The South-West Associated Players Club was the name of the newly formed Arizona country club in the newly formed community of Cochise, Arizona, one of those overnight communities planned by some large manufacturer who wants to build some kind of city that might be a memorial to himself when he passes on. In this case, it was all put together by the owner of the huge multi-conglomerate corporation known as Fairfax Industries. The community of Cochise was made up of various religions, each with its own house of worship, including an Apache wickiup in the middle of the city where people from the nearby reservation were invited to come.
Everyone in the community of Cochise was considered a candidate for the South-West Associated Players Club, which, by its initials became known simply as the SWAP Club. However, since membership required an initial outlay of five-hundred dollars, and yearly dues of two-hundred-and fifty dollars per person, there were relatively few people who belonged to the club. As a matter-of-fact, out of the twenty-thousand citizens already living in Cochise, only one hundred actually belonged to the club, though it appeared as if quite a few more belonged because it took almost as many people to run the club. It was expected that before the year was out, the membership would triple. A new bank of homes was being constructed on the outer border of the small city, and these were the kind of homes only people who earned a hundred thousand dollars a year, or more, were able to afford. like all the homes in Cochise, they had solar paneled roofs, and because the sun shone virtually all the time in Cochise, with the exception of perhaps twenty rainy days out of an entire year, the sun provided all the heating needs of Cochise residents, even on those cool fifty degree days that sometimes occurred. Hot water heating had been installed in all the rooms, and the panels stored enough sunlight so that even when the sun didn't shine for as much as two weeks-which in Cochise was never-there was always enough heat to keep all edifices comfortable. However, the heating units only went on when the inside temperature in a house fell below sixty degrees, and as time would eventually prove, that might happen one day in two years, if that often.
The Philips Family had just moved to Cochise, and Carey Philips, who was the top insurance salesman for The Providential Life Insurance Company, had come here knowing this was new and fertile ground. There would shortly be industry here, employing the thousands of white-collar and blue-collar people who would eventually come, as well, and Cochise was expected to grow to a city of a million-or-more in the next decade. Providential, having foresight, was the first insurance company to open an office in Cochise, and as a result, Carey, as the one-man operative of the office at the moment, was writing mortgage insurance policies so quickly, there were days when he never had a chance to leave his office. He also wrote property and casualty insurance, which meant Providential was having a field day in Cochise. As a result, Carey, who had earned more than a quarter-of-a-million dollars in premiums and renewals the year before, earned an additional quarter-of-a-million in premiums alone this year, that is, he earned a commission of a quarter-of-a-million on premiums, which, added to the phenomenal renewals he was already receiving, meant his before-tax income would come to something like three-hundred-and-fifty-thousand, and this was not counting his corporate expense account.
It therefore followed that the Philips family was a prominent member of the South-West Associated Players Club. Carey, himself, belonged to the golf set. His wife, Beatrice, Bea for short, belonged to the Bridge set. His two daughters, Anna and Karen, one nineteen, the other eighteen, belonged to the tennis set, and his son, Marty, twenty, belonged to the pool set. That is, he indulged in both, swimming, and billiards. Carey, himself, was forty-five, and his wife Bea was thirty-eight. He had married her when she was seventeen, and they had wasted no time in breeding, which accounted for her being relatively young and having children, eighteen, nineteen, and twenty.
It was a warm Monday in the beginning of February when Irv Martin became the new tennis pro at the club. Irv was six-feet-two inches in height, with jet black, straight hair kept very short, a natural tan, and a lean, slender body kept that way from a lot of activity. Vertically, he played tennis. Horizontally, he played the organ-the sex organ, the female sex organ. As the new club tennis pro, he foresaw little, if any difficulty, in scoring big. At the age of twenty-five, he was living life to its fullest, and had no intention of settling down, not for quite some time. As the tennis pro he was banking more than two-hundred-and-fifty a week after taxes, and the reason he was banking it all was the expensive gifts he had received from so many other women prior to coming to Cochise. His Mercedes 440, for instance, was the gift of a matron who had been grateful for the hours he had given her, teaching her to play the game, though the game was definitely not tennis. He had no doubt he would be able to continue banking a similar sum with no break in the gifts, and he would still have plenty left over for the choice young cunts he wanted who didn't give gifts.
That particular Monday, dressed in his tennis whites, he was surveying the large clay tennis courts at the rear of the club, right near the cabanas that blocked off the swimming pool area, and he saw the two blonde Philips sisters playing tennis, and he decided immediately that he wanted to fuck them both. However, it was a question of getting each of them alone at the right time.
He looked at his watch and noted it was eleven. Girls playing tennis at this time of day on a Monday obviously had to come from a wealthy family, otherwise they would be in the city proper, performing some kind of work. They were absolutely beautiful!
"You're new here," a voice said, and turning his head he faced a ravishingly beautiful woman who looked like both the girls, and yet who looked like neither of them.
"Ma'am?" he said respectfully, his eyes wandering over her body, noting that under the pink, short-sleeved dress was a firm, tight figure with full breasts and a narrow waist that would make any man's mouth water.
"I said, you're new here."
"Yes ma'am," he nodded. "I'm the new tennis pro."
Bea Philips was instantly taken with the young man. He was the kind of man she would one day like to have for a son-in-law, from a physical standpoint, that is. He was tall, handsome, rugged-looking, and obviously intelligent. She knew he had a wild streak in him, and that intrigued her all the more.
In all the years she had been married, Bea had been a faithful wife. Not that cheating hadn't occurred to her from time to time, but until they had moved to Cochise, she had never found the time for it. What with the garden clubs, Bridge clubs, charitable organizations, and the time needed to bring up her children while keeping her husband happy, she had been a busy woman.
She had short, brown hair that just barely reached the tops of her shoulders, making one wonder how she had produced two blonde daughters. In her youth, Bea had also been a blonde, but her hair had turned darker as she had gotten older. She still had sparkling gray eyes, a short, straight nose, and full sensuous lips that made any man hungry for her the moment he looked at her. She had the kind of skin that neither tanned nor burned, and she would retain both, her youth and her beauty for a long time. She was short, just like her daughters. As a matter-of-fact, all three females in the Philips family stood at exactly five-feet-two inches in height.
"Is this a permanent position?" she asked.
"I hope so, ma'am," he nodded. "I expect that if I can remain the pro here for the next ten years, I'll have accumulated enough money to buy a piece of the club and eventually become a part-owner in it."
"Commendable," she nodded. "At least you know what you want out of life. Few men do."
"Yes ma'am. I'm not much good when it comes to business, and I'm not the kind of guy who can work at a nine-to-five job. I don't have any creative talent, so I figure if I can't be a worker, I should eventually become a boss."
They were walking along the concrete strip between the carefully manicured lawns that separated the swimming area from the tennis area, with cabanas on either side of them.
"Are you good at playing tennis?" she asked, and Irv Martin knew he was about to make his first conquest. "My daughters, down there, are."
"That's one thing I do exceptionally well," he told her.
"Where's your tennis racquet?" she asked.
"It's in my cabana," he replied, pointing to the green one at the end of the line of cabanas on the right.
"Surely you should have it with you, in case anyone wants to learn," she insisted.
"No ma'am," he replied. "I teach by appointment only, and I don't have any appointments this morning."
"I see," Bea nodded, thoughtfully.
She liked being near the young man. It made her feel she was still young. At the moment she had nothing planned. She had come to the club an hour early just to relax, but she was supposed to have lunch with some of the new lady friends she had made here in Cochise. Although her subconscious was already imagining what it might be like to have a man like this make love to her, she was not consciously aware of her inner desires. As a result, she harped on tennis as an excuse to be with him.
"Perhaps, if you have the time, you might like to help me with my tennis," she said to him. "It's been quite some time since I've played, and I'm nowhere as good as my two daughters, down there. But I'm willing to pay whatever the going rate is..."
"Twenty-five dollars an hour," he told her.
"Of course. Is there a phone in your cabana?"
"Yes ma'am," he nodded.
"Good. I'll call the front desk from there and tell them to charge my account the twenty-five dollars, that is, if you have an extra racquet for me.
"I keep a whole supply of tennis racquets at the cabana," he assured her.
The cabanas at the SWAP club were unlike beach cabanas. They were more like undersized wooden cabins. They only had one room each, but it was a large room, and the cabana was soundproofed.
In Irv's cabana there was a table, two chairs, and a wide cot. On the table there was a telephone, and Bea picked it up, asked for the front desk, and told them to charge her account twenty-five dollars for a tennis lesson.
After she hung up, she looked at the selection of racquets he had on shelves standing against the wall. There were wooden racquets, aluminum racquets, and even lightweight plastic racquets. As she eyed them, Irv, who had stepped outside for a moment to make certain there was no one near the cabana, came inside, kicked the door shut, and locked it.
"There now," he said, smiling a knowing smile at her, knowing better than she what she wanted. "It'll all be nice and private. You won't have to worry about anyone else bothering us. It'll be just you and me, ma'am."
"You open that door this instant," Bea snapped, suddenly afraid, backing away from him, though there was only one direction in which to go; and that was toward the cot. "You have no right to make any assumptions about..."
"Sure I do, Mrs. Philips." He had heard her give her name when she had phoned the front desk. "You're a love-starved lady, and what's more, we both know it. You need a little therapy to help cure you, and I'm just the guy to see to it that you get that therapy."
Bea felt as if her knees had suddenly turned to water. She shuddered as the cold perspiration of fear trickled down her back and into her buttocks. "Wh-what kind of therapy are you talking about?"
"You're not naive, Mrs. Philips. You know what I mean. If you want me to put it into words, I will. Fuck therapy," he told her with an unnerving calmness. "No matter what problems you have, a good fuck is always the best treatment for whatever ails you. By the way, since we're going to become so familiar, you can call me Irv, but I'll still call you Mrs. Philips. This way I won't forget myself in public. Don't worry, I'll make it good for you."
"Oh my God!" Bea gasped, staggering for the moment, her head whirling. "I must be going out of my mind! I really have to be or else I certainly wouldn't be hearing such vile things."
"Stop talking like such a foolish prude. What I have to offer is precisely what you want, and it isn't tennis therapy. I'm very capable at making women happy, and I'm going to make you real happy, Mrs. Philips, you'll see."
Bea opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. She was paralyzed with fear. The idea of this self-centered man suddenly wanting to make love to her, just like that, out of the blue, was sickening. To think she had actually brought it on herself by coming to his cabana with him.
"No," she finally said, "you let me out of here."
"You've paid your twenty-five dollars, Mrs. Philips. Now you're going to get your money's worth. You'll find me so good, you'll probably even end up giving me a tip."
"No, no, no!" Bea began sobbing, burying her lovely face in her hands.
"What's the matter, Mrs. Philips?" he asked, slowly moving closer to her. "You know deep down this is what you want. Hell! I've known lots of women like you, and believe me, no matter what they tell themselves in the beginning, tennis is not what's on their minds. What you want is a relationship that will develop slowly, over a period of months, so you'll be able to rationalize your having an affair. All I'm doing is bypassing the many months. By the time we're finished you'll understand that."
"You get away from me!" Bea gasped, staring wide-eyed at him. "I'm not like some of these ladies here, the easy lay you seem to think me. Even if I were, I wouldn't want anything to do with you. I think it's despicable that you should suddenly assume you're God's gift to all womankind and want us to simply lie down for you."
"Hey, it's fine with me if you don't want it the easy way," the handsome man told her. "I can read women. That's what I'm really best at. You don't want to readily admit the truth, so I'm going to have to force you, which is what you really want this first time. Then you can rationalize that you were raped."
Bea was terrified, and she backed further away from the man, until her knees touched the edge of the metal bunk behind her. There was an anger in the man's eyes, but she didn't know whether it was feigned, or if he was really angry. It didn't really matter as he suddenly reached out, grabbed her shiny brown hair, then pushed her back on the bunk, saying, "Now listen to me, you stuck up bitch! Just because you have money is no reason to think you can manipulate men the way you used to play with dolls when you were a little girl. You're no different from all the other women who come to this club. You're a cunt-flaunting, cock-teasing whore underneath it all. Now either you spread those luscious thighs for me so I can fit my cock into that prissy pussy of yours, or I'll whomp the daylight out of you and tell everyone you fell on the concrete strip here. Then I'll pass the word around to everyone else who works here that you're an easy lay, and all the men'll be out looking to grab a piece of your cunt. That would cause you to stop coming to the club, and when all your friends ask around, trying to find out why, the word'll get out that you stopped coming because you weren't able to say no to the sleaziest busboy working here."
Bea's mouth fell open in shock. She didn't believe she was hearing this. Was it really possible a man would do such a thing? She knew tennis pros were supposed to be jocks, but she had imagined them to be suave, seductive, knowing the right pace at which to move.
Good God! He had been right, she realized. He had been right in his estimation of her inwardly really wanting an affair, but she had wanted a romantic entanglement, one she would be able to enjoy at her own pace, one that would naturally come about through a certain amount of closeness. She didn't want sex for its own sake. There was no pleasure in that.
Irv had his fingers tangled in her hair, jerking her face so that she was looking at his handsome countenance, an evilly handsome countenance. She lay as if paralyzed when he began unzipping her dress with his free hand, and didn't struggle when he eased it her shoulders and arms. Then he was pulling it below her waist and beneath her buttocks, and off, and she lay there in her light, frilly panties and brassiere. She had nylon footcoverings on, and over them, flat-heeled white shoes. He didn't bother with her shoes. He did force her to sit up by yanking on her hair, and once again, with his free hand, he undid her brassiere snaps, removing the garment from her, then making her lie back so he was able to study her breasts. They weren't huge, but were large enough. For a woman of her age, they stood up nicely, not falling back into her body as she lay back. Her nipples were a pinkish-tan, and she had small areolas surrounding them, the rest being marble-white flesh laced with blue veins. She gasped when he peeled her panties down and tossed them behind him, allowing himself a good look at the light-brown sprinkle of hair covering her pubic mound. Bea shuddered when he tugged her hair again, then said to her, "Now that you've shown me what you have to offer, I think it only fair you see what you're going to get."
With his left hand he undid his belt buckle while kicking off his shoes. In a single, swift motion, he had dropped his pants, and as he stepped out of them, he peeled off his undershorts. His thick, long shaft was there, standing in front of her face, wobbling before her eyes. Bea stared at it, and she ought to have felt disgust. What she felt was a sense of shame for herself because the sight of the long, brown shaft with the purple head, aroused her. It looked too much like her husband's penis, and her husband had always been able to turn her on, right from the first night.
Irv gave her hair another yank, pulling her lovely face closer to his loins, making her more aware than ever of the heat coming from his genitals. Without realizing it, she took a deep breath and inhaled the rich, musky, masculine aroma coming from his groin. It mingled with the deodorant soap he used, to titillate her olfactory senses. As she lay there, Bea Philips realized she was more aroused than ever.
"You need a cock other than the one you've been getting, Mrs. Philips. I know your type. You're the kind who's always been wishing she had the nerve to screw around on the outside, but never went ahead and did it. Well, the time has come to face your wishes, Mrs. Philips. Just think of me as a doctor, a doctor who's going to inject you in various and sundry places with my fleshy hypodermic. I figure all you'll need is one injection to make you realize how badly you are in need of the rest of the treatment."
Bea tried turning her face away, but the tennis pro held her lovely head stady. She whimpered, "Please ... no!"
"Don't try and fool me with that prissy look and those mealy-mouthed words," he snapped at her. "If I let you go now, it'll be just like I said. I'll spread the word around the club that you're the easiest lay here. If you do have the nerve to show up here, even the porters will be out looking to grab your ass. I know your type, Mrs. Philips. This club has become the whole center of your daily existence since you moved out here. You're just like the others. If you have to stay away from here it'll be just like living in exile. So now you tell me, what's it going to be, a good, solid screwing with me, or exile?"
"I ... uhhhhh ... I..." she stammered, realizing she was totally helpless at this point.
There was nothing for her to do. She was a prisoner of this crazy man whom she knew would make good on his threats. Maybe, just maybe, if she pretended to go along with him for a little while, she might be able to break free and call for help. Certainly anyone seeing her running away from his place, screaming, naked though she might be, would understand she was being raped.
"Make up your mind!" he snapped, pulling off his shirt and shoving his groin forward so that his heated masculine extension touched the coolness of her cheek.
Bea was startled enough to jump a little, but she didn't try to pull away. She told herself she didn't do it because it was useless for her to struggle against the man's superior strength. But even as she said this to herself, she was aware of a certain something, a slight loosening of the tightness in her groin, a faint itch between her shuddering thighs, and it made her wonder. Was it possible that deep down the man was totally right? Was it possible she really did want him to rape her the first time so she would be able to convince herself that she had not willingly been unfaithful? Afterward, she would also rationalize, that even though she had been unwilling about it, it no longer mattered whether she was unfaithful once or a dozen times. Was it really possible?
No! No! This vile man was forcing her to allow him to molest her. She would somehow or other have to conduct herself with as much restraint and decency as possible. She would show him by her calm and dignified manner that no matter what he did to her, she was a lady, and she would bear up under his evil.
"You're going to let me get on with it," Irv smiled, looking down at her, suddenly releasing her brown hair, kneeling on the cot between her tantalizingly lovely white thighs. "You're going to let me do anything and everything I want to do, right?"
Feeling totally and completely incapable of resistance, unable to even verbally protest, Bea merely nodded dumbly.
"Yeah, I knew you would," Irv nodded, as well. "I knew it all along. I know the way you women think. I know something else, too. You're telling yourself you're doing it because I threatened you with exposure and the fear of your being no longer able to come to the club. But that's not the real reason, and I think you'll soon understand what I'm saying is the truth. All the other women I've ever fucked at, one time or another, pretended, at one time or another, they were doing it because they felt coerced or forced, but the truth is, each and every one of you wants it. You all want to be fucked. This is what every one of you wants!"
He leaned against Bea, forcing her backward, his hand pushing between her tantalizing thighs. His palm pressed against the hairy mound of her sex and squeezed, and she gasped, "Oh!"
"This hot cunt of yours is the real reason, and no matter what you stuck-up bitches say, you're never really happy unless your cunts are filled with cock."
It was an absolutely filthy, vile, disgusting thing for anyone to say. Bea would have loved to see this man suddenly trapped in the middle of the jungle, caught by some cannibal Amazon women who would feast on him in ways he would never dream of. She was filled with absolute hate and loathing for this man at the present time, actually hating him.
"It's the truth, isn't it, Mrs. Philips?" he asked. "You have an overheated cunt, and that's your real trouble. Why don't you do yourself a big favor and admit it?"
"Must you be insulting as well as disgusting?" she asked.
"Next to frequent injections of a good stiff cock, what you need is some straight talk. You'd be doing yourself a big favor by admitting the truth to yourself. You know, if you told yourself the truth instead of trying to hide things, you might start regaining a modicum of self-respect. Being open and honest with yourself is probably something you've never done, though. If you did, you'd have to admit that everything I've told you so far, is the truth. Well, don't worry, by the time you and I are finished, you'll be admitting the truth to yourself for the first time in your life."
Bea wished she'd be able to find a hole somewhere, crawl into it, then pull it in after her. She hated this man! He made her feel dirty and disgusted with herself. The most shocking thing at the moment was the realization that her body was beginning to betray her, and that she was starting to feel all the things he said she was feeling. She hated this crudely handsome savage of a man, but there was no doubt about his ability to excite her.
Even the rough way he was gripping her vagina, lightly Fingering it, was building arousal in her. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Her husband was always the kindest, most loving, most gentle of men, and he knew how to build flames of desire in her without having to show off how macho he was.
Shame filled her as she slowly sank down flatly on the cot, allowing her slender white thighs to spread so he was able to settle on top of her.
"You lovely slut," he whispered. "See, you're nothing but a cock-teasing, adorable whore at heart!" he whispered, his hands now moving over her entire body, lighting fires wherever they touched. "You're really well put-together. I've seen chicks half your age who haven't got bodies as good as yours."
He forced her naked thighs even wider apart, salivating as he looked down at her, admiring her nakedness, enjoying the sight of her wobbling mammarial mounds and her dark-clefted V. He ran a finger into the slit between her tantalizing vaginal lips and he nodded, saying, "For a woman who's had three kids, you have one tight little opening down there. You're really elastic. There are few enough women who are really elastic in that area. Hell! I'll bet if they shoved a barber pole into that pussy of yours, it would stretch to take it, and then snap back to its original tightness. Yeah, you're really one helluva woman, and to think you've been letting all this go to waste for so many years. I mean, a guy as successful as your husband probably didn't have that much time for you while he was making his money, am I right? You really need a lot more love and affection than you've received."
"I've had quite an ample share," she gasped.
"Not nearly enough," he insisted, and he suddenly rammed first one finger, then a second one into the narrowness of her wetly sucking gully, enjoying the tight way her cunt gripped him.
Bea winced and gasped, "YOU'RE ... UHHH ... HURTING ME!"
The man looked at her through narrowed eyes and smiled, slowly moving his fingers around inside her, widening her a little, saying, "I don't want to hurt you, Mrs. Philips. I want you to enjoy this, because the next time we get together, you'll be the one who'll come looking for me. I have a feeling you and I are going to fuck a lot, an awful lot. It'll be a pleasure to fuck you, too. You're a special lady. You're not just beautiful, you're sexy, you're intelligent, and you're internally constructed for good fucking. So I'm going to fuck you good and proper from now on. Hurt you? Well, maybe a little at first, until you get used to my cock. But the pleasure you receive will wipe out any and all memory of pain. You'll see."
Bea gasped as he opened his fingers inside her, widening her a little more, not really hurting her or causing discomfort, though she was totally unused to the way his fingers were moving around inside her. Her husband had never touched her this way. He pushed his fingers a little deeper, and she writhed, trying to pull away from the man, but he had her solidly pinned down underneath him, and held her in place very easily. "DON'T!" she gasped.
"Unh, unh, unh!" he teased. "You just relax and enjoy it all, honey. I have a feeling you'll love it after awhile."
"ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT!" she gasped, babbling almost hysterically now. "I'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt me!"
"Fine, then you just lie there and let me play with this pussy of yours a little longer. Open those lovely thighs wider, honey!"
