hot-blooded wife, who was usually a match for whatever sexual act he decided to explore, so helplessly pinioned, Biff reached around in front of her, forcing his hands under their two bodies, and separated her moist thin pussy lips, searching for the hard little button of her clitoris. He began to massage it with his fingers, at the same time developing the back and forth rhythm of his pelvis. Straining as he was for his own release, he wasn't going to let Peggy off so easily. No, he was going to make her want what he was doing to her he was going to drive her crazy until she was begging him to fuck her harder.
The touch of his fingers on her cuntal lips and tenderly swollen clitoris sent a lewd shock through Peggy's skewered body. She couldn't hold still under the sharp, intense tickling sensation that surged upward from the excited fold of flesh. She could feel it in her belly, in the small of her back, and in the hard, pink points of her nipples as they crushed flat against the mattress. Her body exploded in an upheaval of movement in every direction, as though her mind had short-circuited, overloaded with conflicting nerve-messages of pain and pleasure. She flailed her head wildly and clawed at the air, emitting little shrieks, desperately squirming her body this way and that, seeking an escape from the taunting, tantalizing sensations that assaulted her from every direction.
Every movement of her furiously gyrating pelvis ground Biff's blood-heavy penis deeper and deeper into her cruelly ravished rectum. He could feel her soft inner walls tighten spasmodically around his invading shaft. Struggling to maintain his hold on his wife's raging, twisting body, he pumped steadily in and out, feeling his foreskin draw back almost to the breaking point with each forward thrust. He bore as deep as he could, spurred on by the agonized moans torn from his red-haired wife's parted lips with every lewd, sodomizing lunge.
Peggy's wild movements pushed her body upward until she was half-kneeling, supporting herself on her elbows. She was rapidly growing too exhausted to resist anymore, and now her red hair fell forward over her head, and her breath came in short, heaving gasps. Strangely, the pain in her tortured rectum was linking up with the tormenting pleasure in front, in her clitoris, and the two combined sent her head whirling.
"Oooohhh," she moaned deeply, scarcely recognizing the sound of her own voice. Her eyes were closed, and skyrockets were going off all through her body, especially in her womb, which began to contract urgently, opening wider each time, until she felt as though she had ceased to exist except as a huge, gaping hole, whose only function was to receive the bludgeoning of a huge, sex-maddened male organ. The increasingly aroused young wife no longer had a will of her own, but was completely submerged in her body's obscene demands. Slowly, like an automaton, she began to lean backward into Biff's punishing cock blows, digging her knees into the bed and spreading her legs wide.
On and on it went, until she almost lost consciousness. Despite her exhaustion, her body lurched hungrily back onto Biff's cock, as though she could never get enough of him. She was cumming! Cumming as she never had before!
Feeling the sudden surge of excitement in his wife's nakedly impaled body, Biff could also feel his own churning river of seed coming up to meet it. His balls, slapping lewdly at the hot flesh of Peggy's throbbing wet pussy, were swollen and aching for release. The muscles at the base of his penis contracted violently, and he pumped without cease into his wife's now widened rectum, lost in the rushing liquid sensation tearing through his drum-tight balls as his sperm strained for freedom and release.
And suddenly he was there!
"Unnnggghhhh!" he moaned through clenched teeth. "Aaaahhh! I'm cumming! Oh baby, I'm cumming!"
Everything seemed to stop as jets of steaming cum forced their way up and out of his cock and into the hotly clutching depths of Peggy's rectum. She, too, was still in the throes of her tumultuous orgasm, and the sudden ejaculation of Biff's semen into her rectum in a series of fiery spurts triggered the last irresistible spasms of her own release. It seemed as though their climax would never end, as he drove into her in slower and slower strokes.
But at last it subsided, and after a few more thrusts, he pulled his slowly softening cock out of her anus with a loud, lewd pop, and slumped forward on top of her in exhaustion. For a long moment they lay there, breathing heavily, and then Peggy pushed her spouse backward onto the bed so that she could sit up. Her rectum was sore and chafing, and she could feel his semen trickling out of it in a damp stream. Her feelings were a mixture of outrage at Biff at his violent sexual assault, and a peculiarly satisfying sense of relaxation and relief. She was trying to sort them out when her husband opened his eyes and grinned up at her.
"Hey, baby," he purred, "Maybe I should fuck you up the ass all the time. Not bad, huh?"
Biffs air of smug satisfaction aggravated his abused wife even more. He didn't seem aware, much less concerned, that his harsh treatment could actually have hurt her. Flashing him a look of anger, Peggy got up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom adjoining it.
"Biff Nolan, you're impossible!" she hurled over her shoulder.
"Whatsa matter? You dug it didn't you?"
Always the same, the curvaceous redhead thought wearily. As long as I cum, he thinks that's enough, and he's the world's greatest lover!
"Well, didn't you?" Biff persisted.
"Yeah, Biff, I dug it ... only...." her voice broke off. What was the use?
"Only what?" the nakedly reclining young mechanic asked, as though he hadn't the faintest idea what was wrong.
"Only maybe we should really think about swapping, Biff," Peggy replied, coming back into the bedroom doorway. '"Cause I just don't think one woman's enough for you. I really don't!"
* * *
For the next few days, both sets of wives and husbands contemplated the events of the superficially innocuous Saturday evening, which seemed to have set in motion a chain reaction of explosive feelings that none of them had expected. Both Jane and Peggy were somewhat cool toward their husbands after their tumultuous sexual encounters. In fact, in the Archer household, sexual matters came to a virtual standstill. Feeling somewhat shamefaced about his rash behavior, Dan waited for Jane to make the first move. She, on the other hand, felt as though she were in some sort of strange limbo.
Looking at things realistically, she knew that Dan had been practically driven to his oral rape, and that in a certain sense, she had brought it on herself by her slowness in opening herself to him sexually. Yet what could she do? It wasn't that she didn't want to make love to him. Far from it. The physical side of marriage was wonderful, and she didn't think she had any kind of serious sexual inhibition. Indeed, although her childhood had been very sheltered and innocent, she had always looked forward to discovering the depths of physical love with the man she would marry.
Yet, when she was perfectly honest with herself, she was forced to admit that deep down inside, she felt a vague sense of ... disappointment, after eighteen months of life with Dan Archer. He was, by and large, considerate, gentle and kind with her, and she was unable to explain the lack she felt, even to herself, but she knew it was there, an empty space between them that she had always assumed would be filled in one way or another.
Her sexual awareness before her marriage had consisted largely of a kind of romantic yearning, vague in nature, for the strong, assured lover who would lead her gently but firmly into all the mysteries of love and desire. Unfortunately, she had never considered the possibility that her husband would be scarcely more versed in them than she was herself, and that this would create problems. For after the initial flush of passion that she and Dan shared, they both seemed to have exhausted their resources. Their sex life was rapidly becoming repetitious and a little flat, and she didn't know why. Did it mean they didn't love each other anymore?
To add to her confusion, in the midst of her enforced cock-sucking after the get-together with the Nolans, she had actually become excited, with a wild eroticism unlike anything she had felt since the early days of their marriage. Indeed, it was even somewhat akin to the kind of feeling she had imagined long ago, though she didn't see how that was possible, given the sordid circumstances and her husband's unaccustomed brutality.
"I don't know, Peggy," she confided to her friend over coffee the following Monday morning. "Maybe I got married too young. It just seems as though I don't know anything anymore."
"Gee, honey," Biff's wife replied sympathetically, "it sounds to me as though Dan's the one who was too young. From what you say, maybe he should've ... you know ... played around a little more before he settled down."
"But I thought men just knew all those things, instinctively sort of." The naive young blonde was genuinely confused, and she looked earnestly at her slightly older friend, hoping she could shed some new light on her problems. "I mean, you and Biff don't have problems like that, do you?"
Peggy pursed her lips and took another sip of her coffee before answering thoughtfully. "Well, not exactly. like at the beginning, Biff was really great. But he'd made it with a lot of girls before he met me. He was stationed overseas when he was in the army, and from the stories he tells, he really got around." The attractive redhead smiled ruefully. "No, Biff and I have our problems, but it's not that he doesn't know his way around the bedroom. Just the opposite, in fact."
"What do you mean?"
"He's so damned aggressive, Janie. I swear, sometimes I wish we'd just do a straight missionary position, no fuss no frills. But with him it's always something new, almost as though he's got an ego thing about proving himself or something. It's funny. The other night I got to thinking it was me, and I started wishing I was more like you. It'd be nice once in awhile to be treated like ... like a China doll, instead of an old shoe."
Jane thought for a minute. Then her face crinkled into a smile. "Maybe we ought to switch husbands for a week," she joked. "I'd calm Biff down, and you'd...."
"Pep Dan up?" Peggy finished for her.
"Yes, that's it!" Jane laughed.
To her surprise, Peggy fixed her with a completely serious look. "Don't think I haven't thought of it!" she replied.
There was an awkward silence between them for a moment. Suddenly Jane had a vivid mental image of what it might be like to actually have the chance to go to bed with another man besides her husband, particularly Biff Nolan. She remembered her unexpected reaction to his kiss on the fateful Saturday night, and turned away, embarrassed and pensive. Part of her, she was shocked to realize, wanted to pursue the possibility. But she couldn't. That was wrong, wasn't it?
"Oh dear," she said nervously, rising from the chair. "I think my clothes should be out of the dryer now. I'd better go get them."
And with a peculiar kind of haste, she virtually fled from her own kitchen.
* * *
Biff and Dan were less reticent about discussing their marital problems and the possible solutions to them. Over lunch in the modern cafeteria in their section of the Cape Kennedy space complex, the two attractive young men commiserated with each other about the general unpredictability of women, and in particular, about what seemed to be the irrationality of their respective spouses.
"I know I shouldn't have flown off the handle the way I did, but Christ, Biff, I'm practically at the end of my rope. And I just can't make heads or tails out of Jane's reaction. I thought she'd be mad as hell, but she's not really, at least not the way she usually gets mad, tears and yelling and all that. She just walks around like some kind of zombie, and every once in awhile she gives me this weird look. I don't know what to make of it."
"Sounds to me like maybe she liked it," his swarthy friend replied, munching on his roast beef sandwich and assuming the air of a man of the world.
"No, I don't think that's possible. I mean most women just don't go for that kind of rough stuff."
"Are you kidding? They love it. Peggy's always giving me that line, too, but the thing that gets me is, once we're on the mattress, she wiggles and squeals like she can't get enough of it. Then later it's like nothing ever happened, and she's giving me that 'you're too violent' routine.
Dan listened, fascinated by Biff's description of his wife's performance in bed. He couldn't imagine Jane behaving that way, but the mental image of the naked Mrs. Nolan in the throes of sexual pleasure caused his cock to lurch with evil interest against the thin material of his tight trousers.
"I wish I could say I thought you were right," the troubled young husband replied, "But Janey's just not like that. She's really quiet and reserved. I just don't know how to get her going."
"Sounds to me like you were on the right track the other night. I'll bet she really dug it and was afraid to admit it. Those prim ones go off like a firecracker once you learn how to get 'em going."
"You really think so?"
"Sure. Probably what you should've done was fuck her right away, right there on the floor. Of course, I couldn't swear to it without seeing for myself. You never really know what a woman's like until you've actually fucked her." He paused for a minute. "Maybe we should try swapping." He said it casually, almost lightly, looking directly at his friend to gauge his reaction.
"You mean you with Jane and me with Peggy?"
"Sure. What do you think?"
Dan grinned. "Well it sounds good to me, but we'd never get the girls to go along with it."
"I don't know. I got a feeling Peggy might go for it. In fact she even suggested it the other night."
"She said she wanted to switch with Jane and me?" Dan's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Well, she didn't mention the two of you, it was just in general, she said that swapping might be a good idea."
"Shit, I think Janey'd go through the roof if I ever even mentioned it again."
"So don't mention it. Let it be a surprise," Biff suggested.
"Terrific. We'll serve a big cake and you'll pop out of it naked with a bell on your prick. How the hell am I gonna surprise her with a wife swap?"
"Very simple, my boy," Peggy's muscular husband replied with an air of mock superiority. "You just concentrate on Peggy, and give me a chance to be alone with Jane. Then we let nature take its course!"
CHAPTER THREE
I can't believe it. I really can't believe it, Peggy Nolan thought to herself wonderingly as she put a fresh stack of records on the phonograph in her living room and then excused herself for a moment to make a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen her makeup and calm herself down. It was the following Thursday night, and the start of a long weekend for Biff and Dan, and once again the Archers were spending the evening in the Nolan apartment. Except from what Biff had said the day before, this was definitely not going to be a night like all the others they had spent together.
He had first seriously discussed with her the idea of "swinging" with Dan and Jane on Tuesday night, cautioning her not to discuss it with Jane because Dan wanted to handle it his own way. And then yesterday, he'd told her that the Archers were definitely coming, and that Dan had said everything was "all right." Right up until the moment the doorbell rang that evening, she was certain it couldn't be true.
"It doesn't make sense," she had declared as she put out a tray of canapes on the buffet in the dining room. "How on earth did Dan talk
Jane into it?"
"Honey, all I know is he said everything was okay," Biff replied innocently. "He didn't tell me the details."
The attractive redhead applied a light coating of translucent powder to her ivory complexion and smoothed away a smudge of mascara at the corner of her almost-shaped green eyes. "Well, I guess you never know," she murmured philosophically, stepping back to survey her appearance in the full-length bathroom mirror. Dan and Jane were definitely here, and her blonde, blue-eyed friend was as cool as a cucumber. She herself, by contrast, definitely had a case of butterflies in the stomach which seemed to worsen every time Jane's tall, wiry husband looked at her with his soft brown eyes. He definitely seemed to be one hundred percent in favor of a little action, judging from the way his eyes roved over her ripely curving figure, and the thick outline of his apparently ample cock in what seemed to be full erection inside his tight-fitting slacks.
In fact, the main reason why Peggy had retreated momentarily to the relative calm of the bathroom was because she felt a bit like a schoolgirl at her first dance, and in addition to checking out her appearance, she wanted to sneak a few puffs of a joint to relax herself. Biff had insisted on rolling them, even though Peggy was sure they'd never get their naive neighbors to go that far. Now, however, she was glad he had, for the thick, sweet-smelling smoke curling down into her lungs like a gentle fog was just what she needed to calm her steadily rising excitement.
From the living room, she could hear the sound of a popular rock record beginning as well as the laughter of her husband, and she decided it was time to be getting back. Surveying herself in the mirror, she decided that she was pleased with the say she looked. The green silk dress she had chosen for the evening dipped in front in a low "vee" that revealed the dark tempting line of cleavage between her proudly up-thrust young breasts and set off the emerald color of her eyes and the golden brown of her suntan to perfection. Its knee-length skirt swirled gracefully around her shapely legs, which were clad only in a pair of delicate gold thong sandals. Dan Archer liked the way she looked, too, she was sure of it.
"Well, Peggy," she murmured to her reflection, "no sense in putting it off any longer." Taking one last drag on the tightly rolled marijuana cigarette, she squeezed it out, saved the remainder for later and made her way back into the living room.
No sooner had she reached the doorway than she was swept into the arms of Dan Archer who whirled her around the living room until she was breathless with laughter. Biff and Jane were dancing exuberantly at one end of the room or rather, Jane was dancing while Biff, whistling appreciatively, clapped time, his eyes wandering with frank interest over Jane's lithe young body as she wriggled and twisted in time to the music. Dan's young wife loved to dance, and urged on by the potent drinks Biff kept putting in her glass, she was rapidly losing all inhibition, much to the delight of her prospective sex partner.
A moment later, however, after a brief pause, the music changed to a slow number, and Peggy's husband drew Dan's wife into his arms before the young blonde even had a chance to protest. Hesitating only an instant longer, Dan followed suit and held out his arms to Peggy. Her heart beating faster, the curvaceous redhead accepted his invitation, slipping into place and letting her body sway sensuously to the lush strings of an orchestral arrangement of a popular song.
Dan's own heart beat faster as he held his friend's wife close, savoring the musky scent of her perfume and the satiny texture of her supple back under his hand. Biff had told him to concentrate on Peggy, and just after they came in the door that night, his friend had silently given him the high sign that everything was fine. The knowledge that, if all went well, he would soon be making love to the attractive redhead acted on his brain like a potent aphrodisiac, and he could feel his cock throbbing like a jungle drum against his thigh as he drew her closer. As they turned, he could see that Biff was maneuvering Jane toward the balcony where for the first time, the two couples would be out of each other's sight. He was a little concerned about how his naive young wife might react when Biff made his move, but not so concerned that he lost track of his steadily rising ardor for his co-worker's sensual wife. The dazzling redhead's undulating body felt like liquid mercury as they danced, subtly writhing their bodies closer and closer together, suggestively touching now and then as desire rose between them with mounting urgency.
