What seems to have become the American way of conducting business-namely the annual convention, serves as the setting for this critical commentary on a "new life style" for middle-class America.
But it is a convention in name only that Bella Dietrich uses for her appraisal of the wife-swapping scene that is sweeping the country. There have been headlines splashed across the newspapers of our land decrying the decadence of the practice, and feature stories in all of the national magazines asking, "Is this activity on your list of leisure-time pursuits?"
Ginny Blake assumes the role of girl reporter to provide a first-hand account of what the action is and how it is organized. In her attempt to provide in-depth coverage for this special event, she finds herself caught in the hub of the husband-wife merry-go-round. The brass ring she reaches for never materializes, but the men and women who ride the snorting steeds spur the activities to a fevered pitch.
Interwoven with reporting on the convention participants is her crusade for the women's lib movement. She must prove she is capable of covering this story in order to move up in her journalistic career.
Accompanied by Larry Eisenberg, staff photographer, Ginny goes to San Diego to cover the convention. They pose as a married couple in order to be accepted by the swapping couples who have traveled from all over the country for this mass-meeting.
As the tempo increases, the influence of old-world customs becomes apparent with the staging of a Roman banquet. The kaleidoscope of history flickers across the scene and the marriage rites of the so-called civilized people are dissolved.
Anthropologists have long speculated on the structure of the monogamous union. They have explained it by rationalizing that approximately equal numbers of males and females are born, and at the lower economic levels it is possible for a male to only support one female. In addition, studies show that children born to monogamous unions have a better chance of survival. However, the practice of polygamy has existed for thousands of years.
Psychiatrists have noted that man is by nature a polygamous being. Some experts have suggested that the large number of unsuccessful marriages and the rising divorce rate in the United States is directly related to monogamy. There has even been discussion on the legalizing of companionate marriage--i.e., a sort of trial marriage that could be dissolved at the end of a year.
Customs and people are changing in the world we live in. Perhaps the portrait painted by Convention Orgy will be one more step in questioning, reviewing, and revising our present marital structure.
Brandon Books is pleased to provide its readers with this provocative presentation of a problem that exists in America today.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
An unearthly pall of smog obscured the top of the Los Angeles Clarion building and settled in an opaque film over the inner city. Automobile horns bleated their trapped cries and the streets filled with scurrying humanity, almost all of them goggled with sunglasses against the gray gloom. Lumbering steel trucks like armored beasts rammed their way through the teeming traffic, snorting their rage through grinding gears.
The noise was muffled to a subliminal hum on the top floor of the Clarion inside Clint Worthington Greer's private office. The glass-filtered smog up here only created an urge to wipe the windows, like wiping the shower steam off a mirror. Beige damask, thick, bleached wool Indian carpeting, soft Venetian red leather and fine chestnut paneling lulled the occupants into believing they were in the quiet decorum of an English gentlemen's club.
Greer leaned back of the expansive desk in his high-backed leather chair, watching Ginny Blake lean forward to press home still another argument. Her long beautiful legs were crossed and angled to the side. He let his eyes slide down their silken length surreptitiously when Natalie turned to say something to Larry Eisenberg. Ginny opened her hands in an imploring gesture and Clint felt his whole gut tighten at the clearly outlined mounds of her large firm breasts under the blue knit. What the hell was he sitting here arguing with Ginny Blake for? He didn't give a damn how many prize stories she'd done. She was made for one thing and one thing only.
"You see, Mr. Greer, I'm not just one of your fly-by-night reporters. This is my career. I expect to be working on a newspaper when I'm ninety-five." Her deep blue eyes were earnest and pleading ... so beautiful in their thick long fringe of startling black lashes that a man could agree to almost anything just looking into them. Clint took in her silky black hair swept up and twisted in a French roll off her neck, severe except for the thick soft bangs that almost got tangled in her eyelashes. A man could also imagine what that hair would be like with the pins out and flung out on a pillow. The thick cream color of her skin set off those blue eyes and black hair. He looked at all of the skin that was visible, from her beautiful face with its straight little nose and small determined chin, the long delicate throat, the graceful hands, and back to the throat and the creamy V where her neckline cut off the view. But it didn't take much imagination to know that the rest of the skin on her long slender body was just as white and poreless.
"I realize that I'm probably a little young to tackle this assignment. But I know I can do it. I've planned a four-part story." Ginny tugged a briefcase from the inside arm of her chair.
Larry Eisenberg had had about all he could take. That bastard Greer had been undressing Ginny with his eyes ever since they came in for this conference. The Great God Greer, publisher and philanthropist. He wondered why Greer had never spotted Ginny before. She'd been here almost five months now. Maybe he had, come to think of it.
"Sir..." Larry spoke up, leaning forward with elbows on knees. He didn't know why the hell he should be concerned. Ginny was a good enough broad though ... and nobody on the whole damn paper had been able to get next to her. Maybe that was why he resented the "old man" leering. Larry cleared his throat. "If I may offer an opinion, I don't think it's youth that anybody's objecting to
... but this is rather a raw assignment....that might offend feminine sensibilities."
"Offend feminine sensibilities!" Ginny spluttered. "But don't you see-"
Natalie had to intervene. Clint was going to be furious with her, but that was mostly his permanent state at work. She knew his precious ego would be wounded again and she'd pay for this at home ... but she'd worry about that then. At the Clarion she couldn't afford to be a wife ... she had a paper to get out and run and hopefully build into something even better than it had been in her grandfather's day.
"Clint ... Larry----" Both men turned to look at Natalie Greer. She was a slight woman with short dark brown hair that had two perfect white wings of hair sweeping up from her temples. They were her trademark. Most women would have kept then dyed but Natalie knew they accentuated her large doe eyes and aquiline nose. The white wings lent a regal air to such a small woman and she increased this by borrowing Ethel Barrymore's old trick of wearing only gray, white, or black. Her small, perfectly manicured hands came off her gray wool lap and she toyed with her silver-monogrammed pencil.
"I know you have the best of intentions, Larry. But perhaps, Ginny must try for the best assignment ... no matter how 'raw.' She has a fine sense of news and an intuition about the things that are going to be important tomorrow. As managing editor, I must vote that we let Ginny cover the first Swingers' Convention." She ended quietly but firmly.
Clint felt Natalie's words as well as heard them. Quiet as they were, they stung like a glove flung across his cheek. His normally ruddy skin grew even ruddier. To cover his fury, he rose to his full six feet four inches and turned to look at the muted, hazy street scene below. Shoving both hands in his pockets to keep from running them through his red hair, which was his normal gesture of impatience, he gritted his teeth with his back to the room. Clint could feel the blood rising to his face. Showing her authority like that to the help! The hired help! Goddamned bitch! How the hell could he make policy or do anything with his own wife as managing editor?
"I appreciate your confidence, Mrs. Greer," Ginny said in her soft insinuating voice. "And I hope Mr. Greer will be willing to let me try." Ginny kept her eyes on Clint Greer's hostile back in the expensive gray-green suit, her heart thudding and her head beating out an insistent prayer that she hoped would influence him. She had to get this assignment! The grapevine was pretty reliable and there was a vacancy coming up. Everyone knew that the assistant feature's editor job was up for grabs. With one really important assignment like this, handled well, she'd have a chance for it... a good chance.
Larry looked at Ginny sitting there so intensely, willing the "old man" to go for it. She was so beautiful she didn't look real ... the same almost unreal beauty of Elizabeth Taylor before she got too plump. Christ! What was the matter with Natalie Greer that she couldn't foresee the troubles they'd have with a girl who looked like that covering the first annual Swingers' Convention. What the hell was he supposed to do? Sleep outside her door with a carbine? Larry imagined himself battling hordes of wife-weary men trying to get at Ginny Blake. And as for pretending to be married to her so she could cover the story and let him get the photographs without anyone being the wiser ... Jesus! No one would believe that he, Larry Eisenberg, was married to that goddamned goddess.
Larry knew only too well what he looked like. He became even more painfully aware of it when sitting next to Ginny. Medium height... maybe an inch or two taller than she was ... light brown curly hair that had a tendency to bush out when he was excited, light brown eyes and a big high-domed forehead, a cynical defensive curl to his full lips, great big feet and long well-boned sensitive hands ... a thin wiry body that tended to slump because he did just that so much, using his camera ... hunching this way and that for shots.
Willing to let her try. Clint was willing to let her try a lot of things. Suddenly he saw a way. Try. Yes, she was going to have to try for it. A try-out, you might say. He turned back to the room, his ruddy big-nosed, handsome face bland and almost smiling.
"No organization can go forward unless it's willing to take some risks. Certainly the Clarion has always taken its share."
Natalie was already at the door. She had work to do and it would only make things worse later if she hung around for Clint's capitulation. She took one last look at her huge smiling husband, pouring out the charm and recovering his poise. Larry was hunching up to leave too. Poor guy looked miserable. She closed the door swiftly and made her way down the hall to her own office wondering if she was ever going to learn how to cope with a husband and a paper.
Larry descended gratefully to the chaotic depths of the building. He sank back wearily at his desk and lit a cigarette. His phone rang insistently and he let it ring. Five times. He counted them as he smoked lazily. Six. Seven. The noise seemed to make the ugly black instrument twitch at each brrinnggg. Shit.
"Yeah."
"Where the hell are my Sunday fashion-page pics?" You had to say one thing for Vera Valentine. She was nothing if not direct.
"At the bottom of a deep dark hole."
"Fuck you too, buster. I've got to have them! Now! Deep dark hole. What kind of shit is that?"
"Still in the camera. Keep your goddamned shirt on or you might expose two very obvious defects. The pics will be out this afternoon." Larry slammed down the receiver before she could do more than splutter.
He should have been elated. He got to spend three days in a posh hotel with Ginny Blake for company, with the tab all on the Clarion. Why had he kept pushing to get her off the assignment? Any damn guy in the building would have jumped at it. Well, for thirty-two years Larry Eisenberg had been a perverse son of a bitch. There was no denying that. He stubbed out his cigarette violently. He knew damn well that wasn't it ... at least not all of it. Maybe it was the same thing that kept him glued to this rat race when he knew he wanted to learn to do something important with a camera. He wanted to make statements ... big statements and little ones about human beings ... about mankind ... about the world. And deep down inside Larry Eisenberg knew he was afraid. Scared spit-less!
Even as he talked, Clint had seen Natalie leave and then Larry sneak out. That bitch always left him hanging out... and as for Larry, well, he was worried about little Miss Blue Eyes here. But Little Miss Blue Eyes had said in every way in the world that she was capable of taking care of herself ... that she'd do anything to further her career ... that she could do anything a man could do and maybe better. She was going to get her try. Right now.
Ginny watched Clint Greer walk behind her, still talking, and heard him do something with the door. Seeing that Larry had closed it, she guessed. The carpet muffled his footsteps and she didn't realize he'd crossed the room again until she felt his hands on her shoulders.
"You're going to get your chance, my dear." His hands, big and faintly freckled, squeezed her, then trailed away as he came around to lean on the big desk right in front of her. There was something almost palpable in the air. Clint Greer exuded such magnetism and charm that it was almost as though the atmosphere was full of electricity.
"I don't think you realize what's in store for you. These people are wife swappers. They exchange partners ... sexual partners. Two couples simply trade mates and have intercourse." His rich, brown velvet eyes with the shaggy, sandy red eyebrows burrowed into her and Ginny felt a warning signal go off in her head.
"Yes, I know that, Mr. Greer ... but I've covered murders and heaven knows what."
"But covering a murder does not require you to become a murderess," he said slowly .. . letting each word sink in.
Ginny's blue eyes widened as she realized the full import of what he meant. "But . . . there's no reason Larry and I can't fake that sort of thing ... and disappear. I mean surely you don't expect-"
"I don't expect anything," Clint said sharply. "But I don't think you'll be able to fake anything and get the story ... and if the conventioneers find out why you're there ... as a reporter... you won't get any story at all."
"I know it won't be easy ... but I still want to try," Ginny said as calmly as she could. He was giving her the creeps. An involuntary shudder ran up her arms.
"Very well." Clint was looking her over frankly, mentally seeing the full ripeness of those breasts tumbling out naked and voluptuous. Her long thighs were still crossed and they were outlined by the clinging blue knit fabric that ended just above the knee, their shape and proportion and angle making a small V at the bottom of her lap that drew his eyes like a magnet. Yes, he was more than willing to let Ginny Blake try.
Ginny stood up to edge away and cut. The Great God Greer was making her uneasy and uncertain by his insinuations and efforts to throw her off balance. Mrs. Greer had made him give in but she had the terrible feeling that she, Ginny Blake, was going to reap the consequences.
"Thank you, Mr. Greer. I do appreciate the opportunity-" Her words were cut short, for Greer grabbed her and crushed her against his enormous body with the swiftness of a bird of prey. Ginny found her mouth caught by his in a fierce kiss, his iron arms completely surrounding her and pressing her into the length of his maleness. She was so surprised that for a moment she wasn't quite sure what really had happened but she could feel the bruising demanding lips and hot breath. The expensive tobacco and wool smell of his clothes hit her nostrils. The warm, hard muscular domination of his arms and hands circled her rib cage and buttocks ... and the unmistakable rigid bulge of his manhood under the trousers pressed insistently against her belly. Did he truly think she was some naive little chit who'd be willing to pay for job opportunity? She pushed hard against his chest with doubled fists, her briefcase falling to the floor unheeded.
Clint held her easily, hardly exerting himself. Despite her height and she must be at least five seven or eight, taller now in her navy lizard pumps, she was very slender and felt small and defenseless against his strength, her little bones cushioned in peach-firm flesh. The big luscious breasts were mashed hard against his chest and he knew his vest buttons must be cutting into her. So she didn't much like paying the price. Well, they all decided that when things got right down to the pay-off. Clint shoved his tongue brutally into her mouth, forcing it past her teeth, and clutched her even closer, one ripe little ass cheek in his big hand. She was a wild thing, trying to claw his face now. He ignored it and concentrated on the feel of this delectable creature, already imagining undressing her. He liked wild things. Taming them made him master of himself again.
Ginny struggled hard, panting through her nose in tortured breaths, but her beating fists and clawing fingernails didn't seem to affect him at all. This huge monster went right on kissing her ... French kissing her with his tongue exploring every soft little ridge of her mouth and his hot hand covering and clenching her bottom. She could even feel that damn thing of his beating against her soft belly.
With a superhuman effort born of necessity, Ginny wrenched her mouth away and gasped, "Stop ... it... no ... I won't..." only to have his huge paw catch the back of her head and force her straining mouth back to his. She felt his strong fingers push through her twisted-up hair and the pins begin to fall noiselessly onto the carpet.
This little Irish filly had to learn. Clint Greer gave the signals. When he was ready to let her go, he would, and not until. Clint tongue-fucked her mercilessly, his fingers tearing out the pins in her hair all the while his steel-hard thigh forced between her legs and he could feel the pubic arch beneath her clothes. She was whining now deep in her throat and straining in his arms as though they were a hated cage. Clint grabbed her flailing arms and pinned them with one of his behind her back, his thigh shoving up even harder into her pubic area, which freed one of his huge hands to close over her heaving breast.
Ginny was trembling now with rage, frustration, and naked fear. This brute was so strong and he was so determined that panic began to gnaw at her insides. How was she ever going to get out of this one? Even her legs were pinned with his hard thigh thrust obscenely between her own and it was arching up against her pubis. She could feel her hair flowing down over her shoulders to the middle of her back but that brutal hand still held her skull as though it were a baseball in the palm of a huge catcher's mitt. He'd looked so gentlemanly, she thought hysterically, in his expensive suit and vest and handmade English brogues. Clothes make the man, and she laughed hollowly in her own head.
The feel of Ginny's heaving, fluttering breasts in Clint's hands sent the blood coursing up into his already rigid steel shaft in ever-increasing tides. He could feel its length bundled into his shorts painfully and mashed against the yielding softness of her belly. Hefting the erotic weight of her breast in his palm, he marveled at its perfect ripeness and globular curvature. Real breasts, not like Natalie's small hard little pears that felt green and undeveloped, as though the sun had never warmed them enough for them to swell to full ripeness." But Ginny's ... those rounded mounds of Venus were a real woman's breasts made to succor a man ... and soon they'd be in his mouth.
The hot male hand caressing, holding, and weighing her breasts sent an unwanted lassitude like a drift of sun through an angry cloud wavering through Ginny's unwilling body. Oh God. How had she let herself be trapped? She'd had bosses who tried to make her before, but she'd always managed to feel it coming and sidestep them or laugh them out of it. But there'd only been the tiniest of warnings just before he grabbed her. Maybe Joe had been right about her, after all. Ambition would destroy her in the end. But he'd been so lazy and so irresponsible and so unstable. She'd felt more than justified in divorcing him after one miserable year of teenage marriage and at eighteen she had not really felt like a divorcee ... but a young girl on her way who'd only been temporarily side-tracked. Now at twenty-six, she was on her way or had been, until now.
Sensing the change in mood, the basic attitude relenting as well as the struggling and straining, Clint let his mouth slide at last away from Ginny's bruised mouth down her cheek to her white column of throat. His hand insinuated inside the V neckline to feel the satin skin of her and his fingers snaked across one soft round shoulder inside her knit dress and then poked down inside the edge of her bra toward the rounded hillock of her breast, while his mouth nibbled gently along her throat and ear and jaw. "Such ... a beautiful ... thing." Clint muttered against the silken warmness of her skin.
"Nooo-o-o-o-o!" Ginny breathed as she felt his fingers reach the soft goal of her nipple which hardened instantly to erect attention. A jolt of electrical thrill ricocheted through her body as he pinched the sensitive bud to a quivering desire-tensed hard little tip. An equally traitorous tensing had started between her legs, a drawing inward of taut strings that seemed to pull up through her whole torso in some intricate connection to the base of her skull. At least he wasn't holding her an abject prisoner as he had been. There was a chance ... a bare chance that she might get away if she fooled him into thinking she was going to give in. Oh, how could she have been such a fool? Such a blind ambitious fool.
When he brought both hands around to fondle her breasts and fumble at the catch of her lace bra, his hot mouth probing her inner ear like a small voracious penis, Ginny forced herself, despite her responding body's protests, to throw her arms up and push hard and turn to run desperately toward the door.
"Goddamn!" she heard him roar just as her hand closed over the huge brass knob. He caught her by the arms, his steel hands like iron bands. Greer jerked her around brutally. "The door's locked."
A sudden fury shook her and a red haze of rage before her eyes made him look like a raving maniac. "I am not any little office slut who's going to pay you, Mr. Greer! Let me go," she panted as he shook her. "I'll scream." Tears of rage began pouring down her face.
"Who'd listen?" Clint snarled. "And if they did ... I'd only insist you were pulling the old rape trick. Who's going to believe you against me, you stupid little bitch!"
"Please ... please..." she begged, the helplessness closing in on her again. She knew the moment he said it that he was right. He had only to say that she started tearing her clothes off and stood there screaming rape in order to humiliate an important man. Without a doubt he'd be believed. The great publisher and philanthropist would never be accused of what he was doing. She was only a reporter and a new one with only five months on the Clarion.
"And if you have any ideas about exposing me with another paper, forget it. I'll have you blackballed with every paper in the country!" His hands bit into her arms cruelly, the contorted face above her spitting out his anger on her. It couldn't be happening, but it was! She was going to be raped right here and now and there was nothing she could do about it. She'd always laughed at the extreme women's lib groups who screamed, "male chauvinist pig," but now she knew what they were talking about. Why had she even asked for this assignment? She might never have really come to Greer's attention if she'd done her job and stayed out of his way. But how could she have predicted this insane reaction?
The anger and terror on Ginny's face only made her more beautiful than ever. Her black hair streamed in silky wealth down over her shoulders. The blue eyes were wet and her abject tear-stained face more white than before. The blue knit dress had come unbuttoned so that the V had widened and deepened, showing the white lace bra and the creamy mounds foaming over the top. Clint felt the galvanized steel of his prick jerk convulsively in his pants.
"Now you listen to me!" He twisted her arms behind her, held them in a bruising grip, then ran his other hand up the back of her head to catch a handful of shining black waving hair, thus tilting her face up to him.
"You wanted this assignment worse than anything in the world. I don't think you can handle it. You'll be expected to perform sexually. Now Tm willing to let you try . . . right now. Try out for it ... with me. If you do well, you'll get the assignment ... and the assistant feature's editor desk, which is what you're after."
Ginny stared in disbelief and horror as she was held completely captive, her face turned up to his snarling one, his brutal hands punctuating the words by tightening in her hair and around her pinned and twisted back arms. Her brain was still refusing to believe that she was here ... a dream, it insisted ... a nightmare . .. you'll wake in relief in a minute. But her body, bruised, humiliated, and even strangely excited, knew too well that it was real. The pain in scalp and arms was real. The shuddering sobs rising in wounding waves from her chest were real.
Even as she tried to believe it was a dream some hidden part of her mind was functioning and telling her that this was her chance... that she'd been married ... that women had intercourse all the time against their will. She wouldn't die. She'd get the assignment . .. the promotion .. . everything she wanted and needed . .. that she wouldn't be giving up that much except an exaggerated sense of pride.
"Now get your clothes off!" Clint flung her away from him. Ginny stumbled and almost fell, but caught herself with a hand on the back of a chair. She was sobbing and panting, struggling for breath, but she clung to the chair back, fighting for control. By God, that was better. He'd been humiliated enough for one day by Natalie. There were some things he still controlled around here and this was sure as hell one of them! Natalie knew damn well he didn't approve of women on the paper, anyway. They didn't belong here. They were too distracting and too meddling and too damned emotional. This was the first time he'd ever broken his own rule about not fooling with women from the office. But goddamn it, Natalie had insisted on this one. Besides Clint hadn't had a good fuck in almost two weeks . . . not since the fancy call girl on Wilshire. He took off his suit jacket and began unbuttoning his vest. "I said .. . get them off!"
Ginny's hands fluttered up to her gaping dress and found the last three buttons that closed it over her waist and hips. It was as though she were blinded by the tears and the dress an unfamiliar one. Her hands shook as she fumbled and struggled with the buttons. She wished dimly that Larry hadn't left . . . that he was here to keep her from this monster. Even though Larry had never given her anything but the uncivil time of day in his cynical way, talking to her as though she were another old newspaper man, somehow he looked like a protector now. His language was atrocious and explicit and he'd never softened it when she was around but she'd always felt that was Larry's way of accepting her as an equal, a professional. At least he'd never made the slightest pass at her or touched her. And the Great God Greer was about to rape her as casually as he'd light a cigarette.
Stripping swiftly, Clint walked over to his desk. He threw all his clothes in one of the red leather chairs and sat down behind his desk to watch Ginny. His penis was jutting up like a rock phallus, he noted with satisfaction. The executive stroked it fondly as he watched the show. It jerked appreciatively as though separately alive and unconnected with him ... as though it had a life of its own.
Ginny was reluctantly pulling the blue knit dress off her smooth white shoulders when she turned slightly to free one arm at a time and saw Greer sitting there like a giant erotic painting. He was completely naked, seated back of his polished desk in the high-backed chair. The ruddy skin of his face was bleached where it reached his collarbone and was fair through the tangled mat of curling red hair that covered his huge muscular chest. The arms were enormous bulging logs, the muscles standing out in pregnant swells, the forearms again covered with reddish hairs. She caught her breath as her eyes traveled down the great bellows of his chest to the hard flat belly that was bisected by the most unrealistic, massive gigantic penis. It stood up like a peeled pole, clearly visible behind the desk that hid his legs except for the very upper thighs. He was stroking that giant prong tenderly, his brown eyes hooded in the shadow of protruding shaggy brows, as he watched her intently, the prey that had inadvertently stumbled into his lair.
Ginny stood as if caught by a still photograph in the act of undressing, poised and startled like a wild mare with a rippling halo of black mane that tumbled over her white shoulders, the black bangs over the frightened, blue eyes were almost a forelock. One round white shoulder was bared. Her huge breasts swelled in the inadequate restraint of the small white lace bra. Her skin was just as white and creamy over her little bowl of belly, firm and flat and dimpled by the indentation of her navel. Remembering her silken legs, Clint wondered what held them up, for in this pose she looked as though she might have been wearing no panties or garter belt at all.
"Get on with it!" he ordered, though he was in no rush at all, for his eyes were feasting as they hadn't for a very long time. Slowly, she freed the other shoulder and then both slender, rounded milky arms and the blue knit clung like a drapery around her curved white hips. Clint could see that she was still trembling visibly and she stood for a moment watching him with her fascinated, unbelieving, yet still frightened eyes as he deliberately peeled the foreskin down on his demanding prick. Her eyes widened even further. She'd never seen anything to equal the size of his, he thought with satisfaction and was not likely to at the Swingers' Convention, either.
That enormous penis with its blind eye held Ginny's eyes as though it were a snake that had cast a spell over her. Its sinister size and naked need, thrusting up obscenely to the light like a serpent, held her as it stuck up from the reddish pubic-haired basket of Clint's lap. It would be rape, she thought wildly. No woman could ever willingly take that thing inside her, for she'd be cut into, speared, stabbed, and left bleeding and wounded. Ginny trembled more violently at the thought of being skewered by the fierce, merciless weapon. All vestige of the gentleman had been stripped away from Clint Greer with his clothes and she saw now a naked, primitive giant savage with only a prehistoric, pre-civilized, instinctual need that must be satisfied regardless of cost or damage. Some deep inner knowledge recognized and knew and answered and her dress slid down her hips to curl in a coil of blue-dyed wool around her feet.
She stood in two wisps of white lace that were scarcely whiter than her skin, except that they were cold white and her body was a white warmed by blood coursing beneath its silken surface. The bra was hinged in the middle like an opened clam shell that barely contained the heavy-meated globes of her breasts. The bikini was only a strip of white lace with bluish nylons attached encasing her long perfectly formed thighs and knees and calves.
Clint felt his belly constrict and his eager rod jumped excitedly in his hand. He couldn't remember ever seeing anything so luscious as the almost-naked beauty of Ginny Blake and it was only this morning that he'd been even dimly aware of her existence. Right now he felt like thanking Natalie ....which he wouldn't. His breath was coming in pants and stops and starts as he watched the revelations.
Next came the top. Clint sat very still, his hand even stopping its stroking motions as he watched Ginny's shaking hand reach up to the hinge between her swelling breasts. A little fumbling and the white lace cups were slowly peeled aside to reveal the heavy white breasts tipped with roses like single blossoms on each white mountain. They were even more beautiful than he could have imagined, for the bra had been only an adornment that did nothing to support their immense weight. Those breasts hadn't sagged a millimeter when Ginny pulled the bra away. The lace wisps dangled by their straps and as her arms fell, the useless garment slid off her hands and joined the blue knit.
A strange thing was happening inside Ginny, for she was suddenly getting a perverse enjoyment from seeing Clint Greer watch her nakedness increase. The magnetic, hypnotic effect of the man was somehow working on her, easing her terror and fright to a weird tingle of anticipation, a curiosity, an ambition to see what would happen next. She could feel his eyes nuzzling and mouthing and sucking her nipples and those eyes were almost as tangible as his huge hand had been before on her breasts. Oh God. What was happening to her? Had she been too long a single girl with no man of her own that suddenly the prospect of a man wanting her set her crazy and unbalanced?
In the eight years since the divorce from Joe she'd never looked back, for she'd heard too well "time's winged chariot" as she rushed through her degree and getting the experience that she needed.
There'd been no time for men. Joe had soured her anyway and she'd told herself there'd be plenty of time later .. . when she could afford the time. A few furtive scattered experiences, but so few and so meaningless. Her hours had been too full of getting ... of making it on her own and it had been enough.
Clint's eyes were laving her body gluttonously, every sinuous, impossible curve of it .. . the slenderness, the whiteness, the smoothness. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, for Ginny stood in only the strip of white lace across her mons pubis with the bluish stockings encasing her long beautiful legs. Her fingertips eased down her silky sides and slipped inside the lace bikini edge as she stepped out of the lizard pumps. The vindication was his! Whatever Natalie had done to him today was worth this vindication! Ginny was peeling the lace strip slowly down and the attached hose and the curly black and silken triangle came into view. The sacred triangle that contained deep within its portals the secrets, the messages . .. the end of being.