Shuddering, she forced herself to relax on the cot, spreading her thighs and lifting her knees, planting her feet flat on the mattress, opening her vaginal muscles, letting him probe inside, seeing the way his fingers sloshed in and out as she stared between her upstanding breasts. His thumb was riding over her clitoris, and this built the heat even higher in her, enlarging it to the point where she felt all aflame, much as she hated to admit it. Soon she was gasping, bucking her loins up and down, and from the glimmer in his eyes she knew he was ready to fuck her. She lay there, glaring at the man as he remained kneeling, between her tawny thighs, his brutish penis rising from a thick outcropping of black, curly hair that covered the lower part of his belly. There was very little hair anywhere else on his belly and chest, and his clean-shaven face was an admittedly handsome one. It had been that deceivingly handsome countenance that had prompted her to ask for the tennis lesson in the first place. But he had read her desires, knowing them even better than she, herself, knew them. As a result, she felt ashamed of herself, not so much for what her subconscious had been thinking, but for having been so transparent. His ability to read her so clearly gave her the option of hating herself or loathing the man, and being only human, she opted to detest the man and retain what little self-respect she had left. Her hate for him rose like bile in her throat, but there was also an underlying fascination, as well. She felt some horrible attraction to his primitive masculinity, and this frightened her even more.
"Yeah, you're some woman," he growled at Bea. "You have tits that would make a teenager green with envy. I'll bet neither of those kids of yours is stacked as well as you."
"You stay away from my daughters!" she growled, suddenly ready to turn into a primitive tigress in defense of her children.
Irv laughed, recognizing more than the mother protecting her cubs in that growl. In spite of the fact that she was about to be raped, the woman was angry at the thought that he might consider any other female while looking at her nakedness.
"I don't want your daughters," he told her. "They're not nearly as interesting as their mother. Next to you, they'd look like a couple of skinny boys. Nah, lady, you're all any man would ever want," he shrewdly told her, knowing his words would mollify the outraged woman in her.
Irv Martin knew his women, and had calculated this one correctly, too. The anger in her instantly subsided, once again giving way to the frightened female who, underneath it all, was looking forward to being raped so she would be able to start on her life of infidelity with the excuse that it had been forced on her. She was half-sobbing with a combination of despair and anguish, though the anguish wasn't from terror, but rather from the hidden thought that he might yet back off, even though she was not consciously aware of such a thought at present.
"Yeah, you're one of those dames who's always been faithful to her husband because she's never had the chance to be anything else," he snapped. "I just hope being a one-man fuck hasn't turned you into a do-nothing-and-lay-there type. Lady, you'd better be one helluva good lay. I'm going through a lot more trouble with you than I usually go through with the ladies who buy 'tennis lessons' from me, so you'd better be worth it."
"I-I'm good!" she gasped, with a sudden subservience that surprised her as she realized that her subconscious desires were indeed coming to the surface.
Irv snorted, as if being derisive, then he took hold of both her legs, gripping her by the calves, lifting and spreading them so he'd be able to stare into her vagina at close range.
"Oh yeah!" he nodded. "You sure have the physical equipment, Mrs. Philips. Look at that lovely gash of yours. Right now, that's all you are to me, one big pussy. You think you're a woman, huh. Well let me tell you, all you are at present is a single cunt from top to bottom."
Beatrice lay back and let out a long breath as she thought back on her life, remembering many of the things her husband used to say in jest when they were in bed together. It was amazing how men seemed to all think alike. Get it straight, honey, he had said. Right now, you're not a woman, not a person, you're just one beautiful vagina. Even though you can walk, talk, eat, hold, kiss, and hug, that doesn't mean a damn thing right now. There's only one thing about you that's really important, and that's the lovely slit between your beautiful thighs. The rest of you is nothing but the means to transport and support that beautiful cunt of yours, keeping it ready for me when I want to use it, bringing it to me when my cock aches for it, and then getting out of the way, opening wide, so that wonderful organ of yours is available to me.
At the time, it had seemed like a game with Carey. He had de-personalized her for his own benefit, and she, in turn, had done the same thing to him, telling him he was nothing but one big length of fleshy fire hose, and all he was good for was the reaming out of her vaginal interior, whether it be with that magnificent organ or with his tongue.
But with Irv Martin it was no game. He was trying to humiliate her to the point where she would be a total sex slave. Well she wasn't going to let that happen to her, not by a long shot. No matter what he did to her, she intended hanging onto herself, maintaining her identity as a person, proud in her individuality. In spite of what he said, she was not just a vagina. She was a human being with her own distinct personality, and she intended remaining just that.
"You like the fact that I'm looking at your cunt, don't you," Irv was saying, his hand caressing her hair-sprinkled labia and gently tugging them wide apart to expose the inner slabs of pink, slippery, jellied flesh. "Well, that's fine with me," he told her, "because I'm going to look and feel to my heart's content. I hate to admit it, Mrs. Philips, but you're more than I bargained for. You're more than just the cunt for which I had you pegged. You're a special kind of cunt, all right." It was the standard line he fed to all women, first tearing down their egos, making them feel ashamed, then building them up his own way so that they were thrilled at the idea of his looking into their vaginas. "I've had me a lot of broads in my time, some older than you, some younger, but not one of them quite as gorgeous as you. I've never really had anything quite like you. Yes indeed, Mrs. Philips, you are something else. That cunt of yours is so tight, I'm wondering if this is gonna fit inside," he said, rubbing the hardness of his stiff cock against the tender white flesh of her right thigh. "I'm hoping my cock won't be too thick for you. I mean, I'd hate to force that beautiful pussy of yours out of shape."
By now, Beatrice realized every word, every action, every motion was deliberately slanted toward the total seduction of her, whether initially humiliating her, or building her up. She was unable to stop herself from blushing, though. It was no longer shame, but the flush of a woman who felt that initial coyness a virgin felt at having a handsome man admire her nakedness. She was unable to keep the blood from her face, just as she was unable to prevent the perverse stir of excitement charging through her now that she looked at the bloated purple glans at the tip of the long, thick brown stalk. It seemed to glow in the cabana, reflecting the sunlight pouring in through the translucent roof. She wondered if this man was Satan himself. Only the Devil would have had such a shiny cock. All the while she felt the urgent need continually building up in her body, a feeling of lust that was taking such total control of her, that she knew she would not only allow him to have his way with her, but if he was skillful enough, she would indeed enjoy it.
Irv finally lowered her lovely thighs and inched himself higher between them to rub the thick, blunt-nosed weapon that was his cannon-shaped cock over the flatness of her white belly. "I want you to feel how hard it is, Mrs. Philips. That hardness has been caused by you. Tell me, don't you just ache to feel it probing inside that hot belly of yours?"
Bea stared, watching the burning rod roll itself back and forth across her trembling middle, and she tried telling herself she hated the dirty thing, if only because of the evil person to whom it was attached. She hated the colorless liquid soiling her with its loathsome touch.
He leaned over, took the corpulent thickness of his penis in his fist, and guided the head over her midriff to butt against the soft undercurve of her lovely breasts. Then he poked it into the valley between them as he kept his weight on his knees to prevent himself from sitting on her lovely belly.
"This is something else I like to do," he said to her as he crushed her lovely breasts tightly together to make a tunnel around the length of his penis. "You know, this feels almost as good as a cunt though I'll bet it doesn't feel as good as your cunt. Still, it might be something to rub for awhile until I shoot. I'd splash the jissum all over that beautiful aristocratic face of yours, Mrs. Philips. Tell me, has anyone ever done that to you before? Have you ever had your nostrils and mouth flooded with sperm?"
Bea shut her eyes tightly, doing her best to shut out the horrible words from her consciousness. No, she was no longer disgusted by it. The man was driving her crazy with lust, but she didn't want him to know it. She was burning with an inner desire, and her thighs began to writhe as her vagina continued oozing the colorless musky syrup it manufactured.
"You're getting very hot now, Mrs. Philips," he told her. "I can smell it," he insisted, slowly moving his long shaft in and out of the improvised tunnel between her beautiful breasts. "You know, you want my cock in that tight pussy of yours, and you want it right now. Why don't you admit it? Well hell, if you won't, then you can just wait a little longer for it. I'm in no particular hurry. I won't charge anything extra if we run over the allotted hour."
"Why are you so insistent on humiliating me?" Bea asked.
"I'm not humiliating you," he told her. "You're humiliating yourself. As a matter-of-fact, I'm treating you better than I do most of the women I know. With all the other women I play the game their way. We play tennis, sometimes for a week, sometimes for a month, when all the time they want to be fucked. Think of it, all that time wasted on a tennis court when the right word would have had us in bed right from the start. I'm being a lot less hypocritical with you than with all those other women, Mrs. Philips. I figure a woman as lovely and as intelligent as you can stand the truth, even if it hits shockingly hard. Once you face facts and accept the fact that we both want the same thing, sex, it'll be easy. In spite of all that you supposedly have to keep you busy around here, you know damned well you're bored. You want some excitement, and that's why you came to me. More, you want sexual excitement. While having the excitement, you want to be reassured that you're still an attractive woman. More than that, you want to see if you can make a younger man, me, fall in love with you. Well, I'll tell you in two words, you can. I'm captivated by you. But I want honesty. I want you to openly admit you want to be fucked before I go ahead and do it."
Bea looked at him with wide-open eyes, realizing she was silently pleading with him. She was consciously sickened by her lust, but it was so strong, so overpowering, she knew she was yielding to it. She had to yield to it.
"PLEASE..." she finally whimpered. "OH PLEASE..."
"Please what, Mrs. Philips?" Irv asked, looking at her straightforwardly, no longer trying to tease her. "I feel the only way there can be honesty between us is if you openly tell me exactly what it is you want me to do. I want to make sure you no longer consider yourself too good for the-likes of me. Just what is it that you want?"
"You know what it is I want," she gasped, wriggling her hips upward as she spoke. "You've told me often enough about it in the past few minutes. So give it to me."
"Oh I know what it is you want," he nodded. "But we have to make sure you openly know what it is. I know you're a genteel woman who normally doesn't use such language, but with me that's precisely what you're going to have to do. Come on, say the words, force yourself! Allow that beautiful mouth of yours to say all the dirty words as well as the nice ones. After all, they're just words."
"Oh no, please! Don't make me say such vile things! Just do it and get it over and done with!"
"Sorry, Mrs. Philips, but I respect you much too much to 'just do it and get it over and done with.' I want you to understand how much you really want this, and the only way for you to understand that is for you to ask for it the right way," he told her, rolling his penis between her solid breasts. "You know, I can end all this here and now by simply rubbing my cock back and forth right here, between your boobs, and getting off while you get nothing."
"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE..." she begged, "I can't stand this!" She was moaning, biting her lower lip, rolling her head from side to side. This man certainly knew how to set her going, doing it in a way her husband had never done. But then Carey, in his own way, was just as arousing, only he went about it slowly, in an entirely different manner. It was the difference in the attitudes of the two men that was setting her off. She realized it now. It wasn't that she loved her husband any less, but rather that this approach was so unlike anything else to which she had become accustomed, that her senses were inflamed as they had been when her husband had initially seduced her, more than twenty-one years earlier.
"Say the right words," Irv insisted. "Believe me, you'll feel better for having said them. You know, differentiating between me and any other guy for whom you might fuck in the future will make sex that much livelier for you. I figure you never used such words with your husband, so I wanna make sure you don't confuse the two of us. Come ahead and use the words with me, baby."
Bea stared at the long, thick, drooling, purple-crowned, pulsating monster that had it's sticky tip so close to her chin, and she knew she was going to do precisely as this man ordered. She ached to be fucked, ached for it, needed it. So she tightly clenched her jaw and forced the vile words past her lips, hurling them at him with a kind of inner defiance.
"FUCK ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she all but shrieked. "FUCK ME! PUT THAT THICK COCK OF YOURS ALL THE WAY INSIDE MY CUNT! FUCK ME UNTIL MY ASS FALLS
OFF!"
"Now that's exactly what I want to hear," the young man triumphantly told her. "That's the kind of thing that'll make the relationship between you and me different from the one you have with your husband and still be good. With hubby, you can be a tigress, though a proper one. With me, I want to see the out-and-out bitch that will override the proper lady that's in you."
"HURRY IT UP, HURRY IT UP!" the lovely woman moaned as he slowly backed down her lovely body, letting his rigid battle-axe drag its blunted head along her flesh and so flay her carnal senses that much more. She hurled her anxious groin upward, throwing it at him, doing her best to try and capture the throbbing, distended organ with her sucking cunt lips.
"Hey, you really are one cock-hungry lady," he nodded, forcibly restraining himself, for though he wouldn't admit it to her, she had aroused him far beyond any other female he had ever known. He strained, dabbing the tip of his shuddering cock into her lubricious feminine trough. "You really do want to get fucked. Now let me hear, Mrs. Philips, what would you do to get my cock?"
"Anything!" she wept, panting in the depths of her inner arousal. I'd do anything, anything and everything!" She found herself totally beyond self-control, even though part of her mind was still cool and rational enough to make her realize how wantonly she was behaving. She ought to be contemptuous of herself, but she wasn't.
"All right," he told her. "In the future, when we get together, and we will, because you're going to come to me and beg for it, I want you to remember what you said here and now. You'll do anything I want."
"YESSSSS ... ANYTHINNNNNNG!" she cried.
"Okay," he told her. "You earned it, so you're gonna get it!"
Leaning forward, he braced himself on stiffened arms as she reached down and guided the head of his penis into her narrow hole. He slammed it into the tightness of her palpitating passageway with a single hard and driving stroke. The beautiful woman groaned with delight at being so suddenly and delightfully filled.
"AAAANNNNNHHHHH! YESSSSSSSSSSS! THAT'S GOOD! HARDER ... DRIVE IT IN HARDER!" she begged, lifting her rounded ass-cheeks from the mattress in order to suck him inside her that much more deeply.
"Beautiful lady," he whispered, suddenly very tender, kissing her mouth and bringing rapture to her, "just shut up and fuck!"
His penis pounded into her with bone-jarring force. It battered her tender tunnel again and again.
At this point Bea no longer heard what he was saying. She didn't care. Her entire body was vibrantly aflame, burning as it hadn't burned for cock since her husband had initially taught her to like sex. She arched her lovely curved back and slid back and forth along the full length of the penetrating rod. There was no gentleness in the movement of the beautiful woman, nor was there gentleness in the way Irv slammed his cock into her. It was a violent fucking, the kind she had never known with her husband, and therefore it was all the more enjoyable. Her conscience was sated with the thought that she had been forced into this, and was now telling herself that she had been unfaithful this first time, there was no reason for her not to be unfaithful again and again and again. Irv was using her, and she was paying for it, but that was all right, because she was using him, too. Yes, she would be back for more, and she would pay him more, but one day, and it would not be too far in the future, she would fuck for other men, men she would not have to pay, men who would be more than happy to pay her, not necessarily with money, but with gifts.
The penis pounding into her was not an instrument of love, but merely one of sex. She was so on fire, Bea knew she would not be able to stave off an orgasm. In fact, one was imminent at the moment, and she felt it overwhelming her, totally and completely. He hammered and battered at her with no thought other than that of total physical pleasure for the two of them. She knew he had subdued her for the moment, and whenever they did get together, she would do anything he wanted. Yet she didn't feel humiliated any longer. On the contrary, far from feeling offended, the lovely woman discovered her body loved the rough way it was being treated. Her sensitive soul had been initially offended, but her body was now glorying in the pounding it was receiving, thrilling to the way the man was grinding into her, enjoying being assaulted and conquered instead of merely being loved. She didn't want to be loved by this particular male. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how much she preferred a straight sexual bond between them with nothing emotional. He had done her a favor. So many women suddenly fall in love with men with whom they have affairs. Irv had shown her how foolish she would have been to expend her emotions on any man other than her husband. She was delighted by the impersonality of it all.
"MORE! MORE! MORE!" she heard herself grunting.
In reply, the handsome tennis pro gripped her by the shoulders and began driving mercilessly at her, beating her tender vagina with his own groin until she found herself flopping about like a string-less marionette.
Pressing the flats of her feet into the mattress beneath her, the beautiful brown-haired woman ground her pelvis right back at him and wrapped her arms around his upper body, trying to drive her breasts right through his chest. Her thighs now wrapped themselves around his flanks and began churning against them as she pivoted on her hips, doing her best to rotate her clinging lubricious feminine cove around the relentless solidity of his throbbing penis.
"Holy shit!" Irv gasped, "Where in blazes did you learn something like that? I feel like I'm being crushed to death in a wine press."
Bea smiled to herself, realizing as much as this man was able to teach her, so was she able to show him a thing or two. She strained forward, stretching her arms out, then sinking her perfectly manicured, plastic-coated nails into the flatness of his hairless rump to urge the man on to greater fury, yearning for him to pierce her to the maximum depth. His weight was on her now, and she lifted him upward with the sheer frenzy of her inner passion, all the while spinning and churning her pelvis and rocking him against her cunt.
" YYYAAANNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGG HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHHH GGGLLLLAAAAUUUUWWWWAAAANNNN GHHHHUUUGGGHHHH!" the man bellowed, and she was well aware of his throbbing phallus jetting semen into her, spraying her cunt with the thick, viscous whiteness manufactured inside his own body.
"HHHAAAIIIYYYEEEAAAGGGHHHHHH IIINNNGGGHHHAAARRRUUUNNNGGGHHEEEAAAIIIAAANNNGGGHHH!" she shrieked in response, moving wildly under him, her burning vagina starting to throb uncontrollably, then spasming again and again as she followed him over the top, sobbing and pounding her head against the pillow behind her, feeling the orgasm reach to the depths of her and shake her with frightening ferocity.
All too soon it was over, and the two of them lay there for awhile. Then they both stirred, and Bea said, "Tomorrow, same time."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, sounding almost subservient.
CHAPTER TWO
Carey Philips, Beatrice's husband, was always working. He enjoyed selling insurance. After all, he was only helping people by making them buy monetary protection for themselves, their businesses, and their families. Therefore he felt no conscience pangs when he occasionally had to use his sexual prowess to convince a woman to make an insurance purchase. After all, he was only being unfaithful so he'd be able to protect and support his wife and family.
At the age of forty-five, Carey still looked good. To be sure, there were a couple of gray hairs in his head, but not many. His hair was still, for the most part, jet-black. His natural tan had become even more tanned since moving to Cochise, and because he was so active, his six-foot frame was still lean and spare in spite of his wife's teasing claims that she was certain he was starting to develop a pot belly.
The object of Carey's attention at the present time was Mrs. Fred Powell, whose husband did nothing without her consent. Fred Powell was the head of the new nitrate plant that would be built about twenty-five miles away from Cochise, and he would employ about five hundred workers. Naturally, insuring the entire plant would be another feather in Carey's prominent insurance cap. But the way to Fred Powell was through Ursula, his wife. Ursula was a woman about Carey's own age, forty-five, and was still quite lovely, though her features were almost hard. Her blonde hair was very short, almost in a boyish bob, and though she had a slender figure with small breasts, there was nothing mannish about her.
At the moment she was dressed in blue slacks and a white blouse, and she was wrinkling her small, upturned nose at the bad shot she had made on the skeet-shooting range. Carey, who was standing beside her, dressed in black slacks and a white shirt, was trying to show her how to handle the rifle.
"Come on," she snapped at him. "Don't be afraid of touching me. Show me the right way to hold and sight this damn gun. So he moved directly behind her, and he was well aware of the way she was rubbing her behind against his penis, making no effort to hide the fact that she was enjoying the feel of it. Since the two of them were alone on the skeet-shooting range, except for the man handling the skeets, some hundred yards away, behind some bushes, she felt perfectly safe in letting him know the relationship between them was definitely going to be something more than business-like.
He had his arm around her now, showing her how to hold the shotgun, and his other hand was showing her how to caress the trigger.
"Pull!" he yelled.
The skeet came sailing into mid-air, and he wanted to show her how to lead it, but she fired before he expected her to do so. The suddenly loud noise of the gun going off startled the two of them. He hadn't expected her to fire that quickly, and the recoil was so sudden, she lurched back, letting the shotgun fall, her body pressing its full length against his as she began shaking.
"Hey," he said, laughing a little to take the tension out of her. "Don't forget, these things have quite a kick to them. I suppose it's my fault for not telling you."
He began gently massaging her smooth shoulders through her blouse as she continued leaning back against him, her breath coming in short, spasming pants. She continued trembling, and his arms encircled her, holding her tightly. Her soft flesh, where the shotgun stock had been pressing into her shoulder, felt good to his kneading fingers, and he slowly began enlarging the circular motions he was making until he felt the gentle slope of her swollen breast beneath her tightly clinging blouse. It wasn't a large breast, smaller than the lovely mammaries sported by his wife, but very firm. He was aware of her shuddering violently at his exploring touch and she moaned, almost as if in pain, bumping her creviced split back against the front of his pants, forcing his penis to stiffen and struggle upward inside the confining material.
An irresistible, sudden impulse made the man's hand suddenly move further down, his fingers slipping gently around the curving swell of her small breast until he was massaging and cupping the surprising fullness of such small mammaries. Her flesh was firm and supple, and she gasped as he began kneading the tenderness that was her delectable warm flesh as it pushed her tight white blouse out slightly.
"Not here," she gasped, as he kept kneading softly at the tender flesh. "Not out in the open where we can be seen."
He pulled away from her and shouted, "Jerry, that'll be all for today. Mrs. Powell hurt her shoulder with the recoil."
"Yes sir," the man behind the bushes some distance away replied.
They saw him make his appearance, carrying the skeet sling, and he walked off toward the clubhouse. Carey was all set to suggest they go to his car and drive to a little motel he knew of where he'd had more than one discreet rendezvous, but Ursula merely smiled at him and led him to a small clump of trees and bushes that were growing off to the side. She pulled him into the middle of them, then turned and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, hard. Her tongue slashed into his mouth, and she shivered against him, feeling the stiffness of his erection.
"I want you," he whispered into her ear.
"We can't, not today," she told him, turning her back to him, letting his hands cup her firm breasts again. "My husband will be home early today, and that means he'll want sex."
Carey brought his fingers together and pinched her nipples between them. Because she was telling him she wasn't able to fuck, the insurance salesman thought she would try pushing his hands away. Instead, she began a soft moaning in her throat, and now she started to once agian rub her resilient buttocks firmly against his penis, pushing all the harder. She moved her ass-cheeks in a narrow, circling motion, and was more than aware of how erect his penis stood.