"It's nice dancing with you, Dan," Peggy whispered into his ear. "We should have done this a long time ago."
"I think you're right," the young mechanic replied, letting himself drift into the spell of sensuality. They let their bodies cling together as the music lulled them steadily into a mood of teasing lust. Closing their eyes, they forgot about their respective spouses in the awakening of a new sexual excitement.
Meanwhile, Biff had maneuvered Jane out onto the balcony, holding her tightly, insistently, his large, strong hands curling tightly around her slim waist. For a few moments the intoxicated young blonde found herself overpowered in the arms of Peggy's muscular husband and was scarcely aware that they were now out on the small balcony, out of sight of the others. But as Biff leaned down and began to kiss her hungrily on her red-tinted lips, her sense of reality returned, and she found herself pulling away from the lusty space-mechanic, a strange knot of tension and fear beginning to gnaw in her stomach.
"Biff, don't," the young blonde wife murmured, trying to keep a light-hearted tone as she edged away from Biff and moved to the balcony rail. "You're crazy, you know that?" She gazed out at the view, trying to avoid him, and let her eyes take in the enchanting sight of the moonlit Atlantic Ocean. In the distance she could see the Space Center and a gleaming new Apollo rocket standing like a silvery sentinel, a shining needle in the night.
"Crazy, am I?" Biff replied, moving slowly up behind her. His cock was pulsing with excitement in the tight crotch of his slacks, already hot with anticipation at the thought of fucking his co-worker's succulently desirable young wife. Yet he knew that Jane was unaware of the plan he, Dan and Peggy had agreed to, and that if he moved too fast with the blue-eyed girl it could spoil the whole evening. Subtlety was not one of the muscular young Irishman's strong points, for he was used to having his way and much preferred a direct, earthy approach, particularly to sex. Still, he tried to restrain his animal drives as he moved carefully up behind the blonde wife of his co-worker while she stood, seemingly unaware of him, at the balcony. Finally Biff came close enough to put his hands on her whitely curving shoulders. Jane jumped slightly at this contact yet remained with her back to him as he softly squeezed the naked flesh of her shoulders and then leaned down to lightly kiss the nape of her neck.
"Oh, Biff ... what in the world are you doing?" she asked, a trace of unmistakable nervousness in her voice.
"What does it seem like I'm doing?"
The blonde wife laughed anxiously.
"What would Peggy say if she saw us?"
"Peggy doesn't give a damn." Biff continued to lick and kiss the back of her neck and shoulders, hoping to rouse the attractive female and smooth the way for the first night of swapping.
For the first time Jane began to grow seriously alarmed about what was happening and wished she hadn't worn the low-cut, cream-colored mini-dress that Dan had insisted upon. She felt almost naked, particularly with Biff behaving so strangely. Something was wrong, she had felt it from the first moment she walked into the Nolan's apartment that night, almost as if there was something going on that she hadn't been told about. Then, for the first time, with a jolting stab of realization, Dan's young wife wondered if there was a swapping agreement, an agreement she hadn't been informed of.
"Why ... why do you say Peggy wouldn't care?" she asked tensely.
"Cause she's all wrapped up with interests of her own, Biff replied casually, letting his hand slide down the curving form of the young wife's supple body. "Take a look inside."
Turning, Jane glanced through the glass sliding doors of the balcony and had to suppress a cry of dismay at what she saw; her husband was locked in a tight embrace with Peggy Nolan, kissing her passionately, hungrily, in the softly-lit living room, their bodies pressing together in unmistakable lust. Dan's wife was numb for a moment, scarcely able to comprehend what she saw, confused and scared at the same time.
"Biff ... what is this? What's going on?"
"Aw, come on, Janie, I don't have to spell it out for you, do I?"
He pulled the ravishing young wife close to him, forcing her to face him now. His muscular arms encircled her and suddenly he clamped his thick, eager lips down on hers, kissing her with the full force of his brute ardor. For a moment Dan's wife was so shocked by what was happening that she could only let herself be helplessly carried away by the space-mechanic's rough kiss, but in the next moment a wave of terror and fear tore through her, and she pulled away fiercely, her blue eyes blazing with resentment.
"How dare you!" she hissed. "You've all decided to have a swap tonight, haven't you? Without telling me? Haven't you?"
Biff smiled, almost sheepishly, as the enraged blonde pulled away, confronting him.
"Yeah ... you guessed it Jane."
"But ... but why didn't you talke to me about it? Why is it happening like this?"
"Aw, well I guess we were afraid you wouldn'g go along. But hell, Janie, I knew that if you just got in the mood, you'd see that it was all harmless; there's nothing to be scared of."
"And Dan? Did Dan agree to do this without telling me?"
"Hell, he practically suggested it!"
Jane couldn't believe it! How could her own husband have forced her into this situation without so much as once asking her about it or preparing her? She felt betrayed and resentful and deeply embarrassed for being put into this position with their closest friends. How could she ever face them again after this? How could she go on from here?
At that moment Biff, a wide smile on his lips, began to advance once more towards the disturbed young wife.
"No need to get all upset, babe, just join the party," he said, convinced that his personal charisma was enough to banish the blonde girl's fears.
"Don't you touch me," she snapped suddenly, "Don't you come near me!"
Dan's young wife moved quickly away from the muscular space-mechanic and ran into the living room, interrupting Dan and Peggy's torrid embrace.
"Dan!" she cried, hot tears of disbelief and anxiety blurring her blue eyes, "How could you do this to me? How could you? You arranged this, all of you, without telling me!"
At her remark, Peggy turned to Dan, her eyes flashing in anger.
"Dan! You didn't tell Jane about this? Oh! You men!"
The brown-haired space-mechanic shrugged his shoulders guiltily then went toward the trembling figure of his wife and attempted to embrace her.
"I'm sorry honey, but...."
But Jane suddenly burst into tears and slipped away from him, finally collapsing miserably into a large-cushioned chair, weeping bitterly. At that moment Biff appeared from the balcony and the two husbands glanced at each other helplessly.
"Oh, honestly!" Biff's red-haired wife said, glaring at the two men with disgust. Then she quickly moved to her weeping blonde friend, sat next to her and put her arms around her shoulders with maternal tenderness. "Janie, I had no idea they didn't warn you. Really, honey. I'm so sorry this had to happen."
"Peggy, I feel so awful," the blonde wife blurted through her tears.
"I'm sure you do. Listen, come with me into the bedroom for a minute. Come on."
Jane let herself be guided out of the chair towards the bedroom, grateful for Peggy's help.
"Is there anything we can do?" Biff asked, feeling like a guilty schoolboy.
"I think you've both done quite enough already," his wife snapped. "Now you two just stay out of this and let me talk to Jane." With a last angry glance at her husband, Peggy guided Jane out of the living room down the hall toward the bedroom.
Dan sat down on the sofa, disturbed that things had worked out so badly.
"Shit," he said, "I didn't think she'd go off the deep end like this."
"Ah, don't worry about it," his co-worker said, sitting across from him and taking an irregular-looking hand-rolled cigarette from a container on the glass-topped coffee table. "Let Peggy handle it. Jane's just scared, that's all. She'll be all right. Just leave it to that wife of mine. Now, how about relaxing and having a smoke."
"A cigarette? No. Not now."
"No, not a cigarette. Maryjane! Some grass!"
"Grass? You mean marijuana? I never knew you smoked that stuff!"
"Sure, just now and then. Why not? It's a hell of a lot of fun. And man, for sex there's nothin' better! Peggy and I didn't want to mention it before, but I think this is as good a time as any."
"Yeah, but isn't that stuff illegal?"
"Listen, so was alcohol during prohibition. Don't worry about it, just try it!"
At first Dan was reluctant to take the tightly rolled cigarette his friend offered him, yet after consideration he decided to try it. After all, it looked like the projected swapping party was a bust so maybe he should make the best of a bad situation.
"Ah, let me try it. Why the hell not."
"That's the spirit," Biff replied, lighting a match and extending it towards the strange 'cigarette.'
* * *
Inside the bedroom, meanwhile, Jane was lying face down on the wide queen-size bed, weeping softly while her red-haired friend sat next to her, trying to console the miserable young wife. Peggy was furious that neither Dan or Biff had taken the trouble to tell Jane what was going to happen. She had always loved the pretty blonde girl, for Jane was the best female friend she had ever had. And now she felt closer to her than ever and wanted to make sure that nothing happened to the friendship.
"Janie, it's okay. It was stupid of Dan not to say anything. I didn't know they hadn't told you. Believe me, I thought you knew. Otherwise...."
"Oh Peggy, I'm glad to hear that." It was a relief, at least, that her friend hadn't been part of the conspiracy. "But I don't think I can go through with it ... I'm ... I'm scared...."
"Believe me there's nothing to be scared about. You've got something all built up in your mind like it's the end of the world or something. But Janie, you don't have to be afraid of having fun or of sex ... or of your own body."
Dan's young wife knew that there was truth to what her friend was saying. She had always had difficulty just letting go and enjoying herself, particularly where sex was concerned.
"Have ... have you ever done this before, Peggy?"
"No, this is my first time, too ... but honey, I look at it this way: we're all good friends. We like each other ... I don't know, love each other maybe. Maybe we're making the biggest mistake of our lives doing this, but I feel it's worth a try. Because it's always there in the back of our minds, and it always will be there unless we deal with it directly."
The red-haired female gently stroked the short-cropped blonde hair of her best friend, feeling uncommonly affectionate toward her, like a mother or an older sister. She wanted to help Jane in any way she could and show her that she loved her. It was strange, but in that moment she could almost have ... almost have made love to Jane! It was a strange notion, and yet, out of the sympathy she felt for Dan's wife, an odd kind of desire and warmth was rippling through her ripely curving body, a rising outpouring of love that seemed to want to express itself in physical ways.
Maybe if I could get her to relax with me, she thought inwardly, with my body, maybe she wouldn't be so afraid of trying a swap. It's crazy, but maybe...
"Listen, Janie, I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do. We don't have to hurry this thing."
Listening to her red-haired friend talk made things seem more clear to the young wife. She knew she was acting practically like a high school virgin. After all, Peggy seemed to take it in her stride, the lively redhead didn't seem to think twice about something like swapping and seemed no worse off for her sexual attitudes. Maybe, Jane realized, something like a swap would actually help she and Dan with their marital difficulties. Somehow she had always managed to shift the blame to her handsome young husband as the cause of their sexual awkwardness, side-stepping her own prudishness. But still, the thought of letting Biff Nolan make love to her made chills of terror ripple through her slender young frame.
"Oh, Peggy," she moaned, her face still buried in the pillow, "I want to let go ... really ... but I'm just too afraid. I always get scared at the last minute...."
"Well, maybe I've got something that can help you," the redhead answered. Casually opening a small drawer in the nightstand next to the bed, she withdrew a hand-rolled cigarette, similar to the one Biff had offered Dan. "I want you to try something, Jane. A special kind of Mexican cigarette. I think it will relax you. Then we'll see what happens. Will you try it?"
"Peggy," the blonde young wife replied, turning her tear-stained face up to her buxom friend, "at this point, I'll try anything."
* * *
Meanwhile, in the living room, Biff was carefully instructing Dan in the ritual of smoking marijuana.
"Just inhale deeply and take the smoke all the way in. I think you'll dig it."
"Have you been using this stuff a long time?" Dan asked, after taking a long drag on the cigarette and passing it back to Biff.
"Long enough."
After a few drags, Jane's young husband found himself feeling light-headed, almost weightless.
"Kind of nice," he murmured. A euphoric feeling seemed to insinuate itself through his muscular body, and he was startled to discover that after a few minutes the living room looked different, somehow brighter. And Biff the outlines of his body were becoming liquid and his features were changing. Somehow it all seemed perfectly natural and quite pleasant.
"Did you say something, Biff?" he asked suddenly.
"Not a thing, man," his friend replied, a broad smile on his lips. "Not a thing."
* * *
"Janie, come over to the mirror. I want to show you something."
Peggy had watched her friend smoke the entire marijuana joint while she had smoked one herself. The blonde young girl seemed definitely more relaxed now, and she offered no resistance as Peggy led her across the bedroom to the large, full-length mirror. She felt strange but not at all uncomfortable as though she'd had a little too much to drink but not enough to make her drunk, just tipsy and pleasantly high. The soft scent of Peggy's perfume reached her nostrils. It was like a flower garden, and she smiled warmly to herself.
"You smell good," she murmured, inhaling deeply.
"So do you," Peggy replied, standing next to her with an arm around her shoulders. "Good enough to eat."
Her friend's words struck Dan's wife as extraordinarily funny, and she broke into peals of laughter until she had to lean on her friend for support. She couldn't imagine why she suddenly felt so good, so light. Only minutes before, her whole life had seemed to be turning into a nightmare, but now everything seemed wonderful.
Peggy was laughing, too, although inwardly her mind was spinning with plans. She had decided that she would have to take matters into her own hands to break through Jane's fears, and although she knew what she had in mind could make matters even worse, there was a good chance that it would work. Things were too far gone now to call it a day. The two couples would probably lose complete contact if the matter ended where it was. No, further steps had to be taken, and mentally the seductive redhead crossed her fingers and hoped that what she was about to do would, as she hoped, help the situation.
"You watch in the mirror, Jane," she said softly, "I'm going to show you something." Standing behind the stoned young blonde, Peggy slowly began to slip the cream-colored minidress from Jane's softly curving body, gently lowering the dress down until it was completely removed; Jane, completely absorbed in the sensations of pleasure and delight that coursed through her body, offered no resistance and instead watched, fascinated.
"See how pretty you are?" Peggy murmured, running her tapering fingers over Jane's smooth, sloping shoulders and down the sides of her arms; her downy blonde hair was soft under her hands. Dan's wife felt delicious little tremors everywhere her friend's hands touched her, and the balmy night air, drifting through the partly opened window of the bedroom, felt lovely on her nakedly exposed skin.
"Mnnnnn," she sighed, closing her eyes and letting her head roll lazily on her shoulders. "That feels good."
"I want you to feel good, Janie. I want to make you feel good." The tenderly stroking redhead brushed aside her friend's short blonde curls and lightly, imperceptibly, began to run her tongue down the side of the other girl's neck.
It was strange how things were working out, the voluptuous redhead realized, for her affection toward Jane was growing stronger and stronger, to the point where physical contact was the most natural thing in the world. Peggy knew that her blonde friend had been scared by Biff's crude approach, and with a little tenderness perhaps she wouldn't be so afraid to let go. Biff's wife had never been so intimate with a woman before, and yet it all felt familiar and perfectly natural. She wanted to touch Jane, to hold her, comfort her, even ... even kiss her ... and yes, perhaps even make love to her. Irresistible feelings of love and desire seemed to radiate to every part of her sun-bronzed body as she gently caressed her pretty blonde girl friend and licked her lightly on the skin.
Jane laughed a little and stretched as Peggy unhooked her brassiere and slipped it off. Opening her eyes, she was fascinated by the sight of her own body reflected in the mirror, and curiously, she reached up and touched the soft fullness of the underside of her breasts. She had almost never allowed herself to touch herself like that or look at her own body in the mirror. But now, under the calming, euphoric influence of the drug, she felt wonderfully liberated and alive. She loved the way Peggy was playing with her naked body, it seemed so natural and so pleasant. At that moment she wanted to return her friend's affection and let all the warm emotion she felt toward Biff's red-haired wife express itself physically. But, she thought, that's wrong, isn't it? Sinful even? But oh, it felt so good.
"Oh Peggy," she whispered, "it feels so wonderful when you touch me like that. I've ... I've never felt this way before."
"Honey, you've got a gorgeous body. Really. You know, sometimes I think you're too afraid of it." Tenderly, Peggy placed her own hands over Jane's and began to knead and manipulate the firmly swelling mounds. The blonde young wife sighed as a ripple of arousal flowed through her. Unconsciously, still under the spell of the drug, she began to turn her body this way and that, arching her back to emphasize the fullness of her roundly curving breasts.
Peggy was pleased and somewhat surprised as Dan's wife seemed to offer no resistance at all now. Good old grass, she thought to herself, it works every time. Her own sense of drug-heightened desire was beginning to mount in her lushly endowed body, and the redheaded female longed to be out of her own clothes. But she knew better than to rush things. This was a very special night, and she wanted to let things happen naturally.
Gently, she slipped her thumbs under the tight elastic waistband of Jane's white nylon panties and slowly eased them down over her smoothly curving hips and thighs until they fell in a heap around her ankles. Her own breathing began to come faster and faster at the sight of her friend's completely naked body, the white skin gleaming like marble in the soft light of the bedroom. Quickly, Peggy unzipped her own dress and pulled it lightly over her shoulders and off. She was wearing only a pair of blue-silk bikini panties underneath. Leaving her friend for a moment, she carefully placed her dress over a chair, along with Jane's then took another marijuana cigarette from the drawer and lit it.