Ginny stripped the thin nylon down her legs till the white lace-topped bikini pantyhose lay around her ankles and she toed them off her feet. The trembling and the quaking inside had stopped now and a resignation had taken over. What had seemed an unreasonable and unlikely way to get a chance for a promotion, a degrading and unfair way, she now began to accept, since there was nothing else to do. Clint Greer had blocked her every avenue of escape. He'd outmaneuvered her and there was a grudging respect for that, even if she couldn't admire his methods. But somehow, with every increasing inch of exposed nakedness, his mastery seemed to wane and Ginny felt stronger and more sure of herself. He was clearly mesmerized by her white body. Ginny felt almost calm as she stood before him, clad only in the wealth of lustrous waving black hair falling down her back and the curled black fleece between her legs.
Again he started at her head and inventoried the incredible delights of this beautiful girl whose perfection of face and body was unreal, a fiction, an image. Round where a woman should be round, slender where slenderness was needed. He sat for a long moment, his eyes locked on hers, but his peripheral vision was seeing all of her as she stood, one knee bent slightly so that her pubic hair formed a base for those long, firmly rounded legs and a support for the flat smooth plane of her white belly. The carved hips swayed into a narrow waist and a fragile rib cage that looked incapable of supporting the great weight of those large meloned breasts that rose like twin suns, beaming their points of pink light. Ginny's lips were slightly parted, the lipstick gone, dissolved somewhere between their mouths earlier, but a natural ripe color had taken its place.
Some about his gluttonous eyes had changed suddenly and Ginny felt a clutch of fear in her diaphragm again. Clint was looking at her as though she were a piece of merchandise, a hunk of meat, and his greedy eyes were assessing her value to him. His huge penile member looked more menacing than ever. She shuddered and closed her eyes, her arms coming up to cross and shelter her breasts.
"Please .. . please . . ." she whispered. "Please don't make me do this."
"Come here," he commanded, the lust in his guttural bark tinged with venom.
Ginny opened her eyes reluctantly and stared, somehow frozen to the spot of carpet where she stood, her toes sunk in the thick richness. "I ... I don't want the assignment now," she whispered fearfully. "Please . . . please, just let me go."
Suddenly all the humiliations, a thousand and more came back to dig at Clint's gut . . . the biggest one of all was marrying the money that was Natalie and the power of a newspaper empire only to find she was a tougher adversary than any man with a sharper intellect and a rigid control that he had not been able to wrest from her. He jumped up and around the desk to jerk Ginny by the arm.
"You don't want the assignment now!" he roared sarcastically. "Like hell you don't, you lying bitch! Don't pull that shit on me ... I know everything about you! I know what makes you tick!" He jerked her around the desk to stand before the murky window. He pushed her before him until all she could see was the frenzied miniature people below. He held her almost pressed into the glass.
"That's what you want . . . that down below there! You want this chair, the office, this power over the goddamn creeps down there!" He was screaming now past her ear, his eyes glued on the hurrying hordes. Ginny could feel the terrible weapon, the steel flesh weapon of his penis pressed into her spine and it was a knife, a hot murderous knife. The rage he was venting was even more terrible and she was limp with its fierceness, a blessed vagueness settling over her numbing brain. Even as he raved she felt his hands begin to slide up her hips, molding her absentmindedly till they closed on her breasts in two ferocious traps. Ginny shook and tried to blank her mind completely.
"You want the catbird seat, you bitch! Well, you can have it for a little while. I relinquish it. Here!" Clint backed into the high-backed chair and turned her brutally to face him. One hand came out and spread her legs apart. He was panting in great torturous breaths as he looked, a rutting beast, at her shrinking body lewdly opened at the thighs.
Ginny felt him lift her then, his great strong hands digging into her flesh and he hammered her in one mighty thrust onto the vicious spike of his upstanding prick. The pain seared through her, tearing at her very vitals in one excruciating ripping agony.
She screamed as though she had been mortally speared and her only hope was a mercifully quick end. A blinding, searing, burning auger was cutting her flesh, pushing her very organs too high in the screaming, paining, bleeding vessel that was her tortured body. Nothing in her whole life had prepared her for this raging maniac who used her so brutally and degraded her so pitilessly . . . and her body, so unused to any invader, was wounded beyond repair by the giant's prod that skewered her with a size far too great for her little hollow.
Clint felt his hot pole cut into her tender, resisting flesh and it was the tightest, most clinging, clasping hole he'd ever been in! His cock jerked gratefully deep in her close white body and tried to burrow even deeper though the whole shaft was covered with her resisting flesh that clenched his rod right up to the hilt, her black pubic hair tangling with his red. Jesus! She was the smallest, tightest, closest little box he could remember! A deep grunt came from deep in his chest as he pulled her jackknifed knees down through, under the chair arms so her thighs and legs could dangle and her buttocks ride more comfortably on his hard thighs.
She was moaning incoherently, her hands clutching his huge shoulders, trying vainly to ease herself off his brutally wounding cock. He crushed her against his heaving chest, the coarse chest hairs rasping the tender white flesh of her mashed breasts, his arms holding the slender trunk of her quaking body and his mouth captured her whining lips. His tongue fucked straight into the warm wet cavern of her mouth, echoing the thrust of his deeply imbedded prick sunk so far up in her tight cunt.
Ginny squirmed and gasped, completely impaled on both Clint's enormous, pulsing penis and the stabbing tongue in her throat. The pain was like a sheet of red agony that covered her, filmed her. Every cell cried for relief and she knew there was none. She was caught, pinned, as defenseless as a fluttering moth against a cruel pin ... her whole self at Clint's mercy and he had none.
Even as she tried to get enough breath in her laboring lungs with the sobs bubbling up in great wracking, stifled moans and the tears creeping helplessly from beneath her tangled lashes, she knew it was hopeless. She must somehow live through the inhuman agony, this torture of hell
... she must somehow survive. His hands were all over her and they were burning brands that seared her white flesh. She imagined the red prints they must be leaving.
She was still whining and sobbing terribly around his fucking tongue that shot lizard-like in and out of her pink tender mouth but, oh God, it was so good as Clint lurched his cock ever deeper up into the heaven of her tight-walled pussy that sheathed him like a grasping glove. He hadn't prepared her for the lustful lunge straight up into her only partially damp slit and she sounded hurt and in pain but goddamn her to hell anyway! Pulling that "I don't want the assignment now" shit! He knew women too well. They only pulled that kind of rot when they thought it would throw you off guard .. . when it would gain them an advantage. She wanted the catbird seat and she goddamn well had it now! See how she liked it!
He tore his mouth away and caught her rounded white ass in his palms to lift her up and up until only the mushrooming head of his pulsating cock was still buried inside her narrow channel. His head down now so he could see the red pubic hair and his glistening, fluid-bathed prick as it inched almost completely out, he carefully eased her body down, down, down over his lusting, thrusting, poker-hot pole until all of it was sunk again deep into the secret recess of her body. The black hairs of her box became twined again with his own red ones.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," she breathed on the intake of a sob. It was only a verbalization of the incredible sensuality of his cock slowly being devoured by Ginny's black-haired cunt that gobbled him bit by bit and he let her slide back on again. Christ! Her stingy little pussy bit the whole length of his bulging, braising rod with little muscular fingers that kneaded and bit every inch available until she had taken all of it into her greedy small vagina and a moan of ecstasy tore out his own throat.
Ginny felt Clint's bruising hands leave her buttocks and close around her again as his mouth found her breast, closed over it hungrily and began to suckle voraciously. The drawing of his mouth sent jagged streaks of electrical rapture racing through her loins and she felt her passage close even tighter in a convulsion around his great, ramrod cock buried so deeply into ravaged flesh. The terrible sword of pain that stabbed her was striped now with faint streaks of pleasure ... a lessened agony, after all. His arms were hard and huge and demanding and she could feel the hot blood in the raised veins under the thin surface ... all the while his mouth was drawing the very marrow from her bones in a draining that left her weak and limp.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned, her arms circling his huge hard shoulders and her hands finding his crisp red hair and she drew his great head against her starving breast. Clint's tongue was circling and slicking her rigid nipple, whirling its sensitive surface and bathing it in hot saliva. He had tapped the wellspring and great honeyed drops were falling from that tensed and turgid tip into his ferocious mouth. This brutish maniac had found the key that was easing the terrible pain he had inflicted and he was somehow healing more than he'd wrecked for Ginny could feel her own secret-protected organs begin a sluicing, seeping lubrication around the hard merciless shaft that pierced and filled her so completely.
Clint reluctantly moved his mouth and began licking wet paths of sensation across the great white mountainous terrain of both her twin peaks. He blazed trails with his adventuring tongue, leaving tongue-wide swaths of saliva until he had covered the whole glorious gorged mounds and he pulled back briefly to view the quivering wet globes that shook at his every touch. Christ! She was moaning still but the moans were turning to mewls that translated to pleas for more of his expert mouth and he could feel the dark wet walls of her vagina begin to milk and clasp and hold even harder around his blustering, swollen, aching cock. Ginny's lubrications were draining down and greasing his rod and it rode a little easier as he lunged upward with his pelvis. More cries spilled from her lips as though she'd been directly prodded with an electric probe. Jesus! His instincts had been right. She was going to be the hottest little piece yet! Despite her almost ethereal and unreal beauty, she was showing him now with every quiver that she could respond with all the passion of a real woman.
Ginny's skin was tingling as though a charge, a ball of lightning was playing in blue-flamed waves all over her body. What pain was left was rapidly transforming into the nebulous region where pain and pleasure are so commingled that they cannot be separated, for one is part and parcel of the other and their union is inseparable. Her brain was docile and numbing and she did not care why she had come or what terrible payment she was making or what would happen after. This moment was what was real and right and she could live a lifetime in this seat of the unrighteous, in the arms of this brutal man who was bringing her the great sword of rapture that pierced into her very aching, yearning depths. She held it to her and clutched and smothered it in muscular hugs with the clasping walls of her enveloping flesh and great ragged groans were rising from his deep chest that was so hard and hot and male.
"That's it! Seat it down to me, baby. Shove it on me! Goddamn!" Clint panted out and his hands covered the white mountains and felt their quivering weight, the nipples blood red now and hard as nubbins in his palms. His face nuzzled against the fluttering, throbbing pulse in her long white throat and his lips found its blood beat and kissed its hot throb. His balls were flaming, gorged, swollen rocks that were filling with the lava of his lusting desire and his beating cock was ramming the very gates of heaven and they were opening a promised land before him.
Ginny hated his lewd words that urged her on and wanted to suddenly tear herself from this terrible man, but her own traitorous body had joined his league and was writhing and gliding and rubbing against his hot pied-piper skin that called and entranced her. She tried to remember ever feeling as she felt now and she could not. .. there was no precedent. Joe seemed a fumbling, dirty little boy in retrospect and the few other college boys had been only meaningless exercises, furtive, unsure, and callow.
The emanations that radiated from Clint's enormous, powerful body had wrapped Ginny in their magnetic field and she was helpless against them.
His hot mouth was kissing up and down her thin-skinned throat and fertilizing the very flesh with the heat and passion that flowed from him. Her whole body felt a flowering and an opening as though an unknown sun warmed her fallow, sleeping body.
There was no turning now ... no going back. The conference, her job, her ambitions, her plans seemed very far away and utterly unimportant and useless. Only this ... this ecstasy, this seat of all power and beauty existed and she sat on it like a queen.
Cupping those great breasts like chalices, Clint drank the ambrosia from their ruby tips and let the heady nectar flow goldenly down his greedy gullet as his hands molded the hot flesh that flamed under his hands. His powerful hands gripped the rounded silken white hips and he could almost feel between his hands the lunging of his heedless cock, sinking up between the quivering flesh-covered pelvis in his palms. Still sucking on one nipple that fed him, he pounded upward into the nirvana of responding muscle, hollow and hot and heavenly. Fiery streaks of sensation burning from the head of his pulsating prick as he battered the soft receptive cervix and he ground the hot hips down over the huge, blundering, mindless, responding blunt-ended shaft. Clint was reaching out of sight but sure of the Shangri-La that waited him.
"Yessssss!" Ginny screamed shrilly, hissing the word that had no meaning for her now other than an unreasoning affirmation as she felt Clint's teeth sink painfully into her right nipple and the sparks ignite and shower sprays of shooting needles of sheer bliss sky rocketing through her veins like stars in a night sky. Ginny could feel their searing pinpoints hit and sizzle in her dark blood as fire hit wet and sputtered, the sparks reproducing and fragmenting into a million shivering splinters of light.
Screams and moans spewed from her whimpering mouth as she heated on his great divining rod that drove upward into her with increasing force. Ginny shook and her head flung back, her throat making a long-curved stem and her black hair a black waterfall flowing backward from her face, beautiful even in the contortions of rapture that twisted her whole body into convolutions of sensual ecstasy.
"This is all there is, baby .. . fuck ... fucking .. . just you and me . . . fuck!" Clint grunted out in the building agony that was bliss and he was lifting and pounding Ginny up and down with every powerful thrust of his hips. Christ! He could shoot off anytime, but he wanted to hold that dike intact as long as possible, for this was the best sheer fucking he'd had in ages and he wanted it to go on and on and on. Three hours from now he'd like to be doing just this, fucking in and out of her tight black-fringed hole and clutching her white breasts and kissing and chewing and sucking voraciously on this long-stemmed luscious creature. Goddamn! Ginny Blake had to be the hottest piece of tail in all of Los Angeles County.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-hhhhhhhhhh....Gooooddddddd ... pllllleeeeeeaaassseeeeee . . . ahhhhhhhhh!" Ginny's head was thrashing and throwing from side to side and her throat arching and the unintelligible words were moaning out her mouth in incoherent sounds, the trance of pleasure over her like a spell.
Tell it ... tell me ... about it, baby ... tell Clint how you want it ... say it!" he urged, sliding a little forward in the big chair and wrapping her long lovely white legs around his waist so that her whole dripping, black-edged cunt was open to his hammering cock. He could see the swollen pink lips of flesh encasing and devouring his long, thickened, blood-hardened blade and the slick, syrup-covered flesh pulled out a little with his retreat and sank inside with a slurping sound as he pushed forward into the hot tight depths.
"I want to hear it ... want to hear you . .. say it!" Clint clutched her smooth white hips in his bruising hands and pounded up and down his thick pistoning rod and his words came out in guttural laboring grunts. Ginny's legs were clenching convulsively around his waist in time with the violent lunges, her arms wrapped around Clint's big lust-contorted face and head. Her fingernails digging into his broad muscular shoulders, Ginny was blubbering and moaning and reaching for the pinnacle that was tantalizingly just beyond her grasp.
The smells of their mutual lubrications pervaded Ginny's nostrils and assailed her sensitive nose. They were a perfume of debauchery that hung in the air. She heard his words but it took a moment for them to register and become intelligible to her.
"Sayyyy ... whatt ... what..." It was hard to say anything with the fierce, pumping, bouncing ride on Clint's rampaging cock that was increasing its speed and momentum with every beat of her heart. A more wild ride than this she could never have imagined. A ride to somewhere that only her needing, striving body could understand. It led on and on and on down the bumpy road that shook her very guts and churned her organs and she wished it would never stop!
"FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK! FUCK! FUCK!" Clint screamed and his arms crushed her around him like a white boa constrictor, as close as sin. Ginny thought he would break her ribs, her hip bones, her thighs . . . and all the while her insides were being stretched and battered and rammed to what must be raw meat. She could no longer pretend to herself or obviously to Clint Greer. The only thing that mattered now was satisfying the lascivious, obscene, animalistic instincts that were buried in the depths of her cells with some ancient knowledge that had not been available before. This part of her nature she'd kept well hidden and Clint had revealed it so swiftly and so expertly. Oh God! If only she could be as she was. If only this terrible lusting had remained hidden.
Suddenly, her legs pulled away from his hard waist and her heels found the red leather seat to push against and she was bouncing down his slick hot prick as Clint was shoving it up inside her dripping cunt. Their bodies crashed and met bone on bone, cock in pussy, pole in hollow, hairs against hairs, seminal fluid mixing and flowing into vaginal juice and a raving, straining, screaming labor seized them with some unknown signal that both had felt deep within the recesses of their male and female bodies.
"HAAARRRRDDDDD! Harder! . .. FUCK HARDER!" Ginny heard herself scream and they were words that must have come from someone else. They had never been uttered by her before and she did not know where ... or from what depraved depths within her they had come.
"That's itttttt . . . FUCK, baby . . . shove it . . . down . . . my cock. . . . Cummmmmmm ... oooonnnnnnn!" Clint was raising up briefly with each rise as he struggled to get his raving, blistering, beating shaft straight up through her gullet. Ginny thudded with him, catching his rhythm so they pounded out a perfectly attuned beat that rose in frenzied thrashings.
Even as they labored and beat and pumped, lost in the sensual pleasures that numb the mind and still the heart, some tiny part of Ginny was coolly watching, censoring, judging her unfit and demented and whorish behavior. That same small judging voice told her that Joe had been right . . . ambition was going to destroy her . . . for she knew that somehow, someway she could have refused to be used, to barter her body for the assignment and the promotion she wanted. Some part of her knew that she really wanted this great, violent, hulking man who was fucking her so degradingly. She wanted it!
In justification, she remembered her mother, thin and gaunt, working at the telephone company until she literally dropped. A heart attack at forty-nine. A poor, worn-out wrench who'd wanted to be an artist in her youth, broken on the shattered dreams she'd had to give up to support a drunken, shiftless husband and a small daughter. Ginny had sworn then that no man would ever use her . .. but instead she would use them. She was using Clint Greer now, for her own purposes, she lied to herself. She was going to get that assignment. She was going to get it!
Christ! Clint knew he couldn't last much longer but he didn't want it to end. He thought with satisfaction of the ways he'd fuck this hot piece later, even while this lurching, lascivious rapture was now clutching his gut and sending out the million cutting needles of pleasure through his strong loins. Natalie had delivered this great little fucking machine to him unwittingly and on a platter. Jesus! It was a great feeling to get the best of Natalie Horman Greer, to fuck this beautiful creature in this office, bought and paid for with the dirty Horman money. Goddamn them all!
"Grind it down on me . .. come on . . . grind it down, baby!" he panted, leaning forward in the seat so her jackknifed knees spread even wider and her heels could get the leverage on the red leather. Clint could see the black curls were drenched with their juices, hers seeping down in great sheets and his oozing out the nozzle of his prick in an ever-increasing readiness. He was going to gush that hot, milking, pulling cunt of hers with a gallon of good thick boiling cum and it was going to be . . . soon .. . soon now.
Ginny's breasts were bouncing and jiggling and shaking like huge white flesh balloons. Jesus Christ! She was tossing that wild black hair like a mad woman! Out of her mind! The sheer pained mewls that spewed from her lips were the ravings of a demented mind, unhinged in the shrieking, billowing rising pleasure of his roaring, bloated cock that she rode like a slick pole. Up and down ... up and down ... all around. She spiraled and ground and screwed and pumped. Her eyes were rolling and the thick bangs almost tangled completely in the lashes she squeezed shut in the ecstasy that was gripping her in this mindless, frenzied dance.
All sense of time and place and reason and judgment had flown from Ginny's head and only the existence of Clint's great mammoth burrowing, beating bullying cock in her greedy, lusting, sucking cunt was real. The peak was so close and she wanted to scale its magnificence more than she had ever wanted anything before. The only goal worth having was reaching its fiery tip in all its glory. She could feel every ridge, every bulge, every muscle, every blood-gorged centimeter of Clint's kingly great instrument, and she clenched and hugged it deeply with the powerful, elastic, rippling muscles of her yearning, straining pussy.
The ragged, painful breaths tore out Clint's lungs with increasing difficulty, but he sweated the labored straining gladly. "Cummmmm . . . cum on . . . herrrrrreeeee . . ." he screamed in the ecstatic agony of the first signaling spasm that was beginning somewhere deep in his hard male belly.
The intricate mechanism was beginning to work in his loins and he could feel his bursting balls spasmodically start to lift some infinitely small gate and let the tide that would wash him into eternity start to flow. Thrusting up in a mighty heave deep into the dark channel of the milking, sucking, rubbery walls of Ginny's clasping vagina, he lifted them both momentarily from the red leather chair.
"NNNOOWWWW!" he screamed out in a roaring bellow, feeling the first real spurt whip down the narrow constriction of his penis and hit deep up in her womb that was the end of the fucking world!
Oh God! It was cumming now in huge drenching, spewing, squirting gushes and the sky was rendering behind his eyeballs and his power was infinite and everlasting! No one could ever say him nay again. He was king of the entire crazy screaming fucking world! The universe was his! He could go on forever!
There was an infinitesimal but infinite moment when the laboring seemed to freeze to a pregnant, poignant stop and then Ginny felt the first rush of blazing thick and creamy semen hit her cervix in boiling droplets that seared like points of flame deep inside her belly. They ignited her world in a shower of light and glory as the strange, all but forgotten feeling of a huge battering cock bursting deep in the warm enveloping depths of her body. It was too beautiful to be borne and she could never hope to deserve this ecstasy! And then, it was happening! She was bursting too in a twin explosion that joined with Clint's and they were the light of the world!
"AAAA AH H H HE EEEEE AAA!" She screamed out the rapture as her body sucked and gushed and flowed and gave and pulled and poured out the rolling, streaming, flooding, shattering, bursting beauty. Tides were sands, winds whipped oceans, streams flowed over river banks, flowers burst in the sun, and stars exploded and divided into new worlds and the glory was upon her and she was borne up and over and above and it was forever!
"GGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDD!" Clint clutched her like a raft and his great fingers dug into her white flesh as he struggled to hammer his gushing cock straight up through her belly and chest and out the back of her head. He could feel the vibrant muscles inside Ginny's tight little cunt milking him and sucking him and struggling to extract every drop of his spewing sperm that roared in great a hosing deep into her muscle-laced belly.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH . .. CLINT . .. fuck ... ohhhhhhh ... fuckkkk....Ohhhh!" Ginny was shuddering and clenching and her nails dug his back in thin little furrows. He did not feel them and she was not aware she made them. Ginny only knew she could never get close enough and there was no way to contain this excruciating, exquisite bliss that was firing her whole being to the soaring, blasting, spacing flight. She lunged ever deeper over his enormous pleasure pole that both demolished and annointed her, struck her down and lifted her up, smote her and exalted her.
"GOOODDDDDD ... lover ... oh, baby ... OOOHHHH ... bitch ... JESUS!" The deep groans came out Clint's great chest in tortured blissful agonizing breaths and Ginny fell against him, clasping his red shaggy head to her breasts. Her legs came around him in a viselike grip as she tried to worm completely inside his belly. Great shuddering moans wracked her and she was delirious with the huge pumping spurts that still flooded the walls of her sucking pussy. It held him and held him and squeezed in a brutal grip.
"Yeeeessssssss . . . ooooooohhhhhhhhh yeeesssssss . .." she hissed as she clutched Clint to her quaking body, feeling his hot mouth sealing and comforting her bruised and shivering flesh ... her throat, her shoulders, her arms, her jaws, her breasts . .. she did not want the living to begin when this death was so magnificent! Oh God, don't let it end!
Clint pumped and pumped and the great streams were beginning to ease to smaller and smaller gushes . . . still coming but decreasing in size and volume, his cock jerking and twitching and beating out his very life's flow into the deep hidden cavern of her belly. It pooled and flowed down his still huge quivering and straining rod in thick strings, wetting the red hairs of his loins and matting them in sticky clumps that her grinding pussy ground into his flesh. Goddamn! He'd never felt anything to equal the fuck he'd thrown into this one. It was too fucking much! Jesus! He no longer cared why she'd done it. He only felt she deserved anything she wanted . . . because this had to be the best tail he'd ever had!
Catching her round quivering ass in his hands, Clint dropped to his knees on the thick carpet behind the desk and then laid Ginny back, keeping his prick deeply sunk inside her white belly. She was completely delirious and he could see the tears of passion wetting her temples and her eyes were closed and the breath was coming in gasps from her opened mouth. He'd beached this one, by God!
Clint threw himself into her opened, spread-out body to wring the last few drops, to wring the last, essence of pleasure from Ginny's giving flesh. Her quaking cunt lifted automatically to keep his great blunt-ended cock within her. She didn't want to give it up. Grunting, he plunged again and again till only a few feeble drops were drawn from his completely flaccid, empty balls, dry and weak at last.
Wearily, he lay covering her for a long moment, mindless and peaceful and sleepy and then with a terrible effort he pulled himself up and watched his still enormous cock slide reluctantly out of her wet swollen cunt, now slicked with dripping black hair around the edge. Uncorked, she lay as still as death, eyes closed and mouth hanging slackly open and vacant, her arms and legs utterly limp and exhausted.
Clint tried to crawl over her and up but fell back across her deathly white, still body. The fatigue was deadening and he had to rest a minute. He lay with one thigh covering her beautiful legs and it was a giant's limb against her fragility. One huge arm covered her mounded breasts.
"Ginny Blake," he mumbled thickly. "You get the assignment. You're a swinger."
CHAPTER TWO
Natalie swung the black Rolls Phantom III into the long driveway, its huge headlamps cutting a wide powerful swath through the darkness. Clint hated the car and bought himself a new Cadillac every year. He said it was because the Rolls was old and a relic of a bygone era, but Natalie suspected that it was because it had been her father's. Clint hated all the accoutrements that recalled the years and the traditions during which her father and her grandfather had built the Clarion. She realized that Clint needed to feel he was doing things on his own .. . but the few times ... no, actually the many times she'd let him take over and actually run anything, it had been disastrous.
She was tired. She walked from the garage which had originally been a carriage house through the west garden to the house. She loved the house with its ivy-covered rock walls and wide many-paned windows looking out over the magnificent gardens and of course, Clint hated it.
Stevens let her in and brought her a brandy. Wearily, she kicked off her shoes and sank down in the gray velvet chair by the fire in her cozy sitting room. Her aching feet on the ottoman and the first fingers of warmth in her stomach from the good brandy, Natalie put her head back and closed her eyes.
"The weary executive after a long day," the venomous sarcasm in Clint's voice hit Natalie like a blow in the stomach. Her eyes flew open to find him lounged against the door frame, his red hair tousled, white shirt open to the waist with the tails flapping around his trousers. She didn't need to see the glass in Clint's hand to know that he was drunk. Villainously drunk. Surely she could have been spared this too today. It had been a very bad and a very long day. The county awards' dinner had been just about the last straw, particularly since Clint was nowhere to be found and she'd had to go alone and cover up as best she could.
"Everyone gets tired, Clint. In fact, I was just on my way to bed." Natalie got up and then bent to pick up her shoes.
"Not quite yet." His voice was flat and scornful. He walked toward her and without warning batted the gray suede shoes from her hand and they fell to the carpet in muffled thumps. Goddamn bitch! Running around playing lady executive, no .. . tycoon. That's what she fancied herself as ... tycoon
... ruler of a newspaper empire.
"Clint ... please." He towered over her, an angry red-haired giant, weaving slightly from the drink. In her stocking feet in comparison, he seemed more enormous than ever. A prickle of fear ran up Natalie's spine for he looked drunker than she'd thought, now that he was so close, his reddish beard beginning to show, his shirt hanging out and opened and showing the course chest hairs, his eyes beginning to redden.
"Please what, N.H." he snarled, calling her by her initials as a deliberate insult.
"Please don't be nasty. I really am very tired and you look as though you could use some sleep, too. I'll see you at breakfast." Natalie started toward her bedroom.
"Don't dismiss me like one of your servants, you goddamned bitch!" he roared, grabbing her by the arms and shaking her, his great ruddy face spitting his alcohol breath down at her. "And that's another thing. What the hell do you mean making decisions for me in front of the hired help?" He shook her hard.
"What are you talking about, Clint?"
"This morning! The Swingers' Convention assignment! You know goddamned good and well what I mean!"
Natalie looked up at him, so huge, still handsome and once a man she'd admired and loved. Now she wondered how she could have. She'd made a mistake. She'd suggested divorce many times, but Clint clung like a barnacle and she simply had never had enough energy left over from running the Clarion to pursue it diligently.
"There simply wasn't time for a lengthy decision. I'm sorry if you were offended, but right now I'm simply too tired to discuss it. I'm going to bed now." Natalie hoped her calmness and soft manner would soothe him.