Abruptly, he felt her delightful hand sliding between their tightly pressed bodies. He was aware of the way she was running her fingers appreciatively up the full length of his rigidly throbbing penis, making it twitch that much more.
"You know what?" she whispered, turning her lovely face and looking at him. "Even though you can't fuck me, I can sort of give you a little something on account this time. Lie down, honey, and let's allow that wonderful arrow of yours to point at the sky." .
Carey felt perspiration starting to form on his brow as electricity began charging through his body. Hell! The day was pleasant, but it wasn't hot enough for him to perspire. His right hand reached across to her left breast, his arm pressing into her right one. He dug his fingers firmly into the small, apple-shaped roundness of the orb, tweaking it and pulling at the outthrust nipple as it pushed through her brassiere and blouse.
As he stood there, feeling her squeezing, stroking fingers take the full measure of his throbbingly upright penis, her hand dipped very suddenly and cupped the heavy fullness of his testicular sac, feeling the ovals jump inside the scrotum. Her grip was so tight, for a moment he feared she would squeeze until he felt pain. His teeth had been set on edge and burning pyres of flaming delight charged through his shuddering loins.
Using her breast for leverage, he roughly twisted her lithe form around to face him again. His fingers dug into the tightly squeezed breast, and he was aware she had shut her eyes to enjoy the feeling he was causing to charge through her.
She slowly turned toward him, groaning very softly, her eyes momentarily open and glazed. She had a full mouth, and the lips were now slightly parted and aimed toward his face, wanting him to kiss her again. The moist, pink tip of her delicate tongue came flicking over her pretty lips. As he gently pressed his own parted lips against hers, their tongues suddenly leaped out and began fiercely dueling. He was aware of the hard tips of her small breasts boring firmly into her chest as he clutched her tightly against his body. She sinuously slid up and down, causing more, inflammatory desire to course through him. Then, raising herself onto her toes as she felt him moving his hands over the curving indentations of her narrowly tapering waist, she writhed when his palms slid behind her and began massaging the fullness of her tightly rounded buttocks. He noted how fully fleshed her ass-cheeks were for such a slender woman. She lifted her narrowly undulating pelvis so that she was able to press the softly quivering V at the top of her thighs against the lust-bloated point of his shuddering phallic lance. He moaned into her hotly wet, small mouth and rammed the tightly bound length of his rod repeatedly into her, letting it massage the hidden softness of the vaginal opening he knew he would not be plumbing that particular day. The force of his slamming his cock at her inaccessible cunt literally lifted her feet off the ground again and again, over and over.
He worked a hand between her thighs and slipped an extended middle finger teasingly along the tautly covered crevice separating her lightly jiggling buttocks. Then he pushed the finger lower and into the crevice between her thighs where he felt her juices making her slacks wet as she rubbed her cunt back and forth against the extended digit. She squeezed his hand crushingly between her resilient upper thighs and ground herself firmly against his probing finger, making hungry little mewling sounds into his heatedly smothering mouth. She was one hot bitch, she was, and she was good-looking, too. More often than not, in his line of business, Carey had found himself occasionally forced to screw a scrawny looking thing, or sometimes a fat woman who never got enough sex. In any case, this was a woman who was good-looking, hot to trot, and vibrantly arousing.
Abruptly her tongue pulled itself from the depths of his mouth, and he was aware of her attempts to suddenly try freeing herself. Thinking she was trying to escape from him all of a sudden, since she had already told him she wasn't going to fuck for him that day, he held her all the more tightly against the firmness of his muscular body, aching to treat her in the rough way he had never treated his own wife. But then her hands left the nape of his neck where she had been delicately, tantalizingly running the tips of her fingers through his dark hair and around to the sensitive skin of his ears. She slowly raked her fingernails over his back, letting him feel them through his shirt, then brought her hands around in front and made him pull his stomach back just enough so that she was able to reach down and feel the rock solidity of his throbbingly burgeoning penis. Unable to resist her, he grunted softly and finally relaxed, reluctantly letting her slip away from his clinging embrace.
Slowly, very slowly, kissing his chest through his shirt, she fell to her knees in the high grass. Her face pressed itself into his belly as her fingers began searching for the zipper of his dark pants. His ears picked up the sound of what seemed like something ripping and realized she was pulling down his zipper. Before he understood precisely what was happening, her hand was burrowing inside the opening, her agile fingers tugging at his undershorts until she had pulled the elastic band below his groin. At the same time her other hand undid his belt and tugged his pants down around his knees, as well.
At last, his heavily quivering penis, long, tan, and thick, with a large knob, was standing free in the open air. The tip was wet and sticky, and only inches from her beautiful face. She smiled at it, as if to let it know everything was going to be all right.
Carey felt the light breeze cool his rigidly burning stiffness for an instant as she pulled her beautiful face away from his body and gazed at his thickness admiringly. She was too intelligent to break the spell of the moment by giving him some verbal compliment. Her eyes said all that needed saying.
He watched, fascinated, and his knees trembled from the effect of his passion as the lovely blonde woman's saliva-wet tongue darted out and began licking heatedly at the gleaming little droplet of clear fluid slowly seeping from the little slit in the tip of the smooth rubbery head of his jumping cock.
"UUUNNNHHHH ... OOOHHHH!" he moaned, unable to contain himself as he stared down at the face of the woman whose husband would give him his largest insurance account, yet.
She was poised on her knees before him with her extended pink tongue slowly and carefully circling the softly pulsating head of his throbbing penis. Just looking at her this way was enough to send chills rushing wildly through him, causing goose bumps to be raised all over his skin.
Carey reached down and took a handful of her beautiful blonde hair in his fingers, and he slowly brought her moistly oval lips closer and closer to his painfully throbbing penile head. He gasped as he finally felt Ursula enclose his throbbing thickness in the warmth of her ovaled lips, enjoying the gentle way she clamped his corona inside her mouth. The wildly aching feeling made him shudder, and he ached to roar his lust to the world. Only the knowledge that they might be heard kept him from shouting. But he was unable to restrain himself any longer, and he powered his throbbing penis into her loving mouth, driving it in uncaringly. Her mouth remained hot and wet, closing just enough to give him stronger sensations as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Even then, when he wanted to stop and pull back, she sank her nails into his buttocks, making him push his cock-head into her gullet, squeezing her esophagus around the penile point, causing the man to gasp. He had sincerely believed his wife was the only woman who knew how to do that. The woman was incredible!
He slowly began a back-and-forth motion, moving his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. The movement made his penis swell that much more, causing it to thicken against her compressing lips.
The sight of his stiffened shaft of thick flesh locked between the pink ribbons of her delightfully rounded lips intensified the lustfully mounting feelings building inside the man, and he stared with rapt attention at the delightful sight of her actions. His penis was now wetly glistening, soaked as it was with her saliva, and reflecting sunlight each time she pulled her head back to reveal the monumental organ. It looked like the broad stump of a water-soaked log, and her lovely mouth, pulling on it, made it pulsate all the more intensely. At the same time she was gently massaging the softly resilient skin of the man's testicles with her left hand, while her right hand continued gripping his buttocks, preventing him from pulling back too far.
Rhythmically, she moved her head back and forth, letting him feel the swirling movement of her tongue as it spun maddeningly around his throbbing extension. Each time her head pulled back, the tip of her tongue encircled his coronal rim, then pulled back to touch the little slit in the tip before she made an O of her lips again and sucked the full length of his throbbing penis right back in again. His eyes continued to watch, noting the way the blonde crown continued bobbing back and forth below him, the obscenely delightful sight of her slaving away arousing and exciting him all the more.
He saw the way she unhesitatingly filled her mouth with the entire column of his cock again and again, bringing him total pleasure, and he began to realize that this woman, like his wife, was one of those few females capable of taking pleasure in giving as well as receiving. How many times had his wife climaxed while blowing him? From the way this woman was sucking, it was obvious she was edging toward a similar climax herself.
Ursula continued filling her oral cave with his throbbing length, feeling the wonderfully pulsating reaction as she began sucking harder, and yet a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging very gently into the shuddering flesh of his organ, feeling stiffness beneath the outer layer of soft flesh, leaving small, white trails where they scraped the surface of the otherwise tan skin.
She shifted her position a little so she was able to pull his pants down around his ankles and free his knees, giving him more comfort, well aware of the importance of comfort at a time like this. The hand feeling his balls reached between his thighs, one finger placing itself inside his anal crack, using the fingertip to play with the rectal pucker, teasing the sensitive opening again and again. This brought even deeper moans from the depths of his chest.
All the while her tongue continued to teasingly twirl around and around the ever-stiffening length of penile pipe, pulling his loins up that much more tightly to her passion-bloated face, her features contorted with the lust she was feeling while doing this.
Carey knew his cock was near the bursting point. He shuddered, enjoying the way she took the full length of his cock into her gullet every time she moved her head forward, not afraid to swallow as much as possible. He often wondered how his own wife did it. Surely she would choke at one time or another, but she never did. Nor did Ursula at the moment. She continued sucking anxiously, moving her head faster and faster, sucking more and more noisily, the air filled-so it seemed to him-with her passionate sucking sounds. She seemed so oblivious to anything and everything save the need that had built in her as the pulsating rod continued pumping in and out of her lovely mouth, and she hungrily continued sucking it.
There was no doubt about the vibrant sensation building in Ursula's body. She had learned from her husband a long, long time ago how sensual an animal she really was. Unfortunately, after the first few years, Fred had paid more attention to his business than his wife, while she had gotten more and more passionate with the passage of time. She knew her husband had to be unfaithful to her at sometime or other, because he was a sexual animal who wasn't able to go without a good climax for any length of time. Yet he was not coming to her for his satisfaction. So she had embarked on a little infidelity of her own, discreetly of course, choosing her men with great care. Fortunately, her husband never made an important business decision without bringing it home to her at the end of the day and talking it over with her. In this way she discovered herself able to meet and make love with many capable men, of whom Carey Philips was only the latest.
She moved her head faster now, the knob of his stiff penis massaging those hidden nerve-endings in her gullet that would bring her to her own satisfaction in less than a second, now. She was at that moment in her existence where she had to attain her climax, and reach it she did. The penis clogging her gullet prevented her from making a loud sound, though Carey heard the, "GGGGLLLUUURRRCCCHHHGGGLLLUUUPHHHUUUCCCHHHNNNGGGLLLRRRWWWLLLGGGLLLPHHHMMMPHHHAAAUUUCCCHHHGGHHH!" It came from the depths of her throat as her orgasm charged through her, and she inwardly smiled, knowing there were very few women capable of attaining any kind of climax without removing some article of clothing.
She sucked even harder now, determined to reward the man for having helped her achieve her own satisfaction. Carey was aware of great storms of heat building up in the throbbing depths of his aching testicles. He saw the perspiration rolling down the side of the beautiful blonde's face in thin droplets as she bucked and bobbed her lovely head back and forth, a living machine suddenly gone totally out of control. Her blouse was pulled all the more tightly around her body with her movements, and he saw the tips of her nipples moving, beckoning the sperm to come out of him. They came into contact with his nakedly straining thighs again and again.
Then the muscles of his stomach began tightening until he felt he would snap in two because of a possible cramp. Tension flooded him as he arched his back, thrusting his naked thighs closer and closer to her beautiful face, jamming his thick penile head even further down her gullet. Her beautiful face was now partially obscured each time it pushed forward, and blonde hairs were clinging to her lovely, sweat-soaked cheeks, cheeks that alternately bloated and hollowed with the movements of her sucking. He fucked his cock harder and faster into that wonderful buttery mouth, thrilling to the wetness of her clinging lips; thin, pink ridges of flesh clinging avariciously to the burgeoning shaft each time his pulsing penis pulled back.
He groaned and gasped again and again, his own lips working crazily as he mumbled softly, incoherently, incomprehensibly as he clenched his teeth tightly, realizing the moment had arrived, and he had to be careful not to shout out his lust.
He gritted his teeth tightly together, gasping between them. The moment was finally there, and he started a low, guttural sound somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the heat of the steaming seminal fluid begin its maddening rush from the hidden receptacles of his twin testicles and start spewing in thin streams deep into her ravenously sucking mouth. She was obviously as expert at this as his own wife, though in a different way, so that if he were blindfolded and asked to identify whose mouth was sucking his cock, he would at least be able to differentiate between this one and that of Beatrice. Her passion-flushed cheeks continued expanding and contracting, hollowing fish-like as she greedily swallowed the heatedly flooding jets of seminal fluid, pulling it down her throat as quickly as he was unleashing it, sucking until his cock had turned into a limp caterpillar and was incapable of shooting anymore.
"OOOHHHH!" he gasped, when she had finished, and was helping him pull up his pants. "I can't believe it!"
"What can't you believe?" she asked.
"That there's another woman in the whole world who really knows how to suck a cock."
"Another woman?" she asked.
"Yeah, well, to be perfectly honest, you and my wife are neck and neck in the cocksucking championship runoff."
"I'm sure your wife would be flattered to hear you making comparisons," Ursula smiled, licking her lips as he buckled his belt. "How many are there in your family?" she asked.
"My wife, my two daughters, and my son," he replied.
"Hmmm, we should get together socially," she told him. "I think this will help influence my husband in your favor. He wanted to keep the insurance he had with his other companies. However, if you can become socially acquainted with him as well as in a business way, I'm quite certain Fred will be more than happy to give you his business, especially when he learns that you already handle all the insurance for Fairfax Machinery. After all, it was Mr. Fairfax who influenced Fred and had him start a new business near Cochise."
"Yes, well Cochise is Mr. Fairfax's pet project," Carey nodded. "However, my son has gone away to Arizona U., so all I have at home are my wife and two daughters, neither of whom has any desire to go to college."
"Splendid. I'm certain my son Edward will be only too happy to entertain your daughters. He works for his father. Everyone calls him Duke, and I think he would prefer you do that, too."
"Fine," Carey told her. "I'm looking forward to our first social meet."
CHAPTER THREE
Duke Powell didn't get his nickname because he liked John Wayne, nor did he get it because his father had once been a Brooklyn Dodger baseball fan and liked Duke Snider. It was a nickname that attached itself to him while he was still in elementary school.
Having just finished college, now twenty-two, he had come into his father's chemical business determined to be successful. He had started working in the nitrate plant at the bottom, learning about fertilizer, discovering how there just wasn't enough natural fertilizer to go around in spite of all the waste matter constantly eliminated. Chemical fertilizer was a definite necessity, and a plant out here in the southwest was perfect since Arizona wasn't that far away from many of the agricultural states.
Being the son of the boss, he had, quite naturally, been promoted through the ranks in a matter of weeks, and now and again, he liked to take a little time off from work. So while his mother was being soundly fucked in the mouth by Carey Philips, and while Bea Philips was being delightedly fucked by the tennis pro at the SWAP club, Duke was preparing for a game of tennis himself. He had reserved a court for eleven-fifteen, and he was there now, watching the two blonde sisters in the next court play.
He had brought one of those machines with him that shoot out tennis balls, and he had intended practicing with it, but looking at the two lovely blondes, he decided his heart definitely was not in tennis. So he stood and watched the girls play.
Duke was five-feet eleven, and unlike his father, he was not bald, nor was it-likely he would ever go bald. He had brown hair, brown eyes, a small, almost pug nose, and a thin mouth. He had round cheeks which gave him a happy appearance, which was not altogether untrue, since Duke had always been a happy youth, and was now a happy man. He did have a special fondness for members of the opposite sex, especially older ones. However, when there were no older ones around, girls like Anna and Karen Philips attracted him.
When the girls took a break, Karen, the one with the caramel blonde hair, said she had to go powder her nose and would be back shortly, and so the moment she was gone, Duke struck up a conversation with Anna, the older sister.
Anna had long, platinum-blonde hair, and it was natural blonde. She had the face of an urchin who had yet to grow up, with a short, turned-up nose and big heart-shaped lips. Her gray eyes were wide pools that would easily swallow a man. She had a lithe form, much like that of Duke's mother, and he had to admit to himself that he did have a bit of an Oedipus complex, though it was something only he would ever know about. So whenever he saw a blonde with small breasts, a slender waist, and skinny hips, he somehow always equated her with his mother, and as a result had an overpowering desire for her.
Long before Karen had returned, Duke had gotten Anna to agree to date him, and he told her he would be by to pick her up at her house later that evening. Karen returned just in time to hear the tail-end of the conversation. Being without a date of her own, Karen resolved she would spy on her sister when Anna brought Duke home from the date later that evening, if only to pass the time. She had no idea it was going to lead to an interesting evening of her own.
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen's parents had gone out for the evening, as had Anna, and the eighteen-year-old girl had to content herself with watching cable television most of the evening. She turned the set off about ten and went up to her bedroom. The Philips family lived in a two-story frame home with fourteen rooms. The upstairs had four bedrooms, so Karen had one of her own. She lay awake for some time, and then she heard the car pulling up. Getting out of bed, she padded, in her nightgown, to the window, and looked out. It was her sister and the man known as Duke Powell. She watched as they came into the house, then listened to them downstairs. She heard them coming upstairs, she pretended to be asleep, listing as the two of them went into Anna's bedroom, ostensibly so Anna would be able to show Duke her record collection.
Karen opened her door a little and saw that there was no light coming from Anna's room. Anna had left the door partially open in case her parents came home. She wanted to hear them.
Sneaking out of her room very quietly, her eyes accustomed to the dark, she got to Anna's room just in time to see a small light go on, inside. Peering through the partially open door, herself hidden in darkness, Karen silently gasped as she saw her sister undressing. Anna was whispering to Duke, who was still clothed.
"I'm a virgin," Anna was saying. 'I'd like to keep things that way, at least a little while longer."
"No sweat!" Duke told her. "Tonight, I'll do for you. On the next date, you'll find a way to do for me. Fair enough?"
"You're a terrific guy, Duke," Anna replied. "I had a good time tonight. We'll have to go to those rock places more often."
Anna lay on her bed, and Karen edged a little closer to watch. She, herself, had not lost her virginity, nor had she really allowed any boy to play with her as Anna was doing, and she decided if a man was as attractive as Duke, she might well permit him to play games with her, just as Anna was doing. In fact, an idea was beginning to form in her head.
She watched, seeing Duke lie beside Anna, seeing how gentle he was, and the more she saw, the more determined she was that she would have this same man make love to her somehow. One thing was certain, and that was, Anna wasn't going to tire him out tonight.
Damned! Duke was thinking to himself, touching the blonde girl as she lay there, smiling. He had equated her with his mother, and in so doing, had temporarily fallen in love with her. His excited gaze moved passionately over her slender form, his eyes delightedly drinking in the way the very gentle hollows contrasted with the boyish curves of her alabaster thighs. He let his gaze linger over her sloping hips for the moment, and then they moved up to the small, full swells of her orange-sized breasts.
His hands now began to take the route his eyes had taken only moments before, trailing heatedly down over the length of her tantalizing, trembling body. His fingers slowly slid along her quiveringly anxious thighs, teasing back and forth in the delicate crevice between them. Then his hands began pressing upward, still very gently, his fingertips tracing slowly in an ever-narrowing circle over the soft, ivory white flesh, for Anna, like her mother, and unlike her sister, neither tanned nor burned. Her flesh remained a delicate white at all times.
Duke's fingers electrically brushed against the first golden hairs of the carefully guarded treasure nestling between her sweet, tantalizing thighs, and Anna gasped.
The beautiful nineteen-year-old girl smiled, her long, slender and silky thighs stirring slightly from the delighted stimulus she was feeling. Her arms quivered and she was tempted to resist, because she had never let any man go this far with her before. In fact, the only reason why Duke had gotten this far was because of a bet they had made on a particular rock group while out. The bet had been for money, and when Anna had lost, she shamefacedly had admitted she had no money. Duke told her he would not take money from her if she agreed to let him touch and kiss her all over. He had promised he would not penetrate her when she had insisted on retaining her virginity.
The older girl suddenly found her pelvis tilting upward in an unconscious reaction to the delightfully lewd probing of the man's knowledgeable hand. Duke knew just how to touch a girl, having inherited his father's natural genius for making love.
Anna suddenly became afraid she would like this too much and she might actually ask the man to take her virginity. As a result, she willed her loins to retreat, drawing away from his magnetic touch and softly grinding her totally naked buttocks back into the mattress in an effort to escape from his advances.
Duke pulled his fingers back, not wanting to force himself on the girl in any way or get her prematurely frightened. His hands slid around and underneath her soft hips, feeling them flex involuntarily until he was cupping her smooth buttocks and squeezing them.
Karen watched, wild-eyed with desire, more sensually alive then her sister, wishing it were she and not her sister Duke was touching. She would know better than to extract any definite promises from him to respect her virginity. Hell! Eighteen years was long enough to be a virgin. It was time to lose that bothersome maidenhead, and Duke Powell was just the man to do it for her. Let her sister tease the hell out of him, for now. This would only make Duke that much more willing her her turn came.
Anna winced a little, hardly believing her own reactions to all that was happening. It had hurt a little, at first, but then it felt good, really good. It was just the way she had always imagined it would feel when she was with a man, and she shuddered when his finger touched her maidenhead. She was still frightened of pain, otherwise she probably would have let him remove her hymen. Still, the man had promised "to do" for her tonight, without making any demands of her, and that meant sheer, unalloyed bliss, supposedly.
Her mind stopped thinking as the man's knowledgable hands began brushing softly, rhythmically beneath and around the smoothness of her soft hips. Though still apprehensive, she decided she had to accept the ecstasy of his maddening touch.
Once again his hand slid upward, moving with a sudden directness as they traveled to the soft, curly strands of her golden pubic hair-though her pelvic curls were a shade darker than the hair on her head-and his warm palm lay flush against the wetly pulsating swell of her vaginal mound. She shuddered as she felt the pulse in his thumb merging with the beat of her own wriggling thighs.
This time there was absolutely no resistance to his hand as he tenderly, carefully pressed the length of his middle finger between the tantalizingly oily folds of her inflamed and aroused vagina, sending uncontrolled spasmodic waves of total ecstasy charging through her love-starved, aching body.
"UUUUUUNNNNHHHH ... HHHAAANN-NHHH ... OOOHHHAAA..." the lovely older sister crooned, hardly able to believe she was hearing her own voice. She was the one gasping out all the unconscious cries of pleasure.