"Here," she said, gliding smoothly across the room to where Jane was still mesmerized before the mirror. "Have a little more."
Dan's wife's eyes were glazed and dreamy as she turned to her friend. She felt as though she were floating, and Peggy also seemed to be outside of gravity, an apparition from another world. At first Jane was slightly startled to see her friend almost completely naked, her scarlet hair cascading down in long waves over her tawny shoulders. But, thanks to the drug, she accepted her friend's nakedness as unconsciously as she accepted her own. All her sense of fear had seemed to vanish by magic, and she had nearly forgotten that their scheming husbands had tried to maneuver her into a swap.
She accepted the joint with one hand and with the other, almost unconsciously reached out and touched her red-haired friend's long, silky hair. Her heart began to beat faster as she took a deep puff on the cigarette. Her sense of right and wrong seemed less potent than before, leaving her aware only of the sense of pleasure that pervaded her body as she lightly stroked Peggy's hair then experimentally lowered her hand to touch her ripe, full breast.
Peggy drew in her breath sharply at her friend's touch. She could feel their mutual excitement; it was almost tangible in the air of the softly lighted bedroom. Without knowing why, she took Jane's pretty face in her hands, slowly drawing her closer and then pressed her lips against Dan's wife in a long, tender kiss.
Jane was momentarily shocked at the sensation of smooth, feminine lips against her own; Petty was so smooth, so soft, so gentle ... she was only dimly aware, through her thick, drug-induced haze, that she was actually kissing the wife of her husband's co-worker. Yet there was a quality of Tightness about it that warded off the stabs of fear that had taken hold of her when Biff had made his advances. But still, her anxiety was strong enough to make her pull away momentarily, glancing up like a small child into the face of her red-haired friend.
"Peggy ... Peggy, why are you doing this?"
"Because I love you, honey. And because I don't want you to be afraid of me and Biff. I want to be more than just your friend, I want to be like a sister to you ... and maybe ... maybe even more than that. Don't be afraid. Trust me. There's nothing in the world to be afraid of."
In that moment Jane knew that Peggy wanted to make love to her, and yet, with this warm female, she strangely felt no terror. Biff's wife's eyes were so soft, shining with a gentle green radiance that seemed to banish all fear from the young wife's mind. No, strange as it seemed, the idea of making love to her friend filled her with an odd kind of joy, stronger than any reservation she might have had. Her drug-fogged mind made little shivers of pleasure and desire sizzle through her nakedly exposed frame, and everything in her longed to drift into Peggy's tender embrace.
"I trust you, Peggy," she whispered, finally. "Show me what I have to do."
Smiling with infinite warmth, the red-haired female took a step backwards and slowly lowered her panties until she, too, was fully naked. Then she reached out tenderly and pulled Jane into a close embrace, luxuriating in the pleasure of their bare soft breasts rubbing against each others' as she undulated sensually against Jane's body.
Dan's wife worked her trembling hands upward between their tightly locked bodies until she found the full mounds of Peggy's ripely swelling breasts. She touched the wide soft nipples and wondered in awe as they grew wrinkled and taut under her touch. They seemed to function all by themselves. Her own nipples, too, she realized, were growing hard as Peggy began to manipulate the rosy tips, running the palms of her hands over them until they stood up in tight little points. Then Biffs wife bent down and took her friend's trembling nipples between her lips, sucking and biting them, sending shivers of warm excitement through Jane's entire body.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, running her hands through the flaming strands of Peggy's hair, which brushed silkily over the nakedly exposed skin of her breasts and stomach. It was as if she were lost in a wonderful sensuous dream, far from the everyday world of the Space Center. She was an exotic, passionate creature who lived only for pleasure. Glancing to one side, Dan's wife could see their reflection in the mirror. There she was, completely naked with Peggy falling to her knees in front of her, running her hands over the firm, slightly rounded contours of the drugged blonde's belly and then down over her smoothly tapering thighs. It was unreal, as though Jane had suddenly become a priestess or an ancient love goddess. The image excited her, and she found herself growing increasingly aroused as Peggy's tongue began to flick lightly over her abdomen, sending licking little flames of lewd desire shooting throughout her body.
Peggy stood up suddenly, and Jane saw the dark, coppery triangle of her pubic hair standing out in sharp relief against her friend's golden skin. Biff's wife stared at her, her eyes bright with desire. She hadn't expected that her own reaction would be so strong, so potent, but the fact was that she was trembling with desire for the short-haired blonde girl, and that her experiment to relax Jane was working equally well with her. It was the first time she had made Sapphic overtures to another woman, although she had seen enough of it in some of those films that were so popular now and read about it in the books that Biff kept bringing home to "spice things up," as her over-eager husband always put it. She had meant only to make Dan's wife more comfortable, to prepare her for a swapping scene, but now, more than anything in the world, she wanted to make love to her friend, and instinctively, because she harbored no fear about sex, she knew just what to do. Taking Jane's hand, Peggy led her to the bed and gently eased her back on it, lying down beside her. She separated the young blonde's legs with her hands and began running her fingers through the golden curls of Jane's pubic hair, all the while murmuring velvety endearments in her ear.
"Jane, I've never felt quite this way before ... even with Biff ... but it feels so right ... so damn right...."
"For me, too," her friend whispered back, "in fact, it feels wonderful." Light, tingling sensations of pure pleasure were twining through her tawny naked body, and the young wife felt overwhelming affection for her red-haired companion. A world seemed to be opening up to her that she never knew existed. She and Peggy were on the brink of something forbidden, even sinful, and yet Jane knew that nothing in the world could stop her now. There was a feeling of inevitability about the whole thing, and if she couldn't bear the idea of making love with Biff, she saw no reason not to try it with Peggy. Her friend was right, she was too scared, too afraid of everything. But now she wasn't. She wasn't afraid of anything!
"Oh, Peggy ... Peggy," she murmured lovingly.
Inwardly thrilled by her response, Biffs wife began to probe her middle finger along the warmly pulsing flesh of Jane's vaginal outer lips, stroking back and forth over the whole expanse, her fingers brushing against the warm moistness of the pussy entrance and the quivering hardness of her tiny clitoris. Peggy knew that even though this was the first time for both of them, unconsciously she herself had wanted this for a long time. Out of the desire to help her friend, she had made a startling personal discovery: that she wanted to make love to Jane Archer. A sense of relief and joy pervaded her with every instinctive move she made with Dan's honey-blonde wife, and it was as if this was something she had been preparing for without knowing it.
Without abandoning her hold on Jane's nakedly submissive body, Peggy shifted her position on the bed so that she was kneeling up between her friend's lewdly spread legs. Using both hands, the curious redhead began to separate the hair-lined lips that rimmed Jane's tight little vagina. The flesh of her pussy was a deep pink hue, almost lavender in her present excited state. A few droplets of moisture had seeped out of the inner passage and trickled down towards her anus, darkly concealed between the voluptuous mounds of her buttocks.
The excited redhead spread her friend's thighs as wide as they would go and suddenly lowered her face downward into the tempting golden triangle, pressing her friend's thighs against her flushed cheeks and burying herself in the warm wetness of her cuntal flesh. She immediately loved the heady aroma of Jane's aroused body, and the feel of the softly resilient flesh. Her pink tongue snaked out suddenly and ran up and down the whole length of Jane's blonde-trimmed pussy-lips.
"Aaaahhh!" Jane groaned suddenly, half in ecstasy, half in surprise as Peggy's hot wet tongue darted teasingly around her vulnerable cunt. For a moment her body struggled to pull away, as a wave of old terror tried to take over, yet in the next instant, aided by the strong marijuana, a euphoric cloud of delight enveloped her, a feeling so strong that she was overwhelmed by the magic sense of pleasure it brought. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, and in the presence of such ravishing excitement she could only surrender to its insistent force. "Oooooh ... Oooohhh...."
* * *
"What the hell are those two doing in there?" Biff wondered lazily. He and Dan were sprawled in a drug stupor in the living room, waiting to see what would happen next.
"Damned if I know," Jane's husband remarked. He had almost lost consciousness of time and place since smoking the marijuana joints, and his body felt light, relaxed and buoyant. Yet still, he hadn't forgotten that Jane's reaction to the swap had been extremely negative and that neither he or Biff knew where to go from here. "Maybe we should go in and take a look."
Dan got up suddenly, but was struck by a wave of dizziness and almost fell over as he got to his feet. The room seemed to be going around, and he had to support himself momentarily against the wall.
"Easy there," Biff cautioned, as he rose from the couch, although much slower, being more familiar with the effects of the drug. Together the two young husbands made their way toward the small hallway that led down to the bedroom. As they approached the door, they heard squeals of pleasure, and they both stopped short, puzzled.
"What the fuck goes on?" Peggy's husband wondered aloud.
"Damned if I know."
Their curiosity piqued, Biff motioned for his friend to be very quiet, and together they approached the bedroom door and silently pushed it open. Both men's eyes widened in disbelief at what they saw. Peggy and Jane were in the middle of the huge double bed, locked in a lewd sixty-nine position, lapping eagerly at each other's naked cunts, clutching at each other's gleaming bodies with their hands and moaning and twisting in what looked like rapt ecstasy!
"I must be hallucinating," Dan murmured in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes and tried to clarify his focus, but the lewdly exciting scene was still taking place. Peggy and Jane were eating each other out and showing every sign of enjoying it!
"Goddamn!" Biff remarked, his jaw hanging in astonishment. "Goddamn!"
It was the last thing in the world he expected to see, and after the initial shocked surprise, the muscular space-mechanic's penis gave an excited lurch at the obscene sight. He'd never seen such a tantalizing array of breasts and buttocks and naked pussies. His wife was straddled now over Jane's blonde-framed face, her own face buried up between Dan's wife's legs which were spread wide in obscene sexual abandon as Jane pulled her friend down further on her eagerly lapping mouth.
A hot spasm of arousal tore through Biff and feverishly his hands reached for the zipper of his fly to free his already bulging cock from the confines of his trousers. He clasped it eagerly in his fist, bending his knees a little and arching his back to push it forward as he began manipulating it obscenely up and down, feeling his balls begin to tighten and throb as he did so.
Dan, on the other hand, was still totally absorbed in the sight of his formerly prim wife writhing in torrid lesbian abandon with his co-worker's spouse. It was unbelievable! But there it was, not only astonishing, even shocking, but undeniably exciting too. His thick penis began to lurch wildly in his trousers at the incredibly erotic sight on the bed; at that moment he turned and was astonished to see his friend gleefully masturbating while his dark eyes bugged out in lusty appreciation.
"What the hell are you doing, Biff?" Dan asked, startled by his friend's behavior.
"Pullin' my joint, man! What are you waiting for? The action's started! It's every man for himself now!"
Dan stood dumbstruck for a moment; then a broad smile spread across his face. In the next moment he had quickly pulled out his own thickly extended penis and began to happily jerk it up and down while his wife and Biffs lapped excitedly at each other's pussies.
If Peggy and Jane had noticed their arrival on the scene, they showed no sign that it disturbed them. Their naked bodies, gleaming with passion-induced perspiration, continued to undulate obscenely together as both females began to experience orgasm together. They moaned and writhed ecstatically as their eager mouths pressed hungrily into each other's wildly throbbing pussies. Biff's wife's whitely gleaming buttocks bobbed up and down in stark contrast with her tan as she crushed her cunt against Jane's whirling, ramming tongue. Her vaginal passage heaved with pleasure as climax after climax began to shudder through her hot moist cuntal walls.
"MMMNNNNGRRRNNNN!" she moaned into Dan's wife's wetly throbbing pussy flesh. She was thrilled to the core of her being, for the sensations she experienced were totally new and beyond her wildest expectations.
Jane, too, was experiencing overwhelming release as she drove her tongue into Peggy's steaming pussy flesh with instinctive expertise. A whole new world had opened up for her, sensations she never knew existed now sizzled wildly in her twisting young body, and for the first time in her life she abandoned herself completely to the pleasures of the flesh. It was ironic, she knew, that this unexpected passionate encounter with the wife of her husband's best friend could have led her to finally release her deepest needs, but it was true. Wonderfully true! She had finally broken through years of sexual anxiety in the arms of Peggy Nolan! Now her vagina hummed joyously in release as waves of orgasmic heat rolled through her loins. She was cumming! Cumming fully, with a sense of relief and happiness that she had never known before! And with a woman!
"Rrrrgghhh!" she moaned, shivering in orgasmic convulsion. "Nnnggh!"
Watching at the doorway, Jane's husband felt himself break out in a sweat as he watched the two women making love. His thickly swollen penis was an angry purplish color, and his hot male seed was straining desperately for release. He felt it coiling like a spring deep within his balls, all ready to gush outward in a matter of seconds. The marijuana he had smoked earlier made him aware of every nuance of pleasure with a clarity he had never known before. He had never seen his cock so thickly distended; it looked like a ramrod, upright and powerful. He wanted to plunge it immediately into something soft, fuck it relentlessly up into a tightly grasping little female pussy.
At that moment, Biff, as if reading his friend's mind, grunted excitedly from his position next to him.
"Shit! What the hell are we beating our meat in the hallway for? Let's go in and join the fun!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Dan didn't need any extended urging. He flung open the door and was quickly inside the bedroom, ripping off his clothes as he went. His already naked co-worker was right behind him.
Their wives, meantime, were rocking excitedly in the grips of their titanic mutual orgasm. Jane was moaning endlessly now, like a delighted little animal, and Peggy's voice joined hers, rising in a high-pitched wail. Their bodies began thrashing furiously on the wide bed, the only thing keeping them together being the tight grasp each woman had around the other's hips. They rolled over and over on the bed, feeling their simultaneous orgasms taking them up, up into an all-enveloping, mind-shattering delight where they drifted for an instant, moaning in pleasure, melding into one cataclysmic climax.
Dan's wife's eyes were closed. She was floating, incredibly free of the cares that had plagued her before. Peggy, too, her head resting lightly on Jane's thigh, felt unutterably content. She rolled over languorously on the bed, stretching, and then opened her eyes.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, startled at the sight that greeted her. "Jane, honey, I think we've got some company."
Dan's wife opened her eyes in time to see the two men, now totally naked, approaching the bed.
"How long have you guys been watching?" she asked, feeling very awkward, and wishing she could cover herself with a sheet.
"Long enough, Janie!" Biff remarked gleefully. "Guess you changed your mind, huh?"
At first the blonde wife didn't know quite what he meant, but then, in a rush of memory, she realized that all this had begun when she had refused his advances as part of a swap. She turned quickly to Peggy for help.
"What do we do now?" she asked.
"Well," the redhead said thoughtfully, "from the looks of these two, I think maybe we better try that swap. What do you think? Can you make it?"
Jane gazed up into Peggy's warm green eyes. For a moment she wanted to run away, as she had done the first time, but she realized that after her torrid experience with her friend she now felt unafraid, in fact she was actually primed for the forbidden experiment.
"Okay," she said, "I'll try it."
"Whoopee!" Biff yelped happily, like a drunken cowboy. Turning, he grabbed Dan's hand and shook it vigorously. "Good luck, man. See you at the finish line."
In the next moment the two men clambered eagerly onto the wide bed, each heading for the other's spouse. Jane, seeing Biff approach her so eagerly, drew back slightly in alarm. He knelt before her on the bed, looking even more massive and muscular than he did when he was dressed. His stiff, blood-engorged cock stood up sharply from the jungle-like tangle of his black pubic hair, the veins swollen and distended. She could see a few drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
"What ... what do you want me to do?" she asked timidly.
"Mmmmmm, how about rollin' over on your belly, okay?"
"I ... I...." but before the apprehensive blonde wife could reply, Biff had gripped her warmly throbbing young body with his strong hands and had turned her over on the bed, quickly positioning her in a kneeling position. Jane turned to her right, hoping to contact Dan for help, but she could see that her husband and Peggy were quickly absorbed in their own pleasure.
Biff's co-worker had slipped quickly into the open arms of the eager redhead. There had always been a deep, unspoken attraction between the two of them, and now, the way cleared for the swapping experiment thanks to Peggy's unexpected seduction of Jane, the lean, curly-haired space technician abandoned himself to the heated desire that held his mind and body in its sway. Within seconds he and Peggy were kissing hungrily on the bed, hardly conscious of what the other two were up to. Their lips burned together with hot messages of lust, and their naked bodies writhed in aching longing, while their hands eagerly explored each other's hotly naked bodies. Biff's wife explored every inch of Dan's tight, hard body, then reached down greedily to grasp the fleshy stiffness of his ragingly erect cock, letting her palms rub sensuously over the pulsing sac of his balls.