"You're goddamn right you're going to bed, baby! With me for a change!" Clint picked Natalie up and threw her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder and marched triumphantly into her bedroom. He slung her down on the white satin coverlet and her head snapped back and her eyes were two huge bruises in her shocked face. "Get your clothes off, bitch!" he snarled. "Your prince consort, your stud here's going to fuck you! That's what consorts are for ... right? Right!" He lurched back into the sitting room and came back a moment later with his drink.
Natalie lay still, not able to take in what he'd done. Clint had been drunk before and he'd been abusive for years but he had never physically threatened her. Oh God. What did she do now?
"I told you to get your clothes off!" he roared, bumping against the pale gray French provincial bed. "You're not at the Clarion now. Here I crack the goddamned whip!" He was screaming and his huge face grew redder than ever as he stood raging over her.
Suddenly Natalie felt anger pour through her. She didn't have to take this and she wasn't going to. She looked up at him with a new loathing. "Get out of here! Don't you dare touch me!"
Clint felt his rage burst anew inside him and he threw his drink right in Natalie's face. She fell back again with the shock of ice and liquor, rivulets running down her cheeks, eyes, mouth, and chin. Her mouth hung open, helplessly and ice cubes were spotting the white satin coverlet.
"You animal!" she screamed then. Clint threw his glass over his shoulder where it crashed with muffled clinks as it splintered on the white carpet. He knew what he wanted now. Grabbing her gray dress at the neck, he simply shredded it from neck to hem in one tear with the strength of his great arms. He jerked the dress from her in hunks of gray cloth, ripping and tearing like a great maddened gorilla. She was fighting and weeping by the time he got to the pale gray lace bra and panty girdle and stockings but he proceeded with grim anger to strip her of everything, throwing bits of cloth and nylon in jagged tears over his shoulders. '
All the humiliations of the years were thrusting at his hurting head, now uninhibited by the alcohol. The feel of her small defenseless body in his hands, the memory of the fantastic fuck he'd had this morning, all were working and triggering a huge and automatic erection. Clint tore off his shirt and pants and shorts and shucked off his shoes and socks. He leaned over the sobbing Natalie and neatly pulled one last stray piece of gray lace from her quaking body.
Natalie lay naked and defenseless, sobbing under her closed lids, not daring to look now to see what other violence Clint had in store for her. The air was on her naked body and she felt cold and stripped, helpless and alone as she'd never been alone in her life before.
Clint looked down at her nakedness, the small rounded pear breasts, the tiny waist, the flat belly and smooth thighs, the delicate ankles and feet. All the curves, all the hollows were perfect. She was just on a smaller scale than most women and this had endeared her to him in the-past ... had only emphasized her femininity and ladylikeness. Her hips swelled out to frame the most beautiful muff he'd still ever seen. The dark brown hair of her cunt was thick and curly and luxurious; he'd wanted and had tried for so many years to bury his face there, as he'd tried and wanted and pleaded for her small perfect mouth on his cock. She'd never called him an animal before but she'd intimated it and almost said it several times.
"Open your eyes, bitch!" Fearfully, Natalie obeyed. She had never seen Clint so infuriated in all the years they'd been married. Natalie lay in shrinking apprehension. She felt a shudder ripple coldly over her satiny naked skin as she stared up at him. He was holding the thrusting stalk of his hot, hard, fully erect penis. Slowly Clint began to lewdly stroke the heavy foreskin back and forth over the ponderous glistening head. The salacious sight repelled her even more than his obnoxious air of militant male domination ... which was such a bitter pill for her to swallow considering his ineptness and downright inefficiency. Suddenly she couldn't stand it, and her wrath and fury at his drunken and degrading behavior overwhelmed her normally good judgment.
"You don't need me! That thing is far more beautiful to you than it is to me. Take it and go play with it! You'll enjoy it more!"
Natalie's vehement and insulting words were like daggers stabbing at Clint's very soul, and for a moment he hardly knew what he was doing until he heard her cry out and realized he was straddling her rounded breasts, his knees pinioning her slender little arms while he jerked her head upright by the hair and forced the head of his cock toward her clamped lips.
"No! I won't! Stop it!" she cried through clenched teeth, the very sight of Clint's gigantic, throbbing, vein-traced prick threatening to empty her stomach.
"You've denied me before, bitch, but this is one night I hold the whip hand. I told you. You'll take it and you'll suck it dry or I'll kill you . .. so help me, I will!"
Natalie writhed beneath him, clamping her hand over her mouth more to keep her stomach's contents from erupting than to ward him off as he stalked her with his huge torturing instrument. She knew with a growing certainty that whatever she did or thought or tried, it would be in vain. He was a maddened bull and she'd taken his precious male prerogative in public and besides he was so strong that there'd be nothing she could do physically to stop him. He could kill her with his bare hands and easily. If only she hadn't let her temper get the best of her. If only she'd stayed silent! No doubt he would have demanded and taken his marital rights but not this way .. . not this beastly, horrible way! He'd never forced her before. Oh, why had she been so stupid and lost her judgment!
"Take it, cunt!" he snarled down at her, jerking her head savagely by the hair up toward his rigid, brutal rod and slapping both her cheeks, first one then the other, the smacks of flesh on flesh resounding in the spacious, luxurious bedroom.
His breath was rasping unevenly as his knees painfully numbed the muscles in her arms, while his hard buttocks flattened her breasts and his massive cock rested on the tip of her chin. Slowly, her head throbbing and her cheeks smarting from his brutal slaps, she opened her mouth passively, dimly comforting herself with the knowledge that she'd gargle afterward and tomorrow she'd start divorce proceedings.
"You goddamned bitch! Take it in your hands! Lick it! Suck it! It's your husband's and don't forget it! Husbands have rights and don't forget that either!" He drew his knees off her arms and she sighed gratefully ... and lifted her small white hands obediently. Slowly Natalie extended her fingers toward Clint's heavy, jerking cock and encircled its huge thick pulsing lewdness. The feel of her slender fingers caused a hot sensation to jolt through Clint's heavy shaft, echoing in his throat with a choking groan.
The actuality of the contact of her little hands was sending incredible carnal flashes rioting through him, blinding him to everything but the sheer enjoyment of her subjugation and degradation. She was going to crawl and cringe and then she'd be begging for it! His face became a mask of raging, sadistic lust, and his brain reeled satanically in his lascivious, booze-maddened fury!
Natalie had never been in such a complete no-way-out situation. Once she realized the enormity and the utter hopelessness of it, she began to relax a little. Tears of resignation crept silently from her dark doe eyes and she looked at the thing she held in her hands. Her hands looked so little, so inadequate on the enormous blunt-headed, purpling and pulsating weapon. She could see the tiny slit in the end of the head and it was oozing a clear drop of liquid that hung like a tear, as though it were weeping or in pain. Dimly she wondered if she could even get her mouth around that mammoth organ. Oral lovemaking it was called. Natalie only felt fear and shame and terror ... not love. How could she love this thing that threatened her?
"Lick it, damn you!" Clint screamed, jerking her hair once more and pulling her reluctant face so the heavy gorged head of his aching prick was right on her small lip-sticked mouth. He could still see the drops of liquor, dotted with her own tears, speckling her white frightened face.
Natalie realized finally and certainly that he fully intended to make her commit the perverted act, that there was no escape, no waking up from this nightmare. In the depths of her abasement she continued to stroke it, drawing the foreskin back, and she could hear Clint now groaning in lustful anticipation. Timidly she reached out with her tiny tongue and lapped gently at the bloated swollen end of his huge prick. She did not retch at first contact as she'd thought she might. It just tasted like skin, like hot skin, but she could smell the musky fragrance of male genitals, heated and rutting. It was not unpleasant at all, she discovered to her amazement! She brought out her tiny tongue again and licked the soft rubbery tip. Hesitantly, she slowly swirled her tongue around it experimentally. Clint groaned appreciatively and caught her breasts in his hands and squeezed them.
A lovely enveloping tingling emanated from her covered breasts warmed by Clint's huge hot hands. She held onto his pulsing throbbing cock and continued to lick the whole surface of the mushroom head while her small hands stroked, held, and fondled the trunk of it. He wasn't roaring now and his heavy breathing was caused by her hands and tongue on his member in gentle amateurish manipulations. Clint's hands felt so good on her breasts and a strange unreasoning excitement began to incite her brain and her body to a timid responsiveness.
Twirling her tongue around the head seemed to excite and please Clint and she continued it. Finally, her tongue braved the dampened little hole with its tiny tip. Natalie held her breath and tasted the heady male tang of his passionate fluid as it seeped out in tiny droplets. An unwanted wave of deeper excitement washed through her. Her nostrils flared and she smelled Clint as she tasted him. She licked further down along the soft underside of the pulsing, veined cock, then slowly back against the coroneal rim. Clint was pulling and kneading her breasts now and his moans of rising pleasure urged her on, approving and encouraging. Natalie leaned forward again and licked down to the velvet flesh at his rod's thickened base and then beyond to the full swollen sac of his balls. She weighed their heaviness and warmth in her small hands.
"That's it, baby .. . ohhh .. . that's it!"
Natalie heard him spur her on and she suddenly moved her lips to encompass the purpled, seeping, bloated head in her small mouth, her lips ovaling and surrounding it. She let the hot pole glide along her tongue and she tried to absorb more and more of the huge thickness inside her mouth, tasting the full piquancy of his seepage in the back of her throat.
Clint groaned above her, watching Natalie labor on his aching, throbbing, naked and lusting shaft, hardly able to believe what his eyes saw and his flesh felt. She was sucking his cock! Natalie sucking his cock! She was trying to gorge the whole length of his prick and take it down her throat. Oh God! No one could ever know how good it felt; after fifteen years of marriage, his wife was actually eating him like she liked it!
He reached for the pillows and stuffed them behind her head to prop her to a more comfortable position. Jesus! He'd been so close to really hurting her, but it was just a question of showing her who was boss! Once she realized, she cooperated, and the look on her face as she concentrated and sucked him, as though his cock was an enormous delicious straw, told his excited brain that she was liking it! She was loving it! Clint's hands began to thumb and pinch her brown penny nipples that hardened to tiny brown nubs in his hands and he watched in entranced fascination as her little hands cupped his balls lovingly and her mouth moved up and down the great stalk of his penis.
Irresistibly, Clint shoved his throbbing prick between her small ovaled lips as he watched in lewd and impassioned captivation the puffing of her cheeks beneath him as her head bobbed in incredible subservience. Clint caught Natalie's face between his hands. Holding her jaws and slowly undulating his hips, he guided his hugely swollen prick in and out of her receptive mouth with a damply sucking sound. The white wings in her dark brown hair made her look like a small capricious devil, a lovely little she-devil with horns, and the prickles of her little tongue were tiny salacious pitchforks sticking into him and goading him to ever-rising leaps of desire.
The forced sucking of Clint's great bull prong was bringing Natalie to an insane and obscene stimulation which she didn't understand. How could she be stimulated and heated when she was forced against her usually steadfast will to such a perverted and sick thing? She did not know but only accepted and waited and hoped. Her breasts were tingling and singing and tiny needles of pleasure threaded from them through her. An intemperate lasciviousness was lazing and snaking its way through her loins and soft belly despite the terrible punishment and the humbling and the shaming. Why and how was this wanton and perverse rapture beginning to steal through her?
The tears had stilled and she clung to his ballooned balls possessively with small hands while her eager mouth took more and more of Clint's mammoth organ into the warm dark shelter of her mouth. Her tongue licked and explored every tiny ridge and wrinkle of his hard thickened prick and she probed again and again the tiny split in the blood-gorged head. Almost without volition, her own legs stretched out in a luxuriating catlike stretch and spread lewdly. Natalie's own most secret parts were gradually growing moist and the lovely lassitude of mounting excitement was staling through her limbs and muscles and flesh.
Clint gaped down at his wife's elasticized lips absorbing his pulsing cock as he guided her face with his big hands and thrust his loins obscenely back and forth. He saw her red lips clasping his thick rod. He watched the tiny ridges of tender flesh pull out as he withdrew, then disappear as he lunged forward again, sinking the head of his penis almost into her gullet in a salacious act he would never have believed possible. His pelvic hairs, red and wiry, almost brushed her little patrician nose.
Strange and wonderful feelings were stealing in stealthy but increasing intensity through Natalie's captive body. She opened her lips wide to receive Clint's jutting ramming cock into the warm womb of her mouth. Holding the heavy base with thumb and forefinger to pull back the thick prepuce, she tried to capture its entire length, which looked as long as a stallion's, into her salacious arid salivating mouth. She sucked so deeply that it nearly choked her, but she turned her head from time to time to catch her breath and then began a frenzied tonguing up and down the tender underside, feeling it soft and sensitive, and it throbbed and pulsated to her touch. Returning to the head Natalie tasted the ambrosial spice of its oozing liquid again. Delicately, she massaged Clint's heavy balls, and his groans were louder as he began to lunge in and out of her sucking mouth, fucking his heavy cock into her warm oral cavity in a lashing rhythm of his own.
Clint saw in increasing amazement that Natalie was enjoying sucking his cock, for she was nursing and drawing the hot hard thickness as far into her throat as she could, her cheeks hollowing and then puffing as she labored in slave-like affection. Lifting up on his knees again, he let her hold and suck and taste him as she would, while he played and manipulated her breasts that seemed to swell into his hands. She didn't need guidance now. An amateur at cock-sucking, but she was learning in a damn hurry and God! it was the greatest! Foggily, he kicked himself mentally for not insisting before, for not exercising his rightful domination. This was where women belonged, beneath a man and doing his bidding. Christ! He was going to demand this every night. He'd never have whored around so much if he'd had this to come home to.
Natalie tasted Clint's pungent, piquant tang and she ravished her warm tongue upon his gigantic probe to elicit even more seminal fluid. She'd never dreamt that such a forbidden, pagan act could be so pleasurable and that she could receive such delight in serving and inciting his mounting passion. Sliding down a little further, she slathered his hair-covered full balls with her freely dribbling saliva and slicked them with her tongue in wide circling swaths.
"AAHHH ... God, baby . .." Clint crooned as his hips rotated and began to grind in an instinctive rhythm. She coated his heavy ball-bloated sac with sweeps of her hungry mouth, trying to catch as much of his aching flesh as possible. Clint groaned again and Natalie's tongue returned up the long trunk of his jerking prick to the heavy head and enclosed it again in her warm lips.
Sucking hard now, Natalie felt Clint shoving the pulsing piston deeper and deeper into her now willing throat. All jockeying for power seemed very far away and she wanted only to feel the lascivious and scintillating actuality of Clint's beautiful, powerful prick in the haven of her mouth. She wanted to shelter and shower it with her own moist oral love until he relieved those huge bloated balls deep into her receptive belly. Little muffled mewls of delight spilled from her too full mouth around the great sword that she tried to swallow whole.
"Oh, Nattie ... baby ... oh God! Do it ... just do it to me . .. keep sucking . .. suckkkkkk!" Clint increased his pumping into her lovely clinging mouth, feeling the incredible lustful, luscious erotic sensations that had somehow conquered the crazed alcoholic fever and replaced it with this incomparable ecstasy. No more shitting me, Natalie baby. This is where it's at and this is what I'm going to have whenever and wherever I want it!
Her thighs were squeezing and rubbing and opening and shutting like blinded, hinged wings as Natalie felt Clint's rising excitement and urgency. She reached up and caught his hard muscular buttocks in her little hands and pulled him closer, sending his long throbbing prick sliding along her tongue and the wet arched roof of her mouth. She felt him catch her head again about the ears as he labored in and out in a building rhythm. Her hands began to knead and clench and pull on his ass cheeks as she sucked deeper and harder, clamping her lips hard to make a vacuum, and squeezing even more pleasure to him through his yearning stem of flesh that rode into her in a mighty thrusting.
"Jesus! Oh, Jesus! Oh Goddamn! Harder ... faster .. . suck me, baby ... suck it . . . yessss .. . suck!" Clint panted and chanted as he pounded his hard pole of masculinity into her eagerly receptive mouth and her little hands urged him forward, pressing his ass in sympathetic delirium. Christ! He had a load that was almost splitting his balls with a ragged edge and he was going to flood her belly and it was going to gush and spurt deep inside her fastidious body. His cum! Clint Greer's great gallons of boiling cum!
She felt her husband's loins jerk and the muscles in his buttocks clenched and the massive head, already huge, swelling even more in her voraciously sucking mouth. He was going to cum inside her mouth! A sudden fear shot through. Natalie felt she couldn't take it. It would be too much, too dirty, too ... obscene. And suddenly it did. It was coming.
Natalie wasn't ready as abruptly the enormous cock exploded in her mouth and it shot down the back of her throat wild spurts of creamy, teeming liquid. She heard Clint scream and tremble, his hips plunging forward as the great prick gagged her and the boiling, bursting semen poured down into her belly as she swallowed rapidly and frantically to keep from drowning, her throat opening and closing in a frenzied survival effort.
"CHHHHHRRRRRIIIIISSSSSTTTTT!" Clint screamed, his head thrown back in the exquisite agony of fulfillment as his balls began emptying down Natalie's working throat. Again and again he spewed his jets of masculine cum deep in her throat as his climax burst on and on in splendid, blinding lust-satisfying bliss. He looked down to see Natalie's throat contracting as she swallowed the squirting streams of hot semen that were gushing from him in seemingly endless floods.
Alternately, Natalie swallowed and sucked fiendishly in her frantic effort not to be inundated and to suck all the spewing, rushing hosing that spouted from Clint's exploding cock in spasms and spurts. Feverishly, she sucked and gulped and still some of the sweet-tasting, tangy male essence spilled and dribbled down her chin as he pumped and bellowed and groaned and lurched above her in the throes of his rapture. Gradually, the quantity decreased and she sucked and pulled and more came, but in smaller and smaller amounts until at last only a few drops at a time were spasmodically squirting into her still sucking mouth.
Clint collapsed away and fell beside her on the big bed. His mouth caught her nipple and she could feel his exhaustion as his hot breath seared her breast in great gasps. Natalie lay with the drool from his mighty orgasm trickling out the sides of her mouth. She was tired but aching between her legs for the comfort and release of Clint's huge log which was limp and deflated and of no use now. She'd drained him and sucked and pulled his huge balls dry and she wondered peevishly if he was already asleep. After all, she'd been deprived of release too for so long now. His great paw of hand flopped over and landed with a thud right in her pussy that needed relief so badly. She cradled his great head against her breast, but the mouth was slack and she heard in disgust a tiny rasping snore escape it.
Frantically, Natalie reached down and grabbed Clint's enormous hand and clasping two of the thick fingers together she shoved them into her aching cunt, and arching frantically against their lifeless but warm strength. It wasn't very satisfactory but it would have to do. A little better than her own which she'd had to resort to on the nights when he went whoring, which was most of the time. Now that she'd served the great bull, she resented it, for as usual she found herself alone and having to do everything herself with no help from him. She jabbed his lifeless fingers savagely deep up inside her clenching hollow and writhed on the satin bed, her breath coming in little gasps as she felt the delicious sensations she needed so badly begin deep in her belly.
Damn him to hell! At this point she wished she were going to cover the Swingers' Convention in San Diego instead of Ginny Blake. Maybe at least she'd find a hard cock and a willing ass, for her whole body was one screaming organism of need. She wasn't ashamed now. She had to have it. She had to sleep but couldn't ... not with this need on her like an itching, plaguing sore.
Frantically, she lifted her hips high and drove the two thick fingers into her with mounting fury. She felt Clint's mouth close on her breast in his sleep and that helped. She pressed his face closer with her circling arm while her other hand guided the fingers in and out her fevered pussy. Soon his mouth was sucking contentedly in his sleep and she felt the shooting, piercing joy as her legs clasped and her hand drove the fingers like a cudgel into her depths.
Arching high, she brought the fingers along her quivering clitoris and rubbed them hard in circling, rotary motions. Then deep again into the dripping hole, fucking them in and out as her vaginal walls sucked and pulled and fought a muscular battle to keep them and clasp them and milk their flaccid, numbness and length.
Her whole body was quivering and shaking and writhing in a feverish effort to relieve her tortured body and gain the sweet release of sleep and peace. Deep from within her womb her juices were pouring and she could hear the slurping, sucking sound as she drove Clint's fingers in and out in a building, reaching rhythm. Natalie tried to imagine a huge driving cock pillaging her, ravishing her, raping and fucking into her with fierce power and will.
On and on she fucked herself with Clint's fingers and bucked and arched and rose against the lifeless digits while he slept and sucked sporadically on her breasts in some dream locked into his exhausted skull. The cords of muscle stood out on her straining body as she reached up and up with her hips high off the bed. Oh God, please ... please ... she wept in fury as she tried to make Clint's fingers do the labor of his now useless cock that he had spent in her willing mouth.
Clint's mouth was slack again and drooling saliva on her that dribbled down her side and cooled in the air. Natalie pulled her arm from his head and freed it. Then spreading her thighs as wide as possible, she opened the lips of her vulva, wet and wanting, and rubbed the thick sleeping fingers against her twitching clitoris and into her shivering flesh-bud. The erect little organ jumped and quaked and shook with the contact and she rubbed faster and faster, harder and harder.
Natalie could feel the rising, raging, lifting sensations in her air-sucking cunt as it pulled and squeezed on the nothingness, but the two fingers were ravishing her willing clit with the help of her frantic guiding hand. She could hear her own breath coming ragged and raw, the low moans rising from deep in her chest and she pushed harder and faster as the waves of building enchantment began to be substantial.
Then without warning she felt the trigger click and the convulsive tremors begin, shooting driving needles of fire through her loins. She pushed the fingers in and tried to shove the whole hand into her pussy that spasmed and sucked and drew inward in great convulsions the rubbery walls clenching on the lifeless two-fingered tool she had devised.
"Uhhhhhhh ... uhhhhhhhhh ... ahhhhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhhhh .. . uhhhhhhhhh!" The moans and sounds escaped her still wet lips, sticky with Clint's slowly drying semen. Natalie arched and writhed and clasped her empty legs around the sleeping hand. She held it prisoner between her cleaving thighs as the waves washed her with healing foaming crests and breaks which slowly ebbed until only ripples washed the beach of her dying body. Her hand fell back and her legs loosened and the makeshift cock dropped limply to the satin spread. At last she closed her grateful eyes.
Ginny and Larry were ushered into the lobby of the Western Executive Hotel by a bowing uniformed doorman. The vast space was uncluttered and quiet for the carved ceiling rose two and a half stories high and the wide polished parquet floor was punctuated only by several priceless Persian carpets, their thick fringes straight and neat. Small groups of velvet and damask French furniture were clustered for conversation, and against the walls were Bombe chests with urns of fresh flowers. Enormous crystal chandeliers hung over the quiet richness in large constellations of light. One half expected to see Madame du Pompadour come sweeping down the wide curved stairway in panniers and a two-foot tall powdered wig.
It was like no other hotel they'd ever seen and Ginny clutched Larry's arm as they walked timorously across the immense room. A beautifully carved desk at the end of the room, with tapestry hung like a museum piece above it, seemed to be the reception desk only because there was a man in a dark suit with a carnation standing behind it. Several couples were timidly approaching the elegant gentleman.
"It's a museum," Ginny whispered.
"Makes the Fairmont look like a slum," Larry commented.
A graying man in a sports jacket was ahead of them. "Got a single for the next three nights?"
"I'm terribly sorry, sir. We don't." The dark-suited man smiled blandly.
"Press. Houston Post."
"Sorry, sir."
The man from Houston shoved his press card under the desk clerk's nose. "Look, you're turning away a million bucks worth of free publicity."
"Our guests are not seeking the limelight." He turned then to Ginny and Larry, smiling questioningly.
"Hey, buddy, you got a manager in this joint?" The newspaperman persisted.
"The west room ... across the lobby, sir." Turning again to Larry, he again dismissed the press to the nether world of the peasants.
"Uh ... reservation for Eisenberg?" Ginny didn't dare look at Larry. Thank heaven she'd persuaded Larry to pack all his cameras in his luggage. She'd been through too much already for this assignment to be queered now, she thought grimly. Ginny Blake was going to get this story now no matter what.
Ginny hung back a little to let Larry handle the registration his own way. He'd been nervous and jumpy and rude all the way down from Los Angeles. She looked at the other couples waiting their turn. They could have been the Sunday crowd coming from church in any Midwestern town, or parents at a school potluck supper. They certainly did not look like the kind associated with "swinging."
Larry didn't say a word on the way up in the elevator. He was tight-lipped and grim . . . only grunting in answer when the bellboy tried to make pleasant conversation. Ginny nudged him and frowned as they padded silently down the thick-carpeted corridor, but Larry shook her hand off indignantly.
The wide spacious room looked like no other hotel room Ginny had ever seen anywhere. French windows looked out on a fountained terrace through sheer white curtains. Heavy gold damask drapes were pulled back in great swags and the wallpaper, satin striped in gold and white, made the room seem even larger. A lady's French writing desk with an inlaid leather top was at right angles to the view from the windows and a large ornately carved armoire dominated one wall. Two immense French beds, spread in olive green velvet and crowned at their heads with swags of the gold damask, were separated by a beautifully delicate rosewood commode table. Large comfortable wing chairs were grouped at a round inlaid card table. They were olive velvet, piped in gold.
"Oh, Larry, it's so beautiful," Ginny breathed. He didn't answer for he was slinging luggage into a huge walk-in closet. She twirled around in delight and started exploring, opening doors and peeking in. There was only a bathroom and closets .. . no other room and they'd asked for a suite.
"Larry. There's no other room."
"No suite available. They're full. This is what's known as a twin room," he answered sarcastically.
"But... I thought..."
"Yeah. I know what you thought! Don't sweat it. I'll take the bed by the window. You wanted to get the story!" he hurled bitterly over his shoulder as he slammed into the bathroom with his leather toilet case.
"Well, you don't have to bite my head off. We'll manage."
"You just do that, baby!" He walked back in and pulled a bag out of the closet on the white carpet. Ginny sat down on the edge of the green velvet bed he'd designated as hers and watched him rummaging in his bag, pulling out cameras and film and light meters, then slamming them down on the floor.
"Look, Larry. I don't know what you're so mad about but let's try and cooperate."
"You'll get plenty of chance for that, sweetheart. Cooperation is big with swingers, I hear!" He stood up, slinging his cameras on his shoulders and stuffing his pockets with equipment.
"Where are you going? You can't go downstairs with all that stuff. You'll get thrown out."
"That wouldn't be a bad idea either." He turned at the door and looked at her hard and long. "I'm going prowling and then I'm going to get roaring drunk!" Larry spun on his heel and slammed the heavy carved door.
The tub water felt so soothing Ginny was almost asleep, her head propped on the little plastic neck pillow. She stretched and wriggled her toes luxuriously in the deep bubble-topped water. You could literally almost swim in this incredible tub that she'd only discovered after Larry left. She'd had a lonely lunch in the so-called coffee shop downstairs. A Versailles morning room would have been more accurate. She'd listened to the conversations around her as discreetly as possible and gotten nothing. It could have been the tags of sentences heard at any convention. She was beginning to wonder if the whole thing was a giant spoof, a label these people had given themselves to boost their egos or set themselves apart from the rest of the dreary crowd.
She turned over in the huge sunken pool and stretched again, lifting her chin above the tickling bubbles, then rolled like a porpoise. Just the marble the tub was fashioned from and the walls of a creamy stone must have cost a fortune. She twisted the gold mermaid faucet with her toes to add some more hot water. After her terrible morning with Clint Greer she'd tried to disown her own body and avoided looking at it now, hence the bubble bath which hid her voluptuous nakedness in the thick froth. Too hot. She toed it off.
It had taken all her strength not to back out of the assignment. The phone had been in her hand many times. She had even called the airlines about flights all over the country, carefully making notes as though she were actually going to quit her job and simply disappear. But in an agony of indecision she'd finally realized she'd already paid too much for this chance and that flight was never any real solution . . . and here she was. Her fears seemed far away now, her terror foolish after that staid lunch listening to dull ordinary people. She wondered now if there was a story here at all.
Suddenly the door to the bathroom banged open and Larry came barging in, unzipping his pants and taking out his penis. Oh God. He hadn't seen her obviously. She could hear him in the little separate cubicle relieving himself. Ginny lay very still, hardly breathing, sunk as far as she could under the bubbles.
The trickling finally stopped and she heard him take a step, then gasp. She turned her head and there he was, glowering down at her with his long cock still in his hand.