Karen felt more and more impatient, wanting Duke to get on with it and do what he had promised to do. He would finish with her sister all the more quickly that way, and that would leave plenty of time for herself. She knew she was going to make this a night to remember for both of them. For her it might be the loss of her unwanted virginity if she had the courage, and for him, it would be the night he did something sexual with two sisters. She stared with wide-open eyes, watching as Duke continued his manual ministrations.
He began moving his middle finger carefully, slowly in a slow circular motion inside the wetly seeping furnace of the lovely Anna's aching vagina, moving the lenght of his finger in ever-widening sweeps. He spread the thin, softly curling tendrils of her golden pubic hair and proceeded to stroke the blood-swollen edges of her openly exposed, curlicued, pink vaginal labia. Slowly working upward, his probing finger finally came into contact with the tiny pulsating nodule of her tingling clitoris.
"HHHUUUNNNHHHH ... AAANN-NHHH..." she moaned, her ripe mouth falling open, her long legs bucking up and down on the mattress of the bed as she felt more and more thrilled with the way the man was touching her. He held his finger there, continually teasing the vitally sensitive little pellet, causing a constant series of pleasurably shocking bolts to charge through her quaking body as Anna continued writhing, unabated in her desire.
She was an incredibly sexy and hot female, and Duke felt the hot, wild center of her inner self flexing itself again and again, pressing against his finger, begging him to fuck her. But he had promised he wouldn't and he was never a man to go back on his word. True, the girl might temporarily hate him for not doing so, but he believed himself well-enough skilled to satisfy her while letting her virgo remain intacta.
Duke stared down at the delightfully enticing pinkness of her openly receptive vagina. The tenderly soft, hair-fringed outer labia, covered as they were with her golden hair, formed a warm furry collar around the inner lips making up the entrance to the faintly contracting, petal-shaped hole that was her cunt. The man's awesome gaze remained riveted with mounting passion as he took in the delightful sight of her coral sucking center.
Duke wanted to plunge right in with his mouth, but he was well aware a girl as unskilled as Anna at this sort of thing might be revolted at his doing this, unless she was built to a point of such arousal, she would actually thrill to it, understanding that his intention was to bring her enjoyment. But even as he thought all this out in his mind, that last spark of reason in him was suddenly drowned out in a flood of wild passion as he gazed down at the tempting feast spread out before him. With an inarticulate cry, the man suddenly leaned forward and down, burying his head between the young blonde's widespread thighs, his snaking tongue probing, shooting out like that of an asp as it plunged into her moist depths.
Oh my! Karen thought of herself, staring. How magnificent! How wonderful! Here's a man who really knows how to make love! If Anna doesn't appreciate him, she's a fool!
"YYYYAAANNNGGGHHH ... OOOWW-
WOOOHHHHH..." Anna cried out very suddenly as she became aware of the initial searing contact of the handsome man's soddenly wet tongue pressing against her trembling open vagina.
Damned! she thought, staring down in utter disbelief at the obscene sight presenting itself to her eyes, able now only to see Duke's head of brown hair pressed grotesquely between the lips of her widely played cunt with his ears rubbing her thighs.
The man had to be disgusting, revolting. He was putting his mouth down there, using the lips that had kissed her own to kiss her vagina, and then he probably expected her to kiss him again. He was a pervert. She desperately did her best to try and squirm free, but Duke's hands clung tightly to her tender body, pressing solidly into the softness of her flanks, then moving to her inner thighs and holding the unprotected plane of her naked vaginal center wide open to his definitely unnatural attack.
"N-o-o-o-o-o ... ohhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o ... it's wrong ... it's all wrong..." she moaned as the man continued to hungrily stab his probing tongue again and again into the defenseless pink slit of her sucking vagina.
His fingers would have been fine. She would have eventually been able to get off on them. Why had he degraded this act he was performing on her, spoiling it all.
Wildly, she tugged at his hair, struggling to get free. She pulled hard, and finally managed to pull his dripping face from between her cringing thighs, and the sight of it, covered with her juices, made her feel even worse.
Karen was surprised at her sister's reaction. Anna had to be a total fool. Any man who liked a woman as much as this man did, to actually put his mouth down there, deserved every consideration under the sun.
Duke stared at Anna in surprise, and for a brief instant loosened the steel like grip on her slender thighs. The lovely blonde twisted free almost immediately and rolled heavily off the bed to the floor, on the other side. She was on her feet in an instant, looking down at the more-than-astonished young man.
"YOU ... YOU ... DISGUSTING ANIMAL!" she gasped. "How in God's name could you ever do a thing like that? Why did you turn something lovely into something disgusting!"
He shook his head, unable to understand her as she ran from the room. She was so blinded by tears, she didn't see her sister standing there in the darkness. So she ran into the bathroom to cry, leaving a bewildered man behind her.
Duke was about to find his way out when Karen walked into the room and said to him, "You know, Duke, you merely made a mistake and picked the wrong sister. Now, if you're willing, I think you and I can still ease one another's frustrations."
CHAPTER FIVE
For what seemed like a long time, Anna sat on the edge of the bathtub and cried. The more she cried, the more she realized she was sad, not because of what had taken place, but because she had not been emotionally mature enough to accept what had taken place. She had been totally unprepared for the soft, wet pressure of his mouth as he plunged his face between her thighs, and she had shuddered, feeling the wetness slickly washing over her. For the briefest instant it had disgusted her, and then it had thrilled her, but she had reacted to the disgust before the thrill had penetrated to her brain. Now she was ashamed of herself, because she knew Duke would never date her again. What he had done was not disgusting, but nevertheless astonishing.
When the crying was finally over, she washed her face and dried it, then turned off the bathroom light and opened the door, expecting to see the night light on in her room, but little else. She was therefore taken totally aback when she saw the light in her room was off, and instead, there was a light on in her sister's room. She saw the light coming from the crack beneath the door. Un-like herself, Karen didn't seem to worry about hearing their parents come home, and Karen had shut the door tightly. But she knew for a fact that Karen had a male in her room, because she heard masculine whispers between her sister's feminine giggles.
The room next to Karen's, actually between Karen's room and Anna's, had belonged to their brother. Karen had once shown Anna the small hole in the wall between the two rooms that she had made, because Karen, in Anna's estimation, was a sex fiend who was unable to get her fill of watching what their brother did when he brought a girl into his room when their parents weren't at home. Anna decided Karen must have gained quite an education from having watched their brother in action.
Well, a hole in the wall worked two ways. With their brother away at the university, Karen hadn't felt the need to cover the hole on her side of the wall with the picture she had previously used, an when Anna stepped into the doorway of her brother's room, she saw the hole, directly above the desk in the room, which was across from his bed.
Well, well, well, she had ruined her own night. Maybe she might learn something from watching her sister. So she quietly entered the room, then knelt on the desk, and peered through the hole in the wall. She heard a murmuring "MMMMM-MMM!" and then there was nothing. At first she only saw Karen's bed, with no one on it. Then she saw her sister, naked but for her bikini panties, stretching out on the bed. Karen had even smaller breasts than she, looking more like large hen's eggs, brown hen's eggs, with a pinkish-brown set of large areolas the same color as their mother's. Her nipples matched her areolas and they were already standing up like tiny little fingers.
It took all her willpower to stifle a gasp as she saw Duke now with her sister. Not that she blamed the man. After all, she had been a disappointment to him, calling him perverted and disgusting, leaving him all on fire. But knowing Karen as she did, Anna was certain Duke's being in her room had been Karen's idea, and it angered her to think her sister had stolen her man away. Nevertheless, she remained quiescent, realizing if she were to break into Karen's room now, she would be ruining Duke's night twice. Somehow, after the hysterical performance she had just put on in her own room, Anna didn't think she was up to another scene.
Duke had taken off his jacket, tie, and shirt, and he was lying down beside Karen, pressing himself against her. Karen rolled so that she lay half on top of him, her weight on her elbow as she proceeded to pull his head against her chest and let him feed on her tiny breasts, one at a time. Anna was now unable to see the man's face, but was certain he was sucking avidly at Karen's breasts. She, Anna, had always been self-conscious about the fact that she had small breasts. Karen's were even smaller, but it didn't seem to bother the caramel-haired girl in any way. She had adjusted very easily to the fact that she wasn't going to be a big-breasted female, and it had helped Anna accept her own smallish chest that much more easily.
Karen's tight bikini panties were caught in the cleft of her buttocks, her smooth, round, young ass-cheeks quivering vitally. Horrified with herself for continuing to watch, yet so fascinated she was unable to tear herself away, Anna stared as Duke's hand wound its way down over her sister's hip and finally grasped one of the gluteal mounds. He squeezed the buttock vigorously before finally dipping his index finger into the cloth-covered crevice at the juncture of Karen's tan, slender thighs, then running the manual digit up and down there. Karen sighed. With her back to Anna it was impossible to tell if her sister was smiling, but Anna guessed she was as her thighs parted and she began rotating her entire rear-end.
Duke suddenly sat up and hurriedly began unzipping and unhooking his pants. Anna drew back at that moment, suddenly very much aware that her own body had not been satisfied as a result of her own stupidity. Watching Duke with her sister was causing fire to once again mount in her shuddering depths. Her own nipples had achingly swelled, elongating to their fullest length as she felt a tingling warmth down below which signified the folds of her vagina had started moistening all over again. She shut her eyes and made an effort to catch her breath as quietly as possible.
When she peered back into Karen's room, she saw Duke was just stepping out of his undershorts, tossing them off to the side. When the man straightened up, it once again took all her willpower to restrain a gasp. She noticed Karen was also blinking with astonishment. Knowing Karen had seen their brother's penis when she had been spying on him, Anna therefore surmised Duke was built considerably more stalwartly than Marty. But Karen, instead of being afraid, stared avidly, licking her lovely pink lips as she gazed at the sight of the massive penis, standing out so stiff, white, and blue-veined as it extended itself from the base of curly hair matting his pelvis.
He sat on the edge of the bed, once again worried the sight of his massive penis with its bulging head might frighten the lovely younger sister, but Karen merely smiled and swung her legs over the side of the bed so she would be able to sit beside him. With one hand she cradled his huge, sperm-filled testicles, while with her other hand she caressed the rounded violet knob that swelled so magestically on the end of his masculine pillar. Then she fell to her knees in front of the bed, and to Anna's utter surprise, did for Duke, what Duke had done for her, Anna. She began kissing the man's genitals.
"I'm warning you," Duke gasped. "I got all hot and bothered with your sister before. You do that, and I'm going to shoot in a hurry."
"That's what I want," Karen replied. "Right now, this is Anna's orgasm I'm taking from you. As far as my own orgasm, that'll come after you've had a chance to rest. I'm confident you have more than one climax in you, Duke."
"Hey, baby, you know, you're something else."
She began to wetly lick the velvety purple head of the upstanding shaft, her tongue extending itself so it was able to wetly trace all around the knobby top. Then she pursed her lips around the organ and began nibbling at it, nipping its ultra-sensitive underside all the way from the aching tip, down to the thick, hair-covered base, and right back up again. Duke let out a long, thrilled sigh, then simply lay back on the bed, swinging his legs up. Karen moved between them.
The beautiful younger sister opened her small, narrow mouth to admit the lengthy shaft, and Anna suddenly felt thrilling chills charging through her, vicariously enjoying the experience as Duke's pulsing length slid over Karen's tongue and its throbbing head instantly pushed to the back of her mouth.
Duke was well aware this was probably the first time this girl had ever done something like this, and he wanted to go easy on her. He was all set to withdraw his phallic length when Karen craned her neck like a sword swallower, and rocking forward slightly on her knees, managed to push her head further forward, admitting the swollen tip of his cock into her gullet, filling her throat with it, whereupon she clamped her lips into a tight oval and sucked hard, just once, burying her nose firmly in the depths of his pelvic thatch. Shutting her eyes, Karen slowly lifted her lovely head until only the throbbing tip remained in her mouth, then slid her lips right back down again, obviously enjoying what she was doing so much, her on-looking sister felt more ashamed of herself than ever. Karen was going about her cocksucking with a singularly delightful intensity that was felt by all three-the two participants, and the observer.
"OOHHHHH!" Duke gasped. "I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM!" he bellowed, whipping his head from side to side on the pillow.
Working her tantalizing mouth all the more feverishly up and down, Karen seemed ready to strangle with sheer joy as her hands were stroking the man's buttocks and petting his testicles. At the same time she pressed one of her small breasts against one of the man's thighs, making him feel everything that much more intensely.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHAAANNNGGG-HHHAAARRRGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHH!" Duke shouted, unable to contain himself, feeling his initial pent-up spasm coming on.
Anna felt more ashamed of herself than ever, seeing her younger sister, whom she was certain had no more experience with men than she until tonight, working her feminine wiles so successfully on a man she, herself, had humiliated with her foolishness. Funny, but until tonight, she, Anna, had been slightly more experienced than Karen, since, where they used to live, when she went out on dates with boys, she would occasionally pet with them. She was certain Karen, who had only recently turned eighteen, had never done anything like that. Yet here was the younger sister, sucking wildly, her cheeks bloated as she drank the spurting sperm coming from Duke's penis, obviously relishing what she was doing. She was gulping greedily, her throat working overtime in her attempt to hungrily swallow the impossible load of sperm the man was firing. Her tongue continued licking the underside of Duke's twitching penis as if she were insane, while spasms continued wracking his spine. Her small breasts jiggled ever-so-slightly from the force of his flexed thigh muscles pushing against her as sperm began seeping from the corners of her mouth.
"Hey, honey, you are terrific!" Duke gasped. "Where'd you learn to suck like that?"
Karen lifted her head, licked the sperm on her lips, then said, "Would you believe, this is my first time? You might say I come by this naturally. Sex seems to be the most natural thing everyone in my family performs well."
"Not everyone," Duke reminded her.
"Oh, you'll see. Anna was just unused to it. She's never gone that far before. But I predict the next time she gets into an encounter with a male, she'll probably go out of her way to make up for the goof she pulled with you. He's going to be one lucky fella."
"Yeah, well you're the sister who interests me," Duke said, smiling. "I've never known anyone able to suck like this," he told her, easing his shrunken cock from the depths of her mouth.
"I saw my mother do it to my father once," Karen told him. "We were up in the country at the time, this goes back about three years ago, and Karen and I shared a bedroom adjoining that of our parents. The walls of the room were made of slats, I mean it was a strictly country dwelling, and I was able to peer through the slats and see the way mother did it. Believe me, she's a lot better than I am," Karen insisted.
"Only because she's had more practice," Duke wagered. "Hell! Given a few weeks of practice, I'll bet you'll be just as good."
"Don't kid yourself," Karen told him, licking a thread of semen attached from her lower lip to the head of his penis. "When it comes to cocksucking, Mom does it like she invented it."
The two of them conversed in low tones for the next few minutes, and Anna felt more guilty about eavesdropping on what they were saying, than on what they had been doing. She knew she ought to return to her own bedroom, but something impelled her to remain where she was. She felt as if she had almost witnessed something holy, this first carnal contact of her sister's. It was all the more significant because her sister was making up for a mistake she, Anna, had made. To think, it might just as easily have been her indulging in something fancifully wonderful had she not been so stupid and rejected what the man orally did to her. There was too much of the prude in her. She had to be more like Karen. Her sister was much more mature, emotionally, than she. Well from now on, Anna resolved to be different. But at the moment she intended continuing to spy on what was going on in Karen's room.
CHAPTER SIX
"Get those pants off, honey," Duke was saying to Karen. "I'll tell you right now, your sister has one fantastic pussy. Let's see if yours measures up."
Karen blushed for the first time, and finally said, her voice stammering a little, "I don't know, Duke. I mean, even though I'm on the Pill as a sort of safety precaution, I'm just as virginal as my sister, and I don't know if I'm ready for the pain."
"Hey, you went down on me, honey, now I'm going to do for you what I tried doing for Anna," he smiled, lasciviousness written all over him. "I'll bet you're just as tasty as she is, too. Come on, baby, get those scanties off."
Blushing a bright-red from her forehead all the way down to her throat, the beautiful caramel blonde hooked her small thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties, and taking a deep breath, skimmed them off her ass-cheeks, sliding them along her thighs, over her feet, and off. She lay on the mattress at the moment with her knees pressed tightly together and slightly raised.
"SPREAD YOUR LEGS, SWEETHEART," he told her.
"I know this sounds silly and all, but you won't hurt me, will you?" she asked.
"Honey, the only way you're going to get me to fuck you is for you to ask me for it," he insisted, shoving gently on one of her knees. Her lovely tanned legs flopped apart to reveal in the center of her rich yellow diadem, the hot pink crinkle of her dimpled little vagina, all slick and pouting.
"Wider!"
Not knowing exactly what to make of all this, and never having felt more nakedly exposed in her entire life, the beautiful younger sister spread her tantalizing legs to their utmost, the tendons in her thighs standing out as her furry pussylips pulled tight and her ribboned inner lips parted slightly. The delicate nodule of her pink clitoris stood out very clearly.
At the moment she felt like something she had once read about-those women in Germany who stand naked in the window, letting the passersby see what they look like. She inwardly cringed a little, feeling herself tingling in her slithery pussy. While she was aware of precisely what that peculiarly intimate tingle meant, she had never tingled like this before. But then, she had never exposed her vagina to a man before.
Duke doubled back Karen's rounded knees, pushing them back, back, back, until they touched her shoulders. He kept them spread, and at the angle at which she lay on the bed, Anna was able to see everything he saw, as well. She saw, directly beneath the glistening pink folds of her sister's vagina was the crack separating the two cheeks of her sister's ass, and between the cheeks, inside that crack, was the little brown pucker of Karen's ass-hole.
Throwing himself flat on the bed, in a prone position, his head pressed between Karen's thighs, Duke slowly moved his face forward, and he placed his tantalizing lips directly on the inner labia of Karen's cunt ... and it was as if he had applied his mouth to Anna's pussy, as well. His sucking of her vagina was so vivid, she felt as if the man was doing it all over again as he now sucked her sister's pussy, seizing Karen's labia with his mouth as he opened wide enough to seemingly suck in all of her pussy. Karen moaned, and her moan hid the gasp that came from Anna's throat.
Duke's entire mouth seemed to be oscillating as he sucked. His tongue leaped out and washed over her pulsing clitoris, slowly sucking her tantalizing labia into his mouth, one labius at a time. The breadth of his tongue pushed between her cunt lips, spreading them wide, licking all around.
"YYYYAAAIIIGGGHHH!" Karen gasped.
Between her own tightly clenched thighs, Anna, who only now realized she was just as naked as her sister, felt her own vibrating vagina wildly tingling, throbbing, remembering only too well how delightfully chilling his mouth had felt down there.
Anna was unable to understand what was happening to her. Totally mesmerized and unable to turn away from what she was watching, even if she wanted to-which she didn't-her hand moved, as if of its own accord, sliding down her side and across her quivering belly to rest in the sparseness of her own dark-blonde bush. Then she began rubbing the fingertips back and forth, back and forth in her highly lubricated vaginal slash. She was well aware of her own hot juices as they came pouring out, flowing onto her thighs as if spurting from the flames blasting out of her pussy. Her right hand rose to squeeze her breast, feeling her own aching nipple as it throbbed in her palm.
Time, and the fact that he was eating Karen, had caused Bob's throbbing cock to begin swelling again, and as the scent of the younger sister filled his nostrils, permeating his sinuses, he became more and more conscious of the need for her.
Hell! Karen thought. I'm like a piece of fruit to him. My vagina is like pulp, and Duke is sucking it out of me. She had never been more sensually alive than she was at this moment. She felt more thoroughly charged with delightful tension than she had ever felt in her entire life.
Duke gasped, feeling his hard cock pressing into the covers beneath him. He had been so intent on what he had been doing, his mind had virtually ignored the huge erection he now sprouted. It felt bigger and thicker than it had felt in one helluva long time now. In fact, he was unable to remember just when he had felt it grow quite this big before.
Duke rose to his knees, then he slowly began crawling forward, kissing her belly, then her breasts, and finally her mouth. Anna saw her sister gratefully kiss him back when he clamped his mouth on hers, and she realized all the more what a total fool she had been. Here she had willingly undressed herself for this man, letting him touch her, and after he had promised not to deflower her, she had stopped him from performing the most wonderful act a man can do for a woman.
Duke looked into Karen's eyes, and saw she stared back with an unwavering glance.
"I won't fuck you unless you ask me to," he told her, panting.
"I know," she nodded.
"Ask me," he said.
A violent tremor of sympathetic appreciation suddenly jolted Anna's aching pussy as her younger sister reached down and gingerly gripped the throbbing base of the turgid tool with both hands. Her eyes as well as her lips were smiling at him as she whispered, "PLEASE DUKE, PLEASE FUCK ME!'"
Her gaze remained fixed on the man above her, and Karen felt her inside all aflame as she lifted her boyish hips from the mattress and held herself there, offering herself to be split wide open just like the ripe fruit she imagined herself to be. She used two hands now, holding the base of the wicked shaft with all ten fingers. Her delicately pouting cunt lips slowly stretched and separated as the broad head of the phallic lance slid past them. His cock gave an involuntary twitch as it pushed into her, sinking an inch, two inches, two-and-a-half inches into her, then stopping, feeling the delicacy of the membrane stretched across her interior. There was a moment of quiet, of stillness, of vibrant suspense, three hearts beating wildly as Anna continued watching, holding her breath.
"DO IT!" Karen gasped.
Duke lunged solidly into her.
It was as if the three sets of ears actually heard her hymen snap, a wicked, far-off little noise, and that was the last thought any of the three of them ever gave to Karen's cherry, because the thrusting momentum of the man's lunge carried him several inches farther into the tightness of her vagina. More than half the length of his solid cock was buried inside her.
She moaned, gasping as she threw her slender ankles against his shoulders, and using that for the leverage she needed, she began swiveling her tight feminine socket around and around the head of his throbbing penis. She continued to swivel as he slowly dropped the weight of his hips, his broad phallus continuing to slowly widen her previously unused channel, reaming it out so thoroughly she began gasping, wondering if he really did intend to split her into two parts.
"Am I hurting you, Karen?" Duke whispered.
At the moment she was too out of breath to reply to his question. The pupils of her eyes rolled back under half-closed eyelids. Then she took a deep breath and she began moving her vagina around and around on the throbbing shaft that had penetrated her so insanely, realizing it was reaching all the more deeply into her, right to the very core of her inner being.