Stabs of lust pierced the young husband's loins and thundered through his body with overwhelming intensity. The sense of exhilaration he experienced, now that he was free to explore the body of his co-worker's wife, charged him with lusty excitement. There was a sense of newness and fresh vitality in having another beautiful woman to love, and the pleasure was doubled in the fact that he did not have to do it on the sly. This was an open experiment, in which both couples could explore sexuality with each other's spouses. Maybe the future would present problems, but for the present, Dan knew, it was fantastic! With a deep moan of pleasure, he buried his face greedily between the deeply-cleft mounds of Peggy's voluptuous breasts and ran his lewdly sucking mouth over first one and then the other, every part of his nakedly aroused body burning with unleashed passion.
Peggy, meanwhile, was nearly delirious with sensual delight; she gripped one of Jane's husband's hands and placed it directly on the madly throbbing mound of her vaginal triangle. At once, Dan stiffened his middle finger and began to burrow it lewdly up into her already moistened cuntal interior. Thanks to the wild tongue-fucking between the two wives, his extended finger slid easily all the way up inside. He began to rotate it into the rapidly widening interior while still sucking, biting, and slavering wetly over her warmly heaving breasts.
Beside them on the bed, Biff was preparing to skewer Dan's wife dog-fashion as she knelt nervously before him on the bed. Jane's eyes were shut, and she was wishing that Peggy's husband would make love to her the way Dan was doing to Peggy. But Biff seemed to be in no mood for foreplay. Certainly Jane didn't need it, for the encounter with Biff's red-haired wife had brought her to the aching pinnacle of passion, and her naked young body still sizzled with burning excitement. Still, she had never been in this strange kneeling position before, and she wondered what would come next.
Behind her, Biff was aroused to the peak of lust at the sight of the ravishing blonde wife of his best friend kneeling submissively before him. Gripping the massive girth of his thick-veined column of male flesh in his hand, he leered down at her nakedly quivering buttocks. His brain was reeling with obscene thoughts, spurred by the new swap situation, and for a moment he was tempted to fuck her in her anus, which he had a hunch was virgin territory. He couldn't take his eyes off the narrow crack between the lush mounds of her whitely glistening ass-cheeks. But then he thought better of it. There was plenty of time for that stuff later, he knew, and there was no point in doing something that might put his buddy's wife uptight again. Right now his cock was burning to get inside of her invitingly wet pink cunt. The mere thought of it was driving him half-mad with desire.
With a sudden, unexpected movement, he drove his middle finger deep into the open cuntal interior of the young wife, shoving it in upward from behind. Although she was already fully lubricated, his harsh gesture made a spasm of pain stab through Jane's loins and she jerked forward in shock. Yet, not wanting to create problems, she kept a firm check on herself and did not cry out. After all, she had agreed to the experiment, she couldn't back out now. Yet inwardly she hoped Biff Nolan would be gentle with her.
Biff wormed his finger hungrily into the buttery depths of the blonde wife's vaginal passage, delighting in the clamp of the tight wet flesh around his obscenely burrowing finger. Another rumble of lust tore through his powerful muscular body, and he quickly withdrew his finger from her wetly heated pussy and positioned himself between her legs behind her kneeling body. Then, placing the swollen head of his thickly distended cock at the warm wet entrance to her pussy, he suddenly plunged his huge, lust-thickened penis up into her tightly clasping cuntal sheath. The force of his rough lunge sent her hurtling forward as his massive rod of flesh slid in up to the hilt in one cruel, forward thrusting stroke. His sperm-bloated testicles bounced luridly against the backs of her roundly fleshed thighs as Biff began a slow, even fuck, stroking his pulsating cock in and out of her greedily clutching pussy, each thrust making a lewd wet sluicing sound.
Jane struggled not to cry out as Peggy's husband battered into her from behind, but his rough fucking made her cuntal interior burn with bruising pain, despite the lubrication. She had never been taken in such a direct manner before, and certainly never in this position, and she closed her eyes tightly, trying to keep from crying, and Biff's powerful body jolted into her from behind time and time again, making her feel like a hot log was being rammed into her resisting pussy flesh. Flashes of muffled pain seemed to explode in her loins, and her defenseless body shivered from the blows as Dan's co-worker knifed viciously into her, plowing upward into her widespread pussy flesh with harsh strokes, and relishing the surge of male power that tore through him with each battering lunge.
Beside them on the bed, Peggy tore her attention away from Dan for a moment and saw her muscular husband fucking savagely into Jane from behind. At that moment, she knew she wanted Dan to come inside her.
"Oh, take me now," she cooed as the curly-haired young space-mechanic still sucked on her breasts and wormed his stiffened middle finger deeper into her hotly moist cunt. "Now ... Fuck me, Dan!"
Swiftly Jane's husband pulled away from the aroused redhead and straddled her, placing his flexed legs between her widely splayed limbs, pressing his palms on the mattress above her shoulders, hovering over her like a lusting stallion, his rigidly distended penis jerking eagerly at the entrance to her welcoming cunt. Peggy spread her legs wide, then swiftly snaked her hands down and curled them around his wildly throbbing penis, guiding it between the lips of her passion-drenched vagina. At that moment, Dan thrust his hips forward and drove up into her welcoming pussy with one strong, hot stroke.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH," she moaned beneath him as she thrilled to feel her warm, elastic-like sheath slipping wetly over his sensitive shaft of male flesh. His long, bloated cock burrowed up her eagerly widening cunt and his huge, hairy balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as Peggy groaned from within, a low, savage moan of ecstasy.
Jane's young husband could scarcely believe the overwhelming sense of power and brute male strength that pervaded him! The tempestuous redhead was calling up a wild, barbaric side of him that he had been unable to tap in his sexual life with his own wife. While he knew there was much that was rewarding in his physical relationship with Jane, there were other needs, other passions that he just didn't seem able to release with her. But with Peggy it was a different story, for the chemistry between them, at least at the moment, called forth a deeper, animalistic drive from deep in the handsome space-mechanic's unconscious that had been crying for attention. Eagerly Dan pulled back and thrust into her wetly receptive pussy with increasing savagery while the wantonly writhing wife of his best friend squealed with delight, increasing Dan's triumphant sense of raw potency.
Peggy also was experiencing incredible new discoveries, for as Dan began to fuck her in earnest, sawing into her with forcefully slamming strokes, there was a quality of excitement that she had only rarely felt with Biff. There was an edge of tenderness, particularly in the foreplay, that had touched just the right nerve in the stunning redhead, an extra touch of gentleness and care that Peggy knew her own husband would never have considered important. As a result, she felt more wildly aroused than she had for months. Responding with rapidly mounting pleasure, she began to arch her body with each plunging stroke from her husband's co-worker, allowing herself to be lifted off the mattress from the sheer force of his fucking. She began to moan ceaselessly, opening and closing her milk-white legs around his driving hips and tossing her head from side to side in torrid sensual abandon.
"Oh God, YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!" she cried in ecstasy, "YEEESSSS!"
Beside them, Biff and Jane were making discoveries of their own. Dan's wife found, much to her amazement, that the initial resistance and pain she experienced from her best friend's husband's brutal rearward fuck soon began to subside, and instead, hot flickers of savage passion began to ripple through her slim young body. She had only rarely had such barbaric sensations before, tantalizing hints of a deeper kind of sexuality that had rarely come fully to the surface when Dan made love to her. Despite her initial mistrust of Biff, he was calling forth a kind of titanic eroticism that the pretty blonde didn't know existed inside of her. Her newly-awakened body was responding like a plant that had been too-long denied the water it needed for growth, hungry now for the cruel fucking Biff was giving to her. Yes, she couldn't deny it, she craved it from the depths of her being, from the very bottom of her soul.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she mewled, animal-like, as warm, urgent pleasure began to envelop her from head to foot. It was as if her whitely glistening body was beginning to melt in heated waves of undulating delight that produced an irresistible gnawing desire deep within her cock-ravaged cunt.
Although her mind still struggled occasionally, terrified of letting go completely, her submissively kneeling body, jolted out of its long passivity by Biff's traumatizing assault, began to move in a slow inexorable rhythm, her buttocks leaning back into his burgeoning strokes with unabashed hunger. Her mind was spinning out of her conscious control, and she was pervaded by a maelstrom of sexual feeling unlike anything she had ever felt before, even with her own husband! She could feel Peggy's husband's muscular, sweat-drenched body squirming and twisting into her from behind, taking her to excruciating heights of pleasure as her loins churned with blazing passion.
Behind her, Biff reveled shamelessly in the excitement of brutally fucking the sensitive flesh of his co-worker's wife. There was something about the fact that she was more resistant than Peggy, more vulnerable and reserved that gave an added dash of spice to the fierce copulation. It was almost as if he knew what to expect from his own wife, that the twinge of unknown response was missing. But with Jane, he felt as if he was fucking for the first time, it was a new conquest in unexplored territory and it worked on him with the force of a powerful aphrodisiac. He fucked her mercilessly, his iron-hard shaft battering her brutally from behind while the demoniacally aroused wife wailed and bucked beneath him.
"Oh you're a good fuck, Janie," he howled, "A GOOOOOOD FFFFUUUUUUUCCCKKK!"
Dan, meanwhile, barely heard his buddy's cries of pleasure for he was rapidly nearing his climax. He could feel his plunging cock growing and expanding inside of Peggy's writhing, pleasure-wracked body, until it seemed that it was going to explode from the exquisite, aching delight building up in his cum-filled testicles below. At that moment he knew she was nearing orgasm, for the lewdly erotic female gripped him tight with her thighs, opening and closing them in time to his lunging blows into her rampantly palpitating cuntal sheath.
"FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK MEEEEEEE," Peggy gasped, as she suddenly jackknifed her knees back against her obscenely dancing breasts, offering him the full opening of her wetly upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her face contorted into a mask of unbridled demonic pleasure as Biff's wife neared the final moment of torturous release. "I'M CUMMMINNNNNGGGGG! CCCCCCCCCUUUUUUMMMIIIIINNNNN GGGG!"
She pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her stretched pink vaginal split was presented up to him in total submission for him to batter and pummel as he willed. Her ankles locked over his shoulders and her scalding pussy squirmed beneath him, heaving and drenched with torrential orgasm.
Dan's own climax was nearing the point of eruption too, for his thickly inflated balls heated to the boiling point with their heavy load of cum, and his cruelly knifing cock began to jerk in uncontrollable spasms within Peggy's violently quivering vaginal depths.
"AH ... AH ... A A A A A HHHHHHHHHHH!! " he cried out, throwing back his head in exhilarating pleasure. Jets of thickly scalding sperm squirted out like burning lava from his lurching penis and filled the wriggling redhead's steaming loins with a seemingly endless stream of gushing male seed.
Biff and Jane, hearing the cries of orgasm from their respective spouses, found their own responses redoubling, as if they, too, wanted to reach their climax in sympathetic urgency. The excited blonde wife wailed and moaned now, carried away completely by the bestial force of their copulation. It was even hurting her now, but hurting her with a delicious pleasurable kind of torture that surged through every inch of nakedly splayed frame. She wanted it to go on forever, and yet at the same time she drove herself on furiously, straining for the final release from the aching sexual tension. Forgotten now was her sense of inhibition and anxiety. All she cared about was the delicious throbbing in her lust-battered pussy as she plunged her quivering buttocks backwards to receive each deeply thrilling blow from Peggy's husband's thickly distended cock. Her cuntal depths were drenched with moisture now, and pulsed incessantly, as he rhythmically slammed into her like a super-charged machine. Suddenly her body was wracked with new, even more galvanic thrills, intense beyond belief, and she knew instinctively that she was approaching the irresistible peak of their feverish union.
Biff's passion too was mounting rapidly. His lust-tightened balls swelled with boiling sperm as they slapped lewdly against the quivering thighs of his best friend's delirious young wife. His lust-swollen cock shuddered wildly as his moment of orgasm grew closer. And suddenly he was there! His thickly muscled frame jerked spasmodically as he jetted his thickly scalding semen into Jane's rapidly pumping cuntal depths. Wave after wave of white-hot cum spurted from his massively throbbing cockhead, making him as exultant as a Tartar chieftain at the moment of victory.
Simultaneously, Dan's wife felt herself opening, opening unbelievably, her womb stretching wide as though an inner earthquake were splitting her apart. "RRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNN Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming!" she groaned, carried away completely by the force of her orgasm. She lurched back onto Biff's blood-engorged rod, her vaginal muscles sucking and grasping it greedily, eager for every drop of his hot cum. Their two naked bodies rocked together for what seemed like hours until finally Biff's penis relaxed into limp flaccidity inside her semen-drenched cunt. He withdrew from her slowly, her vaginal depths still shuddering from the overwhelming climax, and flopped back on the bed. Moments later Jane fell forward in a heap on her belly, totally exhausted.
Next to them, Peggy and Dan were lying side by side, smoking languidly on cigarettes, and watching the last moment of their respective mates' torrid fuck with bemused smiles. When it was all over, Jane's husband turned to his redheaded companion.
"Those two aren't bad, are they?"
"No," Peggy responded, a pensive arch to her eyebrow, "not bad. For amateurs."
CHAPTER FIVE
A few weeks after that first tumultuous orgy, Jane Archer sat alone in the kitchen of her apartment sipping thoughtfully at a cup of coffee. She had just finished cleaning up and had dressed in a snug yellow blouse and orange mini-skirt preparatory to a trip to the nearby supermarket to do some shopping. Yet, before going, she decided to stop for a moment and think through the events that had taken place after the fateful night when she and Dan decided to try a swapping arrangement with the Nolans.
One thing was certain, the exchange of marital partners had certainly brought new vitality to everyone's sexual lives. Dan's wife had never felt so free and subsequent get-togethers had proved just as illuminating as the first time. It seemed that just about every position and combination had been tried, and the pretty blonde wife was amazed to realized just how many different ways people could make love together. Certainly Biff's rough brand of sex was bringing out a whole new quality in her, a raw, animal drive that changed Jane's entire concept of what sex was all about. And the others seemed to feel that everything was working out for them as well. Their friendship, always good before the sex, had now become better and better, and all the undertones of sexual innuendo that had always frightened Dan's wife before were a thing of the past. On the surface, everything seemed just fine.
But yet there was something wrong, something that Jane had felt almost from the first orgy but had never been able to identify. At first she thought it was the fact that Biff still seemed to rough and abrupt with her, that he insisted on practically brutalizing her when he wanted to fuck. The pretty blonde wife would have preferred it if Peggy's husband had just a little more of the consideration that Dan always showed, although with Dan it had been a case of too much of the other extreme. Yet, even this was not precisely the problem she was trying to put her finger on because what she couldn't get from Biff she could get from her own husband, and certainly their own sex life was getting better and better, although in truth she now saw more of Biff in bed than her husband.
Then suddenly she knew what it was that concerned her. And it wasn't really a sexual problem although that came into it. It was something between her husband and Peggy. Jane didn't mind at all that they made love together; in fact it kind of excited her now to watch Dan copulating with the redheaded wife of their friend.
But Jane thought she detected something else growing between them, something she noticed in the way they talked together sometimes, low and intimate, as if they didn't want her or Biff to hear. They would make little jokes together and be very attentive in ways that disturbed Jane. At first she thought she was probably just being silly, and that the whole thing was all in her imagination; yet now, the more she thought about it, there was a definite resentment building up inside of her about the relationship between her husband and Peggy Nolan. He seemed to be paying more attention to his co-worker's wife than to his own.
Janie Archer, she suddenly thought to herself, it looks like you're jealous. There's no other word for it. Jealous.
She tried to reason the thought out of her mind, to explain it away as petty foolishness. But the more she thought about it, the more the young blonde wife felt that the key to her concern was jealousy towards Peggy. A jealousy, however, not completely unfounded, for there was no mistaking that Dan was becoming more and more charmed by the redhead. His wife was becoming afraid that what started as harmless swapping could end up in actual separation, and that's the last thing in the world she wanted. She loved Dan too deeply to even consider leaving him. But she liked Peggy, too, particularly since they had made love together. She didn't want the friendship destroyed as well. At that moment, Jane realized that there were deeper complications to the new arrangements that she hadn't considered before. And something had to be done about it now before it was too late. But what?
Sighing deeply, she glanced up at the clock and realized she had to hurry to get to the market in time to do her shopping. She rose from the table, put her cup and saucer in the sink and picked up her bag, heading for the door. Yet, in the back of her mind the problem still held sway, and she wondered what, if anything, she could do about it.
* * *
At. the frozen food counter of the Save 'n Shop supermarket Charlie Mandell was idly picking through boxes of peas and french style green beans while his eyes darted quickly around him looking through the crowds of shoppers to see if there were any young pretty girls.