"Well, if it isn't the water nymph, preparing for the evening's festivities!" His voice was even more cutting than when he'd left and he stood looking down at her with hard eyes, making no move to cover himself.
"Get out of here, Larry," Ginny said as calmly as she could with that thing dangling lewdly down at her.
"This is my bathroom, too, remember," he said thickly. He could see her rounded white shoulders gleaming above the bubbles and he knew what glory lay under that foam. Some ape was going to be after it tonight, too! He had no doubts of that and this dumb trusting broad thought she wouldn't have to put out . .. that she could fake and give the guys the slip. Well, he knew better. He'd seen enough this afternoon to convince him and some of it was on film in his camera. For once in his life he was getting smart. By God, he was going to make some dough on the side. Plenty of places in L.A. would pay and pay well for what he had in that collection of cameras, and he was going to get more.
"You still going through with this crazy scheme?"
"Yes ... I have to. Now put that thing back in your pants and get out of here!"
"Hell, no!" he roared, jerking off his clothes like a madman and cluttering the marble floor with them. "Move over, baby. Have a little swim with you."
"Larry ... stop it! No! You can't!" she yelled, watching in frozen horror as the clothes flew off in all directions and Larry stepped into the tub with her ... stark naked. He looked so much bigger without clothes, his shoulders and forearms tanned and bulging with muscle, his belly flat and hard and his legs swollen in bunches of muscular strength. Ginny shrank to the side of the huge tub, scrambling up to cling to the slippery cold marble walls of a corner.
Larry stopped for an instant ... a long instant as he saw the naked incredibly beautiful body of Ginny as she clung fearfully to the walls, her eyes wide with fear and anger. Foam clung in fluffy streaks to her high heavy breasts and down her small belly and curved silken wet hips and long beautiful thighs. She was a rosy vision that could only come to a man in dreams. No real dame could look that perfect ... from her tangled bangs shading those huge black-fringed blue eyes to her slender ankles disappearing beneath the white bubbles. No one could miss that she had a build that would stop a jet pilot at 5000 feet, but the warm wet glowing reality of Ginny naked was too much! Shit! By God if she was determined to give it away to strangers . . . then he was going to get his first!
"Larry . . . please! For God's sake get out of here!" she begged, her eyes darting to the side and her fingers inching along the wall to try and make a leap for it.
His eyes narrowed in anticipation and he grabbed both her wrists and pinned her against the walls, a low groan spilling from him as he caught her mouth and kissed those ripe lips. She twisted her head frantically from side to side, her wrists pushing hard against his steel hands but he only let his mouth kiss where it fell as she writhed, her cheeks, her jaw, her eyelids, her nose, her mouth, her ears, her long-stemmed white throat . .. his mouth finding something delectable wherever it hit. For all of her was delicious and erotic and made for kissing. She was grunting and gasping and twisting her head from side to side and the kisses kept raining over her whole face and throat.
"No! Larry . . . stop ... it. . . please .. . don't.... leave me . . . alone ..." she panted.
"Me first . . . that's all, baby .. . just me first!" He caught her to him then in a fierce grip, mashing the silky wet warmth of her white flesh into him, his risen cock buried between their naked bellies. His hand came up to clamp her head and he held it still for his mouth to crush hers and a jolt of thrill shot through him as he held her so close, her beautiful breasts mashed against his chest. Pushing straight between her teeth, he tongue-fucked into the soft wet cavern of her luscious mouth, holding her now so she couldn't twist her head away, and he gloried in the scintillating, lusting daggers of sensation that cut through his loins.
Ginny pushed frantically against Larry's hard shoulders with her hands but she could not break his hold and she breathed hoarsely through her flaring nostrils. He was sucking the very life out of her! Damn him! Had he gone crazy? He must be drunk, insanely drunk. He'd said he was going to, and he must have. She continued to push and squirm. Her foot slipped on the slick wet marble under the water and she would have fallen except for his bruising, brutal grip on her naked body.
His mouth pulled away briefly and he was breathing hard. Larry looked at her, their faces inches apart. "Did you know that 70 percent of all bathroom falls are fatal?" he grinned. "I saved you. Now hang onto me, woman!" he whispered fiercely. Larry wrapped her arms around his hard body and cupped her naked rounded buttocks, grinding her pelvis up to him and kissing her deeply again.
A hot jolt shook Ginny as she felt her genitals mashed up to Larry's heated loins. Her bottom warmed in his demanding hands. The awful lassitude was weakening her will and her strength. His blood-gorged, passion-incited cock was beating and jerking in spasms against her soft belly and his mouth was again fucking in and out of her own, his tongue like a small red penis.
Ginny's arms began to hold him and her hands slid up and down his back and shoulders and buttocks. The hardness of him was exciting under her soft palms. His hard probing tongue in her mouth seemed to throb in time with the insistent beat of his fully rigid prick. Ginny's tongue met his and a low moan escaped from deep in her throat. They sucked and teased and cajoled and dueled and the bubbles were slowly evaporating around their ankles.
As they stood locked together and panting and sucking and feeling the incredible ecstasy of nakedness against nakedness, Ginny's eyes opened as mouths turned to join again and she caught a glimpse of their pressed bodies in the mirror. The horror hit her like a blow in the solar plexus. What was she doing? Oh God. Had she become a wanton slut? Yesterday with Clint and now Larry.
"NOOOO ... noooo ... NO, LARRY ... we mustn't ... stop it!" she screamed as she tore her mouth from his and pushed hard against his strong chest.
"Oh, yes, we do, baby!" Larry twisted her arms behind her back and held her pinned. The breath was ragged and his chest heaved. "You want it too."
With one hand holding her twisted arms he reached down and slid his sensitive finger into her moistened slit and ran it tantalizingly back and forth the full length of her vulva. Her eyes were closed now and her beautiful head thrown back and the long white throat was a stem to be bitten and tasted. The mountains of Ginny's rounded, ripened breasts stood up majestically from the plain of her white ribs, their tips the color of roses, the nipples hard and sweet as wine grapes. His head dipped and Larry tasted their heady flavor, sinking his teeth around one hard, erect bud of sweetness, his finger still sliding gently back and forth and in and out of her swollen cunt that poured syrupy libations onto his questing hand.
Larry's hard hand was crushing the delicate bones of Ginny's wrists behind her and they ached but she soon forgot the discomfort in the enchanting sensation of his teeth and mouth on her nipple and that insidious finger sliding and juicing her aching pussy. Oh God. She couldn't stand it. The sucking and teasing tongue was drawing the essence from her through her breast and the taut inward pulling muscles inside her were dark forces that were overwhelming the mocking, judging, accusing voice in her head. The mouth and the sliding finger imprisoned her more than his steel-hard hand.
Ginny's breath was heaving in and out of her diaphragm as she waited for what Larry would do next to her needing flesh that was betraying her again. She could feel the entire intricate mechanism of her body readying her for what must inevitably follow. Larry was sawing his finger in and out of her soaking vagina now like a bow on string. He was playing her like an instrument and the music coming out her hollow mouth was eerie moans, a wailing, a keening that filled the marble walls.
He felt the wild elation growing in him as Ginny's full, white womanly body arched and writhed and cried out at the ecstasy his mouth and hand were eliciting. His cock was so huge now that it looked more like a stallion's than a man's organ and he looked down to see its strength and visible urgency as it pulsed and jerked, the head purpling and oozing seminal fluid. He could see Ginny's black-haired cunt, the lips swollen and slick with her juices. She was opening like a petaled flower. Her upper, inner thighs were already sticky with her lubrications.
Grabbing the stalk of his cock, Larry drew the head up Ginny's pulsing, swollen, honeyed pussy and she screamed softly, "Ohhh-h-h-hhhh . . ." The contact of her slippery cunt flesh against his throbbing cock almost sent him off the pad. God! After dreaming of something for so long, the reality was almost dreamlike too. Larry sloshed and slipped the deadly massive weapon of his flesh again up and down her opening vulva and soon he couldn't stop. It was too mind-blowing good!
Ginny was arching on tiptoes to the fleshy dominant tool that slurped along her dripping labia. Her thighs opened and spread and the pelvis rotated and ground up to Larry's mammoth, throbbing prick head. He had forgotten to hold her hands behind her back for he was fondling her ripe breasts, stroking them and nipping their nipples which sent fiery slender daggers of pleasure slicing through her white flesh. Ginny flexed her pelvis and inner thighs and her cuntal lips closed like a vise over Larry's great hot burgeoning rod. She could not stop her own hips thrusting back and forth and it was almost as though he were deep inside her.
Larry looked down at the rapture-inciting motions of their organs slipping and sliding on each other. Ginny was rapidly becoming oblivious to everything except his burning hands and fire-tipped brand that were heating her past the point of no return. Her head tossed from side to side and her bangs flew back and forth across her white forehead. Goddamn! She was hot! Catching her rounded hips in his hands he guided her cunt till the blood-gorged, pulsing, blunt head of his enormous shaft was right on Ginny's quivering love bud and it was just like he'd touched her with an electric prod.
"Ahhhhhhhggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed, feeling the zagging electricity shiver unevenly through her body as Larry's great sword tip touched her erect clitoris and sparks showered through her and she was shorting out! Grabbing his hard shoulders to steady herself, Ginny arched up again and spread her toed-out feet to keep the current flowing that was shooting into her in flooding waves.
Larry clenched his ass muscles and shoved forward with his pelvis, pressing the button and almost hearing the buzzing of Ginny's tortured nerves. Jesus! This broad must have been starved for a long time ... she was so close to orgasm already and he didn't want to rush it.
Suddenly Larry slid down in the water, wetting himself all over, and stood up again streaming with rivulets. Grabbing the soap he worked up a rich lather between his palms and reached out for Ginny's breasts. She was whimpering, her eyes wide open now, and reaching for him. The feel of her beautiful heavy melon breasts, slippery and warm in his hands, sent new jolts of rapture rippling through his already fevered loins. He soaped his own belly and cock that strutted ahead of him in a thick, massive poke and then returned to slather Ginny's hips, buttocks, thighs, and then between her beautiful legs, his hands soaping her frantic cunt tantalizingly.
She bucked and ground against his hand, trying to capture it and keep it where she needed it. His hand reached even further and extended two fingers inside her sopping, sucking pussy. Larry could feel her frantic muscles inside clutching at his fingers and squeezing them and Ginny was shaking and moaning incoherently.
"Here it is, baby .. . here it ... is ... this what you want?" Larry panted, removing his fingers and putting his slippery, pulsating prick just inside Ginny's fevered soap and juice-slicked vulva.
"Ohh ... ohh ... ohhhhhh ... ohh ..." Ginny breathed and her thighs spread further and she arched up to give him freer access to her aching hollow. Larry felt her cunt close on his hot male organ like a starving oyster, clamping around his steel flesh with biting fingers and bands of muscle. His rod sliced up into the soft pulsing flesh and the rapturous ribbons of sheer pleasure, so intense they could hardly be borne, wrapped around him.
Ginny's arms held Larry around the waist and his hands on her hips helped her balance as she threw her body back and forth on the beating rod of hardened maleness sunk up so deeply into the quivering flesh of her soft belly. She could feel his cum-swollen scrotum swinging against her thighs and the huge blunt-ended knife of his probing penis ramming up deeper and deeper with every thrust. Everything had fallen away from her except the fever inside her belly and the screaming itch in her clitoris where the pleasure center was almost exploding in blissful joy.
"AHHH ... hhhhhhhhhhh ... aaahhhhhhhh!" She chanted, slamming her pelvis into him in harder and faster jerks, impaling herself on that giant shaft in a frenzied rage. Suddenly, with no real warning, she felt the incredible spasms begin. They grew to a rising, cresting peak and the world fell away and she was there!
"AH! AGH! Aieeeeeeee ... I'm ... CU-UUMMMMMIIINNNNGGGGG! Oh GOD! CUM-MMMMMMiiinnnnggggg! AHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, her pelvis slamming so hard against Larry they almost fell. Bone met bone, flesh smacked flesh, and she was dissolving in the fiery, splintering, shattering explosion that wheeled on and on and on!
Larry held her, her mouth hanging open. The sound of her panting was obscene and expressed a lewd and magnificent passion. She swallowed and trembled uncontrollably. Jesus! He didn't think she'd cum that fast! Her convulsing cunt was still pulling on him, then she slumped and his hard rigid instrument slipped out of her vagina with a wet plopping sound that could be heard above the deep gasps of her breathing.
Ginny stood there trembling and shaking in wracking quakes as the orgasm drained away her strength. She leaned against Larry; there was nothing left in her body. It was almost as though she'd lost consciousness at the height of the climax and now she felt an urgent desire to just slip down and go to sleep. And yet her brain was a swarm of buzzing thoughts. Could it be that Clint had awakened her sleeping instincts so thoroughly yesterday that she no longer had any control? Having been chaste for so long, denied, it was as though once aroused, she had hooked into a high voltage line and any promise of release now simply set her off like a thunderbolt.
"You okay?" Larry asked.
She closed her eyes and nodded wearily. A moment later Larry had turned on the shower and was turning her to rinse away the soap and bubble bath. She was as obedient as a small sleepy child and let him do what he wanted. Finally the hissing water was turned off and he helped her out of the tub and dried himself and her with a huge fluffy bath sheet. His hands were gentle now and he carefully dried every inch of her, the touch of the soft towel warmed by his hands through it was a sensual feeling and brought new life to her body. Dully she realized that his mammoth erection was still there and somehow it must be taken care of.
Larry carefully hung the huge towel to dry and then picked Ginny up and carried her through to the bedroom and laid her on one of the huge beds, pulling the covers out from under her limp form. He looked down at her incredibly beautiful body, all laid out there for him, and felt his gut tighten and his cock jump, jerking even higher. All his . .. at least for now. Her eyes were still closed and her magnificent breasts rose and fell, two great pink-capped, white mountains floating and rising with an underground tide. He couldn't even think about what might happen later. Right now the only important thing was tearing into Ginny's soft pliant body.
Ginny's eyes opened and fluttered. Larry was standing over her and his face was inscrutable, fixed in a no-expression expression, and she looked at his hard powerful body that didn't slump now, the muscles well defined and very functional. The light brown chest hairs grew in a V on down his belly and spread out again in dense curly pubic hair that was still damp. The huge, jutting strongly erect and swollen cock eyed her, slobbering faintly from the tiny hole in the head in lewd anticipation. It was a sword, a threat, and yet a blessing that would forge her into a new woman again if she let it. She reached up and tenderly stroked its throbbing length and it responded by quivering and oozing new tears of desire. Her hands cradled Larry's balls and they felt precious in her hands, heavy with cum and loaded for her pleasure.
It was as though her hands did not belong to her and she wondered as she saw them caress and fondle and stroke and tease. "GOD, baby," he breathed, thrusting his hips forward and sliding his prick even closer. She looked at it for a long moment and then leaned to kiss the end of it and her lips came away sticky with his damned-up passion.
"Christ!" Larry pushed her back on the bed and crawled between her thighs. "Later, baby . .. later. Right now I've got to fuck you ... fuck you to death between the legs . . . here."
"Ohhh, yes!" she breathed, hearing the words come out her own mouth, amazed still at her wanton behavior.
His mouth found hers and she took his tongue eagerly while his hands were pushing her knees up until they touched the pillow. Larry put the head of his throbbing, aching prick against the hot moistened lips of her vulva. He pushed forward and parted the still wet pubic curls and slipped easily down through the two sets of sensitive pussy lips.
"OOOOhhhhhhhhh," she moaned pulling her mouth away to kiss his cheeks and chin and ear. "Good, baby?"
"Oh, yes .. . it's beautiful ... oh, Larry."
Larry pushed in a little further, reveling in the slow swallowing up of his thick, pulsing cock. Just as slowly he withdrew and then shoved in again, each time a bit further out and a little deeper in, enjoying his control and the utterly unbelievable sensations that were racing through him. No one could ever take this afternoon away from him for it would be locked in his head forever!
Ginny's hair was coming loose and he reached under her and pulled out the rest of the pins and buried his face in the silky black depths as he lunged all the way, his balls swinging against her upturned ass cheeks. He could feel his cock pressing into her cervix, trying to get right into the womb, his shaft like a hot hard iron.
"Ohhhh ... you're hurting me," she gasped but Larry only grunted deep in his throat and jerked that huge rod deep up inside her belly. It did hurt but the hurt was somehow mingled with the incredible rapture of knowing she had taken all of that mammoth penis inside her body for she could feel Larry's balls against her buttocks and his pubic hair tickling slightly. All of him! It wasn't possible and yet, blessedly, it was. They were a perfect fit! The terrible revulsion she'd felt with Clint... even when her body had participated and she had felt the huge orgasm he had brought her ... there was still a spoiling revulsion. It seemed so different now with Larry. She felt wild and free and joyous!
His movements became completely masterful and he was in complete command, a mastery and assured dominance so different from Larry's usually snarling cynicism. Ginny lay there and reveled in that mastery. She ground her rounded buttocks in rotary time-teasing circles as he pounded in and out of her body in deep hard lunges. Her entire belly was afire and her mind screamed out its insane delight!
Larry wondered dimly if he could possibly bring her off again and hold off his own climax a little longer. God! He didn't want it to end! Just fuck Ginny like this forever! Her pelvis was revolving and jerking wildly even though she was pinned down by her doubled position. He'd hooked a game one and she was battling valiantly. God, what a woman! What he'd seen in this broad was only a shadow of what really was there.
He threw himself into her with renewed fury, pounding and screwing his cock harder and even deeper into her vise-gripping cunt . . . fucking like a maniac . . . until it seemed her battered cervix would be stabbed to a bloody pulp. Her interior muscles clapped around his shaft like tentacles and her hot channel was screaming for more ... as she sought to bite and capture all of him, balls and all.
Ginny's eyes focused in disbelief as she saw her own knees rocking above her head and her head tossed fitfully, mouth lax and open as she panted out, "Ohhh .. . ohhhhh......" with each shove of his driving cock. It was a chant moaning out her rising bliss as she reached harder for the light, the vision, the rapture that was just beyond her grasp.
Suddenly she was divided, split right up the middle, that sword cleaving her in two, and her legs shot out and her pelvis lurched up to Larry with superhuman strength and the scream of ecstasy bubbled out her open mouth, the hot breath searing her lungs in its passing.
"AGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH . . . AAAAAAHHHHHHHH ... OOOOHHHHHHH . .. I'm cummmmmmmmmmm .. . innnggggggg ... Oh, Larry ... darling!" At the peak of her arching, her teeth found the long muscle on the top of Larry's hard shoulder and sank into his flesh in rapture, then she fell lifeless beneath him.
Larry felt her legs drop, enclosing his hips and legs. He held her and continued to bob gently in and out of her pulsing vagina, between the tired parentheses of her limp white thighs. He'd forced himself with sheer will power to weather the storm of her cataclysmic orgasm, knowing he could bring her on again to share his own ... if he could ... last that long. He wasn't being altruistic but practical ... knowing a mutual climax would be the apex for him. He felt ten feet tall!
From far away .. . the outer edges of her wheeling galactic emotional system, Ginny's mind began to return to her body and she was aware of a gentle, hypnotic and voluptuous movement in and out of her pussy. Her knees closed around Larry's hips and pressed inward, holding him to her, loving his hairy chest mashed against her roundly flattened breasts. She reached for his head and pulled his face to hers, taking his tongue and sucking it fiercely. She found that pulling him down to her like that made his cock ride higher against her clitoris and the wild wonder was returning to her greedy body again. Ginny arched up to his living baton that conducted this rhapsody of sensation .. . she was all the instruments and they obeyed his wand instantly and joyously.
Pulling away enough but still fucking into her sopping pussy, Larry caught Ginny's creamy breasts in his hands and held them up to his gluttonous mouth. They were rounded full drums and his mouth began to suck them alternately, his tongue like a beating stick that hit the sensitive nipples, bringing out hollow moans of resounding delight. Her blue eyes deepened and she stared at him when he changed from one quivering breast to the other. He could see that the irises were a murky violet, pansies growing in the fertile fringe of her thick rich black eyelashes. His body humped and beat the rhythms from her hollowed flesh, and she writhed and groaned out the haunting melody. Teeth and mouth like the bridge of a stringed instrument now, he bit and chewed the rigid quivering nipples and they twanged and reverberated and he could feel the arching vibrations rippling through Ginny's taut body. There was never going to be another fuck in his entire life equal to this!
Ginny's hands found Larry's hardened buttocks, lean and steel-lined with muscle in sculptured planes. She held onto them and her calves snaked over his bulging ones as she arched beneath his imperious domination. The soft bottoms of her feet curled and rubbed up and down his hairy hot-fleshed calves like soothing hands, curious and affectionate soft little monkey palms. This was the man she had to know ... every cell .. . every atom . .. every molecule . .. every ounce of flesh and bone and muscle and hair and opening and nail and membrane. Exploring further, her hands slid tenderly up his lean waist that flared an widened into his ribs and powerful shoulders, the backbone a fused but flexible steel cable holding his delight-giving flesh together. The back of hi neck with the soft light brown hair, despite it corded strength, felt vulnerable under her palm as she cupped it tenderly.
Larry felt her hands adventuring softly over hi skin in exploration and the pulsing in his loin was building wildly. This was a giving, wantin woman! She took the inches of his hard rigid probe that were raking her in deep furrowing thrusts, like earth falling before a plow, and she opened to him and her flesh clasped in his wake, closing around him in warm darkness. Ginny kneaded hi ass like it was dough under her hands, pressing, pulling, stretching and squeezing. Christ! He was invincible! He'd never lasted this long before and he felt like he could go on forever!
Ginny's hair was a dark sea surging over the pillow in convoluted waves and Larry found the shell of her ear buried in the depths. The hot hard red pseudo penis of his tongue found the orifice and he circled it wetly and thrust it inside the tender passage, burning her brain with his insistent message. He licked and stabbed and she was crying out and writhing and groveling beneath him. Catching the lobe with his teeth he left the impression of his rapturous agony in teeth marks and the blood rushed to her flesh there and the tiny flap of meat grew blood red.
Little mewling noises of abject servitude began to tumble from Ginny's lips as she lay under him, completely subjugated to his least whim now. She looked up through glazed eyes at his angular high-domed face and the near-sadistic expression on it and it seemed beautiful to her, for she was impaled on his magnificent cock that was probing the very secret depths of her core.
"Darling ... ooohhh .. . ahhh . . . oh, Larry . . ." she crooned between clenched teeth. He felt the joyous, animal stabs of pleasure shafting through his body as her long, shapely, strong legs tightened and released him at the hips as he kept up his driving cock rhythm. Her mouth was gaping open now in delicious abandon and her head was tossing again from side to side as Larry bent to nibble and chew along her lovely swanlike throat and curved silken shoulder. Larry raced his relentless swollen steel pole into the soft wetness of her impassioned vagina. Additional currents of sensation were surging through his prick, his hands, his greedy mouth and brain. There was nothing but the plunging of his battering cock into the warm pink moistness of her seething, sucking pussy, hungry and voracious for whatever he brought her for she received it all with rapturous welcoming flesh.
Larry looked down to where his cock was slipping smoothly in and out between the flushed, puffy, hair-framed lips of her slickened, vibrant cunt, savoring the feel of the clasping pink folds of flesh, clinging gluttonously to his raging and furious rod driving into the lascivious pussy. Christ! He couldn't last much longer at this rate. He was about to shatter!
"God damn ... fuck, baby ... fuck!" Larry grunted, his breath coming out in hot dragon flames to sear Ginny's skin wherever they hit. His practiced drive and expert ability was sending her up the sheer cliffs of towering emotional heights.
Her brain was whimpering uselessly inside her head as animal sounds, basic and instinctive, spilled from her lips in moans and whines. Only the insane, abandoned sensations of her wildly bucking body were available to her consciousness. All else was gone or futile or stupid. She was locked in the world of her body and his, and only feeling was valid.
He found himself thrusting furiously, slamming his long heavy prick up into her warm, clenching cunt with jarring force, ramming and pounding, the slippery secretions from deep inside her coating and easing the way with every plunge, the throbbing obscenely bloated head punching her cervix while his cum-heavy balls slapped solidly on her widespread ass. The rubbery head of his cock battered the depths of her softly yielding body as he drove harder and harder into her, shoving his pelvis mercilessly into her sensitive loins. Tormentingly he flexed his cock head again and again, forcing wilder and more agonized cries from between her clenched teeth.
"OHH ... fuck . . . yesss . . . Larry, darling ... gggaaaaaa... oooohhhh!" Ginny strained up against him, arching so strongly that both their flailing bodies lifted momentarily from the bed. She rode him, frenzied heels digging into his body as she spurred him on to even greater effort, her legs tightening as she began to labor up and down his pole with her grasping, ravenous pussy. The throes of ecstatic anesthesia had numbed her brain and there was only this lovely fucking man who used her so well.
"That's it! That's it, baby ... fuck my cock while I screw your sweet pussy. Slam it up to me
... fuck it, baby!" he panted wildly.
"Harder . . . hardeerrrrrrrrr . . . fuckkkkkk . . . Godddddddd!" she screamed, her legs gripping him tightly over his back, the inner thighs pressing frantically against his ribs as she ground up to the brutal tempo of his ravaging cock, punishing her soaking, agonized pussy. Her legs climbed his shoulders and she presented Larry with the complete and widespread plain of her delicious cunt.
Larry attacked it even more violently and the salacious, sucking, slurping sounds of their fucking filled the bedroom, the lewd sloshing of their laboring genitals increasing his already lust-crazed brain. The smell of her, female and in wild heat, only added to his maniacal fury and he drove it into her with jackhammer force as she bucked up to him with bruising response, her mouth falling slackly open, nostrils flaring wildly, her velvety pussy milking his plunging cock ravenously. She whimpered, moaned, then wailed, building to a scream as her thighs pulled even tighter against her voluptuous breasts.
Suddenly the dull ache in his balls grew to a fiery point of light behind his eyeballs and he knew his moment was only a split second away. "CUUUUUMMMMM ...CUUMMMMM with MEEEEEE ... NOOWWWWWW!" It was all the warning he could give but he heard her answering, "YYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS . . . GGGGOOOODDDDDD . . . AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE ... AGGGGHHH!" and the warm pussy walls began to secrete their hot gushes of blissful liquid delight around Larry's plundering cock, flooding that pulsating shaft.
As Ginny lurched and jerked beneath him in wild convulsions, the cuntal mouth and frantic muscles inside her vagina pulling at his prick feverishly, Larry could feel his own thick hot sperm shooting the length of his spasming rod, the long hot gushes wracking his whole quaking body as they spurted from his cock tip far, far up inside her soft quivering belly. The white hot jets splashed and spewed in continual nosing deep into her. He imagined the creamy semen flooding not only her vaginal cavity that held him so close and squeezed him so hard, but seeping through every membrane and cell until all of the cells of her body were tinged with his own love cum.
Ginny ground her loins, naked and shameless, up tight against Larry, and clasped him to her, that glorious cock buried within her very depths. "Hold me . . . oh, hold me . . . darling . .. don't let me go . . . hold me .. . !" she moaned, her thighs quaking and her whole body trembling uncontrollably now with his loving searing cum shooting hotly into her receptive cunt. And in her gasping, shivering joy, she felt a wave lift her and her eyes teared and a small sob tore out her throat.
He slumped forward, collapsing on top of Ginny, as all of his energy, his fury, his life force pumped out of him through the thick nozzle of his sunken cock. His hot sperm mixed with her erotic juices and he lay, still jerking reflexively, pouring it into her white body in thick streams. Face pressed to hers, he felt Ginny give one last writhing spasm, and a trickle of tear came down her cheek and ran onto his own skin, then she was still and lifeless. By the time he was squirting feeble droplets that were dying fast, Larry could feel her heart slowing, her eyes were closed, her mouth slack, and she slept.
Dimly he heard the fountain go on out on the terrace, gushing softly. Swinger's Convention! Well, he'd got his first! The last strained breath came out in a long hiss and his breathing slowed to a deep steady rhythm.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tony Aiello slipped into his plaid sports jacket and adjusted the thick knot in his yellow tie. He whistled softly through his teeth as he brushed his thick black hair, for tonight at the get-acquainted party he knew exactly which cunt he was going to bang. That tall brunette with the super jet twin-engine body was exactly what he was going to have. He leaned toward the big gold-framed mirror and bared his white teeth, pulling his lips back to inspect. Yeah. Not bad for a guy thirty-seven years old. Thick gleaming black hair with no gray that sprang up in bold waves, dark eyes, thin Roman nose, strong jaw, and straight white teeth. They gleamed back at him in his practiced flashing white smile.