Anna's eyes bulged when she saw Duke pull his throbbing shaft almost all the way out of her younger sister's tightly squeezing cunt. She saw the base of the massive pillar of flesh was ringed with blood that had been diluted with vaginal oil.
Her own cunt ached. She rubbed her vagina and her breast harder and harder as she remained on her knees on top of the desk, intently watching. She found herself powerless to stop what she was doing, though she had never done anything like it before. Her middle finger slid between her cunt lips, seeking the same hole his tongue had found earlier. When she found her clitoris, she brought pressure to bear on it, and waves of thrilling electricity rippled through her shuddering form. Now she moved her finger lower, once again insinuating it into the tight hole that was her inner vagina, and she probed briskly, causing a bolt of lightning to jolt its way through her. She withdrew the finger, only to plunge it right back in all over again, in, then out, in, then out, probing while massaging her clitoris with her thumb.
Her eye remained glued to the hole in the wall, and she watched Duke continually thrust in and out, in and out, ravaging the tight hole between her trembling sister's thighs. She saw the way the lining of Karen's vagina clung to his penis, almost as if he were going to pull the poor girl inside out. Duke continued plunging into the carmel-haired girl's tight pussy faster and faster, moving so rapidly his hips eventually became a blur. Karen's own loins bounced in tandem with his, and the two bodies were coated with glistening drops of perspiration.
The loud slap-slap sound she was hearing was unfamiliar to Anna. But as the moments passed, she realized the noise was Duke's weighty balls banging against her sister's ass cleft.
Caught in the frenzy of the moment, Anna found herself slumping against the wall with her eye still glued to what was going on in the next room. She remained on her knees, though now they were spread much wider apart, and the oils oozing out of her cunt fell onto the desk blotter beneath her. Her aching vagina, with its uncontrollable inner fever was now more accessible than ever, and she gouged two fingers so far into her, she felt her own hymen stretching, and only the fear of pain kept her from breaking it.
Since it was February, the nights in Arizona were cool, and from an open window somewhere, Anna felt cool air washing over her body and touching her hot cunt mouth. Her cunt was so hot, she was afraid steam might rise from it as she continued whipping her fingers in and out of her now sorely throbbing pussy, the wet, sucking noises of her masturbation just barely covered by the fucking within.
She massaged her vaginal interior vigorously in time to the clearly discernible sounds of Duke's balls slapping against her sister's perineum as her body heaved and jerked to the the rhythms. In her entire life, even when kissing and being fondled by other boys, Anna had not secreted as much syrup as she was unleashing at the moment. Her breathing was labored and panting, keeping time with the, "Slap, slap, slap," coming from the next room. Her own ears picked up the slushy, "Squish, squish, squish," sound of her finger moving in and out of her sucking pussy in time to the fucking thwacks of a heavily dangling scrotum hitting her sister's anal pucker. She was very much aware of the suction in her vagina in spite of the fact that her finger penetrated little more than an inch for fear of damaging her hymen.
With her other hand she was cupping each of her breasts in turn, handling them brutally, moving hurriedly from one to the other, tugging on her nipples, milking them like udders as she pinched her nipples with complete animalistic abandon.
"UNH! UNH! UNH!" Karen was gasping out loud as she sank her upper teeth into her lower lip and felt a muscle she had never used before in the depths of her vagina coming to life, working, exercising itself, contacting. Initially she didn't quite know what was happening, thinking it was possible her battered, formerly virginal womb had started to rebel; to fight against the thrusting length of the handsome man's virile shaft as it continued pumping into her. She tasted blood from her lip, and she was aware of the hardened stiffness of her nipples, so swollen she was afraid they would actually pop open. One moment she was wriggling insanely in a vain attempt to now escape the cruel digging of his throbbing penis, like a helpless fish fighting the gaff stuck into it, and then, the next moment, when the entire length of it began to twitch and vibrate inside her tender tunnel, she realized she wanted every last little inch of it. She wanted the skewering monster to plunder her so deeply and thoroughly there would be nothing left. She dug all her long, shiny nails into his buttocks, then lifted both of them off the bed as her shuddering body tensed, tightened, and hurled itself as high as possible as her entire nervous system seemed to go haywire.
"AAAIIEEEYYYAAAGGGHHH AAAIIIYY-YYYAAAIIIAAAGGGHHHEEEAAAGGGHH-HHH AAAIII AAA YYYAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, as she became aware of the first needle-like blast of Duke's semen shooting into her. She knew it wasn't nearly as strong as when he had fired into her mouth, but considering this was his second time in less than an hour, his balls were unleashing a more-than-adequate amount.
She was enchanted with what was happening to her, and it kept happening as Duke silently fired his churning cock into her seething depths. Her tongue slashed against his as their mouths clamped tightly to one another and their loins violently slammed and bucked against each other. Her body whipped from side to side and her legs felt as if they were being pulled from their sockets as she thrashed uncontrollably around on the bed, her small breasts
AS hitting his hard chest again and again.
Anna wanted to sob out in unison with the two lovers in the next room as she found herself becoming more and more delirious with the passion building in her shuddering body. The simultaneous peakings of her formerly virgin sister and that of the man fucking her was all that was needed to trigger Anna. It was her first climax, and she strained and splayed her slender thighs that much wider apart as she convulsed. The floor seemed to open up and swallow up the desk on which she was sitting with her eye still precariously pressed to the tiny peephole. She lifted herself repeatedly, afraid to jam her finger too far into her, but letting it press against her upper pelvic bone as her thumb jammed itself against her clitoris. She curled up on the desk in a fetal position, gasping silently, momentarily exhausted, but finally at peace with herself.
The sounds from her sister's room were those of total contentment, and she realized it should have been herself, not Karen, enjoying what Duke had done. She had been such an utter fool. It was a mistake she was determined not to repeat, though by now she was certain Duke would want nothing to do with her. Why should he, when he had Karen, who was more than willing to give him what both of them wanted.
She lay there in the darkness of her brother's room, listening as Duke rose and nakedly padded through the hallway to the bathroom where he washed Karen's virgin blood from his body, then walked back to her sister's room, dressed, kissed
Karen goodnight, and silently let himself out.
Anna silently made it back to her own room before Karen took her own turn in the bathroom. Both girls were asleep when their parents finally returned home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Fred Powell was in his early fifties and an extremely successful businessman. Chemicals had been his business all his life, and he enjoyed his work. But the six-foot-two-inch bald man with the tiny little brown mustache and the skinny nose was a firm believer in lots and lots of sex. Early in life he had taken his desires out on the body of his wife, Ursula, and to this day he had to admit no other woman fucked like her. He still fucked her on the weekends, but during the week he was always out for fresh meat.
Ursula had an uncannily good sense for business, and so he always discussed important business decisions with her before finalizing anything. It was because of her good business intuition that Fred continued to enlarge his business year after year, and she was the one responsible for this move to Arizona. True, there were unions out here, as everywhere else in the U.S. But the unions out here weren't nearly so demanding, and the chances were they would not become demanding while he remained as head of his nitrate company. What happened afterward would be Duke's headache.
Like everyone else of prominence in Cochise, Fred Powell belong to the South-West Associated Players Club. He had only recently joined, along with his family, and he had been introduced to everyone by Carey Philips, who was anxious for Powell's insurance business. Powell intended giving it to him, after the little party he was setting up in the upstairs dining rooms of the club's more intimate quarters. He wanted to have a little get-together with the entire Philips clan, ostensibly to build good relationships with the Philips family, but factually to become better acquainted with Philips's daughters, because, like many men yearning for their lost youth, Fred Powell hoped to regain it for a short period of time by eventually convincing at least one, if not both Philips girls, to fuck for him.
It was Tuesday, and he and Carey Philips had met at the club at eleven to discuss the little party the two of them would have during the oncoming weekend in two of the upstairs dining rooms. The dining rooms upstairs in the club were small, intimate little rooms, some with room for only two, some for room for as many as a dozen. In this case, they had agreed to take two adjoining rooms, each able to accommodate four, basically because these were the only rooms available. With the doors between the rooms open, they would have room enough for everyone.
By eleven-thirty, the two men had concluded everything, including the setting up of a profit-sharing plan for the company. Fred Powell knew profit-sharing was the one incentive that kept employees working hard, since the more profit the company made, the more they shared in it.
"Care for a little tennis or paddle ball?" Fred asked Carey Philips.
"I'd love it, but business still calls,' Philips told him. "I have an appointment to meet with a group of new homeowners on the other side of the city. I managed to get them all together for a dinner at Chuckwagon Frank's, the large barbecue steakhouse down there, and I think I'll be able to sell them collectively instead of having to run around to their homes individually."
"Smart thinking," Fred agreed. "You go on ahead, and my family will meet your family here on Saturday evening."
"Right," Carey agreed, and the two men rose from the table in the cocktail lounge, and Carey left.
Fred Powell had already met Carey's wife, Beatrice, once, the first time he had come to the club. He had also met Carey's daughters, which was what had prompted him to think up the idea of a party in the first place. Those girls were too luscious to pass up, and he had the feeling that if he was able to lucidly explain to them how much money their father stood to make selling him various insurance policies for his huge corporation, the girls would probably come to some kind of agreement with him. What the hell! Even if he no longer had hair, he was still a good-looking man, and he knew how to throw one wild fuck.
Signing the bill for the drinks he and Carey Philips had enjoyed, Fred, wearing white shorts and a white tee shirt, not really in the mood to return to business until after lunchtime, began strolling along the club's grounds. He wandered toward the tennis courts thinking he might catch a glimpse of the Philips girls playing there.
It was almost eleven-forty, and he was walking along the concrete strip between the club's cabanas. Having already ascertained there was no one at the tennis courts, he was heading back, when he saw Bea Philips emerging from the cabana off to the left that had the words TENNIS PRO on the door.
He walked right up to her and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Philips."
Bea was startled by his presence, and gasped. She realized he had caught her, and he would have to be downright stupid not to know what she had been doing there.
Fred Powell all but leered at her. Here was a perfect opportunity to get closer to the Philips family. Once he fucked the wife of his future insurance agent, he anticipated little, if any, trouble getting to the daughters.
"Uhh ... Mr. Powell," she nodded.
"Call me Fred," he insisted, gently but firmly taking her by the arm.
He, himself, had also rented a cabana. It was at the other end of the long line of cabanas, on the other side, and it was considerably larger and more luxurious than that belonging to the tennis pro.
When Bea was firmly tugged inside, she noted the place, though not exactly a imagine bedroom, came close to being one. The so-called bunk bed in the middle of the room was wide enough to sleep two, and aside from the usual table, chair, telephone, and closet, there was also a small liquor cabinet.
Frank sat Bea in the one chair in the room, saying, "Allow me to get you a drink, Mrs. Philips."
Knowing better than to offend the man, she said, "Call me Beatrice, Mr. Powell."
"Then you must call me Fred," he insisted. "What would you like?"
"A small brandy, if you have it," she said softly, still afraid, knowing the knowledge he possessed might be used to force her to try and convince her husband into splitting a commission.
The light coming in through the translucent overhead roof made the place appear as lit-up as if someone had turned on a fluorescent overhead lamp. She watched him go to the small liquor cabinet, take out a bottle of brandy, then take out a small glass, and pour one for her.
"Here you are," he said, handing it to her.
"Thank you," she replied, swallowing it all in a single gulp. Then, "What are you doing at the club today?"
"Concluding arrangements for a small party for our two families," he replied. "My own house isn't quite ready for a party, so I felt it wrong to impose myself on you and your hospitality. Therefore, your husband and I have agreed we'll have a family party here, at the club, on Saturday."
"My, how nice," Bea said, feeling more apprehensive than ever, putting her glass down on the little table.
"Was it good?" Fred asked, smiling.
"The brandy?" she wanted to know. "Oh yes, it was quite good."
"No, not the brandy. You know what I mean. Was the tennis pro any good, Mrs. Philips?"
"Please, Fred-Mr. Powell..."
"He did screw you," Fred remarked, watching her eyes. "He did fill you with his sperm, didn't he? What's more, I'll bet a lovely woman like you actually paid for it. Tell me, did you wash him out of you, or is his sperm still juicy in that tight vagina of yours, Beatrice?"
"Please, I-I think it might be a good idea if I went now. I know what you must be thinking of me, Mr. Powell, and I don't suppose I can blame you, but . '. . "
He was standing beside her as she rose, and he gripped her wrist and said, "No, Mrs. Philips, no! You don't know what I think of you. I'm going to tell you, and you're going to listen. What's more, after I've finished telling you, I think you'll be very surprised. You see, what I think is this. I admire you for wanting to enjoy life. I don't know how good or bad your husband is in bed..."
"He's ... very good," Beatrice insisted. "It's just that..."
"He doesn't have the time for you anymore? Of course not. He's a busy man. So you have to go out and find someone else to satisfy the need burning inside you. That's understandable, even commendable. However the shame of it is that a stunning woman like yourself should have to pay for it. I think that from now on, you'll find yourself too lovely to even think in terms of paying men. They should be the ones paying you."
He was telling Bea exactly what she had told herself the previous day. She realized it, and her body began trembling.
"I'm not a whore," she said quietly.
"We're all of us whores," he replied. "The only difference is the women we call whores are honest enough to admit they are what they are. I'm a whore in business, your husband is a whore in his own line of work. There's nothing shameful about being a whore. It's a rotten word applied to someone who gives value for other value. Don't be ashamed of your feelings," he inisted.
"I think I'd better leave," she said.
"No!" he told her. "Absolutely not! Unless that is, you find me unattractive. I've never yet forced myself on a woman, Beatrice. But I find you lovely, and I want to fuck you. Allow me to do so, and
I think I can make both of us happy."
"Fred ... Mr. Powell ... you make me feel so cheap..."
"There's nothing cheap about you, Bea, nothing cheap at all."
He pushed her gently onto the double-bunk bed. She tried resisting and he smiled as she seemed to fall back in slow motion when the backs of her knees touched the side of the bed.
"We can't..." she gasped. "We can't..."
"We can," he assured her, his hands hurriedly undressing her. "You're a stunning woman and in need of men who can love you for yourself, and not because you pay them for it. Forget about that tennis pro. Let him get paid for what he was hired to do. Ahhhhh yes," he gasped, having totally undressed her in only seconds, her own tennis whites lying on the floor with her undies. "You have a beautiful cunt, Bea and it's wasted on that youth. I see it's still wet with his emissions."
"Does that bother you?" Bea asked, feeling suddenly on fire all over again.
"Not at all," he told her, dropping his own shorts and underwear, revealing a long, stout white lance with a big red knob on top. He grabbed the chair, pulled it to the edge of the bed, sat in it as Bea lay widthwise across the bed, and he said, "See, I'll sit right here, you lie right there, and you wrap those lovely legs around me and the chair. Or would you prefer my mounting you in the conventional manner."
"No," she replied. "That's the way I just finished doing it. I don't think I'd like to be reminded of him."
Smiling, the bald-headed man began caressing her tender vaginal lips, his fingers working against them in a tingling sensual way different from the thrilling arousal her own husband always built inside her. His hands moved across her belly, teasing her flesh, then ran up to her breasts, massaging them, as well.
'You have the perfect-sized breasts," he complimented. "Not too large, not too small. They fit into my hands correctly, filling them completely, yet not overflowing."
Gripping her breasts all the more tightly, he forced her to a sitting position on the end of the bed, facing him, and then he lowered his mouth to her nipples, sucking on them. He chewed them to where they stood out, tingling, blood-filled, aching for more, desiring anything and everything, and this in spite of the fact that she had already climaxed not too long ago. As he sucked her breasts, he probed between her thighs with his hand, pushing fingers into her. She was surprised he didn't flinch when feeling what Irv Martin had deposited in her.
"Doesn't it bother you to touch me, knowing another man has already made love to me?" Bea asked.
"Not in the least," he replied. "A woman's cunt was made for fucking. The more any woman uses her vagina, the more I respect her for it. I can hardly wait to bury my own cock inside you."
Still sitting up, Bea wrapped her arms around the man's shoulders and allowed him to pull her into his lap so that the head of his penis was pressing firmly against the split between her vaginal lips. His mouth was not pressed against her oral lips as the head of his prick began its probe, teasing and tantalizing its way between her slick inner labia. He smeared some of the seepage on his fingers all over his penis.
"Wh-what if you caught your wife doing something like this?" she asked, becoming more and curious about this man.
"You want to know if I have a double standard," he said, smiling. "I don't. My wife is free to fuck whomever she pleases. In fact, I once fucked her after she had been with another man, and she was terrified I'd find out about it because she didn't have a chance to clean herself out before I screwed into her. When it was over, I merely complimented her on how much better she had been that particular night than she usually was, in spite of the fact that she's usually superb. By now she understands I'm aware of her affairs, just as she's probably aware of mine. Two people don't live together as she and I and not understand one another."
"You're an unusual man, Mr. Powell."
"Fred," he reminded her. "I'm not here to replace your husband, Mrs. Philips."
"Bea," she reminded him.
"I'm here to complement him. Feel free to merely enjoy me as a physical thing, or feel free to love me. In any case, neither one of us is going to get a divorce so we can marry one another. We're here to make each other as happy as possible when our mates aren't available, and I think you'll agree, it's a sensible arrangement."
Arrangement! So it had come to this already. He wanted some kind of semi-permanent arrangement. Well, why not! He wasn't as callous as the tennis pro. He didn't expect money from her. He complimented her and made her feel good about her infidelity instead of silently allowing the dread she was feeling to build inside her. Yes, why not! He was a good man to have for a lover.
"You're a darling," she softly whispered before the man's tongue slithered delicately between her lips. At the same time he pulled her forward into his lap on the chair, and his cock began sliding unerringly into the tight tunnel of her vagina. The man seemingly understood her, and in a way she felt almost as if she were another wife to him. They seemed to think alike and feel alike, needing the same sensual pleasures, pleasures they were able to give to, and take from, one another.
His hard cock slid in perfectly, as if it had been custom-made to fit in her feminine scabbard. It slid deep, penetrating, as long and as thick as her husband's cock, but with a peculiar feel of its own that was totally different as she sensed an overwhelming need for her in it. The staff was solidly rigid, throbbing totally out of control, and the man moved his hands around behind her, sliding them down over her hips, then grabbing her buttocks, caressing the pulsing cheeks of her ass again and again as he pulled her steadily toward him, feeding more and more of the wonderful masculine muscle steadily into her adoring cunt. When it was finally all the way in, he waisted no time, moving her back and forth on his thighs, sliding his hard cock in and out of her shuddering body.
He kissed her again and again, his tongue twining around her own oral digit, then eased his mouth from her lips and kissed her cheek, her throat, her earlobe, and then her ear, as he whispered into her ear, "YOU SWEET, WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL CUNT! YOU'RE A VERY SPECIAL WOMAN, AND I WANT YOU TO ENJOY THIS! I WANT YOU TO CUM! I WON'T CLIMAX UNTIL YOU DO!"
"I'LL CUM!" she assured him.
"Did you cum with him?" he asked, as if his knowing about her love life with another man excited and aroused him that much more.
"Yes." she nodded. "Somehow I always seem to climax, even when a man is in me for a short period of time. My body seems to sense the feelings of the man inside me, and when he shoots quickly, I'm right there along with him."
"Tell me what he did to you?" Fred insisted.
"He had me on my back, my legs over his shoulders, and he was slapping my rump as he fucked me. It was wild, different from anything I'd ever known with my husband. I enjoyed it, and he knew I enjoyed it. I think there's a bit of the masochist in me, and the sadist in him seemed to love it."
"I'm not a sadist," he told her. "I think sex by itself can be good enough without having to add pain to it. You don't mind, do you?"
"I must be crazy," Bea confessed, "but I love the feel of your prick inside me."
He ground his pelvis all the more solidly into hers, using his feel, planted flatly on the floor, for leverage. Her own legs were still twined around him and the back fo the chair. The overflow of her inner juices, mixed with the semen of the man who had previously fucked her, made their pubic hedges creamy and soggy. She was wiggling on the full length of his sliding tool, squirming at each powering thrust into her jellied pussy, and Bea felt thrills, physical thrills that were all new to her, new because she was once again fucking with a new man. Infidelity came easy after that first time. She tightened the grip of her legs around his waist and the chair and pressed her ear to his mouth so she would be able to listen to the panting breaths coming from the man as he continued fucking her, letting her know how desirable she was.
The man told her in words, as well.
"You have one sweet cunt, Bea," he whispered, careful not to say anything about how it compared to his wife's, though it did compare favorably. Women didn't like to be compared to other women. They wanted to be accepted strictly on their own. "Ummmmm, this is one really oven-hot pussy. I think I must have been waiting all my life to have your legs wrapped around my body. My aching cock feels so natural in that tight tunnel of yours. We're going to have to do this more often, Bea. But not here at the club. Do you know where my nitrate plant is?"
"No!" she gasped.
"I'll ... uhhhhh ... tell you, afterward. We'll have to set up a permanent weekly rendezvous, just you and me, at the plant."
"YESSSSSS..." she hissed, holding him all the more tightly, pounding her body all the more solidly against his. "You have one stiff horn! I'm glad you caught me! Ohhhhhh ... I love this, I love this! There's only one thing I can think of that would be better, but it'll never happen."
"What's that?" he gasped.
"You and my husband fucking me simultaneously. Oh! I'd love that! But it'll never happen. I don't think Carey would ever do anything like that."
"You never can tell," he grunted.
"THIS IS SO WONDERFULLLLLL..." she sighed. "I love the feeling of your balls against my ass-cheeks every time I slam down on that lovely penis of yours. It's so good!"
"Bea, Bea," he canted, clenching his hands, digging his fingers all the more strongly into the tender white cheeks of her buttocks. "YOU'RE SUCH A WONDERFULLY BITCHY CUNT. WHAT A FANTASTIC HOT PUSSY YOU HAVE. YOU'RE MARVELOUS ... UUUNNN-HHHHH ... MARVELOUS..."
He was going rigid, his voice rasping in his throat, and the lovely woman hurried the twisting of her vagina to match the man's swiftly approaching orgasm, knowing she was going to climax right along with him, aware her own feelings would flash from her in time to meet the jet of his weighty seminal flow as it fired forth from the thrusting head of his solidly hard cock.
"GGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNN-
GGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAARRRGGGHH-HHAAANNNGGGHHH!" he bellowed, as he came.
Bea made it! Just as the initial spurt of the man's hot juice began fountaining into the tightness of her lovely vagina, mixing with the residue of semen previously deposited in there, the woman dropped her legs from around the chair, planted her feet flat on the floor on either side of the chair, and bounced her hot cunt wildly up and down on his throbbing occk, and she also orgasmed.
"AAANNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHA-AAAUUUWWWAAANNNGGGHHHAAAGG-GGGHHHAAARRRAAANNNGGGHHHHH!" she rasped. "I'M ... UHHHHHHHHHH ... THERRRRRRRE ... YESSSS ... YESSSSSS ... YESSSS ... MORRRRE ... AGAINNN ... AAANNNGGGGHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she panted, slamming her buttocks all the more solidly against his thighs as his fingers dug into her ass-cheeks.
Uuuuunnnnhhhhh! It flooded into her, filling her unbelievably, mixing with the previous quantity of fluid already in her, much of which had already leaked out, since the tennis pro's orgasm had been copious, as well. The orgasm was one of the most intense ones she had ever felt, and it took all her strength not to black out.
She clung to him for a long, long time, and when it was over, she slumped against him. He held her for what seemed like forever, kissing her throat, whispering sweet words of love in her ear as her husband often did, totally unlike the tennis pro who had rushed her out of his cabana because he'd had to give a tennis lesson shortly.
There was a small built-in bathroom in the cabana, as there were in all the cabanas at the SWAP Club Club, and he picked her up, put her on the bed, and then went to the bathroom, wet a washrag, and cleaned her, externally, all around.
Afterward, he drew her a diagram of how to get to his nitrate plant. They agreed that every Wednesday, from now on, they would meet there. He had a private little bedroom right next to his office, and the two of them would put it to good use. In the meantime, he expected her to get laid as often as possible with other men, insisting the more her cunt was used, the better she would be, but under no circumstances was she to pay for it again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The one member of the Powell family that no one had mentioned was Marie Powell. Marie was Ursula's daughter, and just as brown-haired Bea Philps had two blonde-haired daughters, Ursula, who was golden-haired, had a daughter with jet-black hair. Marie had her hair cut short, almost like her mother's, but there was no other similarity to her mother. To begin with, Marie didn't have her mother's harsh features. At the age of nineteen, the lovely brunette had clear brown eyes, a short, turned-up nose, and full heart-shaped lips. She had been an outstanding student in school, had skipped several years in elementary school, had done four years of high school in three, and had done the same thing at the university so that she had been graduated at the age of eighteen.
Unfortunately, the now nineteen-year-old girl, who had a bust as large as her mother's was small, though she did have as tiny a waist, had majored in home economics, expecting to one day marry someone who would go into partnership with her brother in their father's business.
Fred Powell had never thought of his beautiful young daughter as a female. She was his daughter, and nothing more. He didn't think in terms of her having to protect her virginity, because even if he had thought about her as a woman, he didn't believe in virginity for anyone, male or female. Had it been up to him, there wouldn't be a virgin on earth past the age of ten. Ursula often wondered about her daughter's relationships with boys, but her mind didn't dwell on it too much, because the large-hipped young girl had never gone out that much with boys. She had some kind of innate shyness.
As far as Duke Powell was concerned, his sister was too much the stay-at-home for him to have to have brotherly feelings about her. She made great food, which meant the maids in the Powell home were there strictly for cleaning and no cooking.
The truth was, Marie, like Karen Philips, had an overwhelming curiosity about sex, and like Karen Philips, had often spied on her parents in the act without them knowing about it. There was an attic in the Powell home back where they used to live, and on Saturday and Sunday mornings, Marie used to sneak up there to read comic books. But the attic was directly over her parents' bedroom, and the sounds coming from below were not to be shunted aside to easily by a girl five years mentally ahead of everyone her own age. At the time she had been eleven, reading Romance magazines, and the sighs and grunts coming from below had her so curious, she one day decided to sneak into the garden and peer in through the window. Actually, she had to climb an outside rose-covered trellis to peer into the second story window, but she had been such a light-weight young girl, the trellis felt no strain, and the roses growing on it covered her so that neither anyone outside nor inside was able to see her. When she saw what her parents were doing, she resolved to climb that trellis whenever possible. This was fine for the summer.
When winter came, she actually drilled a small hole from the attic through the ceiling of her parents' bedroom, so she would be able to watch more comfortably. Her head became filled with all kinds of fanciful sexual notions, and one would think a girl as beautiful as Marie would have had absolutely no trouble dating boys as she grew older, especially boys who would have loved taking advantage of her physically. But Duke, her brother, was on his college wrestling team, and had a reputation for being strong enough to tear a man's head off, if need be. To add to that, her mother caught one of the servants stealing, and as a result had prosecuted to the full extent of the law, and said prosecution was well-covered by the newspapers. On top of that, the IRS had attempted to sue her father for income tax evasion. Fred Powell was not only cleared of all charges, but brought counter suit against the IRS for harassment. He won his suit, and though he wasn't monetarily compensated, the fact that a man had stood up to the IRS and had beaten them was publicized far and wide. So what boy in his right mind wanted to date a girl whose brother was a wrestling champion, whose mother took people to court, and whose father was strong enough to take on the IRS and wring a public apology out of them that was printed on the front page of almost every important paper in the country? No one!
So Marie stayed home, and Marie learned to cook.
She also came to the SWAP Club and used their kitchen facilities, as well, thinking that in between cooking sessions, she would get in a little swimming. In fact, swimming was what she was doing when Marty Philips, who had come home that Wednesday for the winter semester break, saw her. Marty was only five-feet-nine-and-a-half inches tall, with dark-brown hair, his father's strong nose, his mother's light complexion, and his own solid build, which he had attained through weight-lifting, calisthenics, and isometrics.
Marty was wearing a blue, tight bathing suit, that made it obvious he was as well-endowed genitally as his father. He looked at the untouchable maiden in the white bikini, wondering why the men at the no club went out of their way not to talk to her. Hell! If they were dumb enough to stay out of her way, that was their business.
He strolled down to where she was just climbing out of the pool and smiled at her, saying, "Hi!"
She looked up at him, saw this muscularly handsome youth, and smiled back, nodding, "Hi!"
"Alone?"
"Uh huh!"
"Want company?"
"Sure!"
"I'm Marty Philips."
"Marie. Marie Powell."
"Anyone ever tell you, you're beautiful?"
"Sure, my mother."
"Any special reason why the guys aren't flocking around you?"
"None that I can think of."
"Good! Then I'll have you all to myself. like horseback riding?"
"Love it!"
"How about this afternoon? They have some prime horses here at the club, and I think you and I can have some fun."
"Well, this afternoon I'm sort of busy. It's Wednesday, the half-day off of the maids. So I have to sort of guard the house, if you know what I mean."
"Want company?"
"You bet!"
CHAPTER NINE
Marie gave Marty her address, and after they'd had lunch at the club, charging everything to Marty's father's account, they dressed, and Marty told her he would be by at about three o'clock. He had a few little homey things that needed taken care of first.
Marie smiled and felt tingly all over. He was the first boy who seemingly had no reason to be afraid to be near her, and she had no intention of telling him anything that would scare him off.
Getting into her white Camaro, she drove home, and there went to the kitchen to prepare supper in advance. When Marty came over, she intended giving him as much of her time as she had available.
The chicken she put in the oven was cooking at 250 and would take five hours to be done properly. The vegetables had been prepared and would need warming up only fifteen minutes before mealtime. With the time she had left before Marty arrived, she decided to bake an apple pie.
More than an hour-and-a half later, with deft, practiced movements, she was feathering the edge of the finished pie, pinching the top and bottom crusts tightly together all around. She was wearing white hotpants now, and a white halter, and she put the pie into a second, pre-heated oven, turning the dial down. As she closed the oven door, the doorbell rang.
She went to the door, opened it, and invited Marty inside. He was wearing white slacks and a white shirt.
"Hi again," he smiled. "Here I am."
"I'm glad," she smiled back. "Hey, I have some pie in the oven."
"Good. I'll stick around for a piece."
"Piece?" she asked, returning to the kitchen with him following. She decided the oven was still too hot, and she turned it down a little more.
"A piece of pie," he said, laughing. "Of course, I know I'm being a little direct, but if you want, we can knock off another piece while we're waiting."
Marty didn't knew what made him say that. He was usually much more gallant with women, throwing compliments at them, telling them how lovely they were, flattering their egos. Just what had made him come out with such a direct statement concerning sex with a lovely girl he hardly knew was something he was unable to fathom.
"Sure," she said, to his utter astonishment, and a moment later, suddenly realizing what she had said, she reversed herself, saying, "Well no, of course not!"
"You'll have to make up your mind," Marty said to her, wrapping his arms around her very suddenly, and Marie, feeling a mixture of fear and desire, liking the boy a lot, wanting to indulge with him in that wonderful forbidden rite she had seen her parents so often doing, was afraid the boy would lose respect for her if she told him just what was really on her mind.
Instead, she said aloud, "Yes, to a piece of pie. No, to a piece of anything else you might have in mind." But even as she said it, she was both, smiling and blushing, and he was smiling back at her.
"Well, you know," he said to her, "we have to do something while we wait for the pie to cook."
"I'm not a tramp," she told him.
"I didn't think you were," he replied. "Maybe I'm wrong, but I kind of felt this funny mutual attraction the moment the two of us looked at each other. Now are you going to tell me my feelings are all wrong?"
"Well no ... I do feel attracted to you. But if I let you, I mean, I'm afraid this'll be the end of it. Look, I know I have no holds on you. I don't owe
US you a thing and you don't owe me anything. I suppose if I had been out with other boys, there's a good chance I wouldn't still be a virgin."
"I knew it!" he said.
"You knew it?"
"Yeah! I knew it! You're a virgin, and d'you know why?" "Why?"
"You've been waiting for me. I had the funniest feeling the moment I saw you that you and I belong together. I was talking off the top of my head a few moments ago, kidding you about a piece. I don't want a piece, honey. I want the whole thing, like the song says, I want you to take all of me, just like I want all of you."
"I wish I believed you," she gasped, really believing him.
He pulled her all the more tightly against him, and he leaned his face toward hers in an attempt to kiss her. Their lips met, but her hands were between them, pressing against his chest with just enough force to prevent her breasts from being crushed against him. He moved his lips from her mouth to her throat, and kissed her hotly, a warm, nibbly kind of kiss on the delicate skin at the base of her throat. She gritted her white teeth against the sensation and against the thought of allowing herself to be seduced by her own inner desires rather than the man, himself, though she had to admit he was a handsome youth, and a boy easy to fall in love with.
She was unaware his hands had slowly moved down her back and were suddenly delving into the waistband of her hot pants in back. She pulled back a little, and his hands came out, but then they returned to her buttocks, holding them through the pants, and he whispered to her, "We belong together, Marie. You knew it the moment you saw me, just as I knew it. I'm not going to make you a lot of promises about how true and faithful I'll be or expect you to be. All I'll say is, our futures are intertwined, and what's more you know it just as well as I. So before you start crying and telling me this isn't right, remember, if this isn't right, nothing is."
He wrenched upward with both hands, tugging her hot pants up tight, all but rending the material as he pulled it into the crack of her ass, displaying her round, tan buttocks in their quivering entirety. She unconsciously tightened her anal opening and pushed with her palms and forearms a little harder against his solid chest when he gripped the fleshy cheeks of her behind as if intent on tugging her apart. He covered the two rounded globes as well as he was able to with his hands, squeezing them, digging his fingertips into them, her goosepimply flesh rippling as, for the first time it was manipulated by his firm, cool-to-the-touch hands. His fingers began tracing light circles around the surfaces of her plump globes. However uncomfortably her panties and her shorts were tightly crammed into her sensitive crotch, she felt the inner flesh of her vagina begin to tingle as it had tingled all those times she had witnessed her parents making love. She murmured silently, almost gasping, wanting more, afraid to ask, not knowing what to do now that it was all happening to her so suddenly.
When he kissed her soft, plump lips again, she was more than eager to respond, opening them widely beneath his, shuddering, feeling as if the underside of her tongue would melt away as his began probing into her mouth.
"I am a virgin," she told him, swaying. "I don't have a hymen to prove it, but I am a virgin."
"I know," he nodded.
"How do you know?" she asked.
"I told you. You belong to me. I have to be the first one."
She felt herself swaying as she was caught up in the rhythmic movement of his squeezing hands and plunging tongue, and she began to violently writhe and wriggle, her chest now pressing flushly, solidly against his, her breasts being delightfully crushed between them.
She found her thighs automatically responding to the pressure of his squeezing hands, and she spread her knees slightly as he forced his own knees between them. A voice inside tried to tell her to stop, and that it certainly wasn't right for some strange youth she had only met once before to suddenly come into her house and take advantage of her body, but she loved what he was doing. Gee! It felt so good, so very good!
The funny thing was, Marty believed everything he was saying to Marie. He had handed different lines to different girls, telling them all what they wanted to hear, but with Marie it was different. She was special, all right. He had seen all the other men keeping away from her, and it suited him just fine. She was probably the most singularly beautiful girl he had ever seen, and though he wasn't going to go as far as predicting wedding bells at this point, he somehow knew she had to be his. He discovered now that she was as passionate as she was beautiful, and she was his in her mind as well as in his own.
He felt her stiffening her body as if attempting to gain some kind of control over herself, his two hands reaching below the rounded cheeks of her ass and caressing the tender firm hollows of her tan thighs very gently. Knowing if he ever got to her clitoris, she would simply explode with wanton delight, he held her firmly and slowly began edging his fingers into the narrow crotch band of her panties. But with her pants pulled so tightly he discovered her leaking cunt was not so easily accessible. He dug harder, jabbing his fingers into the split between her soft, fur-covered labia, trying hard to get at the core of her.
He was well aware of her internally inflamed, widely spread pussy bubbling with vaginal cream. The mucous flow came out onto her panties and his fingers, and he knew he was so near, so very near. His mouth kissed hers again, and for a brief instant she responded, but when his digging fingers went a little deeper, she pulled away, afraid.
"STOP IT!" she gasped, pushing him back and tugging the legs of her hot pants back into place, shoving him away when he tried putting his arms around her again. She walked out of the kitchen into the living room, terrified.
Marty followed her, asking, "What's wrong, Marie? It's right between us, and you know it!"
"Leave me alone," she insisted, just wanting to catch her breath for the moment, aching to sit down away from him alone. She rejected the sofa, knowing he would sit beside her if she sat there, and she sat in the large, overstuffed Morris chair near the window. Not that anyone outside would have been able to see anything looking in. Her house, like all the others around here, each had between one to two acres of ground, and as a result no passerby would ever come close enough to peer into the window.
"What is it?" Marty asked.
"I just don't want to have sex with you," the beautiful brunette insisted in a surprisingly prudish manner. Considering her body was aflame for him, she was astonished that she had said it. Perhaps it was the fact that she had been anticipating it for so long, now that it was suddenly almost thrust upon her, she didn't want it. "It's really very simple," she went on. "Sure I like you, sure I'm really attracted to you, but you know you're handing me a line. I'll bet you've said something like this to lots of other girls. I'd kind of like to get to know you as a person before this goes any further."
"Now wait a minute," he replied. "I'm not gonna kid you and tell you I haven't been with other girls. Yeah, I've had my quota, if you wanna call it that. But even though I'll admit telling things to girls, I never told a lie, never. If I told a girl she was beautiful, then in my eyes, she was beautiful. Well, I'm telling you something I've never told another girl. I'm telling you I think you and I were made for each other. I'm telling you that you and I are going to see a lot of one another in the future, and though I'm making no promises, I can't see myself ending up with anyone else-at least not at the moment. Sure, I'm just twenty, just a kid, and I know I have a long way to go before I start making a future for myself. But I know two things right now, Marie. I know for a fact that I want you more than I've ever wanted any other female in the world before. I know that you want me more than you've ever wanted any other guy before."
"It still doesn't make up for us not really knowing each other."
"Come on, people live together for fifty years and they don't know each other. You and I know one another better than they do."
"It's easy to charm me with words, Marty, I've never done anything with a boy before..."
"You feel it, Marie," he told her. "So do I. Look, I'll be honest with you. I'll do something with you I never dreamed I'd do, not even with my wife. If I have a yearning for any other female, I promise, for as long as you and I go together, I'll ask, and wait for your permission before having anything physical to do with her."
"You must be crazy. You know I'd never allow you to have anything to do with another woman if you wanted to go with me. So then you'd just break things off."
"No." he told her. "I want to start something between us. If it's broken off, you'll have to break if off. I'm so crazy about you, I'll go as far as to say, as long as you say it's on, it stays on, and I won't touch another female without your say-so."
"That's a very heavy commitment," she insisted.
"Yeah," he nodded. "But that's the kind of guy I am. What's more, if you, for any reason, feel the urge to ... well, you know, do something with another guy, as long as you still want to stay with me, I won't ask you to ask for my permission."
"How can you make a commitment like that?"
"I don't know," Marty replied. "If we did know each other a little longer, and we were a little older, I'd call it love. But I won't go that far right now. All I'll say is, I'm nuts about you. How about it, Marie?"
"Marty, we should get to know each other a little better first..."
"Yes or no, Marie. That's all, yes or no."
"Oh Marty, don't force me..."
"I'm forcing you. Is it because you think I'm too young for you?"
"No, of course not, don't talk like that," she insisted, her voice sounding a little sad.
"Be sure now," he insisted.
"I am sure," she replied. "I didn't know how old you were until you told me, and what's more, I didn't care."
"Are you sure that if I wasn't a little older..."
"Now you're being cruel," she said, sounding offended.
"Yes, I guess I am," he replied. "Yes or no!" She took a deep breath, then finally nodded, saying, "Yes!"
"Believe me, I do love you, Marie, in my own crazy way. There, I've said it, and I'm not sorry."
"All right," she said to him, suddenly committed to her new course of action. "Since you were so insistent on my agreeing to everything, suppose you show me just what it is you intend using on me. Come on, Marty," she teased. "Here and now, right in the middle of the floor, drop those pants and let me see what it is you have."
With the least little bit of hesitation, Marty Philips undid his pants, then dropped them, along with his underpants, down around his feet, kicking them off.
Marie just sat there, stunned. What she saw was obviously at least as long and as thick as that which her own father sported, though she had never before seen one this close. It was long, white, with a pinkish-purple head that glistened with secretions coming from the little slit in its circumcised tip.
"Gollleeeee!" she gasped.
"Well," he asked, "does it turn you on?"
"I was turned on long before looking at it," she admitted. "I didn't need that to arouse me. I just wanted to see if you were willing to display yourself to me."
"I'm willing to do anything you suggest," she heard him say. "Now the question is, just what are you willing to do?"
"I don't know, yet," she answered.
"Will you touch it?" he asked.
"I'm afraid to."
"Touch it and you'll find you won't be afraid." "I don't know, I don't know. Yes, I am afraid.
Maybe you should get dressed again, Marty. I'm really scared."
"Sure," he told her, making no move to pick up his pants. "Look, I don't want to do anything that'll hurt or scare you. This is crazy! I must be in love with you or I'd have walked out of here a helluva long time ago. It's not just the sex that's keeping me here, Marie. It's you, personally."
As he spoke, he suddenly fell to his knees before her as she still sat in the chair, looking more like a supplicant at the moment than a lover.
"Don't do that," she insisted. "You're making me feel guilty."
"I'm not trying to make you feel guilty," he continued, touching her hand, noting she didn't try to pull it away.
Before she was aware of it, he was kissing her again, lightly this time, not using his tongue, just his lips. He held her close for a moment, his left hand on her right hand, rubbing the top of it as he slowly stood, bending over so that he was able to continue kissing her.
Marie was unaware of his left hand moving her right hand to his groin, and then he was wrapping her fingers around his penis, and she was gripping it tightly, squeezing it before she was aware of what it really was. She gave a start and tried to let go, but his hand was wrapped around hers, holding it firmly down there. His pulsating organ was twitching and shuddering, and seconds began passing before she suddenly realized she was returning his throbs with little squeezes, squeeze-for-throb.
Oh damned! the beautiful girl thought to herself, realizing it was so thick she was barely able to fit her slender fingers around the throbbing organ. It felt different from the way she had imagined it might feel. It was hard, yet the outer casing was soft. And the throbs inside felt to her as if it was the beating of a living heart. The seepage on her inside wrist tickled her.
The beautiful girl's nipples swelled and became erect, thrusting through the flimsy halter she was wearing, pushing the white fabric out until they looked ready to break through. Marty moved his right hand to her left nipple and gently rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, making the girl gasp.
He took his hand from hers, but she still clung to his sturdy penis. Her mouth was tilted up to his, and he bent over and kissed her again. At the same time he reached behind her and unsnapped her halter. He slid the halter down over her arms where it remained suspended on her right arm because she wouldn't take her hand from his penis. But her full, white breasts came into view, so contrasting in color to the tan of her body flesh. He stared at the two mammarial wonders, marveling at their whiteness, their smoothness, and the delightful kneadable pliancy. He forced her to sit back in the chair, and even though her right hand still held his penis, he managed to lower his head just enough to surround her nipple with his lips, sucking on the tan extension. She had very small areolas but that didn't make her any less sexy. He had the sensate brown point between his teeth, nipping at it, nibbling, biting, arousing her, building the sensation in her quivering body higher and higher, making her feel all the things she had so often dreamed of feeling. He sucked harder, pulling more of the lovely breast into his hungering mouth.
"UUUUUUUNNNNNHHHHHH!" Marie gasped softly as she felt her head spinning uncontrollably while her fingers were tracing circles on the taut-skinned lance of his penis, the ball of her thumb dancing over the tip again and again.
He took her hand from his penis for a moment to remove her halter, and then her hand clamped right back on. Her thumb returned to the head of his cock and began rubbing, massaging the seeping oil right back into his flesh. More seepage began coming from his penile tip, and Marie, feeling the wetness wash over her hand, felt herself becoming afraid all over again.
"NO MORE, PLEASE, MARTY!" she wept, her breath quickening, knowing deep down that if he listened to her and stopped, she would hate him the rest of her life.
He moved his body lower, taking his penis out of her hand for the moment, and his face rested on her chest as he continued sucking her tantalizing breasts, one at a time. His ear picked up the thumping of her heart and he knew she was as aroused as he and inwardly begging for more.