He was an average size man in his late thirties with a muscular, if slightly overweight physique, with modishly long sandy-colored hair, lightly flecked with gray. In his younger days he was considered quite boyishly handsome. Although the boyishness was not as apparent now, his gray-green eyes still sparkled with a youthful vitality, and the copper-colored goatee he sported on his chin gave him a slightly devilish, satyr-like quality that made him an attractive male. He wore a white silk sports shirt that was open down to his navel, revealing a sandy-colored matt of chest hair. His trousers, fitted in a skin-tight continental fashion, were black and added to his image of a rather dapper, self-confident man, projecting both youth and jaded experience. like Biff and Dan, he worked at the Space Center, but as a computer programmer, his status there was almost that of a Junior Executive, and he always thought of himself in a much higher class than the common workman.
He was one of the few bachelors working on the Space Program at Cape Kennedy although he had been through a short ill-fated marriage a few years back that he now preferred to forget. He had two main drives in his life: money and women. His job provided him with plenty of the former, and his insatiable appetite for roundly curving females kept him ever on the alert for more of the second. Now, while he shopped, he kept a sharp eye out for new prospects "fresh meat," as he sometimes referred to his latest love-partner of the moment.
You've been in Florida too long, he mused to himself, dropping a box of frozen peas in the basket. Between the Club and your steady cruising, you've been through most of the good pussy within a hundred miles. Maybe it's time to move on.
Pushing his basket ahead of him, he was passing the detergent shelves when he suddenly stopped short, his eyes narrowing in with interest on a pretty, short-haired blonde girl who stood at the end of the aisle.
Now that's kind of nice, ol' man. Why don't you just amble over and get acquainted.
The goateed libertine began to stroll down the aisle when he realized that the object of his attention was no stranger.
"My God! Jane Archer!" he said in surprise as he parked his basket directly in front of hers. "I didn't recognize you!"
Charlie could scarcely believe that this gorgeous creature was the same girl he'd met once or twice before. She had always seemed rather prim and proper, always dressing in conservative, school-girlish clothes. Now, however, she was attired in a clinging blouse and mini-skirt that left nothing to the imagination. And more than her clothes, there was a certain air about her, an indefinite feeling of sensuality that was never apparent before.
"Oh, hi, Charlie!" Jane bubbled, recognizing the dapper computer programmer. "It's been a long time. How have you been?"
"Fine and dandy, baby. As always. And how are you? You look to me like you've gone through some changes."
"Well ... maybe I have. Anyway, I feel fine."
Jane was surprised to be talking so freely to Mandell, as she had always disliked him before, particularly because of all the rumors she had heard about the Quasar Club, and Charlie's free and easy sex life. This time, she noted inwardly, she didn't feel so self-conscious with him, and she attributed to her recent sexual awakening.
"Well," the goateed man continued, "tell me, what's been going on. Dan get a raise? Or have you and your old man got a love potion prescription?"
"Oh, really, Charlie," Jane giggled, "the things you say sometimes. But maybe you're right. Maybe we do have a love potion." Dan's wife was surprised to find herself behaving so coyly with Mandell, almost as if she wanted to let him know that the wasn't a prissy spinsterish type anymore. It was silly, she knew, but since her introduction to swapping, she felt much more liberated and didn't mind letting people know.
"Well, where can I get some of it, Jane? Life's been a little stale lately. I could use a boost."
"You? Charlie, don't kid me. You don't need a love potion, you've got all the girls you want."
"No, not quite." He let his voice drop a bit lower, and there was a faint hint of intimacy in it now. "There's still one or two girls I can't seem to get through to."
Jane found herself staring at him. almost hypnotized by the light in his gray eyes. He seemed to be looking at her in a deeply meaningful way with a hint of erotic mischief.
"I find that hard to believe," she said, somewhat quietly, oddly compelled by him and for the first time, a little attracted to him as well.
"Do you? Well ... you know how it is. Some people like to swing ... and other people don't."
"Yes ... that's true...."
"Now ... you and Dan ... you never seemed like swinger types before...."
"And now?"
"I'm not sure." There was a long pause, and Jane found herself glancing unaccountably away from Charlie's penetrating stare. "If I were sure ... I'd ask you and Dan to come over to the Quasar Club next Saturday. You know about the club?"
"Yes. I've heard about it." Dan's wife looked directly into Charlie's eyes now, suddenly unafraid. "Would you like us to come?"
"I certainly would."
At first, Jane had been tempted to put a stop to the whole oddly flirtatious conversation at once. Both she and Charlie knew what they were talking about, that an invitation to the Quasar Club was an invitation to a swinging orgy. A month ago, she wouldn't have remotely considered going. Even a week ago, she would have been content to let her "swinging" activities stay limited to her neighbors, the Nolans. But now, a strange notion was forming in the back of her mind: the idea that if both couples became involved with the club, the sex wouldn't be concentrated with just four people.
That would divert Dan's attention away from Peggy, ending the jealousy that Jane was beginning to feel because of it. Maybe meeting Charlie Mandell was a stroke of fate, an omen, a way to solve the problem that kept lingering in her brain.
"Next Saturday?" she found herself saying.
"Yeah. Dan should know where it is. Most people know. Very few people go there, mind you, but they all know where it is. As they say, it ain't for everybody."
"Just me and Dan, then? Or ... or could I bring some friends...."
"Who?"
"The Nolans."
"Ah ... the Nolans." Charlie laughed lightly, knowingly, and his thoughts centered on Biff's ravishingly attractive red-haired wife. Up until now, he had thought Peggy was "off limits" too. Apparently no more. Apparently the Nolans and the Archers ... it was too good to be true. "Yes, by all means. I know Biff and Peggy well. Yes, bring them along. It'll be just one big happy family."
* * *
The following Saturday evening found the Archers and the Nolans driving through the warm evening air in Biff's Oldsmobile convertible, heading towards their first evening at the Quasar Club. Jane had only to mention the idea to the others, after her meeting with Charlie, and their response was an immediate and eager yes! Peggy's husband, of course, was the most enthusiastic, since he had always harbored a secret with to see what the club was all about, particularly since it was usually limited to the white collar crowd at the Space Center. This was ostensibly for "security reasons," but Biff knew it was also due to a certain snobbishness on the part of the executives and lab technicians. Still, once the invitation came, snobbish or no, he wanted to see the action.
Dan and Peggy were equally curious, and Jane's young husband was delighted that the opportunity had come through his blonde wife. There was no question now that she had changed almost completely, for, a month ago, she would have backed away in utter fear from the thought of the club. Now, she was the one who initially suggested it, and as far as her curly-haired husband was concerned, life couldn't be better.
"You know," Peggy was saying as Biff drove steadily through the palm-studded back roads of Cocoa Beach, "this could turn out to be a stone drag. I mean you hear all kinds of stories, but a lot of times it's all just rumor."
"Yeah, maybe," her husband replied, a lewd grin on his craggy features, "but I sure ain't passin' up the opportunity to see! Man, oh man, big time orgies! Terrific!"
A few moments later, Biff turned off the main road and drove down a narrow dirt drive, following Dan's instructions, and soon a large, somewhat anonymous-looking concrete building loomed in the distance. As they drove into the parking lot in front of the two-story edifice, they could see lights around the front door. From the outside, however, the rest of the rectangular-shaped structure was rather dark, except for faint red and blue light that was faintly visible through heavily curtained windows. The two couples sat for a moment in the car.
"It looks kind of spooky," Jane remarked, for the first time having some faint twinges of regret over her hasty decision to come to the club. After all, swinging with just one other couple, and good friends at that, was one thing, but going to a club like the Quasar, where anything goes, might be a little more than she was prepared to handle.
"Yeah," Peggy agreed, "it sure don't look like the El Morocco."
"Looks can be deceiving," Dan offered. "I mean, hell, we're here, we may as well give it a try."
"That's the spirit, Danny Boy," his co-worker remarked. "Come on, we aren't a bunch of sissies are we? Let's go join the fun."
The friendly quarter got out of the sleek convertible and made their way to the front door. Peggy, dressed in a tight-fitting, low-cut black pants-suit, hastily patted a few stray curls of her scarlet tressed into place, and Jane smoothed the material of her snug cream-white sheath dress. Their husbands nudged each other and winked, then, almost unconsciously, hiked up their trousers and opened a couple of buttons on the front of their crisply starched sports shirts. Minutes later, they buzzed at the front door. A small peep-hole was pulled back, and they could see someone giving them the once-over from inside. "Yeah?"
"We're the Archers and the Nolans," Biff said. "Charlie Mandell invited us."
"Okay."
The peep-hole swung closed, and a moment later the door was opened by an attractive brunette in a form-fitting pair of hot-pants and a halter top that just barely covered the enormous swell of her ample breasts. The two couples found themselves in a small reception hallway. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with photos of the various Apollo rockets and Skylab equipment. They could hear faint electronic music coming from a room beyond. The light in the hallway was a dim red.
"Wait a minute," the girl said, "I'll go get Charlie."
She disappeared through some thick drapes across from the main entrance door.
"I know that chick," Biff whispered to the others, "she's the secretary for some bigwig. I've seen her a million times at the cafeteria."
A moment afterward, Charlie Mandell appeared through the curtains, hastily wrapping a short, red-silk kimono around his swarthy frame. He grinned broadly as he came forward to greet them.
"Well, well, well, glad you all made it."
He shook hands with the two young husbands while Peggy and Jane exchanged brief, nervous glances.
"Where's all the action, Charlie?" Biff asked with characteristic candor.
"Through the drapes," the goateed man replied, nodding to where he had made his appearance. "But first you've got to get out of all those clothes, I'm afraid. You know things are a bit informal here."
"Where ... where do we undress?" Jane asked, trying not to betray the faint stabs of anxiety she felt.
Charlie Mandell moved to his left, pressed a button on the wall, and suddenly, a concealed sliding door opened to reveal a small dressing room, dimly lit in blue.
"You'll find some light robes like the one I'm wearing inside there. All sizes. And ... it's a coeducational dressing room. Keeps things friendly." Everyone laughed at his remark, although all four of them were a little apprehensive. "As soon as you've finished, just join us inside." He pointed towards the heavy drapes. "And it's every man for himself. If you need me, I'll be somewhere inside." With a wink, he disappeared into the room beyond.
"Well, guess we might as well get to it," Dan said. The others murmured in agreement, and the two couples went into the small, dimly lit dressing room, closing the door behind them by pushing a button on the inside. There they found silken Japanese-style robes and all four quickly undressed, making jokes and laughing nervously until finally they were all clad in the flimsy garments.
"Dan," Jane said, taking her handsome young husband's hand and squeezing it, "stay close by me for a while. I'm a little scared."
"I'll try, honey," he replied, smiling warmly at his pretty blonde bride. "Sure you don't want to back out?"
"Aw, you can't back out, Janie," Biff interjected. "Hell, we just got here."
"Be quite, ya big palooka!" Peggy snapped. "I know just how Jane feels. And if she doesn't want to go through with it, I think that's her decision. I mean, maybe I don't want to go through with it either. Suppose I just don't like the place?"
"Don't like it?" Her husband answered, growing a little angry. "You haven't seen it yet, how do you know you won't like it?"
"I didn't say I wouldn't. All I said was...."
"Wait, Peggy," Jane said finally, interrupting the budding quarrel between the Nolans, "it's okay. I'm going to go through with it. I mean, after all, I'm the one who suggested it."
"Yeah, honey," the redhead replied, "but suppose we don't go for it? Then what?"
"Hell, why even think about it?" Biff said.
"No, she's right, I think," Dan offered. "Maybe we should do it this way: after tonight we all get together and talk it over, just to see how we feel. Then make the decision about the future. Then we'll all know where we stand."
"That sounds good to me," Peggy said. "Keep it all in the open."
"Yeah, sure. Why not?" her husband agreed. "Is it okay with you, Janie?"
"It's fine."
"Great, then let's get goin'. "
Biff gave his voluptuous wife a big kiss for luck, and Dan followed suit with Jane. Then both couples went out into the entrance hall, closed the dressing room door behind them, and after a momentary pause for courage, they moved through the thick drapes into the room beyond.
CHAPTER SIX
The sight that greeted their eyes was a huge riot of color, music and writhing couples. The main room of the Quasar Club was a gigantic, rectangular hall two stories high; the floor was arranged in many tiers and levels with cushions, upholstered mattresses and low couches placed at random everywhere. The decor was ultra-modern around the central theme of space-age technology: strange globular lights hung from the ceiling, revolving and blinking in green, blue and red, giving a strange, almost hallucinatory quality to the atmosphere.
Two bars, where there were bottles of liquor enough for a small army, were located at each end of the room, and were designed like computers, with blinking lights and swiftly revolving tape reels. Sensual electronic rock-music blared from hidden speakers and added to the fantastic, other-worldly quality of the club. Gigantic screens were placed high above the floor along the walls, and films and slides of Apollo moon trips were being shown: great thundering rocket blastoffs, shots of Astronauts making graceful walks in space, breathtaking pictures of the earth from the moon.
And everywhere the Nolans and the Archers looked there were naked bodies, white skin glistening in the swirling light and color, couples participating in every known form of lovemaking.
"Holy shit," Biff remarked, awe-struck, "This is like some kind of pornographic science-fiction movie!"
The others nodded in open-mouthed agreement. None of them had quite anticipated the lavisliness that they now witnessed. Every trick of technology was being used to create this fantastic pleasure dome for the Space Center workers.
"I can see why they keep it a secret," Peggy remarked. "This is incredible!"
"What's that up there?" Dan's blonde wife inquired, pointing to a balcony that ran along the entire length of three walls of the room at the second-story level.
"Looks like they got other rooms up there," her husband offered.
"Hah! I wonder what's inside 'em!" Biff said, his eyes wide with delight, like a child in a toy store.
"You'll find out soon enough, lover."
Suddenly the two couples, still lingering by the entrance, were joined once more by Charlie. This time he had discarded his robe and his muscular frame was completely naked, the revolving lights making weird patterns on his sun-tanned skin. His thick cock hung down from the dark tangle of pubic hair in semi-erection.
"Well now, boys and girls, don't just stand around gaping. Join the party. There's plenty of booze, and plenty of eager fuckers."
"This is fantastic, Charlie," Peggy's spouse said, "I've never seen nothin' like it!"
"Glad you like it, Biff. Have a ball." The goateed man turned his attention to the appetizing vision of Jane Archer, her sleekly curving young form snugly outlined in the flimsy red-silk robe she wore. "Jane, my love, could I just spirit you away from Dan for a minute, I have something special to show you."
"Well, I...." The young blonde wife was very reluctant to leave her husband so soon, and cast a quick glance towards him for help.
"Now, I won't take no for an answer," Charlie said quickly, slipping his arm around her narrow waist. "Danny, I'll have her back in no time. You don't mind, do you?"
"Well, I suppose not...."
"Great. Come on, Jane. See you later, everybody." Within seconds the expert seducer had whisked Dan's wife off through the crowd, disappearing into the haze of lights, bodies and cigarette smoke.
"Don't worry, Dan," Peggy said encouragingly. "She'll be all right. She can take care of herself."
"I hope so."
"Ah, sure she can," Biff said. "Besides, we all agreed to try it just once to see what happens. We just got to go along with it, right? So let's get some booze and get goin'! "
* * *
Charlie Mandell led the nervous young blonde wife deftly through the crowd of merrymakers and headed toward the stairs that led to the upper floor balcony. He held Jane closely around the waist, while his long penis began to lurch unashamedly with eager excitement. The goateed man had been waiting particularly for the young blonde to arrive, and, well prepared with heavy doses of liquor and previous sex, he was eager to get her alone.
As Jane passed through the huge room with him, her wide eyes took in the various erotic scenes taking place before them.
To her left, she saw a young, ravishingly beautiful brunette girl being savagely tongue-fucked by a fat, middle-aged, balding man. The girl was totally naked and writhed luridly against the thick pile carpet on the floor. To the right, two girls in their middle twenties, one with streaked blondish hair, the other with long, dark brown tresses, were sprawled nakedly on a low couch, kissing each other torridly and lost in the bliss of Sapphic love. Wistfully Jane remembered her own lovemaking with Peggy, and wished inwardly that she hadn't been so impetuous about Charlie's offer to come to the club. Everything had been so simple before, and the young blonde wife wasn't sure she was ready for this kind of wild melee.
Charlie insistently kept moving forward with her, passing naked couples everywhere fucking and sucking with total abandon. Despite her nervousness, Dan's wife began to instinctively respond to the orgiastic surroundings, a faint warm throbbing began to vibrate in her vaginal flesh, and a strange tingling sensation made excited gooseflesh on her skin. As they neared the stairs, she noticed a young man, with a short crew cut, having his cock sucked voraciously by an older woman with expensively coiffed hair. At once she recognized the man as another computer programmer, like Charlie, and the woman as the wife of the head of Space Research at the Center. The naive blonde was stunned, for she hadn't imagined that behind the serious, orderly facade of the Cape Kennedy complex, such wild orgies could possibly take place. But here it was before her eyes, executives, wives, technicians, even astronauts in training, were all copulating together in lust-driven frenzy.