"Honey." Tony saw Sylvia come up in the mirror behind him. She was holding up two cocktail dresses.
"Which one should I wear tonight?" Tony turned to look at his wife. Small and blonde, her bleached hair was piled into a towering edifice to give her height, her plump breasts were pulled up to incredible proportions by a boned half-bra that threatened to spill them completely. She had a small waist and an ample ass that wiggled enticingly when she walked. Sylvia already had on very high-heeled silver shoes, silver pantyhose over her rounded thighs, and a short pink panty girdle to keep them from slipping or bagging.
"Baby . . . you look great the way you are. Leave 'em off." Tony teased, pinching one ripe almost naked breast.
"Be serious. I got to look my best. There's a lot of important people at this convention." She held up first one dress over her short rounded body and then the other. "The iridescent lace or the silver lame?"
"A maybe the silver thing." When he was only with Sylvia, Tony tended to slip into an Italian intonation, though he'd lived in Los Angeles since he was twelve.
Sylvia turned to lay one dress across the bed and slipped the other over her head. Tony went back to the mirror and picked up the bottle of men's cologne Sylvia had given him. He sloshed a little of it on his jaw and chin.
"How you know they're important. . . these people? Besides, how they gonna do a man in the gay-bar business any good?" my, honey, I told you a million times. It's who you know. I read the papers ... the society pages. Already I recognized an assemblyman, a professor, and a mayor." She backed up to Tony for him to do her zipper. He pulled up the long zipper and turned her around by the shoulders.
"Without last names you know all these people?" It was one of the rules. No swinger group ever used last names nor did they have more than one encounter with a particular partner. That way nobody got hung up. Marriages stayed intact.
"Of course. I've seen their pictures in the papers."
"I got a smart wife I couldn't do without." He kissed her forehead.
"You don't have to now. You get to have your cake and eat it too, you greedy man."
"So do you, sweetheart... so do you."
Sylvia stepped back in front of the mirror to check her dress. She patted her solidly in place hairdo, then caught Tony's eyes in the mirror. "You got her all picked out, haven't you? You always do. I just hope I like her husband."
"He looks like an okay guy. Spotted them in the elevator. You'll make out, baby. You always do." Tony patted her round ass proprietarily. He was a damned lucky guy. Sylvia was always on the lookout for what was in ... for what would help him up the ladder. Since they started swinging he hadn't spent a dime on other dames. Business was better and he didn't have to go through all that mental torture of getting a little something extra once in a while. He'd seen other guys sweating it and felt sorry for them. Yes sir, Sylvia was a jewel.
The only real fly in Tony Aiello's ointment now was that desert property he had to find a way to buy. Those damned ecology nuts in the smaller towns his company serviced wouldn't let his trucks use any of the dump sites any more and he had to find a place further away. No bleeding heart ecology nut was going to take away the business he'd sweated for all these years. But for now, he'd promised himself he wouldn't worry about it. Not at the first Swingers' Convention in history!
"Come on, baby. Let's go. We gonna swing a little!"
In the elevator Ginny took an unsteady breath and looked at Larry. He avoided her eyes and looked at the ceiling. That black mood was on him again. For one thing she didn't think he approved of her dress. It was a perfectly plain pale gray wool with long sleeves and a soft skirt held by a wide matching belt but the long V neckline was slit almost to her waist. She'd hastily pinned the violets he'd ordered for her to wear at the bottom of the V but quite a lot of flesh still showed. If only he'd said something. Late this afternoon she would have done just about anything he said .. . even thrown up the assignment and given up. But he'd been perfectly awful and still was. Wouldn't say a word. She was supposed to read his mind . .. the way her mother always had to try to read her father's and there'd been hell to pay if she couldn't. Well, Ginny Blake was not going to get caught up in that trap! Larry could just sulk.
The elevator glided smoothly to a stop and another couple got on. They were all dressed up for the big party of the year. "Hey, you guys don't have your names on ... or your Swinger buttons." The black-haired man flashed a dazzling white smile at them, flicking his lapel gadget that dangled a small golden swing and his stick-on name badge that said, MY NAME IS TONY.
Ginny smiled nervously and realized that Larry wasn't even going to answer the man. "I . . . uh . .. well, I didn't want to ruin the effect of my dress with these lovely flowers my husband sent me," she managed.
"Say, those are really swell," he enthused, his eyes glued just above the violets where Ginny's full white breasts cleaved in soft half moons of exposed flesh. "Hell, I don't know why I can't remember to do things like that. But I'm not much good at this etiquette stuff. I have to leave all that to the little woman here." He reached around Sylvia's silver shoulders to give her a quick squeeze.
"You do just fine, honey," Sylvia protested. "This dress couldn't take flowers, anyway. It's too dressy. I'm Sylvia, by the way, as you can see."
"I'm Ginny and this is Larry." Ginny smiled, ready to kick Larry in the shin for his rudeness. He did nod curtly.
"Say, how about you folks having a drink with us?" Tony chuckled. "Tonight's the get-acquainted session, you know," rubbing his hands together in boyish anticipation.
Ginny looked at Larry uncertainly. He nodded at the couple stiffly and said, "No, thank you," as casually as turning down a proffer of a second helping of mashed potatoes.
The man looked like he'd been hit for a second, then he recovered. "Where you folks from, anyway?"
"Los Angeles," Larry answered coolly.
"Well, so are we! You see, I knew we had something in common. Now, we just gotta have that drink!"
"He doesn't talk much, does he?" Sylvia smiled at Ginny.
"No, I'm afraid not," Ginny laughed ruefully.
"That's all right. Like in the movies ... you got to watch those strong silent types." She winked knowingly.
"I can hardly wait to have a few belts and tear into one of those steaks they promised us." Tony was laughing and rubbing his hands together again.
Ginny slipped her hand in the crook of Larry's arm and gave him a warning squeeze. He ignored her and said glumly, "I'm afraid we'll have to take a raincheck."
"Look, mister. We're just trying to be friendly. Everybody else comes to have a good time. Why'd you come if you're not ready to swing?"
"Oh, we did. Larry's just a little out of sorts. We'd love to have a drink with you." Ginny could cheerfully have killed Larry on the spot. The man, Tony, was getting very suspicious. That's all they needed now was to get thrown out.
It could have been a sedate country club bash. Drinks, steak buffet, dancing... lots of laughing and talking. Ginny and Larry heard all about the garbage business and then the Aiello's kids and the state of the world through their particular filters. Tony danced a few more times with Ginny than he did with Sylvia in the accepted sort of reverse gallantry of two old married couples out on the town. Sylvia wisely didn't push Larry or try to goad him into being more sociable, but somehow she got him talking about himself and he seemed to relax. The drinks helped, Ginny suspected. Whatever the reason she was grateful for the easing of tensions.
Couples were gradually drifting out the door but they could easily have been married to each other. There was no way of really telling. Everyone was a little amiably high, and some not so little, but their behavior was exemplary. Ginny hadn't been able to spot a single real incident. How could you tell if Sue and George from Minneapolis had switched with Leon and Madge from St. Louis?
"I've got some really fine cognac upstairs. Come on, gang, let's go up to our place for a nightcap."
"But the party isn't over," Ginny said nervously.
"Sweetheart, in about ten minutes this place will be a morgue!"
"Good idea. Let's go." Larry chimed in. First Ginny hadn't been able to drag him into being sociable and now he was cooperative as hell.
The Aiello suite was just as luxurious as Larry and Ginny's, with the added bonus of a small sitting room, done in a yellow and blue color scheme. The period was Federalist instead of French Revolution and excellently done. The hotel alone was worth writing about.
"Oooh, honey... look!" Sylvia squealed, running over to the coffee table in front of the yellow silk sofa. There were two huge fresh pineapples standing upright on lace doily covered china plates, huge embroidered linen napkins folded alongside and heavy silver knives and fruit forks laid out. The whole thing was covered in transparent wrap and held in place with a huge red satin bow. Sylvia grabbed the small engraved card and snatched it out of its creamy vellum envelope.
"Compliments of the management!" she screamed.
"How about that!" Tony exulted. "This has gotta be one swell place. Say, how would that go with brandy?"
The hi-fi was turned on, the pineapple unwrapped, the brandy poured and Ginny was feeling the drinks. So was Larry evidently. He was dancing with Sylvia and holding her the way a drowning man clutched an anchor. Their shoes were off and they slid along the thick carpet in their stockinged feet.
Ginny went to their bathroom. She wasn't sick, just a little unstable. Matter of fact, she felt pretty good. In the semi-darkened bedroom Ginny felt someone grab her. "Whoa .. ..she protested.
"It's only me, baby," Tony whispered, finding her mouth and pulling her hard against him. His hard tongue immediately thrust into her mouth so far she was almost gagging. With her heels on she was exactly the same height as Tony, but he was thick where she was slender, flat where she was curved, thrusting where she hollowed. He held her in a maddened grip, tongue-fucking her furiously, his sensual lips bruising hers in a furious kiss. Ginny struggled and twisted and tried to bite his lip to make him let go, but it was as though she were weighted down and her movements were almost in slow motion.
At last he pulled his mouth away, panting, "Relax, baby. We're gonna have a ball." His hand was covering her heavy breast and Ginny could feel the nipple pop obediently into his hot male hand, the nipple turgid and thrusting under the sheer wool of her dress.
"Let me go," she whispered fiercely, trying to fight the slow tingling that was spreading like the faint sound of silver bells from her full breast all through her body.
"No way, sweetheart. I had my eyes on you from the beginning. I love the snooty way you walk." He was pressing the words along the pink flushed skin of her throat and ear and jaw with his hungry lips. His hand was moving in tight little circles on her quivering breast, grinding the nipple under the fabric into the hard palm of his hand.
"Stop it! Larry and Sylvia ... they're right in there." Ginny had to stop him and get out of here. These maniacs weren't kidding.
"They're going pretty good already," he laughed. "Don't worry about them." He was sucking the life out of her again and she couldn't breathe. His hand was flaming both her breasts and then tracing the bare exposed flesh down to the violets and back up again. Get out of here . .. just get out of here .. . was the only thought in her head. She couldn't believe that Larry was "going pretty good" with Sylvia . . . not after this afternoon. He couldn't. He just couldn't.
Ginny was so tired. She battled the fatigue and the uncooperativeness of her alcohol-slowed body and the hard hands, arms, and mouth of Tony. She could feel her own skin, her own flesh urging him on. A stranger ... a man she'd never seen before. Oh God, what was happening to her?
At last she tore herself away and lurched to the sitting-room door. Her hand flew to her throat in amazement. Larry was half lying on the sofa with Sylvia in his arms and he was kissing her. His hands were working the zipper of her dress down her back slowly. It hadn't meant a thing to him. This afternoon hadn't meant anything! The damned fool. Oh, why had she ever come to this crazy place?
Ginny felt Tony's arms close around her from behind. "No!" she blazed, jerking away from him. He looked at her and narrowed his eyes again suspiciously. "I'm... I'm sick. I don't feel well. I... I think I had too much to drink." Her hand went to her forehead and her eyes fluttered open and closed and open.
"Larry . . . I'm sick." He looked up with glazed eyes, not bothering to remove his arms from around Sylvia.
"I'll get you back to your room. That okay with you, pal?" Tony intervened, taking Ginny's arm and picking up her purse from the blue velvet chair.
"Oh ... yeah ... good thinking. Be along later," Larry mumbled thickly.
Damned cynical newspaper man. Damn his hide. He was the one who had been afraid for her feminine sensibilities. Like hell! Oh, she could kill him! Drunken slob ... just like her father! There he was like a damned alley cat with a woman he'd never even seen until tonight! Well, damn them all! Ginny Blake was here to cover a story ... not to play their swapping games.
All the way up to the room, Tony's hands had been all over her, pretending to be sympathetic over her feeling ill. She was livid! But everywhere she looked, in the elevator, in the halls were other couples petting, necking, giggling like middle-aged teen-agers... all on their way to making out. They weren't kidding... this was a Swingers' Convention. She must remember to talk to the manager about why he'd lent his hotel for such a convention ... but it had to be very subtle. She still had a story to get out.
Ginny had already decided to pretend to vomit or rather threaten to when they got to her door. Then she'd push this gross ape and slam the door which locked automatically, she hoped. Her whole body tensed, for they were almost there and she felt her heart thudding. Tony took her key, inserted it in the lock, and turned it. He pushed the door open and ushered her in. It all happened so fast she didn't have time to fake anything.
"There we are, sweetheart." Ginny grabbed the key and tried to shove him out the door. He stumbled and recovered quickly, for he'd hung onto the key, which pulled her off balance and instead of his going out in the hall as she'd planned he came rushing into her, pushing her ahead of him. Ginny heard the door click and her heart sank.
"You don't think I'd leave you when you're sick? No, sir, not Tony A." He leered at her with those black eyes, his mouth stretched in a wide flash of white. He'd beat her at her own game and he was enjoying winning.
"Oh ... you don't have to ... I mean ... I think I'm going to ... throw up."
"Feel free, baby. I'll be right here when you get back," he whispered triumphantly, his eyes devouring her, not giving an inch.
"No ... you'd better leave ... Mr. whatever your name is."
"In due time, baby. In due time." He grabbed her then and twisted her arms behind her back in a brutal hold. His other hand was all over her then, sliding over her heaving breasts, her hips, her thighs, up between her legs. "If you don't want that pretty dress ripped, you better help me get it off of you. You don't want to swing, baby. You want to be raped! And that can be arranged too. I'd love it! I know all about snooty ones like you. You get hotter'n a pistol. You'll be begging for it!"
"No .. . no!" Ginny sobbed, her body trembling already from his hand and her own fury.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not like some of these guys .. . pooped out after one fuck. I can go all night, baby, with you." Tony was panting and enjoying her faked terror and tears and sobbing. Jesus! This cunt really made it worth" a guy's time. He was onto her now. Christ! A couple of kisses in the bedroom and she was so heated up she was crazy . .. but she kept playing hard to get and that was great. More fun that way. Some of these broads were so hungry they flopped and spread almost before you got in the door. But not this one. She was smarter. More class. That was Sylvia's trouble. She liked class but she didn't know how to get it. Well, when he got that desert land and a few more of those big trucks and the new operation was hauling in the money, he was going to send her to Elizabeth Arden's or someplace and let them give her the works.
"Tony ... I'm not..." Ginny wailed.
"You're not dumb, baby .. . I'll give you that. You sure turn a guy on." He'd pulled her belt off and was working at the zipper of her dress. "Careful... it's going to tear if you don't help a little."
He stripped it off her once the zipper was down and turned her around. Tony's eyes almost popped out of his head. She had on gray pantyhose and nothing else except two broad stripes of adhesive tape that pulled her ripe breasts in opposite directions away from the breastbone, toward her arms.
"That's the damndest bra I ever saw!"
"It's not a bra, it's tape," she sobbed. Oh, why had she ever bought that stupid dress? The saleswoman had convinced her that you used tape with dresses like this to keep the breasts from falling out entirely in the deep opening.
"Jesus! You got a body like Venus!" His hands reached out and lightly skimmed over her skin from shoulders, down breasts and waist to her hips. Suddenly he knelt right in front of her and Ginny could feel his hands peeling her pantyhose off like skin from a banana. He jerked the drooping nyloned legs off her feet. Then his hands reached out and caught Ginny's rounded white moons of buttocks and he pulled her right into his red-hot poker tongue that shot straight into the top of her black-haired pussy, zeroing in on her clitoris like a precision missile.
"OH-H-H-H-H-H . . .ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ginny screamed softly, almost falling backward from the electric shock of his tongue that had hit some center of her being. Her nerves were being fried and her body was melting and coming apart at the joints like the timbers of a house weakened by a raging fire. "
She shook in the roaring crackle and her arms crossed instinctively over her breasts. The sobs were still rising in her chest. She felt faint and weak and that blazing tongue was skewering her like a piece of meat on that red-hot shaft. "NO-O-O-O-O-O ... please ... nooooooo!" she begged, the tears pouring in torrents down her beautiful face. That maddening tongue was licking her ravenously as though she were delectable and good to eat. It was dirty and foul and depraved and she had sunk to worse than a whore's level. Oh God!
Christ! This was the hottest one yet. A few little licks in her pussy and she was coming apart at the seams. Just wait. He'd drive her mad and that snooty little cunt would be begging and pleading. Tony rose to his feet slowly, taking the weight on his strong legs, and his tongue traveled from her black-haired pussy right straight up through the curls of pubic hair to her white belly and on up between the full white breasts to her pulse at the base of her throat. She was just standing there shuddering and sobbing uncontrollably.
Tony tore off his clothes with frantic hands, taking longer than he would have normally in his frenzied haste. He was trying to get his shoes off when a great sob tore out her throat and she ran and threw herself into the closet. Her sobs were almost inhuman wails now. Jesus! What a crazy dame. There'd been something funny about that pair from the beginning.
Naked at last, Tony tore open the closet door. Ginny was cowering nakedly back among the clothes, her eyes staring and terrified, the tears still pouring down her cheeks, her mouth blubbering and slack. He grabbed her wrist but she pulled back, sobbing and incoherent. Goddamn her. Enough was enough. Tony scooped her up and pulled her out of there, carrying her in his strong arms and kicking the closet door closed behind him with a thud, by shoving his heel against it. Enough of this shit!
He threw back the covers and slammed her onto the bed. She shriveled like a snail and shook and sobbed, pleading, "no ... nooo ... please ... noooo." You'd have thought he was coming at her with a branding iron instead of a good hard, upstanding prick that jutted out now in the dim light. Tony noted with satisfaction that his erection was so intense that his cock was up further than the usual right angle from his loins. It stood proud and thrusting, thick and long and aching, standing out from his curly mat of black pubic hair cocky as hell.
Looking down at Ginny's curled body, shaking and quivering and wracked with sobs, he felt his pole jerk and his whole gut lurch. Jesus! She looked like Elizabeth Taylor except she was taller and built better. The long naked white thighs were softly rounded and shaped so perfectly. The hips curved just so . . . not too much ... not too little. When Tony got to those magnificent breasts he noted they still had those broad strips of tape under them. He wanted them in his mouth. Goddamn it! He'd waited long enough!
Tony pried up a tiny corner of the tape and Ginny kept right on sobbing, not even noticing. When he had it firmly between his thumb and forefinger, her jerked hard and fast. "AHHHHHGGGH-HHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGG. . .AAAAAA. . . AAAGGGGHHHHHH!" she howled and kept it up as he ripped the other one off. Hard to get was one thing ... but this was crazy.
Catching her wrists, Tony pulled them apart and spread them and a jolt of carnal anticipation shot through him. He'd been gradually heating up to this point all evening, dancing with her, looking at her. Her beautiful heavy-fleshed firm and thrusting breasts were still rising and falling rapidly. Her flat belly was shaking as he kneed between her lithe thighs looking at the luxuriant black triangle of hair and the luscious pink slit below. Jesus! He'd been telling her the truth. No bragging. He could fuck this one all night and still have something left for morning.
Ginny was dimly aware that Tony was over her now. She didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. He was going to rape her and she didn't care. She just wished she could die now. Just never wake up. Oh God. Just never wake up? Suddenly she felt something very soft and moist on her right nipple . .. very gentle. Her head jerked up for she had been expecting more pain and humiliation. Tony's head was over her, his thick black hair springing up from his forehead . . . and he was very softly sucking her breast. She could feel the soft warmth from his mouth and the faint tingling starting between her legs and she began to be a little ashamed of her behavior. But she couldn't help it. She didn't come here to be a whore. Oh God.
The suction was getting stronger, the ache between her legs had started and the tingling was beginning to be almost painful. Tony's tongue was circumnavigating her rigid nipple and flooding it with warm saliva from his mouth; then that exploratory tongue flicked the tender end in a maddening rhythm. Then he was sucking hard, drawing on her breasts as though his life depended on the heavy essence Ginny could almost feel draining out of her into his hot voracious mouth. She could feel, conversely, a seepage start in her vagina, the moisture preparing her for his heavy cock that she could feel now pulsing against her upper thigh. Her sobs were gradually slowing and only occasional shudders seized her.
The hot breath was pouring out Tony's mouth onto her silken flesh as he worked over first one bountiful ripe-fruited breast, then the other. He could feel her sobbing ease and the catchy little breaths start. Her body was shivering under him and the chill skin warming up. This was more like it! He moved up to kiss her mouth deeply and then both her ivory, almond-lidded eyelids. Some dames really went for the eyelid bit, he'd found, and this one did. She moaned and stretched a little under him and the long sighs were escaping her red lips that told him she was really warming up fast!
Tony worked his arms under Ginny's smooth nakedness, cupping her rounded white ass cheeks in his hands, savoring the soft curving skin mattress she made under him. His cock was going wild, jerking and throbbing like a maniac as he kissed the whole upper surface of her softly rounded body, tonguing the sensitive inside surface of her upper arms and down her long throat and into her ears, around her collarbone and even into her cleanshaven underwarms. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . hhhhhhhhh . . . aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh . . . please . .. ooohhh ..." she moaned but it was a plea he understand. She smelled like deodorant there and some kind of powder and perfume .. . sort of like those red things his mother grew in the garden.
Aiello's eyes feasted and his mouth tasted. He moved further south, sliding between her white satin thighs, almost kneeling as he visually devoured the soft midnight fleece of Ginny's triangle. His strong hands pushed her knees apart further and he bent to the silken inner thighs, his strong capable lips going to work on the white perfection. He felt the woman shudder.
Ginny felt the lascivious mouth and the quivering heat of his expert and wicked tongue heating her thighs and kissing and licking. His hard hot breath was fanning her whole pubic area in warming gusts. His hands were massaging her inner thighs gently now and he slithered forward just to look at all that lusciousness.
The red cavern with the two sets of lips, all swollen now with desire, the soft inviting sensitive flesh all open to him ... he trembled in spite of himself. A goddess . . . with her whole soft pink and red and white flesh open to him ... all framed in silky black hair.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she whispered, sucking in her breath in a last little sob. For answer Tony bent his head in readiness, his hands on her vulva flesh, the thumbs peeling back the quivering meat of her open salacious cunt and in a flash his hot hungry mouth had fastened on her pulsing clitoris.
"Ahhhhhh . . . aaahhhh . . . no!" Ginny protested all the while her abdomen lifted to him. She could feel all the horrible things he was doing. His mouth gently sucking on her pussy while his tongue slithered in and out and around, flickering all over that same center he'd touched before with his tongue. That's what had set her so wild. Oh
God. He was doing it again! His hands were smoothing and massaging her inner thighs and buttocks. He was making noises deep in his throat like someone gorging at the table on their favorite food . .. deep contented noises, concentrating on satisfying some real need. Then, without any warning other than the indescribably exquisite sensations that he'd been carefully erecting in her body, his tongue shot straight into her, into her warm insides. That tongue was fully inside her, quivering like a small red penis.
Ginny heard words babbling out her own mouth that she believed with some part of her and yet knew with another part that she was lying outrageously. "AAAAHHHH ... please don't... no you can't... it's horrible ... no ... nooo... please don't." She said it while her pelvis lifted to meet that hot hungry mouth.
Tony's tongue fucked into her seething vagina, warm and wet and pulsing with her inner muscles squeezing in and out around the substitute penis. He wasn't absolutely sure but he thought maybe this girl had never had her pussy eaten before! Scouring her cunt had stopped her tears and sobbing and her secret depths were secreting lubrications rapidly. God, she was pouring love juice!
Breathing against her needing clitoris-and even the hot breath alone sent ripples of ecstasy through her obedient flesh-Tony plunged the sharp little knife again into the vaginal opening and her body jerked automatically as he shot his probing tongue deep into her quivering flesh. Then he began the licking, the slow gluttonous licking that was driving her mad. A groan babbled out her mouth as he shoved her cunt up to his face. His long probing hot tongue lunged straight into her again, full length into her pulsing cunt. He had her going now! She wailed desperately and threw her head from side to side, flopping it back and forth in the madness of rising desire and a passion that was bringing on a delirium. She was babbling incoherently and began to wail in desperation as his tongue curled around her clit and he sucked loudly on her vulva.
"Stop... please stop." Ginny said weakly and she felt Tony shake his head negatively even as his tongue and mouth held her in a voracious grip. His shaven face scraped her inner thighs and even that sensation heightened the passion that held her.
The unwanted jolts of sheer pleasure that were jerking through her body were like nothing she'd ever felt before. He was devouring her there between her legs, eating her alive! She could feel his teeth, his tongue, his lips, and they were biting and eating and sucking and licking-nothing in her whole life had ever felt so rapturous! Her head was alive with squirming snakes of thoughts that curled and writhed as insanely as her body that was being jolted with that electric probe of Tony's tongue!
Ginny was gyrating so now that Tony slipped his hands under her smooth round buttocks and held her so that her wildly rotating pelvis couldn't get away. Thus he held that delicious pussy right up to his greedy mouth and ate her with relish! Jesus! This was good eating pussy! He pulled her legs around and over his shoulders and she needed no encouragement for those thighs locked around his head. Her ass began circling and pumping in his hands as her voracious cunt tried to eat his plundering face.
Little screams of rapture were escaping her lips and Ginny heard them as though they were noises made by someone else. She was no longer fighting anything he did to her. Everything else had gone except this exquisite bliss and she was subservient, completely subjugated by this garbage man, this husband, this stranger.
Ginny just lay there, her thighs tightening around his head, her hips madly rotating, her buttocks clenched in his hot kneading hands and her own hands clenching the bedclothes in tight desperate fists as she felt the continuing pleasure like a warm tide wash over her. Her whole womanly body was crying out for fulfillment. She was reaching . . . reaching .. . out of time, out of mind, out of space... reaching for the stars to burst in their orbits.
Ginny's ball-bearing hips were grinding madly, swiveling wildly and squirming up to Tony's eager face. His mouth clamped even tighter, for he could feel her gigantic climax overtaking her, her snooty cunt trying to devour him head first! He felt her hands come down and wreathe her fingers tightly in his thick black hair and her wrists that looked so fragile used all their hidden strength to shove his face completely up inside her frantically sucking pussy.
Her lips pulled back as loud mewls of reigning pleasure broke from deep in her throat. Ginny's hips whipped and churned and writhed and ground insanely and her hands tried to shove all of him into that aching lust-crazed hole in her lower body, for she knew it was coming. Her clitoris was shorting out, the vaginal walls milking and sucking in wildly, the rectum clencing convulsively and the first flush was beginning ...
"Ahhhhhhhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHHHHH ... OOOHHHHH ... aiiiiiieeeeee ... I'm there! I'm cummmmmmming! O O O H H H! OOOOHHHH! AAAAHH!" And then she was jerking and straining helplessly against his face as the ancient forces gripped her body and the wild cataclysm shook her. Ginny had no more control than if she had been a rag doll, caught up and shaken and rattled. The evolutionary machinery was at work and she was a helpless victim and participant. The giant orgasm ripped through her body savagely and the shaking after-quakes rattled her teeth in her head and every cell quaked and trembled.
While she was still shaking and moaning and almost unconscious with the climactic convulsions, Tony crawled up between her long white thighs and shoved his paining cock straight into her sucking, flushing cunt that drew on his great rod hungrily. He rammed the wails straight down her throat, wadding them back in to her lungs with his tongue, heavy with the syrup of her own orgasmic juices and she choked and her arms and legs came up to wrap him into her quivering body.
CHAPTER FIVE
She was hot and she was hollow and that's all Larry cared about. He fucked his thick long throbbing prick furiously into her well-cushioned body and the padding on Sylvia seemed to make her cunt even smaller as though the little pads of fatty tissue had taken up more available room, making her tight as hell inside. Great. Tight and hot and willing. That's all the goddamned hell he cared about right now.
He was fuddled with the alcohol and that was good too. He'd already had Sylvia once right on the couch just after Ginny left with that greasy, unctuous guy. More accurately, Sylvia had practically raped him. That was okay too. Shut off the brain. Just shut the damned thing off.