He pushed his hand into the waistband of her hot pants, shoving, cramming, letting his fingers reach down until they felt the ebony tendrils of hair on her pubic mount, and he wondered if they were the same jet-black as the hairs on her head. He pushed his fingers deeper until one of them worked its way into her pink slit, and the palm of his hand was cupping her pelvis.
"Oh no!" the lovely brunette cried, but very weakly, trembling out of control as he continued cupping her inflamed vaginal labia, rhythmically running his hand up and down, up and down. She was wetter than a dishrag, and when his finger began probing into her pink slash, she began jetting out colorless ointment uncontrollably, again and again. Her sensitive inner lips parted before the insistent probe of his driving finger, and he pushed his finger deeper until it slid into the tight suction cup of her vagina, right to the second joint. As she had explained earlier, she had no hymen, even though she was a virgin, and though she was tighter than a vise inside, she was soaking wet. The heel of his hand was now rubbing against the little button of her clitoris, rubbing solidly, creating friction where there had never been friction before. Her pulsating vagina was as pliant as cake batter at this point.
Feeling weak and shuddery, terrified beyond belief of her own inner emotions, but more terrified not to let this be carried to a natural conclusion, she clamped her thighs tightly around the boy's hand, imprisoning it for the moment. Marty leaned forward and sucked on her nipples all the more strongly, and then tilted her across the arm of the chair and forced his finger even deeper into her, letting it make all kinds of squishing sounds as it moved in and out of her vaginal mouth. He massaged her again and again, and she writhed in time to the way his finger moved.
"UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH!" she gasped, aware that in spite of all her inner fears, her desires were winning out, and her narrow vagina was constricting all the more tightly around his thrusting finger, leaking more of her inner fluid.
Marty held her tightly, feeling the little clitoral nodule beginning to expand, and then her entire overheated vagina began inwardly opening up as she achieved her first orgasm. It was a small one, but it was definitely an orgasm, and it blasted through her. Her body shuddered, twitched and silently vibrated, and then the air came out of her lungs and she moaned helplessly. Her thighs opened to the assault perpetrated on them by his fingers, the slick, puffy vaginal lips made to throb uncontrollably.
When it was over, and he remained nakedly squatting in front of her, Marie felt suddenly embarrassed. She bit her knuckle and for awhile refused to look him in the eye. She even refused to move or look up when he tugged his finger from the sucking depths of her richly aromatic virgin twat and stood up to remove what was left of his clothing.
"Marie," he whispered, totally undressed. "I'm committed to you now. But if you don't want to continue, say so. You see, the longer I know you, the more strongly are my feelings for you, and if you really want me to dress and go away, say so, and I'll do it. God only knows, but I do love you, crazy as it sounds."
She hugged him to her breast, saying, "I'm afraid, Marty. Much as I want it, I'm so afraid. Make it good for me, Marty, please, make it good for me. I need to be loved."
She bit her lip as he made her lie back while he peeled her hot pants and panties from her body. He stopped to take off her shoes and socks as well. The aromatic scent of her orgasm still filled the crotch of her panties, and he inhaled the rich fragrance of her. Then he stared for a long, long moment at the beautiful black-haired snatch, seeing how rich in color were the pink vibrant inner labia.
He picked her up and carried her to the middle of the living room floor. He put her down and positioned her, lifting her knees and bracing her heels against the floor. Then he spread her soft thighs apart, noting the contrast where she was tanned and where her bikini bathing suit had covered her body. Her vagina continued bubbling with more and more juices, and his licentious eyes were more aroused by her than ever. He knelt between her knees and stared at the dark, ebony hair, sparse for all its darkness, noting some few strands were stuck with her own juices to either side of her winking vaginal gash.
Marie shut her eyes. She knew what to expect, having seen her father do it so often to her mother. But she hadn't known what to expect in the way of feeling. She was petrified, feeling ashamed that she was unable to control her own emotions. She quaked as he placed a finger on either side of her bedewed and tender cunt lips and then began to slowly spread them with a careful, deliberate motion, pulling them farther and farther apart until they were unable to stretch any further. Smiling, he stared at the pouting O of her swollen vaginal lips, seeing them form an almost perfect circle, like a mouth that was open in surprise. She was slick with vaginal seepage, her budding clitoris peeping, looking beyond the delicately wrinkled labia and into the rich coral of the orifice itself, the sunlight coming from the window over his shoulder aiding him. He peered as far into the pink-walled cavern as possible, then he softly began blowing air into her. When she felt the hot breath graze her myriad of sensitive nerve-endings inside, her heartbeat, already at a rapid pace, began to increase even faster.
Marty sank the full length of his lustful tongue into her womanly cove with a vibrant suddenness that seemed to take the breath away from the beautiful brunette. He felt an inward sense of total delight in tasting the rich source of her feminine musk. His nostrils were a'twitch, expanding and contracting insanely with the delicious aroma of her. Her body shook and trembled as she realized he was doing something else her daddy often did to her mother. He was licking her pussy.
His tongue slithered in and out of her almost uncontrollably, making her helplessly vibrate and quake, reaming her interior, bringing it back to vibrant life all over again, every thrilled nerve inside her ajangle with desire. Her clitoris was captured between his sucking upper lip and the pressure of his long tongue, and he began swishing the latter from side to side.
"OHHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNHHH ... GOOOD GODDDDDD ... HHHAAANNN-GGGHHHH!" she cried, as he continued his oral attack on her tremblingly defenseless vagina. She ground her buttocks into the carpet beneath her, rotating as if trying to drill a large hole in the floor, intent on trying to escape the probing tongue. Animal passion roared anew through her, and she wailed and gasped with lust.
Marty's working hands ran themselves beneath the lovely brunette's rounded buttocks as he began brutally spreading the tantalizing flesh of her shuddering ass-cheeks. He pushed his mouth all the more firmly against the lips of her cunt, his tongue sinking deeper and deeper into her womanly tunnel. Sucking sounds echoed and re-echoed throughout the entire room as she automatically began lifting her loins to meet the probe of his tongue as it sank into her sucking pussy.
His hands moved into the narrow crevice between her tantalizing ass-cheeks, and he ran the tip of a finger over the little crinkle of her trembling anus. Then he began pressing his fingertip into the pucker, and the shuddering nineteen-year-old girl clenched her tiny fists, her vibrantly naked flesh totally overcome by the handsome youth's raw lust.
He slowly but surely pushed a finger into her posterior, and though she struggled to fight it at first, her sphincter muscle tired rapidly, and the finger finally slid into her rectum. Her backside began spasming and she was crying out in a wanton delirium, feeling some minor discomfort, but it was mixed with definite feelings of arousal increasing inside her.
She gasped when his rapier-like tongue suddenly pulled itself out of her vagina. It had felt so good, she was certain she would have been able to lie there all day and allow him to continue doing just that. Now the oral digit was moving lower, heading for the brown little prune his finger had been probing. She thought she was going to scream, but instead moaned with wondering delight as the man's tongue flicked soddenly, wetly against her tingling anal opening.
"UUUNNNHHHH ... NOT THAT, MARTY. NOT THAT ... DON'T DO THAT!" she gasped, but even as she cried it out, she dug her heels into the floor and lifted her body higher, pushing her vaginal mouth against his face in an ungodly attempt to rape her own tingling rectum with his probing tongue. She was aware of the flesh of her shuddering breasts and stomach suddenly turning to goose bumps, and the lovely girl began whipping her head uncontrollably from side to side, overwhelmed by the inundating feeling charging through her quaking form. His tongue moved from her anal pucker to her vaginal opening, then back again. It continued this movement, from one to the other, washing across her perineum repeatedly, making her buttocks pounce on the palms of his hands in wild abandon as her body began shuddering out of control.
"HONEY, YOU'RE ALL WOMAN," Marty gasped at her, lifting his head from her groin. "You're more woman than any two other girls I've ever known, and I think I'm gonna stay in love with you forever."
To himself, he had to admit he was more than merely fascinated by the beautiful Marie. She was everything a man ever wanted in a woman, even to her seeming innocence while responding so raptly to his tongue and finger. She would never be the kind of female to freeze in the bedroom. He knew she was still trying to fight these new feelings. After all, this was her first time, but he also knew she was rapidly losing her fear, and soon she would be begging him for more. The thing was, he knew ahead of time, whatever she wanted would make him happy. Even if she insisted he stand by and watch her be fucked by someone else, he would be happy to do it if he knew it made her happy. Little did he know how prophetic his thoughts were.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, honey," he said to her, knowing by now she would automatically refuse in spite of all she had enjoyed, while hoping he would disregard her refusal.
He was on his knees and moving closer to her vagina, and the determination in his eyes told Marie that no matter how hard she begged, he was going in. His hand was gripping his up-thrust shaft, and she realized this was the moment of truth. He was going to finally pierce her body with his masculine javelin. "I'm going to bury this as deep into you as a man can possibly go into a woman, and you won't be able to think straight for a week afterward."
"Marty, oh Marty, I'm so afraid, I'm so afraid. Don't do it to me ... not yet, not yet, I'm not ready for it. You know that," Marie wailed, honestly afraid, though not certain if her fear was caused by his being about to fuck her, or the fact that he might not want to fuck her. She was up on her elbows now, staring at this hugely throbbing penis, and just beneath, his hair-covered pink balls.
"You're going to love every little bit of this," he promised her. "A woman's defloration is something she never forgets, and since I'm going to do it the right way, you'll only remember it with fond thoughts," he assured her.
He was already lowering himself on top of her, and she felt another spasm of fear blast through her.
"NO, NO, NO!" she gasped out loud, trying suddenly to escape from him, hoping to somehow or other pull out.
At the moment he seemed like a lust-crazed animal whose only interest was physical. She didn't care if he loved her or not, she didn't want that spear of his penetrating her core.
But before she was able to move, Marty flattened her on the carpet again, his chest pressing on the twin pillows of her lovely breasts and threatening to squash them so they would never billow fully out again. Unable to struggle, finding it difficult to breathe, Marie remained perfectly still. Her gushing pussy started cringing as the man leveled his phallic cannon at it, her raw and sensitive clitoral nerve shuddering helplessly as he nuzzled it with his cock-head. Paralyzed by the combination of his weight and her own fear, Marie found herself gasping when the massively bulbous pink head of his thick white shaft parted her delicate labia. Arcs of sizzling electricity went vibrantly coursing through her quaking body. Anticipating her violation, possibly total physical ruination, she found herself incapable of moving as the man slid forward a little, and sighed.
He had the head of his penis between her inner lips, the tip actually inserted into her cunt, and he gripped her shoulders and pushed-hard, lodging the front half of his swollen tip inside her pulsating opening. The sudden stretching of her feminine chasm caused her to feel pain, sharp pain and she cried out, "N-O-O-O-O MARTY, NO, I CAN'T TAKE IT!"
But that first, sharp, stabbing sensation was the worst of the pain. Because it was so strong, it temporarily numbed her. As her impalement continued, she swiftly lost her fear, and before her desire began building her curiosity started getting the better of her. She wondered about this growing, bloated feeling between her shuddering thighs, and soon she felt it extending, or so it seemed into her abdomen. She wondered how it would relate to the pleasure she had felt prior to feeling any pain. She wondered if she would indeed become excited all over again. With his expert tongue, Marty had indeed brought her to the edge of a second orgasm, and at the moment she was hanging in a kind of limbo between numbness and total pleasure. Her nipples were so swollen, she thought they would explode like tiny firecrackers, and her anus still tingled from the pressure of his tongue. Her vaginal tissues were alive and vibrant in spite of the stretching they were receiving, and the numbness was now fast disappearing. She was overwhelmed by the length and thickness of him, but she was enjoying it, a little.
Before'" he had entered her completely, the beautiful Marie realized the steady pulsating throb in every ironed-out pore in her shuddering vagina reached near-crescendo proportions. It was feeling good, really good! When he finally plunged that last few inches into her, filling the last of her depths with the last little bit of his thrusting lance, she sensed vibrating charges of corrugated sensation shuddering and transmitting itself from his massive shaft through her tenderly soaking membranes.
Now that he was all the way in, he lay perfectly still for the moment, soaking her up, soaking in the feelings from her marvelous cunt, admitting to himself though he had fucked countless other women, no other cunt had thrilled him as much as this one. He flexed his phallic tool, lurching it even deeper into her trembling belly, and this time, instead of pain she gasped an, "AAAAHHHHH!"
There was no other pussy in the whole wide world like this one. She was filled with him, but he was also filled with the feeling of her. She was that one-in-a-million kind of female he would never find again, and he knew he would be a damn fool to ever let go of her.
His mind searched back into his past, thinking of all the cunts his cock had probed. No other woman had ever aroused this kind of feeling in him, and no other woman had ever reacted so strongly to his driving thrusts. He knew she was all set to blow off again at any moment, whether she cared to admit it to herself or not, though in the short time he had come to know her, Marty was certain Marie was the kind of woman who would be honest with herself, especially about herself. His nuts were aching to blast their load into her, but somehow he was keeping himself under control. For the first time in his life he had found a girl who mattered.
The softly palpitating flesh of her surrounding vaginal walls scabbarded him more and more tightly, clinging harder and more firmly to him that a barnacle. He continued moving now, pumping in and out of her, moving faster and faster, pumping deeper and deeper, ramming his throbbing cock all the way in, then almost all the way back, feeling her sucking walls clinging all the more solidly to him with each motion. The sucking sounds made by the movement of his hard cock inside her cunt was music to his ears. Her breath was rasping in her throat, and finally it came to her that excitement was mounting in her body strictly as a result of the throbbing penis moving in and out of her pussy. She dug her heels into the floor and lifted her buttocks, rotating her pussy against his thrusting cock. Whimpers of pleasure became loud gasps of wanton need. She was continually grinding and slamming her vagina against him, and her legs began quivering on either side of his thick, staking cock.
Marty was so close to achieving his own satisfaction, he had to stop short, or else he would have exploded a load of sperm into her. Hell! For the first time in his life he didn't want to run the risk of getting her pregnant, of getting a woman pregnant.
"I'm gonna pull out before I cum," he told her. "I don't wanna risk making you pregnant."
"If you love me as you claim, you'll finish inside me," she insisted. "I'll be all right. I keep a record of my menstruating days. I menstruate regularly, like clockwork, every twenty-nine days. That means my period of ovulation is between the twelfth and the eighteenth day. Well, this is the twenty-second day since my last period, so I'm in the safe time. Now you go ahead and do it to me, Marty. You started me on this, and I'll never forgive you if you don't finish it properly."
"Do what properly?" he asked.
"Fuck me properly," she said, saying the word with apparent ease, as if she had said it many times before. "FUCK ME, HARD! FUCK ME DEEP. FUCK ME UNTIL I CAN'T STAND UP STRAIGHT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
As she said the words she slammed her tender cunt right up to him, driving it at him again and again and again, slamming her labia against his pubic bone with earth-shattering strength, making Marty's skeleton rattle.
"Hell! I never told any other woman I loved her, but I'm saying it to you," he informed her, then jammed into her with overpowering force, drawing nearly all the way out of her sucking sheath, then ramming forward with all the strength in him. He repeated it again and again, quickening his movements, pounding into her harder and faster, slamming every last little bit of his cock into her feminine gully. Her body, aching for the love her eyes had witnessed so often between her parents, was now the recipient of such love. She felt herself on the verge of an explosion as she lay beneath him, and she grunted uncontrollably, hurtling her overheated vagina back and forth on the full length of his twitching penis.
She began gurgling rapturously, making gasping sounds in her throat as she found his mouth with her tongue, then pushed her oral organ so far into his mouth she thought it might be reaching into his throat.
He sensed she was on the edge now, and moved all the more quickly, wanting to bring the beautiful woman to fulfillment. He had no idea why any woman should mean as much to him as she, but he knew with as much certainty as she, the two of them belonged to one another, and if anyone ever became physical with either of them again, it would be with the knowledge and consent of the other.
The tension in Marie's body had become too much. Her body's mainspring discovered it was over-wound for too long a period of time. All she needed was one more thrust-one more thrust...
"AAAIIIEEEYYYAAAIIIEEEAAAGGGHH-HHAAANNNGGGHHHAAAIIIYYYAAAIIIYYYAAAEEEAAAGGGHHH!" Marie screech ed, as her body suddenly erupted in a single long seizure and her tongue almost fell into her throat. She hurled her body up and down, shrieking, "YYYY AAANNNGGGHHH! AAANNNGGGHHHHHH!"
For one split second the handsome youth opened his eyes to look at the beautiful woman he had just thoroughly fucked, seeing the total sensation she was feeling and the thrills she was undergoing. Perspiration was dripping from her face, and her lovely features were grimacing as if she was in contorted pain as she wrapped her legs tightly around him and ground the fullness of her swollen paps into his chest, clinging to him so tightly with her sucking pussy that he feared his next backstroke would tug her innards completely out of her. Either that, or his own cock would be tugged from his body by its roots as he felt it suddenly exploding uncontrollably, shooting out one bolt of semen after another into her, his spine twitching as he curled his toes and sent boiling sperm into the gnawing suction cup of her body, gasping, in short bursts, "HHHAAANNNHHH ... UUUNNNH-HHHH ... GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHH-H ... UUURRRNNNGGGHHH ... HHHNN-NGGGHHH ... GGGNNNGGGHHH!"
"Oh golly!" Marie gasped, just before letting her body go limp, feeling as if her mind was puddling along with her physical being as she seemed to totally deflate.
When her senses finally did return to her, Marie was aware Marty was no longer on her, but carefully cleaning her with a towel, drying her off, kissing her face, whispering words of love.
"I guess I couldn't have asked for a better initiation," she said, finally.
"When are your folks due home?" he asked.
"In about two hours," she replied.
"Well then, let's have a piece of pie, and then go on to the next round."
Marie smiled. He loved her enough to stay after his initial orgasm.
CHAPTER TEN
It was Friday evening, and Karen noticed her sister was staying home even though her parents and Marty had already gone out for the evening. She had a date with Duke Powell, but he wasn't due for more than an hour.
Both sisters were in their house robes, and Karen, feeling sorry for her sister, since she knew how frustrated Anna had been feeling since her lack of physical satisfaction with Duke Powell had led to Karen's defloration. Karen didn't know Anna had witnessed her contact with Duke, but she felt sorry for the older girl, herself knowing the bliss of intercourse while understanding her sister's frustration.
She walked into Anna's room while the latter was lying on her bed with her head propped up by some pillows, trying to read.
"Hi," she said. "Something's bothering you. I can see it. Want to talk about it?"
Anna looked at her younger sister and flushed a little, thinking Karen had matured considerably since becoming sexually knowledgeable, while she had temporarily remained at a standstill.
"Yes," Anna finally said, putting the book down on her night table. "I do want to talk about it."
"Go on, I'm listening," Karen told her.
"Well, today, while we were playing tennis, in the late afternoon, you remember Duke came over to talk to you?"
"Yes," Karen nodded.
"Do you remember the man with him?"
"You mean that tall, baldheaded man?"
"Yes, well that was his father."
"Really? He didn't tell me."
"His father introduced himself to me at the time. We had a short talk, and he's the one hosting the little get-together we're having with Duke's family tomorrow night, at the club."
"Well, what's troubling you?"
"To be frank, the man and I had a short but direct discussion. He told me he's very attracted to me, but doesn't want me to get any wrong ideas. He said he'd like to make love to me, but he doesn't want me to think he's being romantic. It was almost a business proposition, and I laughed him off."
"So what's the problem?" Karen asked. "He's a horny old man who has the hots for you. I'm sure if Duke hadn't told him I was his own special property, he probably would have propositioned me as well."
"The problem," Anna replied, "is that I was almost tempted to agree to his proposition. I don't love the man, and I can't see myself ever really falling for him, other than in a physical sense, but that's just it. Even though he's in his fifties and bald, he's loaded with personality, and God! I wanted to."
"I see," Karen nodded.
"So we're going to be at that party tomorrow evening, and I'm sure he'll try propositioning me again. Tell me, what do I do?"
"I don't know," Karen replied, and she didn't know, either.
She reached over to brush the golden hair, still damp from a recent shower, from her sister's face. Their eyes met, and each showed a searching concern for the other.
"Funny, but ever since that night I rejected Duke, I've had this need for satisfaction," Anna confessed. "Do you know, I never once masturbated in all my nineteen years, and yet, in the past week I've done it at least a dozen times, and it's never been enough. I've been such a damned fool! Well, my loss is your gain."
"Don't talk like that," Karen admonished.
"You and I are emotionally different. Not that we don't feel things the same way, but I've always been more aggressive than you. That's why I used to spy on Marty when we were younger, while you used to admonish me for it. My seeing the way Marty handled the girls in his room was what made me want a man. I didn't go near Duke until you did turn him away. Even then, I was frightened a little, but he made things easy for me. I've learned a lot about love in the past few days, and I discovered it's not just something between a man and a woman. Anna, I can give you a little love, if you'll let me, if you won't think terrible things about me."
"What..."
Before Anna was able to finish the sentence, Karen leaned forward and suddenly kissed her distraught sister on the lips, very gently, but most definitely not in the way a girl would kiss a girl. Anna, taken totally by surprise, discovered herself responding. Their lips continued to meet, again, then again, and then again. Karen's parted slightly, her tongue darting out. She discovered the underside of Anna's tongue, tasting it, finding it warmly sweet, and surprisingly responsive. Possibly Karen was curious without quite knowing it about her older sister's responses, but more-likely. She was acting subconsciously with the assured knowledge that there was a time-honored, if somewhat indirect way to make Anna relax and lose some of the nervousness that bothering her. Since masturbation was not the way for her sister, then another kind of intercourse had to be performed, a kind without penile penetration. She had often thought about it, wondering how Duke was able to so hungrily devour her sister, then herself. It was obvious he didn't do it merely for the gratification of the female. He plainly got some kind of enjoyment out of it himself, and as a result he did it in such a way as to carry her to heaven on feathered wings. Well, Karen wanted to find out for herself what was so wonderful about pussy-lapping, and this was the perfect time to learn about it. At any rate, she knew Anna was not going to thrust her away as she had done with Duke. Anna was ready for this now.