The pulsing electronic rock music, together with the oddly flickering lights, made Jane almost dizzy, and she was only half-conscious now that Charlie Mandell was leading her upstairs and heading toward a room that led off from the balcony. She anxiously wondered where her young husband was. She didn't want to be separated like this, for Jane knew that if Dan was by her side she wouldn't be so nervous. Where was Charlie taking her?
"Come on inside," he said to her, opening the door of a room a short distance from the stairs. "We can be a little more private."
As the goateed man shut the door behind them, Jane found herself in a smaller room, dimly lit with blue lights. Very little was visible except heavy velvet drapes and thick cushions that covered the entire floor. She gasped when she saw a naked couple in one corner in the final stages of frantic copulation. The man she recognized immediately as a small, powerfully built crew cut friend of Charlie's, also in the computer department, and the girl, a voluptuous chestnut-haired beauty, as his secretary.
"UNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!" the crewcut man groaned, about to squirt his hot load of cum into the hotly writhing cunt of his young secretary, "CUUUMMMMMMM, YOU FUCKING BITCH, CUUUUMMMMM!"
Almost as if she was following his commands to the letter, the wildly excited girl began to heave and moan, kicking her pale glistening legs wildly and groaning with raging lust.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH YYYEEEEESSSSSSS!" she squealed as he rammed into her with violent fury, "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Jane was so riveted to the lurid scene that she was hardly conscious of the fact that Charlie was slipping the flimsy robe off of her slim young body.
"Charlie ... I," she protested nervously as he removed the garment from her shoulders, "I should get back to Dan."
"Later, baby, later," he murmured, an edge of rising lust in his voice. As the hotly fucking couple reached the end of their climax, the young blonde wife found herself totally naked in the small, dimly-lit room. She struggled to keep her composure, but inwardly her heart was beating like a drum in her chest, and she shivered slightly as her skin was exposed completely to the air.
"Hey, Tom, I want you to meet a friend of mine," Charlie called to the other man, who lay sprawled on top of his secretary's warmly pulsing body. The crewcut man glanced up and grinned lewdly at Jane, then slowly peeled himself off of the girl's body.
"Okay, Helen," he snapped curtly to the girl, "We want to be alone. Vamoose!"
With a strange kind of obedience, the girl quickly scrambled to her feet, looking quite drunk and half out of her mind from the feverish copulation. She staggered hastily to the door and exited quickly.
"Well, hello, honey," Tom said, getting to his feet and coming towards the apprehensive young wife. His small, wiry body gleamed in the soft light, and Jane could see his enormous, though semi-inflated cock was glistening with heated cum. "I've heard about you from Charlie. I've sure been anxious to meet you."
Dan's wife glanced towards the goateed man, and gasped slightly as she saw him lock the door of the room. She didn't like the other man, and was now quite concerned about what they wanted with her. Desperately she wanted to rejoin the others, but she instinctively felt she should not betray her anxiety. After all, she was the one who had wanted to come, to divert her husband away from Peggy Nolan. Maybe she was wrong to have done it, but now that she was here she had to go through with it.
"Nice piece of ass, wouldn't you say?" Charlie Mandell remarked as he came up behind
Jane and began to obscenely fondle her ripely curving buttocks, then running his hands up and down her silken smooth back and shoulders and reaching around in front to grasp the fleshy softness of her young breasts.
The young blonde wife began to squirm in resistance, but in the next moment the other man quickly came forward and grabbed her shoulders, planting a lewd wet kiss on her lips and shoving his tongue roughly against her teeth trying to force it inside her mouth. Dan's wife twisted between the two men, resisting their rough advances, but Tom and Charlie were oblivious to her reactions, seeing Jane only as a tasty new arrival, and welcoming the opportunity to vent their rampant desires on the curvaceous young female. Tom's finger quickly found it's way down across the"blonde wife's trembling abdomen and into the tangle of light blonde pubic hair until his stiffened middle finger began to probe hungrily at her clitoris and tender vaginal flesh. Insistently he began prodding at her small clitoral bud until it began to harden and quiver into a tiny erection, sending shivers of unwanted excitement through Jane's lithe frame. Despite her resistance to their advances, Dan's wife found herself becoming steadily aroused by their crude mauling, and her loins began to hum with lewd desire.
Soon the crew cut man began to probe experimentally at the dampened entrance to her exposed cuntal channel while Charlie subtly slid his fingers up and down Jane's unprotected anal crack. The young wife shivered, both at the newness of having two men's hands exploring her most private flesh, and also because of the goateed man's unexpected fingering of her anal region. No one had as yet rummaged in that area, and her sense of apprehension grew as Tom inserted his finger roughly up into her moistly hot vaginal entrance and Charlie nudged lewdly at her sensitive anal ring with his stiffened middle finger.
"Mnnnnnn," Mandell murmured, "feels nice and tight. Ever been fucked up the ass, Janie?"
"Charlie, please," she said, growing more and more alarmed, "I think I should get back to the others...."
"Don't worry, baby, there's plenty of time," he replied. We got all the time in the world. And I'm sure the others have plenty to occupy themselves with. Just relax, baby, 'cause it's going to be a long night."
* * *
"Where the hell's Biff gotten to?" Peggy inquired, glancing around the hazy main room. She and Dan were at one of the bars, sipping Scotch.
"I think he saw somebody from the accounting department he knew," Dan said, feeling himself growing steadily more drunk, and sensually stimulated by the orgiastic activity all around them.
"Hah, you probably mean he saw that brunette with the big tits that passed a few minutes ago. Leave it to Biff. Well, what the hell, let him go. I mean we did agree to give it a try. Guess it's just you and me. Unless you want to go off too."
"No, at least not right away." Dan looked into Peggy's bright green eyes, and inwardly was thankful that the two of them were alone. Since he and Jane had begun swapping with the Nolan's he had found himself more and more drawn to the bubbly redhead. "You know, Peggy, I've really dug all that's happened. I don't mean just the sex. I think we've all gotten to know each other better, you know, and ... it's been good."
"I think so too." For Peggy, the relationship with Dan was practically a revelation after Biff. Somehow she was able to talk to Jane's husband in ways that she couldn't with her own spouse. He was much more willing to listen to opinions about things. Sexually, too, he was much more responsive to her moods and feelings than Biff was. To be sure, there was a savage quality to her own husband's brand of lovemaking that she still craved deeply, but Dan was gentler, more considerate, and the lively redhead had to admit she was growing fonder of Dan every day. Maybe more than she ought to. She looked into his warm brown eyes and a wave of insistent desire took hold of her voluptuous body. As if on cue, the two of them put down their drinks and edged closer until finally they were embracing, kissing, holding each other with mounting passion.
"Hey," Peggy whispered, pulling away momentarily, "this is supposed to be an orgy. We can't just stay together, can we?"
"Why not?" he replied, a sly smile crinkling the edges of his lips.
"Yeah ... why not?" Surrendering to the urgent attraction between them, they embraced once more, this time quickly discarding the robes they had wrapped around their bodies. Once naked, they began to give full vent to their rising lust, kissing hungrily and running their hot hands eagerly over each other's naked flesh.
"Hey, kids," a naked bartender said, interrupting their ardor, "Could you just get a little farther away from the bar. We gotta keep the area open for drinkers. Listen, there's some water beds over in that comer," he pointed to a space under the largest of the movie screens showing the orbiting Skylab, "And the action's good over there."
"Thanks for the advice," Dan quipped. "We'll give it a try."
"Gee," Peggy said as they moved away from the bar, "Waterbeds! This'll be my first time."
* * *
In the meantime, Biff had wandered off, following a tall brunette female with enormous, haughtily thrusting breasts, who had passed him at the bar, wearing a light kimono loosely tied around her voluptuous body, scarcely concealing the ravishing charms beneath. Half-recognizing her from the Space Center, Peggy's husband had followed, mesmerized by her Amazonian endowments, as she climbed the stairs towards the second floor, at the opposite end from the room where Jane Archer had been taken by Charlie Mandell.
Reaching the balcony, Biff quickly caught up with the female, who was in her late twenties.
"Hey, don't I know you from the accounting department?" he asked, his eyes roving lustily over her statuesque physique.
"Probably," she answered somewhat coldly. "I've never seen you here before."
"This is my first time. Quite a set up, ain't it?"
"Oh yes. Quite a few things happen here. Quite a few."
The muscular, black-haired space-mechanic smiled suggestively at the stunning creature.
"Think maybe we could get better acquainted?" he said. "Maybe you could show me around a little?"
"Maybe I could," she responded, arching her eyebrow slightly. "At the moment, I'm going to join some friends in that room over there." She indicated a nearby door. "They're very special friends of mine. And I don't know if you'd be interested in meeting them."
"Listen, babe, any friend of yours is a friend of mine."
The tall female laughed coolly.
"I'm afraid I don't recall your name."
"Biff Archer. And yours?"
"Lara. Lara Stein. Follow me, Biff."
Peggy's husband eagerly followed the young brunette into the room. Once inside, the spectacle that met his eyes caused him to stop short in astonishment. The room was small and dark, the walls covered with thick purple velvet drapes, the only light coming from several candles. Backless couches were scattered along the walls and in the dim light he saw that there were three other people in the room, and all of them female!
Holy Shit, he thought to himself, it's a roomful of chicks! All for me! I can't believe it! Man, your lucky stars are in orbit tonight!
All of the girls were completely naked, and one of them, in her late teens, with a slender, sleekly curving young body, was sitting against the wall, her knees bent and her sculpted thighs spread wide, finger-fucking herself. Two others were twined in each other's arms, stroking each other's bodies while their tongues darted lasciviously in and out of each other's mouths. No sooner did Biff lay eyes on them than the astonished young husband experienced a thundering erection that made the thin material of his robe bulge outward like the mast of a ship.
Christ! he thought, ogling them all lustily, I could cum just watching them.
"Hey Lara," he said, turning to the tall brunette in time to see her shut and lock the door behind her, "What is this? A bunch of lesbians? I'm the only guy here!"
"Interesting, isn't it?" she replied somewhat mysteriously. "Girls, I brought a friend with me. He was curious to meet you all. He thinks we're lesbians."
A ripple of laughter went through the room as the three other females interrupted their activity to glance with interest at the muscular male arrival. Biff watched excitedly as Lara removed her kimono and dropped it to the floor, revealing her statuesque body in its full, dazzling splendor. Peggy's husband gasped in appreciation as the proudly thrusting fullness of her rosy-tipped breasts came fully into view. Her skin was milk white, and the line of her waist nipped in narrowly before curving outward in the sculpted fullness of her thighs. She almost looked like a Priestess from some ancient love-cult, particularly the. way she held her spectacular body, arrogantly and proud as a female lion. Instinctively, the young space mechanic lurched forward and tried to draw the sultry female into his arms, but she drew back.
"No, darling, not so fast. This is a rather special room, for special tastes. And if you want to join the fun I'm afraid you'll have to do what I...." she indicated the others, " ... or rather what we want. Do you understand?"
"Huh?" Biff said, scratching his head in puzzlement. "You mean you chicks want to call the shots? I never heard of anything so crazy."
"I'm sure you haven't, dear. But in this room you've got to play by our rules. If you don't want to, you're free to go. The choice is yours."
For a moment Biff didn't know what to say. The last thing he had expected when he followed the stunning brunette was that he would be involved with a bunch of weird chicks who had crazy notions about what they wanted to do. Hell, he just wanted a fast fuck. Still, being in a cozy room with four gorgeous chicks was something a man didn't run into every day, and he felt he'd be a damn fool to turn it down. So, what if they were a little crazy? Maybe it would be fun. Besides, his cock was still lurching in hot little jerks, eager for some hot action.
"Sure," he said, slipping his robe off and letting the females get a good eyeful of his thickly throbbing cock and balls, "whatever you say. I can dig it!"
"Wonderful, darling. Then lie down on the floor."
"Huh?" Glancing down, Biff saw an area in the middle of the room roughly outlined by three metal rings that protruded from the floor in a triangular arrangement. "What's all that shit for?"
"No questions, darling," Lara said firmly, "it's our game now. Lie down and grab the ring above your head."
"Jesus, this is nuts," he said, laughing as he followed her instructions. "What are you chicks into, anyway?"
Stretching his arms over his head, Peggy's husband was unnerved to feel his wrists being tightly bound together and attached to the metal ring.
"What the...." he began to say, twisting around to see what was happening.
"If you can't take it, little boy, we'll be happy to untie you," Lara said, with a mocking tone to her voice.
"The hell!" Biff retorted, "I can take anything a bunch of chicks can dish out! Do what you want, baby, I'm man enough for all of you!"
"Grand, darling. It'll be a pleasure."
Suddenly two of the girls seized his legs and spread them apart, winding them with leather thongs to the rings at the sides, though more loosely than his hands so that he still had freedom of movement in the lower part of his body. Biff grinned in amusement. It seemed like a game, a crazy game to be sure, but he was curious now to see what Lara had in store for him. His stiffly rigid penis still lurched eagerly upward, particularly when Lara stood above him cupping her hands under her proudly jutting breasts and massaging them lewdly.
"You're a real bundle of surprises," he quipped.
"Indeed," she replied, "all of us here are little bundles of surprises. And I hope, darling, that you can satisfy all of us. We're very hard to satisfy, you know."
Biff's mind reeled at her announcement. Christ, he thought, I'm gonna be gang-banged by four beautiful broads! What a trip! Any residue of hesitation he felt was completely wiped away at the thought of what was to come. And he sure as hell wasn't going to back down in front of a bunch of women, no matter what they had in mind. Crazy or not, it was like a dream come true for the young space-center mechanic.
"I think I can handle you girls with no problem."
"Wonderful," Lara said, a sly smile on her face. "Let's go girls."
Suddenly Biff felt himself surrounded by soft, female flesh. The teenage girl and an older woman, more ravishingly fleshy, crouched down on either side of him and began licking his naked flesh, running their hot tongues tantalizingly over his abdomen and chest, sucking and biting his hard nipples, then licking his armpits all the way up his inner arms to his leather-bound wrists. At the same time, the third girl began performing the same ministrations on the lower half of his body, working her way upward from his toes, each of which she nibbled and sucked.
The young husband had never felt anything like it before. Powerful surges of sensual heat began to ripple through him from the first instant they touched him. The path of their tongues left an icy coolness in its wake, unpleasant at first, but soon tantalizingly exciting. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as the three, warmly sensual bodies pressed in on him from every direction, rubbing moist cuntal flesh against his legs, filling his mouth with ripe, quickly taut nipples of every shape and size, and all the time running their hands and lips freely over his nakedly powerful body. Time and again he yanked fiercely at the leather thongs that bound him to the floor, wild with frustration at not being able to grab at their sleek hot bodies with his hands. It was maddening, and particularly maddening for Biff Archer, a man who was used to having his way with women, always taking the lead and forcing the female into submission. He twisted and heaved involuntarily, wishing he could break loose, but every attempt only met with defeat until, his wrists red and sore, he realized it was useless.
"Lick him good, girls," he heard Lara command, laughing eerily, "Lick him good!"
* * *
At the same time, in the room at the opposite end of the balcony, Jane Archer was being forced to lie back on the cushioned floor of the small chamber. Charlie and his co-worker had roughly fingered both her vaginal and anal passages, and although the young wife had tried resisting, particularly because of the intense pain of having a finger in her rectum, both men were insistent. At the same time they had stimulated her to the point that her own sexual desire was smoldering hotly in her quivering young body, half of her still fighting them off, but the other half now craving the torturous assault.
"Don't be afraid, baby," Charlie was saying as he insistently eased her back on the cushions, "it's always a little hard the first time, but you'll come to love it. They all do."
"Yeah," Tom echoed behind him as he jerked eagerly on his thickly inflated penis, "they all do."
Dan's wife's brain reeled in confusion; she wanted to run from the room immediately and find her husband. But a sense of embarrassment held her back, for she would have felt foolish running naked through the strange club room, trying to find Dan. And who knows what Dan was doing at that moment? What would they all think of her if she suddenly appeared, tearful and hysterical, wanting to run away like a little girl. But at the same time she was terrified of Charlie, and his friend made her shiver in anxiety. There was something about him she didn't like at all.
Charlie stood above her, his thick lips pulled back in a lascivious smile as he ogled the young wife's white, vulnerable nakedness. He stood swaying between her ankles for a moment, while his hugely erect cock jerked excitedly as he held it in his hand. Then he reached down, gripped her softly pliant hips with his hands, and roughly forced her over onto her stomach. Jane lay trembling and terrified, knowing she had to submit to what they wanted, and mortified in the knowledge that she had gotten herself into this situation out of her jealousy, real or imagined, over Dan and Peggy. Her firmly rounded buttocks quivered slightly, and Charlie's glistening eyes zeroed in hungrily on the two shimmering white half-moons. Gripping both of the helpless blonde's ankles with his hands, he splayed them wide apart.