They were in the big luxurious bed now, a huge king-size sexual romping ground made for one thing . . . humping. Larry did just that with increased fury and Sylvia was urging him on. "Ohhh ... do it ... do it to me ... fuck harder ... fuck it ... yessss ... fuck me with that big cock!" He obliged, pounding her like a driving wedge being hammered into her receptive flesh by his hard-muscled butt and her tight pussy walls were skinning the very skin down his thick shaft. Under that rather too ample flesh, he realized that she was really a small woman and the pelvic bones themselves weren't any too wide. That's probably why she felt so exquisitely tight and so goddamned good. And that generously fleshed but small structured ass of hers knew exactly how to wring every ripple of pleasure out of his big pole.
Larry rose, taking his weight on his knees, and instead of plunging again in a straight line into that willing cunt he slowly screwed it in a spiral and the hungry pussy gobbled him up greedily. "Ohhhhh . . . lover . .. ooooohhhh God, lover!" Sylvia squealed softly. So, she liked that! Well, he could arrange other things she'd like too.
Tony's groin was so hot it felt like it was barely containing the damned up blast of a rocket engine. He felt as though he were about to explode but he also felt he could fuck her all night and not cum till he wanted to ... and he might just do that. Until she was a broken whimpering mass of once high and mighty flesh.
Now Aiello began to grind his hips which bored his hugely hardened prick up deeper and deeper into
Ginny's sopping vagina, still soaking with her orgasm which eased Tony's mammoth organ's passage. He felt a faint answering rotation from her rubbery, tight walls as her hips circled small and lewdly. His hands caught those smooth white curves and moved them with him as he impaled her even deeper on his blood-gorged lightning rod that was sparking so maddeningly and shooting great streaks of shivering bliss straight up his pole and grounding out deep in his gut.
She was whimpering again beneath him and her black hair had come completely loose and undulated over the pillows in billowing ebony waves. Her eyelids fluttered open and even in the dim light Tony could see they were as glazed and vague and uncomprehending as those of an animal in pain. He jerked his massive cock inside the black channel of her passion-tortured body and saw an answering flicker in those hazy eyes as the huge bloated head dug at her cervix. Her vicious steel bandings of muscle closed even tighter around his aching probing tool as her heating body answered in earthy body language. They dueled with their fitting clasping organs for long minutes ... jerking and clenching and hugging only with their genitals and Tony loved every second of it. Jesus! He'd known she was going to be good! He also knew that she had a fantastic muscular control that she was probably not even aware of. This broad was made for fucking . . . not just because she had the right equipment or the right sex, but because she had that extra awareness, that extra sensitivity. Dumb dames were just not that good. The bright ones had never disappointed him yet. They seemed to know, as they knew a lot of other things. Sylvia didn't have this one's polish and class but she was smart too.
Throbbing his enormous shaft deep up inside her white belly deliberately, Tony saw a flicker of awakening passion again cross her beautiful face. By now her orgasm had completely faded but she was impaled on the power pole that was igniting it again and starting her toward renewed hopes of still another. He began to saw his cock into her in a rocking rhythm, exulting in the pressure of her vaginal chamber that surrounded his pulsing flesh prod. Her hips made wider and wider ellipses now, orbiting on the bed, and at every complete circle her cervix rubbed and squeezed the quivering sensitive head. Christ! How the hell had he lived for so long without swinging? There was nothing like a woman you'd never had before. For years he and Sylvia ... well, a few little samples here and there but agony over it afterward . . . and now he could have any damn thing he wanted and Sylvia could get a little strange stuff too . . . and it was great!
He lengthened his stroke now, drawing his aching, swollen rod almost completely out before sending it deep up inside her sweetly clinging pussy again. The feel was fantastic! The slow sliding into that dark secret between her long thighs and the sensual riot that was going on through his nerves was excruciating and so goddamned fucking good!
Ginny was coming fast now. Her breath was tearing out her luscious provocative lips in ragged burdens and she was beginning to moan more audibly now as her hips writhed and her arms closed tightly over his back, surprisingly strong for all their fragile roundness. Those beautiful shapely thighs were pressing into his hips and actively holding him to her just as Tony's arms and hands dug under to cup and pull up to him that exquisite body.
Incredibly, the phoenix of desire was rising again from the ashes of Ginny's powerful orgasm, brought to her as a gift by Tony's expert mouth that had licked her so wildly to a nirvana she had not known existed. She'd read about this sort of things in books or at least hints of them and Joe had even asked her to let him once and she had blazed at him, crucified him in fact, for his dirty little-boy curiosity. She just hadn't known! She wondered what other delights her ignorance had deprived her of ... what other heights ... what other depravities she'd allow even if she knew about them?
Suddenly it hit her like a blow ... she'd had three men in the last three days .. . three different men. The terror was that she had finally, no matter how she started out or how she fought, welcomed them all! Ginny Blake had enjoyed each one of them, had cried out her passion for them to hear, had begged, had groveled ... a slave to her own lusting body.
She had always prided herself on her independence and determined that no man would gain dominion over her as her poor mother had been dominated. Autonomy had meant everything to her ... and now she knew the terrible truth. A man had only to touch her in the right way ... no matter whether he was friend or foe and her own decadent senses did the rest. She was imprisoned in this vulnerable flesh that responded and enslaved her soul in this hell. Perhaps she'd been secretly afraid for years that this might happen ... which was probably why she'd driven herself so hard and had permitted herself so little. Her coldness and indifference had driven off many a prospective husband. She'd even hated her own beauty, for it brought them swarming in droves and it was only her flesh they wanted . . . this same flesh that beckoned and welcomed them now. Oh God!
Even now her whole body was tingling ominously and she knew what that portended. Tony's long thickened cock sawed into her and little curls of sensitive bliss sheared away in curved planes. That tool of his destroyed and built, demolished and resurrected ... and she was only the material ... the raw material he fashioned to his lust. Ginny could hear the slicked rasp of his throbbing prick go into her with a sucking, slurping sound and smell his maleness as sharp as newly oiled metal ... a musky, sweaty, rutting smell .. . almost an animal smell despite his cologne.
How could it be? How could she lie here in this strange Italian man's arms, this typical immigrant product so eager to be "in," to be totally American that he let his own wife fuck with Larry ... how could she lie here and enjoy every depraved and private carnal delight he could devise?
"Jesus! I had a lot of women in my time ... but, baby ... you're something else! My cock's ready to ... come right out ... the back of your throat.... Can you feel it, baby?" Tony panted lewdly against her neck, his breath like a blowtorch against her white skin, searing and heating her even more.
When he said the obscene words she did feel it! That long throbbing driving cudgel was almost coming out through the back of her neck ... the pressure on the little vertebrae at the back of her head was incredible .. . just as though that pulsing sword was slicing right up through the middle of her quaking body ... impaling her and stabbing straight through her every flesh.
"Yesss ... I feel ... IT!" and the words came out in a half sob. Oh, God. She didn't want to be a whore, a slut, a harlot. Maybe she was even worse ... they did it for money .. . she was doing it for pleasure . .. for the feral, ferociously enchanting lewd and lascivious pleasure!
Tony could feel the very faint first beginnings of his control begin to leave his body and he began fucking into Ginny's eager pussy in ever-increasing force. Harder and harder, his balls swelling and feeling like they were going to split completely open and leave his cock stranded there with no power behind it. Ginny was meeting him each time he slammed it home. The vaginal lips of her voracious cunt caressed his hot pole as it drove insanely into her and sucked and massaged and chewed on it as it retreated. She was a fucking machine, a clasping, smooth-working, precision-made, emotionally responsive, lewdly, knowing fucking machine!
"That's it! Slap it up ... to me, baby .. . buck it up here ... right up ... here ... fuck Tony good. Oh. Christ! Goddamn!"
His salacious plea seemed to intensify the already fevered striving in Ginny's frantic loins. Her head ached and tossed, the black hair flying and catching in her mouth, for the thoughts were colliding and hurting. She was swinging! Swapping mates for all practical purposes just as Clint had predicted. Although she wasn't married to Larry she had carnal knowledge of him as the ancients put it and she was fucking Tony while Larry was fucking Tony's wife, Sylvia.
All the middle-class mediocrities she'd secretly scorned when she came here, the nonentities looking for some newness, some thrill in their barren lives ... she, Ginny Blake, was one of them. All the rooms in this posh and elegant hotel were filled with fucking bodies, strange bodies that would never meet again, all fornicating as she was now. The tears came to her deep blue eyes again. "Oh God!" she screamed in her agony. Weep and fuck ... that's all she'd done for three days. And even as she wept she could feel her villainous body reaching up and up and up for the almost tangible pinnacle of glorious fleshly ecstasy.
Tony felt Ginny's cunt drawing and pulling and sucking him feverishly into the rising, whirling vortex, the edge that was catching at his nerves and guts right now. She would make him cum even if he didn't move a muscle to help her. Her fantastic body machinery would do it for him! Her legs were flailing and her head flopping insanely as she thrust her grinding milking belly up on his sunken cock that plowed her flesh so mercilessly.
Jesus! He was getting so close. The pressure in his almost bursting balls was so intense he felt his entire skin surface slick with sudden sweat. His breath was coming in short hot blasts. Tony pounded into her, pinning her down even as she writhed and twisted and climbed, digging frantically, knowing pay dirt was so close! Deeper and deeper, he drove into her quivering, frenzied slit, fucking in a speeding, crazed fury, battering her equally frantic cunt with his superior strength. Every muscle and nerve ending in Tony's hard body was fiery with the aching anticipation and channeled concentration that was turning all the power of his whole brain to one blissful end.
His mouth found hers and he tried to force his lusting tongue in from one orifice and his cock straight up through the other till they met in the middle of her thrashing body. He could almost make it! Then suddenly he felt the first barrier give way. It was a slow-motion crumbling as though time were suspended, like the slow explosions of bombs hitting buildings in the movies. The head detonated and, at first, almost leisurely, the first walls began to give and thrust out in rips and tears and then . . . and then! His scrotum suddenly blew up and his sperm went roaring down the constricted tunnel of his cannonade cock to burst in a flaming ball of fire deep in the subterranean chamber of Ginny's belly!
The moment Ginny felt the first blazing fiery stream burst over her shattered cervix her own breath caught in her throat and she felt the rapturous peak of bliss piece her shaking vitals and she was cumming again with Tony. They were soaring off over the Pacific in skyrocketing glory and he was bursting and climaxing inside her own exploding womb. Their breaths blasted into each other's open mouths as the searing heat consumed them both.
Tony made his way down the carpeted hall, so hushed now and not a soul in sight. Cautiously he inserted his key in his own door, and went quietly and carefully inside the sitting room. Sylvia and Larry must still be at it! He could hear their loud breathing even here ... and the unmistakable sounds of fornication. Christ! Larry must be really throwing it to her! He heard Sylvia scream and the sound pierced the whole suite.
He undressed except for his pants and threw his clothes down on the yellow sofa that now had a stain on its satin surface. Barefoot, he padded to the bedroom door and slipped into the huge room in the shadow behind the armoire. When Tony's eyes got used to the dimness he could see that Sylvia's body was doubled up high over Larry's naked shoulders. Jesus! No wonder she screamed! That guy was not only fucking her in bull-mad rage but his finger was fucking her exposed asshole as well! Tony could see it go in and the palm slap against her upturned plump buttocks. Larry's cock and finger were slamming into Sylvia in well-oiled unison. Both her holes were filled with him and he was fucking both apertures mindlessly ... his speed building up rapidly. As his prick and finger came out (only to ram in again) Tony could see the flesh from Sylvia's cunt and asshole-pull out in little tortured pink ridges and then disappear as Larry banged it to her again. By God! That was one he hadn't tried himself and even though he was satiated at the moment he could feel his limp cock twitch inquiringly, just from watching.
Very slowly and cautiously, Tony edged around the perimeter of the room, hugging the shadows until he reached the safety of the bathroom where he could watch without danger of being seen. He'd be hidden behind the thinly opened sliver of space as he held the door almost shut.
Sylvia felt the tearing pain in her rectum grow even more excruciating. Defensively, she threw herself up, which only impaled her even further on Larry's hugely swollen cock which was already digging ferociously into her belly deeper than she could ever remember anybody going. She was stabbed and skewered in cunt and asshole! "Noooo ... nnnnooooooo .. ." she screamed, sure that something was ripping back there as his long invading finger plunged all the way to the palm of her anal passage and it hurt so terribly. Oh God! Why had she let Tony pick this couple? There was something strange about both of them.
Larry fucked into her clenching holes frantically, trying to blank everything from his soul except the feeling of mindless, blissful, exquisite fucking! There was a cruel pleasure in ramming Sylvia's defenseless asshole when it was obviously so painful for her . . . but she wanted it every way ... by God, she was going to get it every way! He knew that soon now she'd be feeling the strange lewd pleasure from his rectal ramming.
Just then he felt her back onto his squirming, digging finger by accident and catch her breath as she realized that there was more than pain if she accepted it. Soon she was alternately arching and screwing back on his hard hand, catching his practiced prick on the rise and backing her asshole down over his finger on the retreat. Her "No's" were changing to "Oh's" and the keening, mewling, pleading, licentious edge was back in her voice. Soon she was screaming, "Harder . . . fuck my ass harder! . . . Fuck it harder!"
Larry obliged, sending his throbbing, near-bursting rod fucking deep into her seething, sucking cunt and his long finger straight into the muscularly ringed flesh of her asshole. Harder and harder he drove them into her soft resilient body. Both her holes were pulling and milking and sucking on him in wild fury as she stretched and reached for the imminent climax that was so close.
Suddenly Larry felt her lurch mightily up to his driving, pillaging punishing cock and they both seemed to hang in the air for long minutes. Sylvia was holding her breath and when she let it out it was an ear-splitting scream that pierced his head and sent the first roar of sperm spewing down his long pulsing rod that was suddenly pumping the damned-up liquid rapture from his bursting balls through the narrow tiny little tube right through his penis and into her sucking belly.
"EEEEEEEEEE ... OOOOHHHHHHHH ... EEEEEAAAAAA ... CCCCUUUUUMM!" Sylvia was screaming over and over and Larry kept pounding both her stretched holes as he flooded her deeply hidden hollow with gallons of creamy, scalding sperm, his brain numb to everything but the screaming, spewing ecstasy pouring out of his. body.
An eternity later, Larry pulled his finger and his satisfied prick out of Sylvia's steaming body, like uncorking a double-stopper bottle, and pulled himself wearily on his knees. Finally he made it off the bed and stumbled, sweating and naked, into the bathroom. He flipped the light switch on the long counter as he hung his still swollen but happy penis over the edge of the basin. As he turned on the warm water, he glanced up at the mirror up to see Tony standing there grinning.
Larry looked at his leering face, the black eyes trying to make a joke of it. "Voyeur," Larry muttered viciously as he soaped his sticky penis and washed it in the warm running water.
"Hell, no, pal. Just had to pee. Got through a little sooner than you did, that's all. Have a good session? Sylvia's really something, right?"
Larry dried himself and threw the towel on the counter and stalked through the bedroom to the sitting room. Sylvia was still lying on the huge rumpled bed, naked, her eyes closed against the world. Tony padded barefoot after Larry, trying to make amends. For what he wasn't sure.
Tony sat down on one of the blue chairs and watched Larry dress. He was jerking on his clothes like a madman. Suddenly something fell out of his pocket and rolled on the floor between them. Tony bent and picked it up. Funny-looking little thing.
"Hey . . . this is one of those little miniature cameras."
"Yeah. Give it here."
"Hell, I'm not hurting it, man. If you don't mind my saying so, pal, you're jumpy as hell ... particularly for a man who's just had a good fuck." Tony was staring at the camera in his hand; his head was suddenly clear as a bell and he was seeing his desert property as good as bought and paid for. All the pieces fell into place. Sylvia talking about all the important people here ... his cousin, Julio, and his .. . well, hell, all the family knew it was Mafia even when they tried to hide it. This funny-looking little camera could be the key to everything.
"Get any good shots of this brawl?" Tony asked as casually as he could, his heart thudding in his chest. He could have Larry kicked out so fast but he wasn't going to. No, sir. They just might be able to do business.
" 'Cause if you did, we just might be able to do a little business. I might be interested in buying them," Tony said slowly, still staring at the camera.
Larry stood with one leg raised to slide into his pants. He had to read this bastard fast. For a long minute he looked at him. Finally, he eased his leg into his trousers and said casually, "How much?"
"Oh, like maybe a grand or two."
Larry knew how much he could get for them from the cheapie magazines and schlock hawkers in L.A. and it wasn't anywhere near two grand. But, if Tony was offering that, they were worth a lot more. He shook his head. When Tony had gradually upped the offer to ten grand, Larry knew he was going to use them for blackmail. But ten grand could mean he could kiss the Clarion goodbye for a year and work ... really work at what he wanted to do with his cameras. He could actually live for a year and maybe two if he was careful. So somebody was going to get blackmailed ... so what? Most people were blackmailed all their lives into dying at jobs they hated.
He held out his hand for the camera and slowly Tony put it in his palm. "I'll think about it. Let you know before we leave."
"Tomorrow night... at the big bash ... okay."
"Yeah."
CHAPTER SIX
Clint's hangover still wasn't letting up much. Christ! He couldn't even stay home and nurse a proper hangover for fear Natalie would think he was malingering. He stared glumly at his calendar. Not a damn thing on it worth bothering with. The phone rang and he jumped, the jangling sound reverberating in his head.
"Mr. Handley on the phone, sir."
"Well ... I ... I'd rather ..." Clint knew very well what Handley wanted. Jesus. He could have been spared that today. Shit! He may as well get it over with. "All right. Put him on."
"Clint. How are you, boy?"
"Couldn't be better, Gus!" Clint boomed back at him, in his heartiest voice.
"Well, Lucille and I are off to San Diego for a little rest and recreation. Just thought I'd call up and see how you were."
San Diego. His head was swimming but he picked that up. San Diego. It might be. It just might be that old Gus and that clothes horse, Lucille, were going to the convention. He knew damn well that Gus was going to call for the interest on that note Natalie didn't even know about. Clint had to come up with something quick ... an offer that would hold Gus off for a while. It was worth a try.
"Why, you old fox!" Clint laughed.
"I ... uh ..." Gus laughed feebly and changed the subject to his real purpose. "Ah ... about that note, Clint ... ah, well ... we really are going to have to call for the interest . .. and the principal in the not too distant future."
Sitting in this chair, looking down at the very spot where he had lain Ginny Blake after fucking her half to death and remembering what a goddamned good fuck she was, Clint thought he had it. He knew what to offer Gus for the interest.
"You and Lucille staying at the Western Executive in San Diego Gus?"
"Well, Lucille usually handles all that. I ... I imagine. Good hotel, I hear. Now back to that loan business. ..."
Clint swiveled around in his chair and looked down on the ants on the street below. The old bastard. Of course that's where he was going. Lucille had always been a strange bitch ... but she must go for it.
"Gus. There's a friend of mine staying at the Western Executive now. Think you might like to meet her. Just between us . . . she's the most fantastic fuck I've had in years. I'll ... ah ... be happy to ease the way for you ... if you're going down." Clint could hear Gus breathing into the phone in the long silence.
"Clint, I'm going down with my wife."
"Yes, I know. This broad's married. Her husband's with her," Clint lied. "He's rather interesting ... sort of the sensitive type." He could feel the wheels spinning in poor old Gus's head.
"I don't know, Clint. There's a lot available these days."
"Not like this, there isn't. .. not like this."
"How long am I going to have to wait around for that interest, Clint?"
Eventually, a deal of sorts was made. Gus was reluctant and Clint enthusiastic about Ginny's abilities. Clint heaved a sigh of relief as he put the phone back just as Natalie came in the door. She sat down with a sigh.
"What's the matter?"
Natalie lit a cigarette and blew the smoke up toward the ceiling. Clint should be pleased that Ginny wasn't cutting it on this assignment. He hadn't wanted her to do it in the first place, but it put Natalie in a devil of a spot. It was too late to send someone else.
"This." She waved some pages at him. "You'll be happy to know you were right. I should have listened to you."
Clint grinned. "It's nice to be right about something around here for a change. What was I so right about?"
"Ginny Blake. Her first story just came in. It reads like a sociological treatise. I just don't know." Natalie shook her head and handed the papers to Clint. "You were right. She should never have been given the Swingers' Convention assignment."
"Pretty bad, I can see."
"Bad enough that we can't print it ... and it's too late to send someone else."
"Not too late for us."
Her doe eyes widened and she looked at Clint with new respect. Did he mean ... there were so many things he could mean by that. He'd been nicer ever since ... maybe there was a chance for them. God knows she didn't want to have to go through with a messy divorce.
"Maybe this is a blessing," he went on. "If it helps you realize I do sometimes make good decisions ... that I do want to be a real publisher . . . that we had a pretty good thing going for awhile and maybe we can again."
"What are you getting at, Clint?" Natalie said slowly.
"Just this. I think we should go on down to the convention. You write it. The assignment gets done . .. and ... well, hell .. . there are a lot of important people there. It might not hurt our marriage a bit . . . part of the reason people get involved in these things, I hear. We could get in at this late date when we know that no reporter is going to . . . no matter how we doctor up a story for them. Besides, who else would be willing to ... participate...."
Natalie looked at Clint in amazement. What he was suggesting would have been unthinkable to her even a few months ago but he was planting a seed that was rapidly taking root in her mind now. Was she being subtly influenced by the relaxing mores around her even when she knew that most of them were only new names for old things? God knows their marriage could use some props. She wondered. On the other hand, was Clint only using her again to get something he wanted?
"I don't know, Clint. I just don't know."
He came around the desk and pulled her to her feet. Searching her face earnestly and holding her by the shoulders he said, "Let's give it a try, Natalie. Let's give us another try."
Gus Handley had mentally kicked himself all the way from Los Angeles for being such a fool and a sucker. Clint had outsmarted him ... or rather scared him when he'd guessed that he and Lucille were coming to the Swingers' Convention. Gus had panicked and he knew it. It wasn't like him to panic. It bothered him.
Lucille could see that Gus was worried to death about something. Well, the next day or so should straighten him out. It was amazing since they started swinging. He could be in the blackest possible mood and after one swap evening he snapped right out of it.
She glanced at him as he wheeled the big Lincoln through San Diego traffic. A great big bear of a man, tall and heavy through the chest and shoulder with a shock of white hair that had been that color since he was twenty-five. It was always startling above his tanned well-preserved face. Gus worked at keeping trim just as she did. Except for his hair, which she loved, you wouldn't think he was in his fifties. He did look successful and rich, which he was. It had never really mattered to Lucille that Gus's start had been with her family's old money. He'd done far more with it than her brothers had done with their share.
Lucille smoothed her hands over her crossed thighs, long and shapely still in the expensive white pant suit, and stretched. It was a very good feeling to be rich. She couldn't stand not being rich. Her tall, well-made body required good clothes, her shoulder-length streaked blonde hair swinging in a deceptively simple cut required the best hairdressers, her lightly tanned skin the best dermatologists ... in short the best of everything. At forty-nine she knew she looked more like thirty-five and that was a good age to stay. A woman was full blown and at her best at thirty-five. Lucille intended to stay that way. A full and satisfying sex life was part of the best of everything too . .. and now she had that ... and Gus had the inner satisfaction having many new women which helped to keep him young. The children were grown and gone and now; with swinging, the Handleys had just about everything. She sighed and leaned her head back against the soft leather seat, wondering what particular "best" man she'd draw at the convention.
A sort of unwritten rule in their own particular group at home said you didn't swing together but Gus had begged her to stay with him as long as possible. Lucille had but she hadn't followed Gus and Ginny into the bedroom. That was going too far, she thought, and besides, Larry was working up to the preliminary overtures after a very long discussion about art and photography and philosophy. He was a very nice young man ... a bit intense, but Lucille liked his hard eyes and unhandsome face. There was more interest and more character there. Something terribly important was eating his gut too. Probably it wasn't that important but men seemed to take things so seriously.
"You see ... there are some things I've got to do," Larry said a little thickly, reaching for his glass on the mantle. The soft but heavy music was beating in the background. A slowly insistent drum beat seemed to come right up through the carpet into his feet and legs. Bells seemed to shake now and then in the weird sound coming from the hi-fi.
Lucille whirled a little impatiently, her heavy white crepe caftan whirling around her ankles, and walked away from him. The time had come. She turned back and looked at Larry. He was a little drunk . . . that was sometimes necessary with intense young men. She captured his eyes with her cat green ones and held his easily, watching the expression change . . . and waiting. Her hands fluttered to the front of her caftan, her eyes still holding him hypnotically, and she said softly and deliberately, "There are things we all have to do ... must do ... want to do." With her last word the heavy silk garment that had eovered her from neck to heels fell to the floor in one quick movement, revealing her tanned body clad only in the special body jewelry.
Larry's breath snagged in his throat somewhere. That tall sophisticated woman, tawny and lynx-eyed, was some primeval reincarnation of sexual woman. Her slim arms and legs were spiraled with golden metal flexible snakes that wound around her limbs in slim linked sensuality. Her breasts were coiled wit! golden snakes too, the tanned skin showing through the spaces of their lithe metal bodies and the snake's tongues, thrust out to spit and hiss, were Lucille's red rigid nipples. The slim curved hips were draped with still another golden snake, larger than the rest, and the striking head aimed and seemed to be darting straight into her tawny hair-framed cunt lips!
Her eyes were those of a snake, holding Larry physically rooted to the spot. The hips began to writhe to the beat of the music very slowly am gracefully. The pelvis made little circles above the swaying thighs and the arms came out to undulate as though they were as boneless as the metal snakes that wound around her startlingly beautiful body.
Larry's tongue came out to lick his dry lips He tried to frame words with his lips but nothing came out his throat. He swallowed pain fully, setting his glass on the table. Never had he seen anything like what his eyes were witnessing now. She could have been a pagan goddess come to life, the golden snakes some ancient ritual jewelry pointing out the erotic zones of her sexuality. Larry was struck dumb ... but not blind ... or stupid. His hand felt for the tiny camera.
Lucille's hips were whirling faster now, whipping round and round and grinding faster and faster. With every forward thrust, Larry could feel his alcohol-loosened body responding, his cock rising obediently and swelling up painfully in his shorts. Hips still shaking like jelly and breasts pointing their stiff little tongues at him, Lucille dropped slowly to her knees, her body jerking to the beat of the drum. As her body slowly bent back at the waist, her long throat arching back till the streaked golden hair fell in a waterfall, her thighs spread lewdly and she began to jerk up to some invisible cock.
With her head thrown back like that she couldn't see what Larry was doing. Just as her pelvis jerked, he snapped her obscenely decorated naked body and hid the camera again in his jacket pocket. Lucille had established a definite rhythm and Larry saw that her upper thighs shined with her lubrications. Her cunt lips were visible with their frame of golden curls. The golden snake head covered most of the pubic hair and as she jerked up to that unseen penis, Larry saw that the snake head had a tongue, a ruby tongue that was mechanically masturbating her with every upward jerk of her pelvis. Larry could see the swollen pussy lips, slick and wet now with her juices, and he bent and snapped frantically before she moved or saw him hunching and shifting this way and that. Her hand came down and rolled the ruby nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pinched their already hardened erections to fiery tips.
Larry's hands were almost completely covering the tiny camera when he heard a little scream. Through the wide double doors across the huge living room, the bedroom beyond, he saw Ginny streak by, her streaming black hair a shock against her white naked figure. Gus was right behind her, his prick hugely swollen and bobbing, thrusting out from his hairy brown loins. It was like a frieze from Pompeii, indelibly engraved in Larry's eyeballs. They circled and came by again and this time he got it. . . the tiny camera clicking softly.
Writhing now with spread golden-striped thighs, Lucille reached her arms up to Larry. Lying on the deep white carpet she was like a breathing, moving, desiring fertility goddess come to life. Her hands dropped back to offer him her snake-coiled breasts, cupping their heaviness up to him. Her eyes were hooded but burned under their deep lids into his. Released now that the pictures taken, Larry tore his clothes off as he watched the readying woman beneath him on the floor, her nipples crimson and rigidly alive, the moisture trickling from her swollen pink slit in a tiny silver ribbon, the thighs where she'd rubbed them together, glistening with her moisture down to the knees.
The beat of the music was coming through the carpet into her buttocks and blending with the throb in her opened juicy cunt. Lucille could feel the air on the stickiness of her opened thighs, cooling her to the knees. Her eyes never left the young man's face. He was trying so hard to keep it expressionless but she read him. The breath caught somewhere in her chest as she waited while he stripped. At last, the shorts and trousers came down in one fevered strip of clothing and the huge swollen mushroom-headed obscenity of his erect penis sprang from his loins. It was enormous and far more massive than she could have suspected from his rather slight appearance in clothes. God, the boy was built well, and her peripheral vision took in the breadth and strength of his shoulders and arms and calves and thighs.