"Charlie," she murmured miserably, "please ... please don't...."
"It's okay, Jane, believe me ... just relax baby...."
The swarthy computer programmer dropped to his knees between her widespread legs and ran his big hands greedily over the sensuous, tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her naked young thighs to the thin, already moistened slit up between her legs. Then, moistening his hotly stiffened cock with some spittle, he positioned himself so the tip rested just up against her throbbing little anal ring, glistening lewdly with moisture. Levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed forward with his hips for a moment, directing his lust-swollen cock straight into the tightly clenched opening. Mercilessly he bore down on her, forcing his swollen cock-head cruelly forward into the fiercely resistant circle of her anal sphincter.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, OH GOD IT HURTS!" Jane cried as he forced his way up into her clenched young rectal depths. Her back passage felt as though it would split apart from the inhumanly large object thrust into it. Never before had she experienced such intense pain, it was like an electrical shock that made her whole body convulse in torture. But knowing she had no choice but to submit to Charlie Mandell's vicious anal fuck, she moaned with despair and numbly accepted the humiliating skewering of her pain-racked anus as the goateed libertine continued to force his long thick rod of male flesh more deeply into her with unrelenting cruelty.
His friend Tom watched with mounting excitement as Charlie's penis disappeared slowly inch by inch up into Jane's tightly clasping rectal depths. like his co-worker in the computer department, he relished the sight of seeing a sweet young girl brutally impaled by a powerful cock. Each agonized cry from the brutalized blonde wife made his wiry body tremble with excitement and his rigidly erect cock jerked obscenely, standing straight up in full readiness from the tangled mat of his pubic hair. He laughed darkly to himself, excited by the power and domination that men could exert over women. It was the same thrill he felt whenever a new rocket was launched, a sense of triumph and exhilaration that he thrived on. He heard the young blonde wail in agony as Charlie drove into her with mounting excitement, fucking in and out of her painfully stretched nether opening with long smooth strokes and bring groans of humiliation from the helpless wife's pain-contorted lips each time he thrust forward. The sight made him impatient to join the fun, and he moved beside them, frantically jerking on his stiffened cock.
"How about making a little room for me, Charlie," he said. "It's time for me to join the party."
"Certainly, my friend," the goateed seducer replied. Locking his hands tightly to Jane's hips, he rolled over on his side, his heatedly throbbing cock still embedded deep up inside the young woman's hotly quivering anus. She was pulled over on her side, her back pressed against his hairy, sweating stomach and chest.
Tom lost no time in pulling the young wife's leg up and exposing her vaginal split completely. Quickly lying down facing her, he grasped his achingly throbbing penis and guided it swiftly into the moist pulsating opening of Jane's defenseless pussy. Then, with a deep groan of savage pleasure, he rammed forward with all his strength, until his long hard shaft disappeared deep up inside her heatedly moistened cunt. joining Charlie's cock, already buried in her stretched and burning rectal depths. Dan's wife lay moaning helplessly, struggling to keep from crying in self-pity, pinioned between the two crudely fucking males with only the thin membrane of flesh separating the two cocks.
Jane closed her eyes tightly so she would not have to see the sneering look on Mandell's friend's face as the two men began to viciously plunge their cocks in and out, their lust rising rapidly to a fever pitch.
* * *
In the main room of the Quasar Club, meanwhile, Dan and Peggy had quickly found the area the bartender had pointed out. There were several water beds placed together, and three or four couples already copulating wildly on the warmly swaying mattresses. To their surprise and delight, the redhead and her best friend's husband found that all the orgiasts had found some erotic body oil and had made liberal use of the sensual substance, smearing their lust-incited bodies from shoulder to toe with it, doubly enhancing their lewd pleasure and now writhing their slippery naked bodies together with total abandon.
Peggy and Dan could scarcely contain their excitement as they rubbed the oil on each other's naked skin. The groans and squeals of pleasure that surrounded them in the swirling light and color of the room made them wildly eager to join the fun. Soon, their bodies slick with scented oil, they joined the others in a wild melee of bodies. Hands, legs, arms, flesh surrounded them on all sides, and everyone kissed and sucked and caressed all the available cocks, pussies and buttocks that were proffered everywhere.
Jane's curly-haired husband could scarcely believe his good fortune as he freely explored the hotly excited flesh of one woman after the other, and Peggy had a field day sucking one oily cock after the other. Smooth, slippery bodies rolled together, kissed and sucked and licked, until finally Biff's wife and Dan found themselves in their arms again, kissing hungrily and rubbing their urgently aroused frames together in rampant excitement.
"Oh fuck me, Dan," Peggy whispered as torrents of pleasure sizzled through her loins, "FUCK ME LIKE YOU'VE NEVER FUCKED BEFORE!"
Needing no further urging, Dan quickly positioned himself over his redheaded lover's gleamingly naked body, and slipped his rigid cock into her wetly receptive pussy. They began to rock together back and forth on the swaying water bed, while the bizarre electronic rock music filled their ears with sensual, other-worldly sounds.
Soon a young man joined them, another mechanic, like Dan, who was in his late teens. Quickly straddling Peggy's head with his knee's, holding on to the sides of the bed for support, he shoved his hotly swollen penis into the redhead's willing mouth while the oil-covered trio rocked as if on a boat in the ocean. The youth plunged his excited cock in and out of Peggy's ovaled lips while she sucked on it like a child with a peppermint stick, mewling with erotic happiness. Meanwhile Dan, behind the young man, thrust hotly into Biff s wife's wetly streaming cuntal passage, scarcely believing the stabs of savage pleasure that tore through his muscular, flexing body like bursts of summer lightning.
Above them, on the huge movie screens, movies of the earth taken from the moon showed the green sphere spinning in space, astronauts walked in space like robot ballet dancers, and a mighty Apollo rocket, the one used for the last of the moon shots, was shown being wheeled into position preparatory to the blastoff.
* * *
In one of the upstairs rooms, meanwhile, Peggy's husband was still bound to the floor, at the mercy of the four sex-hungry females, led by the statuesque Lara. The brazen brunette had straddled Biff's thighs and slowly lowered herself until her quivering hot pussy was suspended right over his painfully erect cock. She knew that the muscular man was growing more frustrated by the minute, aroused to a fever pitch of desire by the sucking and licking of the other girls, yet unable to respond in kind because he was bound by leather thongs hand and foot. But the strange brunette enjoyed this, for she knew the young husband was a typical male chauvinist, the sort of man who liked to dominate women, and it gave her great pleasure to put such men in their place. Enjoying his apparent consternation, she took his massively thick penis in her hands and began rubbing it back and forth over the moist warm opening of her pussy.
Biff groaned in spite of himself as he felt her hotly furry wetness against the charged, rubbery head of his lust-enlarged cock. Teasingly she moved his pulsating thickness back and forth, almost but not quite taking it inside of her with each stroke. She rubbed her hard little clitoris against it, sending ecstatic waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies; then, twisting her naked pelvis in a lewd corkscrew motion, she slowly lowered herself onto his rigid pillar-like column. He groaned as her warmly throbbing softness slowly engulfed the stiffly lurching shaft. Leaning back, and using the floor for leverage, Lara began slowly pumping her smooth white buttocks up and down over him.
At the same time, the teenage girl began to squat over his face, spreading her fleece-lined outer lips with her hands. Looking up, Biff could see the thinly glistening crevice of her vaginal slit, already moist and throbbing. Involuntarily he began licking his lips in anticipation of what was about to happen. Yet, excited as he was, Biff was going through some unusual changes. It was a totally new experience for him to be literally at the mercy of the whims of a woman. And not just one there were four of them. Time and time again they had driven him to the peak of sensuality, then retreated, frustrating the young husband. He resented it deeply, yet he had agreed go along with anything they wanted, and knew he had to go through with it the best he could. Besides, he had to admit that he was experiencing nuances of pleasure that were undeniably pleasurable, and for the first time in his life he began to wonder if the straight-forward approach to sex wasn't the only approach.
As the naked teenager's cunt lowered onto his face, Biff snaked out his tongue and licked at the hard little bud of her clitoris, then moved downwards and began to explore the fleshy interior. He could feel her slender naked body tremble above him, exciting him all the more. Lara began to increase her fucking motions, and suddenly Biff felt more powerful than ever. Despite the fact that he was stretched helpless on the floor he was consumed with electrifying sensual feelings, the-likes of which he had never known before.
Suddenly Lara began to wriggle faster and faster, fucking up and down with savage excitement, while the teenager twisted above his lips, forcing the black-haired Irishman's quivering tongue deeper and deeper into her shuddering vaginal passage. The young husband heard Lara groan and realized with a shock that she was cumming, grinding her pussy up and down on his obscenely stiffened cock. The sultry brunette's wild gyrations were making his pelvis tremble as if an earthquake was going on in his loins. Instinctively he knew he would have to satisfy the other females as well, with no break; they were testing his masculinity and his bravado. If he was forced to cum now he might have to admit defeat. Gritting his teeth he held his seed back as Lara groaned wildly in orgasm, and the squirming teenager began to mewl from her own approaching climax.
Christ, he thought to himself, I'll never make it, I'll never make it!
On the other side of the balcony, in the locked room, Jane's twin passages between her lewdly splayed thighs were stretched almost beyond endurance by the two lust-thickened rods of male flesh, and every inch of her cream-white young body throbbed with stinging torturous pain.
Yet deep in her loins, a strange sensation began to grow, faint thrills of unexpected pleasure that grew stronger and stronger with each ramming stroke from the front and back. Her nakedly tingling skin began to ripple with flashes of pure animal passion, and the nerve endings of her body became heatedly alive as the currents of unconscious desire began to grow into tidal waves of masochistic delight, sweeping through her with hurricane force and obliterating completely her previous resistance and misery. The thrilling new sensations, mingled with the sharply wrenching pain, made her entire young body shake with barbaric passion, and, with a deep groan of surrender, she suddenly gave in completely to its irresistible force. Her cock-ravaged young body began to twist and writhe shamelessly between the two rapidly fucking males as a raging maelstrom of maddening delight swirled up through her hotly writhing body. Her hips moved eagerly backwards to meet Charlie Mandell's brutally thrusting cock with her now eagerly receptive rectum, and then forward to suck in the whole of his crew-cutted friend's rapidly plunging penis as it drove up inside her hungrily swallowing cunt. She undulated wildly between the two hard male bodies, overwhelmed at her ability to enjoy the experience, and relishing every moment of bestial sensuality. In that moment, she knew, the last traces of her prudish reserve were gone.
"OOOOOHHHHHH YYEEEEEESSSSSS!" she cried, "BOTH OF YOU FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK MEEEEEEE HHHAAAARRRRDDD!"
Charlie and Tom both sensed her overpowering excitement and it charged them with renewed potency. Their two hugely inflated cocks became even thicker with raw masculine power as they fucked into her, front and back, searing the twin channels of her loins like two massive battering rams, sharing the triumph of their subjugation of the ravishingly beautiful blonde wife pressed hotly between their wildly fucking male bodies.
"UUUUUUNNNNGGHHHHHH!" Tom groaned as his sperm-bloated testicles tightened suddenly and began to erupt under the intolerable pressure. "I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG ... AAAAANNNNNGGGHHH!"
His body jerked spasmodically as he erupted wave after wave of white-hot cum into Jane's furiously quaking cunt, emptying himself with deep guttural moans and filling her with his scalding semen.
Dan's young wife was out of her mind with seething pleasure, as her throbbing cuntal walls secreted a sweetly gushing fluid that made her delirious with ecstatic pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm was rolling like reverberating thunder through her wetly exploding cuntal interior and she moaned ceaselessly, like a young animal, in overwhelming release.
"UUUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH ... OOOOOOHHHHHH!"
Charlie was the last to reach climax, and he held off deliberately to be the last. Finally, however, he began to knife his stiffly hardened cock forward into Jane's greedily clenching anus like a thundering cannon. His tightly swollen balls could no longer contain his wildly churning semen and the thickly boiling cum soon traveled up the massive length of his lewdly thrusting cock until it burst through the parted glans of the head and gushed into the moist dark interior of the incoherent young wife's widely stretched rectum, filling her with a radiant burst of heated moisture that enhanced her delight beyond measure.
"Oh my God, " she moaned, scarcely believing the thrilling joy that pervaded her from head to foot, "Oh my God! Oh my God!"
* * *
In the opposite balcony room, a second female had taken Lara's place on Biff's strainingly erect cock and was screwing herself up and down, nearing the high point of orgasm.
"I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING!" she screamed as she drove herself down hard on Peggy's husband's great ramming penis, which was aching from the unaccustomed activity it had been subjected to. Simultaneously, the fourth female had replaced the teenager on Biff's face and was writhing in abandon as the nearly exhausted young husband struggled to satisfy her by pistoning his tongue in and out of her eagerly receptive pussy above. Biff's face was drenched with female fluid now, as he struggled to satisfy all of the women. He hadn't remotely anticipated it would be this difficult, but he was determined to see it through to the end. Finally, he knew, the girl above his face was cumming, and the older female that now rode his cock like it was a bucking bronco was beginning to moan in the telltale sounds of approaching orgasm.
Finally, agonized groans broke out from Biff who, having held back for so long, was now at the end of his strength. His long, sinewy cock was swollen and sore from the unbelievable amount of friction caused by the two greedy vaginas that had impaled themselves in quick succession onto his thick cock, and from the exertion of satisfying two women orally as well. Now, exhausted almost to the point of unconsciousness by his efforts, he could feel his thick male seed surging forward up the long shaft, demanding release.
"Uh! Uh! UUUUUUUHHHHHHH!" he groaned as, painfully, his heavy load of thick male cum began to spew out into the climaxing female's greedily clasping cuntal passage. He'd never felt anything like the abandoned screwing he'd received from the amoral quartet of females. His chained, muscular body was drenched with sweat and cum, and ached painfully. His hotly shuddering penis exploded with a torrent of hot fluid that overflowed the screwing woman's pussy and trickled down his distended column onto her thighs and his dark mound of tangled pubic hair.
In the main orgy room, Dan, Peggy and the other young man were rapidly approaching their own orgasm, and rocked back and forth on the water bed, their oil-drenched bodies glistening in the swirling, hallucinatory light, as the electronic music surrounded them. Above them, on three huge movie screens, the same picture was being projected: a giant Apollo rocket, ready for blastoff. As screams and moans of orgasm filled the room they were drown out by the sound from the film announcing the takeoff:
"TEN ... NINE ... EIGHT...."
Dan shoved his cock into Peggy's wetly frothing cunt with renewed urgency, while the young space-worker who had joined them held tightly to the sides of the water bed and began to buck his hotly distended cock eagerly into Peggy's eagerly sucking mouth.
"SEVEN ... SIX ... FIVE...."
Biff's wife felt the walls of her wetly quivering vagina begin to vibrate with pulsing hotness, unlike anything she had ever remotely experienced. Every part of her body sizzled with unbridled pleasure, and she was lost in a rocking sea of overwhelming sensuality. She was cumming ... cumming...
"FOUR ... THREE...."
Excitement mounted to fever-pitch in the huge orgy room, and activity mounted to near frenzy. Dan felt himself about to spill his seed and cried in his animal excitement ... the second young man began to buck as he erupted his hotly streaming cum into Peggy's open mouth...
"TWO ... ONE ... BLASTOFF!"
On the huge movie screens, three identical silver rockets suddenly erupted their fiery explosions, and in a roaring orange-red cloud of fire and smoke the gigantic machines lifted from the ground. Upward they soared, slowly at first, climbing higher and higher, bright streams of fire trailing behind them, roaring up into the clouds, into the dark night, splitting the heavens with their ear-shattering scream of power ... and then ... growing smaller and smaller ... moving away from the earth ... finally disappearing into the silent gray-black void of the universe.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following evening, the Nolans and the Archers met together, as planned, in Dan and Jane's apartment to discuss their reactions to the tumultuous orgy at the Quasar Club. The two couples sat together in the Archers' living room while a warm summer breeze filtered pleasantly through the open balcony doors and mellow orchestral music played on the stereo.
"Oh, man," Biff groaned in exhaustion as he sprawled in a large easy chair, "I'm still bushed. What a night, what a hell of a night that was!"
"Will you look at the old slugger there?" his wife quipped, "He was the one who was so damned hopped up over this thing, and he looks like he was run over by a truck."
"What exactly happened?" Dan asked of his co-worker. "We were all so foggy afterwards I never asked you."
"I'll tell you what happened ... it was four chicks, man, four gorgeous chicks in one room, and I was the only guy."
"A dream come true, right?" Peggy remarked with a touch of sarcasm.
"All right, all right, don't rub it in," her husband said. "I tell you, Dan, those chicks were out of their heads. They gave me the once-over, man, and I ain't never gonna be the same."