There was something strange about him, something she had only begun to touch with her lewd dance and obscenely ornamented body. She liked his pretending toughness, the hard-boiled bit, the aloofness he'd feigned when she'd dropped her caftan and wriggled for him.
Larry stood over her for a moment, drinking in the strange sight of her spread, jeweled body. It had been his insistence again that brought them here when Gus made the approach. If Ginny insisted on whoring, then by God, he was going to get all of his ... and this was one he wouldn't have missed for the world.
He reached down and caught Lucille's naked foot and propped it right on his aching, bloated prick that was drooling already with droplets of lust. Her toes squirmed and her foot arched like a hand over his throbbing, pulsing rod, shoving it up against his belly, where she dug at it lasciviously.
Larry stood with her foot rubbing into his groin and pulled the long spiral gold snake from her long tanned leg, his hands caressing the silken limb as he removed the lewd decoration. With her leg up on him like that he could see all of her salacious, opened, dripping, pout-lipped pussy, the golden hair ringing it and the curls glistening from the love juice her writhing naked body was copiously producing. When he had the flexible gold snake removed from one leg and coiled into a tight bundle on the carpet, her other leg came up to him.
They had not spoken a word to each other since Lucille had started the ancient sexual rite, but their eyes spoke for them. She liked his strange silence and didn't want to break it. Her breasts were rising higher and higher as her desire-flamed flesh fired to white heat with Larry's slow, tantalizing stripping of the body jewelry, for the breath in her was the increasing fury of a building hurricane.
Kneeling over her, eyes still locked on her fine boned face with the wide mouth and snake eyes, Larry pulled the coils from her breasts and left them bare and bountiful mounds that were firm and pointed with lust, fire-tipped and luscious. Throwing the golden snake coils aside, he grabbed his hot, pulsating rod and painted round the ripe breasts in spirals where the gold had been, his cock head leaving a tracing of seminal fluid. As he got all the way up to the lava-hot nipples, burning redly, he jabbed the glowing head right into the nipple points, turning them inward with the thrust.
"Ahhh ... ahhhhh!" She moaned, the deadly eyes flickering and rolling back. Larry could not see her face as he threw himself onto her unadorned nakedness and sank his teeth viciously into the soft, firm peaks of her breasts, the nipples inside his mouth, the teeth devouring them.
"GAAAGGHHHHH ... HHHHUHHHH ... MMMGGGG!" The unintelligible sounds were forced from her throat as Lucille felt the daggers of Larry's teeth sink into her flesh, isolating the hard sensitive nipple in his blast-furnace mouth. The sharp hot little swords of his teeth seemed to stab right straight through her body to her quivering cunt, hook the flesh there, and draw inward. The pain-pleasure wounds from his ferocious mouth went deep, deep into her body, but the gush from inside her was not blood but honeyed love juice, sluicing her pussy deliciously.
When he finally pulled his mouth from those hungry breasts, Larry's parched throat was coated with the essence he had sucked and bitten and chewed from her generous flesh. Jesus! This was no ordinary middle-aged female! She'd never looked it for one moment, but he'd thought that since the children were grown, that perhaps she might be nearer Gus's age than she looked ... but those breasts were too tenderly firm and soft, too upstanding and proud. She was ripe and luscious and imaginative and ready! He squeezed those volcanic cones in his hands as he slid down further between her opened thighs, coming to rest with his nose inches away from the opened slick, pink pussy.
Gus was getting tired of this goddamned chasing game and it was going to end mighty damn fast. Nevertheless, he realized that the exercise had pumped the blood in roars through his body and he couldn't remember having such an erection before ... not in years. It looked like a bull's prong. Partly, too, it was the thought of fucking this pink-titted, pink-pussied white-skinned, black-haired Venus, that he kept catching briefly and holding and fondling and kissing and caressing ... and then she'd manage to break his hold again. Well, by God, not this time. He was going to run her straight into the living room this time and if Lucille and Larry were still there ... then, tough shit!
Ginny's melon-sized white breasts were heaving with her laboring breath that pumped in and out of her body with the exertion of eluding this tan-faced white-haired man. She'd been betrayed again. That black-hearted bastard, Larry, had betrayed her again! She still couldn't believe it.
After Tony had left, she'd scrubbed herself raw to try and get clean again, then put on a long-sleeved high-necked nightgown, and lay staring into the darkness. She'd heard Larry creep in and undress in the dark and crawl into the other bed. Her churning emotions had numbed and stricken her completely dumb. When she thought he was asleep, he suddenly started talking about his plans and hopes and dreams. His voice was saying things she was sure he couldn't say except in the blessed darkness. It had been as though he were talking to her soul and her silence had reassured him. Gradually, her anger and outrage had eased and she had felt her feeling for him come back tenfold, the tears slipping down her cheeks silently in the dark. She'd been overcome with his strangely soothing voice and her own forgiveness of his behavior. It had all been in the abstract with no specifics of any kind, but she had felt that he'd been describing a life he wanted with her ... a house in the country, his darkroom, a vegetable garden, lots of books and a fireplace and maybe a cow. It was she who had added in her own mind, she realized now, a study for her where she could write her books and columns and articles, children, and a copper pot and white-curtained kitchen.
And now, here she was battling this old fart while Larry was no doubt again laying a woman he'd never seen before. The hellish fiend! She wanted to murder him with her bare hands!
She tried to dart away as she saw Gus coming for her again. He was naked and his obscene erect penis stood out in mammoth terrorizing strength from his brown loins. All she wanted was to get out of this nightmare, this hell, this purgatory where she had lost all sense of time and decency and worth.
Gus caught her and crushed her naked loveliness into him, kissing her reddened full mouth fiercely and feeling his huge cock jerk against her soft white belly. He tongue-fucked her to the beat in his aching shaft mashed so maddeningly between them. Christ! He had to shove it into the pink passion-inciting pussy of hers soon!
All the now familiar sensations were taking over her body again and Ginny knew she would soon lose her grip entirely and a fourth man would be added to the growing list. If she had buried herself in work before, she'd been only a dilettante compared to what she would do now, if she ever got out of this inferno of corruption. She knew that if she didn't, her very sanity might be endangered.
With the superhuman strength born of desperation she shoved Gus as hard as she possibly could and ran into the living room. She didn't care if she had to run naked through the streets of San Diego to get out of here! As she was wrenching the huge knob in her hand, the after vision of what she'd seen running through the room flashed into her head again. Larry! Larry and Lucille, naked on the thick carpet ... with their mouths sunk in each other's genitals! Animals, sucking each other in the groin... rutting, fucking, sucking, sniffing animals!
Something jerked on her wrist and she was flung away from the door in the split second she hesitated. Ginny landed against the silk back of a coral chair. It was a low chair and she landed so hard that she almost went right on over but she caught herself on the low arms, her thighs against the low back, bent at the hips, her upper body hanging over the edge.
Gus stood panting by the door. The fury was boiling up in him like a drying kettle on a hot stove. Not only was he furious at this "timorous" maiden act but even more, he was furious with Clint Greer for selling him this bill of goods and much, much more with himself for falling for it!
The red haze of anger cleared enough for Gus to see Ginny hanging over the back of the chair where he'd flung her. The smooth round white moons of her beautiful buttocks were turned upward, halved by the spine and exposing a tight-puckered, crinkled, hairless little asshole. She was hanging there, a ripe exquisite creature ... those buttocks like firm big peaches made for biting. He had to give Clint one thing ... Ginny looked like what he said she was ... but she hadn't performed the way he said she would. But by God, she was going to! The tiny crumpled little asshole beckoned him like a moth to the glow of a light bulb.
"You had to do it the hard way, bitch! And that's just the way I like it!" Gus muttered low and hard, the menace unmistakable in his voice. His face was a grotesque mask of furious lust as he grabbed the silken smooth halves of Ginny's buttocks and spread them with his strong hands. Leading with his hugely swollen prick, he walked up a step and aimed the head right at the center of her puckered pink flesh.
Ginny tried to stand up but she was held down by Gus's ever-persistent hands. Her eyes were glued in horror to the coupled bodies that looked almost like a four-legged obscene creature from another age, and at first she wasn't aware that Gus was holding her in this lewd position. Then she felt the moist head, rubbery and velvety, pushing at her rectum. He was trying to fuck her in the rear! What kind of maniacs had she been caught with?
She twisted and turned, trying to see what Gus was doing ... but just then she felt an agonizing pain rip through her anus. A hot dagger point was shoving her rectal channel, lewdly and wantonly spreading the tight flesh before its slicing, stabbing head. The picture of Gus's mammoth organ came into her head as she felt its gigantic size against her tender flesh. She'd be split in two . . . ripped completely apart! Torn and bleeding and mutilated!
Gus looked down then . . . only now aware of the writhing bodies on the carpet. Lucille was on all fours over Larry's lean body, her wide mouth trying to contain all of the boy's rearing young cock, sucking it, tonguing it, kissing it. Her cunt was sunk over Larry's face and he was licking her from asshole to clit and back again, licking her like ice cream and smacking his lips between licks to catch all her delicious melting lubrications. The moans that were spilling around the edges of their busy mouths were muffled and unintelligible. Jesus! They were eating each other up!
He grunted then, a deep animal sound from his thick chest, and thrust his hips forward hard, sending his thick steel shaft against the resistant, tiny, ring-muscled asshole. Gus dug his fingers into Ginny's satin hips and battered against the clenching, quivering fright-puckered hole.
"NOOOO . .. OOOOO . .. NNNNNOOOOO . .. oh, NO ... please!" Ginny screamed as she felt the brutal, ramming rod shove further into her tiny passage that was never made to accommodate such a cudgel. He was going to do it! Gus was going to fuck her in the asshole ... like an animal, a beast, a low and demented, foul and craven creature.
Ginny's hands gripped the chair arms with white knuckles as she tried to stand the tearing, searing pain that was ripping through her. The terror was clutching at her middle with an equally fierce grip and she felt the sobs shriek out her throat. They sounded inhuman even to her own ears.
"OWWOOHHHHOOOIIIIEEEEEOOOO!"
Larry heard the screaming wail, the chilling howl, and pulled his mouth out of Lucille's quivering cunt briefly to see what had happened. Ginny hung over the back of a chair, her long black hair hanging on either side of her face like a spaniel's ears, and her face twisted grotesquely in what appeared to be agonizing pain. She was howling like a banshee. Then he saw what Gus was doing. Christ! He was trying to force, to stuff, to shove that long thick cock of his into her asshole. From the look and sound of Ginny, it obviously wasn't made to go there.
Lucille was sucking gluttonously on Larry's hot throbbing pole when she felt the hair rise on the back of her neck at the eerie scream close by. She looked up to see Ginny slung like a sack of potatoes over a chair back and Gus fucking her strenuously, or trying to, in the asshole. His face was contorted and he was straining and shoving, trying to ram the full length of his huge penis right up that poor girl's ass. Then Lucille felt Larry's lascivious tongue dive back into her seething pussy and the surge of tantalizing fire raced through her nerves again. She dropped her head onto his lovely big love stick.
Ginny knew she'd never be able to stand it... he was ripping her flesh completely apart! She could feel his thick long cock trying to burn its way right up her rectum. Oh God! The tears were streaming down her face now and the sobs were animal wails blubbering out her mouth.
Suddenly, without benefit of any mercy whatsoever, Gus lunged and Ginny felt the excruciating agony, a pain so unbearable that she gagged on her own breath. Then her scream came out on a high note, like cloth tearing against the grain. She twisted and shook her bottom to get free of the vicious instrument that was reaming her anus in senseless torture, but Gus was gouging her hips with his great hands, digging his fingers into the tender hip flesh. Even Ginny's tiniest movement impaled her even further on that brutal shaft, forcing it deeper and deeper into her punished back passage.
"Shove it back ... push your ass back, you crazy bitch!" Gus commanded, straining his hips even further forward. He grunted with satisfaction as her hard ring of muscle gave way with a popping and stretching as he forced his thick throbbing pro into the resistant flesh. With one last heave, he ground his cock all the way up inside the vise-tight depths of her constricting channel. He could feel his balls slap against the backs of her thighs as her round buttocks flattened with his onslaught.
Her soul had been tortured these last few days ... more tortured than it had ever been before, and now it was her lusting body's turn to feel punishment and the torment, she thought. Oh God. She deserved it. Ginny Blake deserved it. No matter what Gus did to her, she deserved it for her whoring, sluttish enjoyment of the men she'd had.
"Shove your ass back on it . .. push it back to me!" Gus grunted.
Ginny felt the horror as well as the unbelievable pain, for she was impaled to the hilt. Her thighs were splitting apart with the wracking, incredible pressure ... she'd never live through it! She was being sodomized in the same room with Larry who was oblivious to her screams and torture, his mouth sunk in the other woman's pussy. He didn't care. He never had. He was punishing her too . . . and, oh God, yes . . . she knew that she deserved every agonizing second of the torment that was being perpetrated on her harlot's body.
The breath was being propelled through Ginny's lungs in uncontrollable sobs and she was grateful for any breath at all ... if only she could stand the terrible punishment. She must let the punishment fit the crime. Shaking and shuddering, her head sank completely onto the chair seat. She was almost senseless with the pain.
Gus was panting hard now as he began to race in and out of Ginny's rectal passage from the tip of the puckered hole, now forever stretched, to the very depths of her white belly. Jesus! He'd never been in anything so tight! His whole thick length of bloated, rigid cock was clenched and squeezed almost painfully and the insane pressure was causing obscene pleasure to pulse through his nerves in hot waves.
His heavy prick was soaring deep up into her roundly stretched asshole with chastising brutality. She almost welcomed the awful pain, for it was bringing her the catharsis of atonement ... and she found she was able to help Gus punish her by shoving her ass back on that vicious spike as he asked. Suddenly it was no longer a matter of merely enduring the pain, for strange tingles were now blended with the agony. There was beginning to be obscene pleasure, a weird flush of pleasure starting to glow. Ginny began waving her ass back solidly on his hard thrusts and she could hear him groaning and grunting gratefully as her anal passage clenched and massaged his hard ramming pole.
Ginny felt one of Gus' heavy hands curling around her breast and the fingers of the other slide into her moist pussy as he slammed his throbbing cock into her rectum with ever-increasing fury. The pace was quickening and she pushed back eagerly, for the glow was spreading as his hands caressed and pinched and rubbed in time with the reaming of her ass.
Larry buried his face in the wet heaven of Lucille's grinding, lascivious cunt, his tongue fucking into that pulsating pink passage in deep thrusting stabs. Her mouth was sucking on his pulsing cock wildly, taking it deeper and deepe into her pseudo womb, enclosing it in the dark mysteries, her lips clamping around it jealously. He could still see in his mind's eye the incredibly salacious sight of Ginny being fucked in the ass with Gus' great prong and the pain-etched lines in her beautiful face. Jesus! It increased his already inflamed and rapturous sensations that were overtaking and overcoming his whole organism . .. body and soul.
She could feel the enormous throbbing shaft in her mouth swell even larger and Lucille sucked even harder, taking Larry's cockhead into the back of her throat and employing all the muscular wonders of her mucus-lined mouth. Oh God! He tasted so delicious when his tongue fucked deeply into her aching, churning cunt. It was as though that tongue came all the way through her body and out her throat. She found she could tuck her swinging hair behind her ear and suck and lick the beautiful prick between her lips at the same time she could watch Gus slamming his thick shaft into Ginny's ass. God! That looked marvelous! She'd make Gus do that to her. Her own asshole twitched and drew inward at the thought as Larry clamped his hot lips completely around her quivering clitoris.
Ginny threw her hair back fitfully as she felt the familiar burning, building bonfire of sensation in her loins. Gus teased and massaged and circled and rubbed her erect and quaking little clit, while the heavy club of his prick rammed her stretched and sore backside. Larry's long glistening cock was racing in and out of Lucille's working mouth and Ginny could feel her own throat close convulsively. Ginny's thighs spread instinctively and Gus' hand probed her cunt harder. She felt his fingers torturing her hard little nipple and the shooting stabs of pleasure flew through her.
Goddamn! Clint was right after all. Ginny was the most fantastic fuck in Los Angeles! Gus threw his heavy body against her, sending his throbbing, aching near-bursting rod catapulting down her tight channel, his balls slapping soundly against her thighs. His hands were full of seeping pussy and heaving breast. His eyes were glued on the salacious sucking, scouring mouths on organs as Larry and Lucille writhed on the floor, while his own cock was being clasped by the powerful fist of muscle in Ginny's asshole. Goddamn! Christ a mighty! This was the fuckingest fuck he ever hoped to have!
Lucille's ass was waving high as she waggled her cunt over Larry's beautiful, merciless tongue and lips. She ground it down on that life-giving tongue prick that was fucking her so wildly and increased the pressure of her mouth on his long phallus. It was close ... so close, and she wanted to make him shoot his thick, endless stream of cum deep into her belly when she came. Her teeth skinned the foreskin and bit the head gently, then her head bobbed up and down deeply, taking the thing down the slide of enchantment into her throat. She could hear Larry's mounting moans as he tongued and bit and chewed gently on her pulsating clit and deep humming moans came out her own throat.
There had never been anything like having both orifices fucked at once! Ginny's cunt and ass were being simultaneously fucked and her nipples bruised delectably by this great giant who used her so unmercifully and so well. Her body was a vessel he filled and the fulfillment was growing rapidly. The thought of his heavy cock shooting the liquid bullets of sperm into her anus suddenly excited her wildly. She arched against his hand in her pussy, then backed onto his throbbing flesh knife in her backside. Forward and back ... forward and back!
Punishment, atonement, shame, sorrow ... they were nothing! There was only the rapture, the ecstasy, the bliss ... that oblivion that awaited when she would burst and drift then into the spaciousness of nothingness. Oh God! It was soon ... soon! Ginny bucked and backed, arched and pushed frantically against the fevered hand and cock.
Suddenly Lucille felt the soaring, climbing, bursting, exploding blossom of orgasmic pleasure erupt in her frenzied cunt and she was propelled skyward and arcing into space. "G-A-A-A-A-AD-D-D-D-D-D-D-H-H-H-H! I'm CCCCCUUUUUU-UUUUMMMMIIIINNNGGG!" Her head pulled back and the screams were forced from her throat under the searing pressure of the explosive beauty that filled her cells. The spasms shook her and her hips lewdly lurched harder into Larry's laboring mouth that was slathered with her cum juice. Her mouth came down on his huge frantically quivering cock and she pulled and sucked and chewed it feverishly.
Immediately Larry's grotesquely swollen penis burst in Lucille's mouth that worked doggedly to swallow all his boiling, streaming, spewing sperm that roared from the tortured chambers of his bloated balls. Christ! Great groans of ecstasy echoed in his heaving chest as he continued to suck her convulsing cunt and fuck it deeply with his tongue. It clenched and milked and clasped as he shot vats of creamy scalding cum into her choking throat.
Gus and Ginny sawed frenziedly and miraculously came almost on the same agonizing pinpoint of time. "AGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH ... OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH . . . EEEEEEEEEE .. . AAAAAAAHHHHH ... I ... I . . ." Ginny felt her pussy peak and clench convulsively and she was laved by that massive ocean of feeling that lifted and broke into a million points of white foam, spraying and evaporating, shooting and falling, crashing and colliding! She was cumming! Oh dear God! She was cumming on and on and on and the mighty orgasm was drowning her tired brain and whipping her exhausted flesh to never-ending agonizing ecstasy. Her cunt bucked feverishly, trying to make the digging hand meet inside her body the thrusting cock in her ass.
The moment Ginny's great orgasm wracked her, Gus felt his own body respond automatically to the signal and .he went off like a huge rocket, streaking into the space continuum at an incredible speed. Light flashed in his head and his balls burst with the pressure and fired great roars of blinding, blistering semen spurting in white lightning streaks deep inside Ginny's convulsing rectum. "CCCUUUMMMM ... FUUUCCCKKKK! CHRIST! FFFUUUCCCCKKK!" His hips were pile drivers, beating the great, burning, bursting weapon into her pulsating, milking asshole. He was filling her anal canal with all the energy his huge body could produce and his hand could feel the sloshing wetness come through her body as he dug his fingers into her avid cunt. Jesus! She was the best goddamned fuck in the world!
In rapid succession, they each went off and the screams were the staccato explosions of rapture as their bodies shook and their brains shorted out while their organs pumped the carnal bliss and emptied them. The breathing was like heavy engines straining with too heavy loads for their capacities. Gradually, the lungs eased and the breaths grew shallower, and at last they were silent, chests barely moving, and the clock on the mantelpiece ticked eternity away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It hadn't been as easy as Clint thought it would. The Western Executive had been downright snotty until he'd greased the right palms with outrageous amounts of cash and finally a room was found for him and Natalie. Natalie was outraged, but Clint understood these things.
The carpeted halls were eerie in their almost swaddled silence . . . every door with a DO NOT DISTURB sign hanging on it. Must have been a hell of a night last night! You could practically hear the exhausted bodies sleeping it off behind closed doors.
At least the room was good ... damn good, in fact. Natalie quickly unpacked and set to work. There were some kind of costumes to scare up for the Roman banquet tonight which was the big event of the Swingers' Convention. Check over Ginny's copy for tomorrow's paper to see if there was anything salvageable. A hairdresser appointment. And she really should try and ferret out some of the women in the coffee shop.
"I'm going to scout a little, honey. See you back here about five." Clint dropped a quick kiss on Natalie's forehead as she looked up from the telephone. Well, at least Clint was out from underfoot, she thought with relief. She smiled and waved him off.
Ginny typed doggedly at the leather-topped desk, the sheer curtains billowing and the sound of the fountain spraying and splashing outside the window. The Swingers' Convention was a far bigger story than she had originally conceived it. She couldn't possibly cover all the implications in a few newspaper articles. It was only an outline really. Sometime, she'd like to do a book on the whole incredible subject. There was so much she didn't know ... so much she'd like to research ... so many people she'd like to interview. Her hands stopped with her dreaming and the sound of the fountain took precedence. Her eyes strayed to the bed with the bundles of fabric and clumps of braid yardage. A white jersey for her and a soft brown velour for Larry. She still had that to figure out, how it should be draped and held together. The research was really the only reason she was going to the damn banquet tonight.
Sylvia sat under the hair dryer and the clips were pinching her ears painfully. The hot blast of air was burning her neck and she shoved the towel higher to protect her skin, being careful to use only the tips of her fingers. Her nails did look wild with that gold-frosted polish. Boxes and bags by her feet contained her dress for tonight and shoes and new make-up. She'd sure been lucky to find that, dress. It even looked kinda Roman. Tony's eyes had goggled at that gray thing of Ginny's the other night, the way it was cut so low. Well, wait till he saw this! It was really hardly more than a draped long skirt made out of gold-sequined fabric with gold-sequined suspenders attached that ran up the middle of her tits and over the shoulders. No sides, no back, no front ... just two strips of sequins! All they did was cover the nipples and not much more! God, she was so lucky to have Tony. He never said a word about what she spent. He wanted her to look nice and he didn't care what it cost. Not like those stingy bastards some of her girl friends were married to.
Walking away from the mirror with her head twisted back, so she could see the effect of the back of the dress when she walked, Lucille noted the firm, ripe, controlled curves of her buttocks under the clinging beige chiffon. She'd had it made in Paris for that party in Rome last year. The body of the dress was only thinly lined in matching silk and you could almost see the crack of her ass through the sheer soft material. But the front was the kicker. The underlining came up under the chiffon in curved points and stopped, like the green curves of a flower stem just where the actual flower burst out. Paris had achieved the same effect by letting the skin-colored chiffon alone veil her naked breasts as they sprouted out in ripe blooms. There was a long drape of matching chiffon attached to one shoulder that could be flung across to cover and conceal when she was feeling coy, but Lucille didn't think tonight would be one of those infrequent occasions. She noted the firm upstanding voluptuousness of her breasts through the enhancing but transparent chiffon. Every cent she'd paid that marvelous doctor had been worth it. Her breasts looked like those of a very ripe eighteen-year-old with unusually strong pectoral muscles, the nipples almost tilting up in their eagerness and firmness. Yes, the dress would do nicely.
Larry loped along slowly. He'd prowled the bars around the hotel, the coffee shop, the lobby, the mezzanine and, so far, not a sign of Tony. Well, maybe it wouldn't look too good to be too damned eager anyway. The more he thought about the offer ... the chance to actually leave the paper and do his own stuff ... the more excited he became. He could go up to Carmel and take a few seminars. He could even do that research he'd always wanted to try, on the methods of the really great photographers. God, the whole world could open up for him. Well, if Tony wasn't around now, he would be tonight. Larry knew there was a risk, maybe even a pretty big one, but there came a time when you had to do it, no matter what the cost.
Tony sweated in a cramped phone booth all morning on the far side of town. Finally he got through the intricate subterfuges he had to use to get to Julio. He had a few beers between calls to keep from dying of thirst, but now it was set. It was the names he ticked off to Julio that did it. God bless Sylvia. He really couldn't do without her. He wouldn't have recognized those people in a million years. Now he had to get back to Larry and check out the shots of the ones he might have missed ... but what he didn't have, Tony was sure Larry could get tonight. Then by God, he'd be in business. All Tony had to do was turn over the stuff to Julio and he'd do the rest ... all the notes, all the threats, all the dirty work. And Tony would just sit back and let the money flow in till he had enough for the desert property.
The two men in the corner of the Western Executive talked so low they were almost whispering. Clint grinned again expansively, "Gus, when are you ever going to believe me when I tell you something?"
Gus leaned forward eagerly. "But Clint, how many guys do you believe when they tell you a broad's great?"
"Not many, I'll admit," Clint chuckled.
"But I'm telling you. After looking at some of these others in the hall ... boy! Of course, your filly may have taken ten years off my life, but it was worth it!"
"To all the broads who shorten our lives ... a short but a merry one!" They touched glasses with a resounding clink.
"Three extra months on the interest, Clint."
"Six."
"Come on, Clint, that's too much."
"Not for an extra go tonight, it isn't." He drank slowly, his eyes lowered casually to his glass.
Gus thought about last night, that smooth white ass with the gripping miniature asshole. He felt his balls tighten just thinking about it. "You're on. Once more tonight and you get six months." Their glasses clinked again briefly and they leaned back in their chairs.
The Versailles ballroom of the Western Executive had been transformed into a Roman banquet hall. The crystal chandeliers had been left unlit and the marble fireplace at the end of the huge room covered with mock columns. Oil lamps and huge candles on other fake columns lit the place softly. The beautiful polished dance floor was littered with low Roman couches with tables in front of them. They were arranged in an ellipse facing a central dais, a rectangular platform covered with fake fur. The low couches were made for eating at one's ease, one end angled up to allow for leaning. Laurel wreaths were placed on the low tables and steaming hand towels were in low covered bowls on warmers. The innumerable bowls and platters of delicacies had no forks accompanying them.
The banners usually displayed at convention banquets were not in evidence. Instead, a huge frieze of the drawings from Pompeii had been strung along the walls. These were the real evidence that identified this as the Swingers'" Convention, for they showed copulating couples in every conceivable posture. They were reproduced in burnt umber line on parchment which lent an air of antiquity and thus acceptance and respectability by implication.
The soft strange music of bells and the pipes of Pan filled the room from unseen speakers hidden in the columns. It was more Greek than Roman but who would know? As the couples began drifting in, feeling somewhat foolish in their makeshift Roman draperies and togas, the pomp and ceremony of trumpets took the place of the soft lyre and bells.
Seeing the other costumes, Ginny was proud that her white jersey and Larry's brown velour looked quite authentic. His was simply a length of fabric wrapped and caught on one shoulder with a heavy gold brooch of hers. It reached to his feet. Hers was three lengths of white silk jersey caught at strategic places with blue strips of braid and ribbon. One length served as a stole to drape around the shoulders. The other two were gathered at the shoulders with ribbons and flowed down in a deep V and the ribbons and braid wrapped her slender-ness from just under the bust to the waist in crisscross fashion. At every step, the jersey parted to show long glimpses of white thigh.
The festivities began with a welcoming speech by the master of ceremonies who was dressed in a blue toga and sandals, his bald head crowned with a laurel wreath. "Friends . . . Romans . . . countrymen ... lend me your ears," he declaimed. "I don't come to bury anything . . . and I have nothing but praise for the first annual Swingers' Convention in history. How about it?" A roar of applause arose, including a few cat calls and whistles.
"Now, I'm going to give your ears back ... I just want to say that we got a lot of things in store for you folks this evening . . . but I know you want to feast on all this delicious food .. . and watch the show . . . so . . . eat, drink and be merry!"
Ginny was nervous and anxious for the whole thing to be over. She picked at her food, very uncomfortable with Clint and Natalie Greer on a couch next to her. Their arrival had shaken the last vestige of her poise. Larry sat with her but he was not there in spirit. The Greers hadn't really said anything about Ginny's stories but she could feel they weren't too pleased. Tony and Sylvia and
Gus and Lucille had couches close by. Everyone had a little difficulty trying to eat and half recline at the same time. Eating with one's fingers, lying down instead of sitting up at a table was somewhat difficult for everybody. Most of the men simply sat on the couches, hunched forward with their elbows on their knees, looking uncomfortable.
The drinks helped and the wine. By the time the "vestal virgins" went up on the dais to dance in diaphanous draperies the crowd had loosened up enormously. Laurel wreaths were beginning to slip and sandals fell off dangling feet. Empty wine bottles were replaced quickly and it began to feel more like a Roman banquet. Some of the crowd started roaming from one couch to another. The laughter grew louder and the conversation rose to a rumble. Here and there, hands were cupping breasts or buttocks, arms around waists, heads on shoulders, lips on lips.
Larry and Tony seemed deep in conversation. Gus kept pulling Clint's blue robe insistently, making whispered comments and looking straight at Ginny. Lucille's head kept turning as if she were looking for someone. Her breasts showed clearly through the sheer chiffon, her scarf thrown back over her shoulder. Sylvia was drunk and her speech thickened, the sequin straps over her shoulders slipping to reveal her full breasts. Natalie kept making little notes on a pad from her purse. Ginny expected them to start drifting out by twos and wondered how soon she could decently leave. She had already decided she'd excuse herself to go to the ladies' room and simply not come back. She'd had enough of the Swingers' Convention to last a lifetime.
Tony and Larry rejoined the ladies, seemingly having come to an agreement about something. Everybody was a little drunk by then. Ginny realized that even though she'd tried to be careful, she too was a little high.
The music suddenly blared with trumpets and then died as hidden spotlights bathed the dais in light and the master of ceremonies was back ags in. "Now, folks, you're going to have to lend me your ears again. We've got a big surprise for you! As you know, in old Rome, they used to choose the most beautiful maidens as vestal virgins. This was a great honor. They presided at ceremonies and rituals and generally lent their beauty to all kinds of auspicious occasions. Now swingers don't hold with virgins ... and actually, it turns out the Romans didn't either. Their vestal virgins would have been called courtesans in any other age. Then there was Caesar's wife ... who had to be above reproach. Well, what some folks get reproached for, swingers think is a pretty sensible approach. We're kinds practical people ... so ... without further ado ... we're going to introduce what the committee has decided is the most beautiful wife here. We don't believe in virgins or ordinary wives, but we sure do believe in swingers' wives! And here she is ... the most beautiful wife at the first annual Swingers' Convention! Ginny, honey ... would you come up here?"
Ginny felt the waves of applause and no matter how she protested, willing hands urged her forward and she was swept up on the dais in the blinding spotlight before she knew really what was happening. She could only blink and feel a fraud, since she wasn't even a wife. It was all so tasteless and she wanted only to get down, to get away from all those eyes on her under that blazing light.
The thin clinging white jersey only enhanced her full breasts, slim waist, and curved hips. She felt naked under the glaring lights she stood with downcast eyes, trying to smile uncertainly to the applauding audience now and then.
"Now a woman isn't a wife until she had a husband ... so we want to honor Ginny's husband, Larry . . . the lucky dog! Larry, buddy . . . where are you?" The bald master of ceremonies peered into the gloom of the audience. And Larry too was pushed forward and onto the dais. Ginny's humiliation was complete now.
The master of ceremonies replaced the laurel wreath with gold crowns and the applause went on and on. Larry was just drunk enough to get-a kick out of the whole fraud. He kissed Ginny's hand and bowed, then grabbed her around the waist and kissed her long and passionately while the audience screamed its approval and Ginny tried surreptitiously to get free of his hard arms.
"Larry, old buddy, feel free." The master of ceremonies was patting Larry's shoulder and had his arm companionably around Ginny's waist. "You must have missed this lovely thing for the last few days .. . you've had to be mighty generous with her. Now your turn has come. Every dog has his day ... and this is yours!"
The lights lowered dramatically and the dais glowed now with soft light. The music built up to a crescendo as the master of ceremonies turned to Ginny, reached out and with one quick motion of his hands, ripped off white jersey, and Ginny stood cowering and naked, trying futilely to cover her nakedness with her hands. She heard another rip, then Larry was naked too, bewildered but not embarrassed. "I give you ... the most beautiful swinger wife and her swinger husband, Larry and Ginny. There's no holds barred tonight, folks. Larry gets to take Ginny on a trip right here!... just to get everybody in the mood! Ladies and gentlemen ... SWING!" To the roar of applause, he left the dais, patting Ginny's bare bottom as he went and pushing her into Larry's arms.
"Come on, wife," Larry leered thickly, "let's show 'em how it's done!" Ginny felt his arms grab her and crush her naked length to his and the crowd went wild! Ginny felt as though her sanity had left her entirely. This couldn't be happening! It was too crazy ... too vulgar ... too insane! While he kissed her, a wide couch was pushed onto the dais, a triple-sized Roman couch upholstered in crimson velvet.
Ginny struggled but his hands gripped her brutally and she could feel the strength of Larry forcing her to his will whether she wanted it or not. Her mouth was locked with his tongue sunk deeply into her mouth, her head and buttocks forced up to him. Oh God! She had to get out of here. He was going to do it! This maniac was going to fuck her in public! It was bad enough to be in the same room with another couple as they had been with Gus and Lucille ... but in front of hundreds of people ... it was unthinkable!
The crowd was urging Larry on. "Attaboy, give it to her good."
"She's gonna love it, Larry."
"Let's see your cock!" Ginny could feel the cock, its full, rigid, obscene length pressed into her belly and it beat the crowd's message into her shrinking flesh.
When finally Larry eased his hold on her, Ginny saw her opportunity and started to run from the place ... anywhere. But he caught her and flung her unceremoniously onto the velvet couch. Her head was swimming now from the drinks and the terrible shame and humiliation. They struggled for long minutes and the roar of the crowd grew louder. This was a far better show than they expected. Ginny and Larry grappled and strained and fought and Larry finally trapped her, lying between her legs in the classic position, the tears and sobs heaving through her in torturous labor, expressing the horror in her soul.
Ginny was blinded by her tears and her body wracked with the emotional pain of this degrading public display. She must have even lost consciousness for a moment or two because when thought came back into her head Larry had dived that huge cock straight into her splayed body and was fucking into her for the crowd's delight. "NNOOOOOOOO ... NOOOOOOOOOOOO ... NOOOOOOO!" she screamed, and used all the strength she had left to heave herself and Larry with her off the velvet couch. It was now or never, for she could feel her traitor's body automatically responding to that gigantic filling prick.
Instead of going on over and off the dais, which might have given her a moment to escape, Larry simply clutched her buttocks and rolled with her, keeping his throbbing weapon sunk into her depths, and Ginny found herself straddling him while he bucked that jerking rod right up through her. She was impaled on that enormous stick, stabbed, and her whole upper body slumped in desolation as he continued to buck her up and down, holding her white hips in his hard hands to keep her astride the saddle of his loins. The crowd was going wild!
Oh, no! It couldn't be! She could feel the terrible warming tingles shooting through her, radiating deep inside her with that great beating penis. How could her body respond at a time like this? Was there no depths of degeneracy and depravity she couldn't sink to? No hell that she wouldn't welcome? Was all decency and modesty gone forever? The terrified and helpless sobs tore through her even as she felt her own pussy begin to pull and suck inward on Larry's huge shaft... and her hips made a little responsive motion.
The whole world had gone mad and Ginny Blake with it. There could be no other explanation for her lewd body enjoying this obscene display. She felt she was back in Rome, that degenerate, decadent, profligate sink of ancient iniquity. Eat, drink, and be merry! And now they added ... fuck! Fuck to your heart's content till you drop from exhaustion. Oh God! She was lost forever! Ginny sat on Larry's lusting body with his cock stabbing into her, her hips automatically rotating and grinding his steel shaft deeper, her head thrown back, ripened breasts thrust up, tears streaming down her face and she wanted to die!
Larry's hands came .up to cover her naked breasts. The nipples popped instantly into his palms and Ginny felt their yearning tips, erect and quivering in the warm shelter. He pulled her down to him and sank his teeth into one red-tipped white mound. The jolt shocked through her and his cock jerked hard against her cervix. Her breast in his mouth, his hands found her hips and he was sliding her up and down his hot pole that her own body lubrications had greased for his entrance.
She still wept, even with the exquisite sensations rippling through her naked, wanton flesh and her eyes closed against the sight of Larry's lust-contorted face and the sight of her own depravity. His mouth tongued her breasts to a tortured ecstatic rapture that was making her cunt seep delicious droplets of love juice, wetting the mammoth phallus inside her.
Suddenly she felt other hands on her naked body. She opened her eyes to find Gus kneeling over Larry's head, his cock strutting out obscenely from his brown loins and an aspiring lust masking his face into something almost unrecognizable. Oh God! She was in the inferno itself! The hands on her back moved to her round, white, firmly soft buttocks and she felt those hands spread her cheeks. The music was blaring in her head, slightly behind the actual sound that filled the ballroom ... and the echo was a painful blending above the roaring of the crowd. Her legs were stretched down, her cunt still being fucked, and she felt a new horror! A hand reached between her legs, where Larry was pumping in and out, got some of her pussy juice, and brought it up on a wet finger to smear it in and around her asshole!
Ginny's head twisted and her cruel body did not let her lose consciousness this time. It was Clint and he was nudging her now lubricated asshole with his grotesquely huge erect cock. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO ... NOOOOOOOOOO ... NNOOOOOOOO!" she screamed again ... and the crowd roared back, "You tell 'em baby . . . you lucky girl'!"
She could feel that huge cock head pushing already into her anus and she screamed until her lungs felt raw and still he pushed on. She would die, she thought with grim satisfaction. No one could stand what these maniacs were going to do to her! She'd be irreparably ripped and torn and mutilated! If Ginny could have called on the power of the Gods to spirit her away she would have. But there was no deliverance.
Larry panted and lurched his hips up, sending his great bloated penis into the delectable black-haired cunt. He could see Clint moving in and Gus overhead. Great! Share the wealth! Ginny wanted to fuck and by God she was going to get fucked senseless by three men at once! See if that would satisfy her!
Just as Clint lunged, plugging Ginny's asshole with his great probe, she screamed an unearthly agonized sound and her open mouth was suddenly filled with Gus' huge pulsing prick which he began fucking immediately into her mouth in lustful enjoyment. Oh God! She was filled with phallic flesh . . . mouth, pussy, and asshole. She had no other orifice to give. Doomed to die with three huge fucking cocks sunk in her body!
Natalie watched the depraved spectacle for a long moment, first in horror and then in envy. She realized suddenly that she wanted those enlarged poles in her own body. Just watching them fucking in and out of Ginny inflamed her imagination and she could feel her own private parts begin to lubricate and her breasts swell in longing. Was she mad, too? It was an orgy ... a Roman orgy that would have put the Romans to shame, for there was no privacy, no finesse, no delicacy, no modesty ... just wild, uninhibited fucking! All around her the fucking was advancing to various stages, some heads turned to have a view of the dais while they fucked. A whole roomful of participating voyeurs, fucking while they watched.
Sylvia watched too, getting a vicarious thrill, a shiver of horror and longing, and she felt her own cunt draw inward on itself, sucking on the nothingness there. Her eyes were glued on the scene. Even in the soft light that flooded the dais, she could see the great glistening cocks fucking in and out of Ginny's body, all holes filled with beautiful cocks. Suddenly Sylvia saw another man climb on the dais. My God! It was Tony and he was kneeling by Ginny's side and drawing her hands around his burgeoning rod that stuck out obscenely for attention.
"I don't know about you, girls, but she has all our men now ... and I'm going to find someone or something to fuck!"
"Yes, I think it's time we did a little slumming ourselves. I never met such a greedy bitch." Lucille answered with narrowed eyes, watching every movement on the velvet couch, and licking her lips enviously.
"And what an act she puts on to whet their appetites," Natalie sneered. "Men are such fools." Her delicate hands slid up her pearl gray satin-covered thighs unconsciously to her breasts and then around her neck to unbutton the tiny sparkling rhinestone buttons that held the loose dress together.
Feverishly, they slid off their clothes, the gold sequins, the beige chiffon and the gray satin. Linking arms, they set off naked to find some unengaged cocks. They wanted a man of their own ... and there seemed to be none left. Ginny had usurped their own and thrown the coupling off balance. Finally, in a dark coiner behind a column-shielded service bar, they found him. He was graying and looked a little seedy and very, very surprised at being accosted by three naked females. He was wearing a huge white waiter's coat and they discovered that under that he wore a sports jacket, slacks, blue shirt, and tie. They rubbed up against him from all sides, breasts and lips and cunts squirming up to him.
"I sure am flattered you girls think I can manage three of y'all, but I'm getting to be an old man." His voice was pure Texas, and they teased him about Texas brags and not letting down the tradition. Before the poor man from the Houston Post could protest, they had stripped him of all his clothes. All the years he'd been a newspaper man he'd never encountered anything like this. He thought he'd seen everything and a little bit more but this was a fantasy come true that just didn't happen!
Natalie and Lucille and Sylvia led Paul Corcoran to an empty couch and started to work. Lucille claimed his mouth and began sucking his tongue feverishly, sliding his hand up between her silken tawny thighs to her golden box. Sylvia captured his other hand and let it stake the claim of her full heavy breasts. Since he'd been forced down on his back, Natalie crawled between his thighs and stroked his awakening cock tenderly with her small hands before licking it completely upright in record time.
In all his forty-five years Paul Corcoran had never felt anything so fantastic, not even when he was a young whelp, humping a different girl every night. Three sets of hands exploring his naked body instead of one ... three pairs of breasts snuggling into his hand or brushing his thighs ... my God! ... the possibilities were endless! The soft salivating cavern of Lucille's mouth was actively sucking his exploring tongue while his hand was delicately sliding fingers up and down the length of her quivering damp slit. His other hand was full of Sylvia's big, round tits, the nipples hard and erect, and he pinched them lovingly and heard her moan appreciatively while her hands smoothed over his hairy skin. His hand still fondling her breasts, she leaned down and began to swirl her tongue around his hair-ringed nipple. Natalie's small warm mouth was doing incredible things to the head of his already throbbing shaft, her tiny hands gently cupping and grazing his heavy balls.
Paul's body was so bombarded with sensations that it was almost too much! Like he'd never get enough! He'd forgotten his job and why he was here and how hard he'd slaved to get this story. He'd forgotten any fear of discovery. He was part of the orgy now ... another naked man among this sea of naked bodies.
Sylvia was getting so worked up just from Paul's hand on her breasts, tweaking and stroking and pinching and squeezing and kneading, that she could feel her cunt juices trickling down the in-sides of her thighs. Lucille had finally come up for air and was writhing over his hand up her pussy. Quickly seizing the opportunity, Sylvia straddled Paul's graying head, facing Natalie, and lowered her opened slit down slowly over his face. "Here's a little something for you, lover," she panted when she was inches above his mouth.
"Come here, woman, and let me have a little eating pussy." Sylvia obeyed joyously and slowly slithered onto his mouth which immediately began sucking on her swollen labia, the tongue licking her with a hot red flame. That hard pseudo phallus probed up and down and over and finally inside her sucking passage, maddened with mounting desire and in need of release. "OOOOHHHHH ... honey ... that's beautiful!" she breathed as she felt the impending pre-orgasm sensations jerking through her.
Both Paul's hands were now free to explore Lucille's tantalizing length of nakedness, even though he was blinded by Sylvia's sopping, hair-ringed cunt over his face. By touch alone he discovered Lucille's surgically perfected body and that was terribly exciting, for he could see her in his head as his hands slid over her breasts and thighs and hips and pussy. "Oh God, yes ... fuck me with your fingers ... oh, please ... fuck it!" He obliged by stabbing two fingers straight up her quaking, swollen-lipped cunt.
Natalie ran her tongue down the hot turgid length of Paul's penis, pausing on her way down to flick her tongue lightly across the delicate vertical membrane just under the coronial ridge. She'd done this just because it seemed a good idea and she was amazed to find him groaning deep in his chest and almost bucking off the couch. Just to be sure it was that and not Sylvia's cunt in his mouth, Natalie flicked her tongue across it again and he reacted again. She licked down over the rocky testicles and the tiny patch of skin below them. Again he lurched up and jerked. Well, she was finding his tenderest portions, that was for sure. Drawing her tongue back up the length of his cock, she enclosed the whole head inside the warmness of her soft mouth and used her mouth like a tiny vacuum cleaner, drawing in hard at the same time she slowly slid her mouth up the slick pole, the double pull sending him raving.
Sylvia was grinding down on his stiffened tongue that was fucking into her splayed pussy. Oh God! He was an artist at this, that maddened tongue was everywhere, swirling around her clit, flicking over her tender asshole, tracing both sets of cuntal lips and then jabbing straight up inside her greedy passage. His lips would clamp and suck and then nibble very gently. To hell with Ginny and her four lovers. Jesus ... oh, Jesus ... this one was all she needed and he was taking care of two others besides!
Lucille was standing with opened thighs, spreading herself obscenely for Paul's practiced hand that was fucking her so deliciously. She could hear the sucking, sloshing sound his fingers made as he rammed her with two fingers and curled them hard up inside her seething cunt. Bucking against that hand, she knew she was getting close. She was almost there and she felt the luscious spreading warmth all through her quivering flesh. How had she missed this one before? But then she remembered. Hell, he'd come all the way from Texas.
Paul was lying there, his mouth full of pungent, lascivious cunt, his cock sunk deeply into Natalie's mouth. It was a strong suction cup, drawing the very cum from his balls, closer and closer, and his hand was full of milking, churning, moistly soft, sucking pussy. He was going out of his ever-loving mind! Christ! This was every man's dream come true and he was living it!
"G-O-O-O-O-D-D-D-D!" Gus ground between clenched teeth, feeling the incredible and salacious sensations climbing up his heavy, driving shaft as Ginny sucked him faster and faster, her cheeks bloating with the thick long rod. Jesus! It had been unbelievable last night, fucking her dewy tiny asshole, but this was too excruciatingly exquisite. This girl who looked so innocent and virginal and beautiful not only knew how to fuck, she knew how to suck! Watching Clint ramming her asshole and Larry bucking into her pussy only made it more crazy and wild! Her hands were even full of cock, for on the other side of Larry, Tony was getting his slicked and skinned and milked by her white curved hands.
Larry knew he couldn't last much longer! His head was swimming and his prick was ready to explode in a galactic explosion that would turn the world on its axis a few extra spins. Goddamn! Ginny was putting out like he'd never seen a woman put out before. She was so damned prissy, don't touch me, at first... but once you turned her on, there was no shutting her off! The feel of her hot clenching, sucking, pulsing vaginal walls was driving him over the precipice. She'd make him cum if he just lay there and let her do all the work ... which he couldn't. He couldn't just lay there! His hips thrust up and lurched and bucked as the fermenting, convulsing, milking, churning muscular bands so deep inside her white belly worked on the length of his solid rod of flesh.
"That's it, baby.... that's it! Jesus!" Clint was moaning and fucking into Ginny's asshole with mounting fury, his eyes focused on her tiny asshole. As he retreated, the pink ridges of her flesh pulled out, clinging to his cock, unwilling to let him go, and they disappeared as he shoved forward into the clasping, vise-tight depth of her body. Gus was right ... this was even better than having Ginny in the office in his high-backed chair. Her asshole was even tighter than her cunt and God knows that was tighter and smaller and lasciviously better in every way than any broad's he knew. Goddamn! He hadn't been lying when he told Gus she was the most fantastic fuck in Los Angeles county. He'd always wanted to try the sandwich method and he'd chosen the right spot! Not only that, she deserved it. He'd been right! She was only good for one thing ... fucking. She'd fouled up the assignment as he knew she would ... and she deserved whatever she got! She was exactly in the spot women ought to be ... laid out under a man!
Tony grabbed Ginny's hands and held them tighter, wrapped around his enormous pulsating probe. He threw his hips into the tight warmth of her clasping hands, fucking into them as though they were her sopping cunt. Her hands were sending jolts of electrical charge through his loins and aching balls. Her thumbs kept grazing the velvety head while her palms and fingers were gripping his prong like he was a lifeline! She shucked the thing up and down like she could see it ... even though her head was turned to the other side and her mouth was filled with Gus' prick! He didn't know what had happened to Sylvia, but he couldn't worry about it at this point.
Ginny had lost all contact with the world, her body was on a trip that was going to carry her to other planets. The tearing, reaming pain in her backside had miraculously eased and a licentious feeling had added to the mounting peaks of sensation that were building in her to a volcanic eruption! The two great gigantic commanding cocks that were racing into the depths of her body were neck and neck, almost meeting through the thin fragile membrane inside her belly. Her mouth was filled with Gus and she could feel his enormous purple-headed shaft pulsating and getting ready to fire gallons of nourishing cum deep inside her throat to slide down to her churning belly. A crazy feeling of protectiveness, of nurture emanated from her palms and fingers that sheltered, incited and drove Tony to his impending climax. The immense pulsings in his huge beautiful penile organ were strangely dear to her. She knew her mind must be going ... how could she feel the wheeling, colliding, contradictory emotions that she was feeling otherwise? But it would be all right ... she would die, here at the pseudo Roman orgy of the Swingers' Convention ... impaled on two cocks, another drowning her working throat and her white hands clinging to another.
Sylvia screamed shrilly as she felt the gyroscopic, frenzied, whirling, orbiting in her sucking, in-drawing cunt and the walls of her vagina convulse over Paul's voracious mouth that was fucking her with his hot, insatiable tongue. Her long gold-frosted fingernails dug his shoulders in deep blood-letting convulsions as she threw her flowering and opening pussy deeper into his face and his swollen, talented tongue fired into her depths in searing poker-hot stabs .. cauterizing her very flesh.
Natalie sucked the throbbing thistle-headed stalk of Paul's penis down her working throat until she was almost gagging. Suddenly she had to have that hot, pulsing, growing shaft deep inside her belly. Her mouth slid slowly, tongue swirling round and round, until she sucked up to the very tip. Then, while it jerked in her hand, she climbed over it and aimed it straight into her aching depths. Natalie sat carefully on its mammoth head and very slowly impaled herself on its rigid length. An agonizingly sweet, warm, filling sensation flooded through her aching, needing, pulsing pussy. Oh God! She had needed this for so long ... for so terribly long! The fact that it was a stranger's cock made it even better. She had no worry about the emotional dueling that she had always had with men she knew ... particularly Clint... who was determined to beat her into just a female body and nothing else. Oh God. This was so exquisite. He could not even see her ... his head still buried in Sylvia's cunt and so he was a disembodied, pulsing, driving, jerking cocksman who fulfilled her ... just organ in organ. It was beautiful and good and exactly what she needed. Clint could rave all he wanted ... he'd insisted they try this ... and now she would never go back to being anything but a swinger. She intended to have dozens of men ... all different ... all exciting ... all useful to her. Her hips writhed and rotated as she screwed herself onto that life-prolonging prick of his. As she ground herself down on him, he bucked up under her, sending the huge, jerking instrument deep into her heaving, clutching belly!
Suddenly Natalie felt the spasm start and she grabbed Paul's lurching hard hips in her hand, digging into his muscular flesh as she felt the bursting, lascivious orgasm shake her every cell with its blinding eruption. "EEEEEEIIIIAAA ... AAAAHHHHHHEEEEEE!" Even her own voice screaming out her release sounded foreign to her ears in its intensity and abandon. She was sufficient unto herself ... except for this ... but this was life itself!
Lucille had cum twice already and she could feel the digging, teasing, tantalizing fingers still egging her on toward another stupendous climax. Oh Christ! They'd picked a winner this time. This seedy-looking Texan hiding behind the service bar was more man than she'd had in a long time! His fingers were long and knowledgeable, and her imagination caught fire and blazed at the thought of what he could do to just one woman. With a man like this around she wouldn't need masturbating body jewelry. His hands and cock and mouth could generate a hundred orgasms a day in a woman! She shook at the thought. His thumb found her clitoris as his two long fingers continued to fuck into her sopping cunt and it was just as though he had pressed the magic button. A r -sounding brilliant insistent ringing sound clanged through her body and she bucked and arched, her head thrown back and her hands coming down to clamp his hard forearm as she fucked furiously into that depraved hand. Lucille felt the world shatter again as her salivating pussy burst once more. She was only held upright by his sunken hand which her thighs were clasping so hard that it all but disappeared from sight inside her screaming body.
Paul felt the screams and spasms through his own flesh as each of the naked women came. He didn't know how he had managed to hang on so long. It was as though he had an obligation to live up to what three strange naked women thought he could do .. . and by God he'd done it! Suddenly their arching, screaming bodies, their soft feminine flesh that his own had stiffened to raging Amazon intensity, set his own intricate masculine mechanism on the inexorable path to glory! Jesus! God a mighty! He could feel his cock swelling inside Natalie's still clenching cunt and the breath came roaring out his mouth in near sobs, for Sylvia had fallen away and half lay on the floor below the couch.
He felt the engines of his balls fire and blow in thick boiling cream down the constricting tunnel of his prick, gushing out the nozzle in a searing spray against the rubbery cervix deep in Natalie's belly. She milked and sucked the fiery liquid into her grateful body. On and on it roared and spewed the scalding streams and his quaking body pumped and pumped his life force in the deep pool of a strange and beautiful womb. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Ginny had had three orgasms on the digging prod of Larry's prick that arched and drove into her mercilessly, but they were only preludes, shaking as they had been, to what she could feel building in her loins. A strange salacious, supernova climax was about to burst inside her frantic body, for she could feel the two cocks slamming into her with frenzied speed and sureness. Her hour had come. She would die with their bursting bombs inside her flesh and the semen from three men would mix in her belly ... three men who had tried to use her as her father had used her poor mother ... but she, Ginny Blake, had turned the tables ... it was she who now used them! She was using the very essence of their maleness to satisfy her lusting, now trained-to-carnality flesh.
She felt Clint scream behind her. his great body pressing her down and down on the sharp, stabbing prick inside her. Then his gushing, searing semen boiled into her sucking asshole in a flood of his own groaning joy. She could feel it back up from sheer volume and run in thick trickles down her thighs.
"Ginny Blake!" Her eyes opened wearily and at first could not focus ... seeing only breasts ... small female breasts. At last the face looking down at Ginny, her mouth stuffed still with Gus' fucking cock, at last that face above her cleared. It was Natalie. "Ginny Blake ... you're fired!" And the apparition was gone.
"FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKK!" Gus yelled and Ginny had to fight to keep from drowning on his seething shooting load of hot sticky cum juice bubbling down her sucking throat in gallons of orgasmic bliss. The eruptions came so fast that she could not be sure just whose started first, her own or Larry's, but screams filled the air and Tony jerked in her hands and cursed in Italian. She felt the spray from his bursting prick hit her face on one side and burn like drops of acid etching her skin. Another scream and another and her own straining, agony of sound and fury could not be distinguished except inside her own bursting flesh that was demolished and torn asunder, and she knew her time had come. The spasms shook the twined bodies and the sparks arced and fused and ignited and blended and Ginny felt her very marrow melt in the heat and her cells disintegrate and she was grateful ... for she was home at last. She soared and glided and was expelled and the nothingness awaited her and she hoped she would not wake.
Larry was gone, though he still feebly spewed a last thin stream into her dying body. Her job, she remembered now, was gone, too. She was mashed between the limp creatures that she had used at last. Her eyes closed and the breaths of living bodies pumped and blew and slowed. Destruction was upon her. The swingers had swung and Ginny Blake had swung too high.