"Yeah, he finally met his match," the redhead said, laughing, "I never thought I'd live to see the day."
"To tell you the truth," her husband continued, "I never thought I would either. But oh, brother!"
"Listen, Jane," Peggy said to her friend, "what went on with you and Charlie Mandell? Tell, tell. I'm dying to know."
"Oh ... it was fine...." Dan's blonde wife didn't know quite what to say. Although it was true that she experienced a galvanic breakthrough thanks to the brutal anal and vaginal assault inflicted by the goateed libertine and his co-worker, she wasn't at all sure she wanted to go through such an ordeal again. Even though she had ultimately enjoyed it, the young wife didn't like Charlie and Tom's attitude toward her, almost as if she wasn't human in their eyes, just a slave to satisfy their sexual whims. And she blamed herself for being forced into it; after all, she was the one who had flirted with Charlie at the supermarket and suggested that they all go to the club because she was afraid of losing Dan to Peggy. Dan's young wife could feel tears of confusion forming in the corners of her eyes, and she struggled to hold them back. "What about you and Dan?" she asked finally, masking her unhappiness, "did you enjoy yourselves?"
The voluptuous redhead exchanged a warm glance with Jane's husband and they both smiled, remembering the hotly exciting copulation on the water bed.
"Well, you know Dan and I stayed together. We found a couple of water beds and...."
She was interrupted suddenly when, unaccountably, Dan's young blonde wife broke into tears. She brought her hands to her face to hide them, but it was useless, for her shoulders shook with heavy sobs, and it was readily apparent to the others that something was wrong.
"Honey, what is it?" her husband asked, moving closer to her on the couch and holding her in an embrace. "What's the matter?"
"It's nothing ... really," she replied through her tears.
Peggy and Biff exchanged quick, puzzled looks.
"Jane," the redhead asked, leaning forward in her chair with concern, "was it because of Charlie? Something he did?"
"No ... yes ... well ... oh, I feel so terrible." She buried her face in Dan's chest and struggled to pull herself together, but it was useless. Finally her husband cupped her face in his hands and spoke to her gently.
"Jane, please tell me what's wrong. We all agreed that if we didn't like the club we didn't have to go back. Mandell's an ass-hole! If he was too rough last night, believe me, you don't ever have to...."
Suddenly, his wife pulled away, wiping the tears from her eyes, and faced them all directly.
"No," she began, speaking quietly, "it wasn't Charlie, or what he did to me last night. It's my fault. I should never have talked to him like I did. I should have let matters alone and turned his invitation down. But I didn't. Because ... because I was afraid...."
"Afraid?" Peggy asked. "Afraid of what, honey?"
"Afraid ... afraid you would take Dan away from me if I didn't."
Her confession was met with astonishment by the others. Dan, Peggy and Biff exchanged looks of surprise and puzzlement.
"Peggy would...? Janie, what made you think that could ever possibly happen?"
"Oh ... it's all so silly, I know ... but ... it just seemed to me that you two were ... I don't know ... very close ... and I was ... I was jealous. I thought you might be falling in love with Peggy, Dan ... I really did...."
"But, Jesus, honey," her husband said, confused, "how could you have ever gotten that idea? It's right out of nowhere...."
"Well ... not quite," Peggy said. "Maybe there's something to it, Dan."
"What?" Biff remarked in surprise, sitting bolt upright in his chair, "You mean you're fallin' for Dan?"
"Aw, hold your horses, slugger," the wife snapped, "I'm not about to leave you for anybody, you can bet on it. But ... you know, Dan ... in a way maybe I was falling for you just a little ... we were getting kind of close, you know ... and maybe Jane picked up on it."
"Is it true, Dan?" Biff asked, a slight edge of hostility in his voice.
The curly-haired space-worker glanced for a moment at his blonde wife then to the Nolans, then spoke quietly.
"Well ... maybe a little ... I have to be honest. It's not that I don't love you, Jane," he said, gazing warmly at his wife and holding her affectionately, "but ... if the truth be told ... I guess I was just able to talk to Peggy about some things...."
"...that you couldn't talk to me about?" his wife asked, feeling butterflies in the pit of her stomach.
"Sometimes yes ... sometimes no," her husband admitted, "and ... Peggy would ... would do things in bed...."
"That I wouldn't do."
"Honey, it's not that...."
"No, Dan, it's all right," his blonde young wife said. "It's true. I haven't been as active in bed with you as I should. It's my fault."
"No, not entirely," her husband went on. "I should have been stronger, firmer ... I don't know ... taken more time to understand what you wanted...."
Biff, who had been relatively silent, leaned towards his wife.
"Peggy ... how do you feel about ... uh, Dan, here? If you want to leave me, you know, you got the right...."
"Aw, I'm not gonna leave nobody," the redhead said. "You don't have to get your clothes packed. But Biff ... listen, there were some things about Dan and me...."
"Like what, for instance?" her husband whined, a little hurt.
"Like for instance, the fact that he lets me talk about things that I feel...."
"And you mean I don't let you talk? Hell, . you're always yappin' away!"
"Biff, half the time I'm tryin' to get a word in edgewise with you. We talk, yes, but not about important things ... things you may not agree with...."
"Like what?"
"Like how we make love. Listen Biff, you're one of the best lays in the world, I mean that. But sometimes ... sometimes I wish you were just a little more ... dare I say it? ... romantic."
"Romantic?"
"Yeah, baby, romantic."
Peggy's husband turned away from his wife, subdued by her words, and seemed to become lost in thought. The redhead turned her attention to her blonde friend.
"Janie, listen. You don't have to be jealous of me and Dan, really. I think you were right that you picked up on what was happening between us. If things just went on the way they were, maybe we could have had some real trouble. I'm glad its out in the open. I can't speak for Dan, but for me ... listen, I wouldn't do anything in the world to hurt you, Janie, no matter how much I liked Dan. I think our friendship is more important than anything else. Anything!"
The blonde wife smiled warmly at Peggy and realized that she had nothing to fear from her husband's co-worker's wife. Slowly, she turned to face her husband.
"Dan? How do you feel?"
Her handsome young spouse looked at her for a moment then drew her into a close embrace.
"I'll show you how I feel," he said, bending down and kissing her warmly on the lips. At first
Jane held back for a moment, unsure of her feelings, but in the next instant she threw her arms around her husband and held him tightly, returning his kiss with rapidly mounting ardor.
Peggy watched the Archers wistfully, pleased that they were making up and glad everything had been brought out into the open. She was surprised, a moment later, to feel someone nudging her to make room on her chair. It was Biff. He squeezed down next to his ravishing red-haired wife and took her in his arms.
"So I ain't romantic enough, huh?"
"Well ... sometimes...."
"Guess I'm just gonna have to make some changes then."
"Such as?"
"Such as...." He leaned down gently and kissed his wife tenderly on the lips. At first Peggy was uncertain what was happening, for Biff had never been so gentlemanly with her. But the light touch of his full lips on hers, brushing lightly, tantalizingly over her mouth, sent chills of desire tingling over her skin. Soon she was returning his kiss with mounting affection, letting him hold her tightly.
On the couch, meanwhile, Jane found herself being swept away in a steady mounting fever of desire as Dan kissed and caressed her. She felt an assurance in his touch, an authority that she had never sensed before, and it drove her wild with passion. Instinctively, she let her hand slip down to unzip the fly of his trousers. His massive penis was already growing stiff with excitement, and quickly, deftly, Jane withdrew the throbbing rod of male flesh and began to massage it with her hand. Her husband began to groan sensually, making his young wife thrill with happiness.
"Oh, honey, that feels so good," he gasped.
"I'll make you feel even better," she whispered. Without warning, she bent down and took the whole of her husband's rigidly erect penis in her mouth, sucking and licking it expertly.
Dan couldn't believe what was happening. His pretty blonde spouse had never behaved too freely with him, never taken the initiative like this before. Now she was sucking happily on his warmly pulsing cock, working her lips subtly, teasingly and driving him wild with aching lust. A sense of deep affection for his bride washed over him, and he knew at that moment that she had changed, changed in ways he had never thought possible.
Peggy and Biff, across from them, momentarily interrupted their own embrace to watch Jane's oral manipulations of her husband's thickly swollen cock.
"Would you like me to do that to you?" the redhead inquired, knowing how much her husband enjoyed having his cock sucked.
"Wouldn't mind it," he replied. "But, this time ... why don't I do it to you?"
"You mean you want to...." Biff grinned at his wife, nodding a heartfelt yes " ... well, this is my lucky day. Biff, honey, anytime, any place! You never cease to amaze me, honey."
"I ain't so dumb as you think, baby. And believe me, after the session with those chicks last night, I'm a changed man."
"I'm delighted to hear it," the redheaded wife said enthusiastically. Quickly, she pulled up her mini-skirt and inserted her fingers in the waistband of her panties, wriggling quickly out of the flimsy garment so that the nakedly pink flesh of her vaginal split was fully proffered towards her husband. "Ready when you are, B.N.! "
"Ready, set, go!" he replied. Positioning himself on his knees before her, he dove head first into her softly moistened cuntal flesh. A sweet feminine scent wafted up into his nostrils and his quivering tongue quickly darted out and began to eagerly explore the curling strands that surrounded her trembling, pink slit. He began a maddening licking, a licking that moved down closer and closer to the wide-open palpitating mouth of his wife's warmly moist vaginal opening.
"Ooooohhh," Peggy moaned as he drove his tongue upwards into the wetly heated interior of her pussy, "oooohhh ... I never thought I'd live to see the day, never...."
Jane, at the same time, was driving her young husband wild with warm waves of erotic pleasure as she skillfully sucked on his heatedly throbbing cock with her wet mouth. He let his hands tangle themselves in the silky, short-cropped blonde hair, and it seemed to the young space-worker that he was in paradise as Jane's warmly working mouth and lips created a gentle vacuum around the sensitive head of his cock.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good, sooo goooddd!"
His wife was deeply pleased that she could bring such delight to her husband, and she took his pulsating shaft deep into her wetly ovaled mouth, letting her lips graze lovingly over the veined and swollen shaft. Eagerly, she moved her moist warm mouth up and down his massively thickened pole of male flesh, pausing at the blood-gorged cock-head to tease it lightly with her teeth. Then, with her hands, she pulled his pants and shorts down so that she could playfully fondle his heavy testicles as she continued her abandoned oral ministrations.
"Oh, Janie," Dan moaned, "it's fantastic!" In that moment, the curly-haired mechanic knew that their marriage was just beginning and that there was no limit now to what they could have together. His fiercely mounting ardor grew to near-overwhelming proportions, and he knew that more than anything else, he wanted now to fuck his own ravishing wife, and no one else's. Swiftly, his hand found its way up under her dress and slipped inside the waistband of her panties until he found the warm flesh of her cuntal split. To his surprise it was already wet with desire and expanded easily under the probing of his stiffened middle finger.
"Janie, do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered to his greedily sucking wife.
Moments later, his blonde spouse pulled away from his wildly lurching penis.
"Oh yes, lover. More than anything in the world."
Needing no further encouragement, the happy young couple swiftly removed all their clothes, and Jane lay back on the wide couch, spreading her legs, bending her knees and eagerly proffering her hungrily waiting cuntal entrance for her husband's pleasure. Dan positioned himself quickly over her, his massively inflamed cock hard as a rock and poised at the entrance to her cuntal sheath.
"I love you, Jane," he whispered, "I love you so much."
In the next moment he slipped his hotly jerking penis into her moistly throbbing vaginal interior. Then he began to rock back and forth, each plunging stroke quickly drawing them into a surging ocean of love.
Hearing their groans of pleasure, Biff stopped licking his wife's slickly warm pussy for a moment as he and Peggy watched with amusement at the frantic copulation.
"Ain't it grand?" the redhead sighed.
"Yeah, ain't it!" Biff winked at his voluptuous wife. "How about sixty-nine, baby? We haven't done it since we first got married."
"Lover, you're on!"
In no time the Archers had divested themselves of all clothes and quickly slipped into place on the thick rug next to the couch where Dan and Jane were making love. Lovingly, Peggy took the enormous girth of her young husband's thickly swollen cock into her mouth and began to suck on it happily, while Biff, straddling his wife on his hands and knees, lowered his face once more into the succulent softness of her cuntal interior.
Meanwhile, on the couch, Jane was running her hands over the rippling muscles of her dark-haired husband's back and shoulders, deliriously happy that she could give herself to him completely now. Life was full of promise, and it seemed the world had opened up for the both of them. As their passion mounted, bursts of tingling delight rushed to every part of her body; she felt warm and light as air, in love as never before.
Dan, at the same time, swung his hotly yearning cock into her softly clasping warmth with rising desire. His body moved with strength and precision as each sinewy muscle bulged with passion. His loins began to vibrate with lust, and the blood surged hotly through his wildly flexing body.
Both couples sucked and fucked happily, each of them finding, miraculously, that their partners had found new and exciting techniques to their love lives. The Archers reached orgasm first, both Dan and Jane groaning deliriously as they reached a torrid and galvanic union together. The Nolans followed not long after as Biff erupted a steamingly hot stream of white cum into Peggy's hungrily swallowing mouth, at the same driving his thick tongue deeply into his red-haired wife's wildly orgasming pussy and making her entire body shudder with hot pleasure.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, both couples relaxed, Biff and Peggy sprawled nakedly on the thick rug, while the Archers lay happily entwined in each other's arms on the couch.
"Well, well, well," Peggy said as she reached lazily over her husband to find her cigarettes, "Life is full of surprises, isn't it?"
"You can say that again," Dan sighed contentedly, nuzzling his young blonde wife.
"Think we should ever go back to the Quasar Club?" Biff asked, after a moment or two.
There was an immediate and heartfelt "No!" from the others, and then they all laughed. They knew instinctively that now they had found happiness in the arms of their spouses, they wouldn't need the decadent stimulation of the club to keep their sexual lives vital.
"Then ... shall we keep on ... swapping?" Jane asked, not sure how the others felt.
"It's fine with me," Peggy said enthusiastically.
"Me, too," Dan added quickly.
"And you Biff?" the blonde wife asked.
"Well, you know the old saying: 'two's company, three's a crowd, but four makes a mighty fine fuck!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well, folks," the heavy-set man with the Stetson hat was saying, "it's all yours. Here's the keys, and let me personally wish you a happy stay here in Houston!"
It was the following spring that Biff and Dan were transferred to the Space-Complex at Houston, Texas. After some discussion, the friendly couples had decided to see if they could rent a duplex together so they could remain as close as possible. After a short search they had found just what they were looking for, a new, two-story brick house with a cozy apartment on each floor.
"Thanks, Mr. Jackson," Peggy's husband said, accepting the keys and shaking the Real Estate agent's hand. "I think we're going to enjoy it here."
"Fine, just fine. Well, it's all yours now, so I'll get back to the office. Take care, y'hear?"
"We will," Dan said. "And thanks again."
After the agent had gone, the two couples once more went through both empty apartments; the men made plans about shelves they wanted to install and various do-it-yourself improvements while the wives chatted enthusiastically about new furniture and household items. Ever since they had begun their swapping arrangement, the Archers and the Nolans had become closer and friendlier in every way, and their respective marriages had strengthened incredibly well. Now they had moved to a new city, a new State, where they hoped to make a new beginning for themselves.
"It seems so empty without any chairs or tables," Jane said, as they all stood in the unfurnished living room of the second floor apartment.
"Ah, don't worry, in two weeks we'll be settled in like peas in a pod," her red-haired friend replied.
"I'm gonna get me a hat like that guy wore, a cowboy hat!" Biff said, a broad smile on his face. "I mean we're in Texas now, ain't we? Gotta be a cowboy!"
"It's Billy the Kid!" his wife quipped sarcastically.
"Damn right," her husband replied, "and you're Calamity Jane!" Swaggering towards his voluptuous wife in a comic imitation of a cowboy, he swept her into his arms and began to kiss her hungrily. Dan and Jane watched, amused, and then laughed as Biff began to unbutton the front of his red-haired wife's snug-fitting blouse.
"Biff!" the laughing redhead exclaimed, "what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? Having a housewarming party?"
With a sigh of resignation, his ravishingly proportioned spouse let the eager space-mechanic take off her clothes. The Archers turned to each other as Biff and Peggy began to caress and fondle each other's naked bodies in the empty front room of their new home.
"Guess we should join the party, hon?" Jane's husband said, smiling warmly at his pretty blonde wife.
"Guess we should," she replied, toying with the top buttons of his shirt. Dan leaned down and kissed her warmly on the lips, letting his tongue graze teasingly into her warmly receptive mouth.
"Welcome home, honey," he whispered.
"Oh, welcome home," she replied, waves of happiness rippling through her firmly rounded young body. "Oh yes ... welcome home!"