Without further ado, with a soft, tantalizing tenderness, more than she would have used even on herself, the beautiful caramel-haired girl's long, slender fingers parted the delightfully soft, moist crevice between her wrought-up sister's trembling thighs as she latter's robe fell open. She parted the labia very gently, listening to the sucking noises as the lips separated. One sharp fingernail lightly scraped across the shuddering bud of Anna's quivering clitoris, and instantly the little pellet came forth from the frenulum of skin protecting it, reaching toward the finger that had aroused it. All was still for a moment, a breathless moment, and then Karen said, "Do you want me to continue?"
Karen's tantalizing movement had been so expert considering she had never done this before, so deft that she had taken herself by surprise as well as her sister, and she was even more astonished to hear Anna say, "Yes!"
Anna gasped the word out automatically, without thinking. She knew if she stopped to think she might change her mind. Foolishness had lost her one sexual experience, and she wasn't about to rob herself of another.
"Sit up for a moment," Karen insisted.
Anna did so, and Karen slid the house coat from her arms, down to her buttocks. Then Anna lay down and lifted her rear-end for the few seconds it took her loving sister to slide the house coat out from under her. Cool air wafted over her body, making Anna shudder and she shut her eyes, remembering the night she had spied on her sister and Duke, and the cool air that had wafted over her at that time, as she had initially masturbated.
Karen surveyed the naked white body of her sister as it lay beside her. Her own gray eyes drank in the creamy, smooth skin, skin that neither tanned nor burned-skin that covered a thin body like her own, with breasts almost as small as her own, breasts that would never sag, not even in old age. Karen felt sexual arousal burning through her, as well, and she pressed her own thighs tightly together, feeling her pussy oils beginning to secrete the first anticipatory juices of seething lust. She was, in essence, getting herself ready for Duke.
Still not used to this herself, Karen began, with what was plainly unaccustomed personal confusion to caress the white, slim body of the beautiful girl lying beside her, watching Anna's nipples swell and rise. Anna's nipples were a rich pink as opposed to her own which had the brownish-pink tinge of their mother. She continued her tender minstrations, feeling the nipples growing even longer and thicker as she brushed her hand across one breast, and then the other. She stroked slowly, moving her palm across Anna's round white shoulders, then her sides, then once again her breasts. She massaged the rigidly upstanding nipples and then slowly began sliding her hands across the flat of her sister's white belly to the soft satin skin that was the insides of her firm, slenderly columnar thighs. Her hand once again found Karen's delicate vaginal labia, and she discovered they were wetter, slicker, and she began rubbing her fingers up and down inside the heatedly wet slit as she lowered her head to her sister's breast. Her mouth opened and she sucked Anna's left nipple inside, her other hand circling and pressing whatever was left of the breast.
Their movements on the surface were slow and dream-like, as if entranced. The two women were responding to one another, one giving, one taking, both glorying in what was happening. Karen realized she liked being the "man" for a change, though it wasn't something she would want to do permanently. This was merely something different.
Anna had started rocking her hips very slowly up and down, moving her cunt back and forth against the pressure of the probing finger working in her now-pulsating slash. At the same time she sighed in response to the way Karen was sucking her nipples, moving from one breast to the other, licking a pathway between them with her tongue.
She shuddered when she realized Karen was slowly letting her lips slide down her rib cage toward her belly. Anna realized Karen was going to do the same thing Duke Powell had tried doing to her, and this time she wasn't going to fight it. This time she was going to accept it, knowing her sister did it with love and out of concern her for her. She quivered when Karen's tongue paused at her navel, dipping in and licking around and around and around.
Karen was in a steamy state herself. She was as aroused as her sister, perhaps more so, being this close to the musky dell between Anna's thighs and inhaling the rich feminine fragrances within. She moved between the widespread legs and slowly pulled her finger from the sodden interior. Before Anna was able to object, she had replaced her manual digit with her oral extension, the tongue sliding easily into the puddled pink organ. She licked delicately, her head bobbing up and down, and Anna continued rocking her hips and moaning softly.
Karen was enjoying herself. The taste of her sister's vagina was as different to her as a new and exotic food. No wonder Duke liked doing this to women. Yes, she was clearly able to understand just why the man indulged in this. She knew if she suggested Anna do the same thing to her, the older sister would suddenly be totally turned off. This was something Anna had to discover for herself, just as she, Karen, was learning it now.
Opening her hungry mouth very wide, she clamped her lips against Anna's seething little Vesuvius, sucking the labia between her lips as her tongue continued lapping and playing havoc with the upstanding extension of Anna's clitoris. A sharp and violent throb of raw lust shot through Anna, and though she initially wanted to react as she had with Duke, she controlled herself long enough to let the secondary set of lustful emotions take total control of her, and instead of pushing her sister away, she reached down with both hands and pressed on the back of Karen's head. She held the younger female firmly in place, and the heatedly sucking mouth pressed on her aching quim worked all the harder as her spine contorted up and down in response to the tongue probing her internal self.
The thrill was so totally overpowering, Anna knew she was going to climax rapidly, and she pressed her feet into her sister's back for leverage in an attempt to lift her tender powder puff pussy even higher, ramming it all the harder into the lovely woman's face. Karen was well aware her sister was on the verge of orgasm, and she wanted it to be a good one. She licked harder and faster.
Anna became absolutely rigid, feeling her clitoris being lapped again and again by a tongue that pressed itself into the simmering depths of her cunt tunnel as well. Her breath began coming in short grunts, and then, "HHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... UUUUUNNNNNGG-HHHHHH ... HHHHHAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAANNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Karen held her sister's seeping sex in her mouth until the violent twitching stopped, and then finally drew back, her face sodden with Anna's juices. She reached over the night table and took a tissue and wiped her face as Anna seemed to sink into oblivion a wide smile on her face.
"Thank you," Anna murmured.
"Any time, Sis," Karen replied, covering her sister up before turning out the light and leaving the room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Saturday arrived, and the day seemed to speed by. By now, it seemed that everyone in each of the families was aware there was some kind of friendship between individuals on both sides. Ursula Powell had been surprised that her daughter had befriended Marty Philips, but it didn't unduly disturb her. After all, Marie was nineteen now, and though Ursula had no idea how far Marie had gone with Marty, she was reconciled to the fact that Marie, being her daughter, as well as the daughter of her husband, had a double dose of hot blood in her, and if she had to surrender her virginity to anyone, it might just as well be to the Philips boy. Having seen Marty at the club with her daughter the previous day, she had to admit he was one handsome boy. In fact, he was so handsome, if there was some way to convince him to make love to her, she intended doing it.
Saturday evening finally arrived, and at nine o'clock, the Philips family and the Powell family met in the two rooms set aside for them on the second floor of the South-West Associated Players Club. Since Fred Powell was the host, he was the one who had the entire thing organized, and he had no intention of letting it be one of those dull, wishy washy talky affairs that lasts until one or two in the morning with all parties wishing it had ended three hours earlier.
They had dinner first, and unknown to everyone other than Fred Powell, the wine was spiked with a touch of aphrodisiac he, himself, had imported from the Far East. It was a little-known aphrodisiac, and unlike most of the known ones, it didn't irritate the genitals, but rather stimulated them.
After the meal, they had music piped into the room when the tables and chairs had been cleared away, and everyone was dancing. At first, Marie danced with Marty, Ursula danced with her own husband, as did Bea, and Duke took turns dancing with Karen and Anna. But after awhile they changed partners. First Duke danced with his own sister, as did Marty with Karen and Anna, while
Fred Powell danced with Bea Philips, and Ursula danced with Carey Philips, rubbing her pelvis against him, stimulating him. By now, the aphrodisiac was starting to work, and no one was aware when couches were brought into each of the rooms, wide, backless couches, placed against one wall in each room.
Fred Powell knew it would take two hours for the aphrodisiac to really get into everyone's system, and so the dancing continued, with Duke now dancing with his own mother, Carey dancing with his mother, and Anna and Karen dancing with their father, while Marie danced with Fred Powell. The bald man was smiling, seeing his daughter as a woman for the first time, realizing she, too, was being affected by the aphrodisiac. Hell! Sooner or later she was going to get laid. Might just as well be with him around to do the supervising.
Finally Ursula Powell was dancing with Marty Philips, rubbing her body decidely against that of the handsome twenty-year-old youth, and Marie was dancing with Carey Philips, feeling the older man tugging her against him. She was aware of sizzling electric currents shooting through her body as she felt his cock rubbing against her front, and though she didn't love the man, she didn't object to the way he was rubbing the head of his penis against her, either. She looked at Marty, dancing with her mother, and though she felt a stronger love than ever for him, for some reason she was unable to figure out, she had this uncontrollable desire to discover if the father was as good a lover as his son. She stared at Marty for a moment, and as if he felt her stare, he looked at her. His eyes had a pleading look in them, and though Marie didn't know how, she did know she understood that look to mean he wanted to fuck her mother, and he was in essence, asking her permission. She nodded imperceptibly, and he nodded back, as if to say he understood what it was that was in her mind.
Carey Philips wasn't able to understand why, but he was burning with desire for this lovely little brunette, and he wanted to drag her out of the room and find some place private. He was totally taken aback when Fred Powell announced, "Now let's have some more entertainment. Everyone has to take the partner they're with now, and lie down on one of the couches over there."
Under normal circumstances, what the bald-headed man was suggesting would have been totally unthinkable. But the aphrodisiac was working at its peak now, and would continue to do so for at least three hours. So Carey Philips took Marie Powell to the couch in the far left corner of the room. Duke Powell took Bea Philips to the couch beside them. Marty Philips took Ursula Powell to the next couch, and as the movie started, Fred Powell took both the Philips girls with him into the next room, where they would be able to see the movie through the open doorway. The couch in this room was even wider than the others. He had planned ahead of time, and he had planned well.
Anna was totally confused by all that was going on. Karen, who'd swallowed a bit more wine than anyone else, didn't question anything. She merely accepted everything that was happening.
"You have a beautiful body," Fred Powell said to Anna.
"You should see her naked," Karen told him.
The movie had already started, and Anna didn't seem the least bit surprised to see it was what was euphemistically termed a stag film. There were naked people all over the screen, and in almost no time they were fornicating in many different kinds of positions. Anna was wondering why her parents weren't objecting, but having had some of the wine herself, she soon came to the realization that it didn't much matter if they objected.
She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, noticing for the first time that Fred Powell had his arm around her waist, his hand pressed tightly against her side. She blushed as she watched the action on the screen, but as her eyes became accustomed to the dark, she blushed even more when she realized her brother, directly across from her, was hungrily kissing Fred Powell's wife, and the older woman was kissing back.
Anna became conscious of Fred's hand working its way around her waist even more firmly. Then his hand slid up to her small breast, encased in a halter dress that needed no brassiere. She was not the least little bit surprised when Fred slowly pushed the halter top of her dress from her shoulders and exposed her small, pink-nippled breasts, whispering, "You are absolutely beautiful."
He began tweaking her nipples, and she lay there, letting him' continue, not even wondering why she was allowing this to happen.
She was aware of Fred Powell becoming more and more restless as he continued expertly caressing her. The man obviously had the advantage of experience on his side, and he was building desire in her body much more quickly than Duke had done the night she had aborted his lapping of her cunt. She now twisted herself so that she lay face up on the couch, grinding her buttocks downward, an aching hunger for sex inside her making her pant. Her ass-cheeks bounced repeatedly on the velvet of the couch, and though she was aware of her sister, lying on the other side of the man, she acted as if Karen wasn't there.
Fred dropped his hand to the beautiful light-blonde's knee, slipping it under the hem of her dress. His hand slowly moved higher, and she suddenly realized she was wearing the briefest of bikini panties underneath, and nothing else. She wanted it, and yet she was still afraid of men, and so she restrained his hand before it got too high.
A sound on the other side of the sofa made her look and see her sister was kissing Fred on the mouth, rubbing her own body against that of the older man. What had gotten into them all? Was everyone crazy? From the soft sucking sounds coming from the next room, she realized her parents were making love to the Powell children, while her brother was with Fred's wife, and here was Karen and herself with Fred Powell.
A sudden cool rush of air made her aware Fred Powell had worked the lower half of her dress up to her waist. He was rubbing her crotch, and she discovered she was responding to what he was doing.
With expert fingers, Fred Powell pushed aside the crotch band of Anna's panties and wormed his finger into the wetly sucking crack of her pink pussy. He pushed the finger deeper, and felt the tip slowly slide into resisting walls as Anna tightened her inner muscles against it, thereby making the static charges filling her body that much more acute. She held her breath for fear some tell-tale sound would escape her lips, while her very being quaked on its foundations as the father of the man who had deflowered her sister now moved his finger deeper into her, discovering she still had her hymen. He moved the finger in tantalizing little circles inside her quivering pussy. She was aware of her lubricating juices heavily seeping out as his thumb pressed against her clitoris, and massaged that as well.
Anna was emotionally torn between two feelings. The aphrodisiac in her was making her lustful desires for this baldheaded man build to a higher peak than ever, while the hidden prude in her continued to urge her to break away from all this and get out of here before she finally ended up like her sister, without her virginity. The first part of her insisted she really didn't want her virginity, while the second part argued that it would be shameful to let all this happen with her parents in the next room.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Anna finally gasped out.
"Tell her," Fred said smilingly to Karen, who was rubbing her own body against that of the man.
"Anna, honey, he's going to make a woman out of you," Karen said, giggling. "He's going to take your virginity, and I'm going to watch him do it."
Anna Philips wasn't able to believe her ears. She felt stunned, senseless, realizing deep down she had been aware this was going to happen, but she hadn't wanted to admit as much to herself. Here, with her sister watching, she was going to be deflowered. Her parents and the children and wife of Fred Powell would be watching as well, though they seemed to busy at the moment to care.
"Karen!" she gasped. "No! No! Don't let this happen! Not here, not now! This is wrong!"
Languidly, Karen rose from her side of the backless couch and walked over to where her sister lay. She stared at the squirming body of the beautiful girl, impaled as it was on Fred's finger, and she sat on the edge of the couch and began squeezing her sister's breasts, saying, "Honey, you have to lose that irritating hymen some time, and this is as good a time as any."
"No!" Karen insisted. "I think we should go home right now!"
"Don't be silly, Anna," Karen said, giggling. "Look at Mom and Dad over there. Do you think they're going to interrupt what they're doing to take you home? You know, if you screamed out loud right now I don't think they'd hear you. They're up in the air, just like we're up in the air. Enjoy it, Anna."
The man's finger continued stroking in and out of her vagina, going in only as far as her hymen, making Anna gasp each time. Her body was hot, and physically she was aching for relief. But there still seemed something terribly wrong about the way it was all happening.
Turning her head, Anna saw her brother, now totaly naked, across the room, mounting Usula Powell, sliding his long cock into the blonde woman. Ursula sighed with delight. It was so good to have a young cock fucking her again after all this time. Up to now, she had, for the most part, been fooling around with men in their forties and fifties.
Karen's breath almost whistled as it came out of her, for she, too, was watching their brother fucking Fred Powell's wife.
"Hurry with her," Karen said to Fred. "You have to do me next."
As she had been talking, Karen had been undressing, and Anna gasped as she saw her sister now totally naked, sitting on the edge of the couch next to her. She was still a beautifully blonde, breathtaking young female, and the aphrodisiac in her body was having more and more of an effect on her to the point where she was vibrantly aroused beyond control. Still, she didn't like the idea of a man taking advantage of her, and as much as she wanted sex, she didn't want this man to be the one to take her virginity.
Hands were all over her body, and suddenly she was aware of her own nakedness as her own sister helped the baldheaded man to undress her. It happened so quickly that, by the time her brain had stopped spinning for a moment in the semi-darkness, she realized Fred Powell was also totally naked, his long, red-topped spear standing out in front of him.
Surging heat began inundating her throbbing vagina as her small breasts expanded. Her sister was caressing her body, getting her ready for the man preparing to penetrate her.
"You'll like her," the aphrodisiacally aroused Karen was saying to Fred Powell. "She's as hot-blooded as the rest of us, and once that bit of virginal tissues is out of her, she'll really react."
"It's been awhile since I've had a virgin," Fred admitted.
"Well then, you let me get her primed first," Karen told him. "I know just how to do it."
"NO, DON'T ... DON'T..." Anna sighed, the sound bubbling from her helpless lips, but it was all to no avail.
Karen's lewd suggestion was set in motion almost immediately. The naked bodies of Fred Powell and her sister closed in on Anna, and the two of them began running their hands lightly, featheringly over her small, quivering breasts as well as her soft, warm flesh until her white skin glowed like shimmering pearl.
Karen reached out and began thumbing her sister's tantalizing pink nipples, massaging them to aching hardness, and Anna became more and more heated, staring at her sister in wonderment as Karen began crawling all over her squirming body, licking her nipples, sucking each areola, biting into the white of each breast. Then her mouth moved down, down, down over the soft mound of her shuddering belly and the smoldering skin of her quaking thighs, planting passionate kisses all the way. Her mouth slid easily between her loins now, and this time, in spite of the artificial arousal within her, Anna tried shutting her thighs. But her sister's hands forced them all the farther apart.
A gripping lust ripped through the bald-headed man's body, making his legs weak with excitement. He felt his testicles swell in a sac that was tightening around them. Watching the one sister working on the other was far more arousing than the stag movie he had showing, or the scene of even his daughter being loved by Carey Philips. Karen was forcing Anna's thighs wider apart so he was able to see the full-lipped cunt of the virgin. It was no longer a pink slash, but a gaping valley of quivering flesh.
His eyes mirrored the hungering desire in the eyes of the younger sister as the two of them, with salacious delight, stared at the upstanding pink nubbin that was Anna's clitoris.
"You're going to love this, Anna," Fred assured her. "Believe me, you're going to love this."
A hopeless moan came fluttering from the depths of the supine virgin as she felt, for the second time in two days, the hot, burning breath of her sister's mouth blowing against the tender rawness of her wet cunt lips. Then she groaned and gasped as Karen proceeded to lower her head and lick her vagina with wide sweeps of her tongue, paying special attention to the bump of her clitoris. She licked the little spike until it was as hard as one of her upstanding nipples, only it throbbed much more sensually. Velvet lips were once more covering her ultra-sensitive pussylips, and a tongue was again running along the outer labia, through fringes of dark-blonde hair, making her split wetter and wetter until Anna's breath was matching Karen's in intensity, and excitement. Her body continued writhing ecstatically as teeth, lips, and tongue worked their scorching magic between her loins.
"UNGH ... ANNNGGHHHHH ... -KAREN ... YOU'RE ... AAANNNGGGHHH DRIVING ME ... OHHHHH . . MADDDDDD . . NO MORE ... NO MORE ... I CAN'T ... UNGH ... TAKE THISSSSSS ... PLEASE STOP!"
Her cries filled the room, making Fred Powell's stiffened penis jerk and tremble with a blood-filling tingling. He was having a hard time controlling his cock, waiting until Karen would let it take the place of her sucking mouth.
Anna's mind continued to whirl and she gasped in short, grunting breaths as her sister finally took her mouth away from her soddenly drenched pubic slit for a moment, only to slam it right back into her tingling cunt hole, before once again dragging it out and letting it rub across her quaking clitoris. Once again she thrust the oral organ into Anna's cunt as far as it was able to go. Anna thought she felt the tip of her sister's tongue touching her hymen. But Karen still wasn't satisfied. She wanted more than mere moans from her sister. Karen was determined to kill the streak of prudery running through her sister once and for all. She would make Anna beg and scream before turning her over to Fred Powell.
Karen slowly raised her soaking face, and in the flickering light coming from the projector in the next room, grinned salaciously at the expanse of undulating flesh that was her sister. She looked past the cuntal mound, past the small, hard-tipped nipples. Her mouth and cheeks were wet and glistening from her own saliva as well as her sister's secretions, and she whispered, "Don't be afraid, Anna. We love you, we love you very much. Tell us, tell us what it is you want. You know what you want. Don't be too proud to admit it."
Karen gasped and rolled her body from side to side, sobbing uncontrollably because she knew her sister was right. She felt humiliated because of the sensuality rippling through her shuddering form. She had never admitted such a thing in the presence of a man, not even when Duke had her totally undressed, but she looked through the doorway into the next room and saw her own brother pumping away madly into Ursula Powell. The sight made even more lust erupt in the quivering depths of her belly. The very lascivity of her brother's actions inflamed her totally beyond reason.
The older woman was reveling in total abandonment at what Marty was doing to her. She was gasping, begging for more, aching to have him bury the cock all the more deeply inside her. Heavy droplets of perspiration were forming on both their bodies, glistening in the light coming from the projector, and falling to the couch on which they lay.
"Damn it, Anna, stop this horsing around already and tell me what you know we want to hear," Karen insisted.
Anna watched the beautiful Ursula Powell in totally wanton and abject fascination. She, herself, was delirious from the way her sister had sucked her own vagina, but the lewdness of her brother pumping into the older woman made her feel even more aroused. She clenched her teeth tightly shut, unable to comply with what was plainly an obscene command, and yet, as Ursula continued undulating her body beneath that of her brother, his ass bucking up and down so violently, and she was able to hear the grunts and groans coming from all the others in the room, she knew she was no lower than any of them, and in spite of everything, she still held her parents in very high esteem.
Seeing all this made the dam inside Anna Philips burst. Eager and desperate mewlings came tumbling from her lips. The need was too strong, the desire too overpowering, and the pleasure she would receive for saying the right thing would be overwhelming. Finally she nodded and shouted, "FUCK ME! OH! FUCK ME!"
Karen removed herself from between her passion-deranged sister's thighs, a satisfied grin crossing her wetly glistening mouth.
"Go on, Mr. Powell. She's ready any time you want her."
"Fred, honey, you just call me Fred," the bald-headed man insisted, smiling at her.
The last shards of any resistance finally and totally dissolved into nothingness, Anna took her eyes from the scene of her brother fucking the wife of the man hovering above her. Instead, she now focused her attention on that man. It was at that moment she consciously recognized the thick, swollen organ protruding from his loins for what it was, protruding as it did from his curling pubic hair. His penis seemed to twitch in shuddering desire for her, and she realized this was indeed the weapon that would remove her virginity from her. Somehow the thought no longer seemed to be awesome. With her parents fucking in the next room, and the door wide open, it was almost as if they, along with her brother and sister, were supervising her dehymenization, and that seemed to make everything all right in a crazy kind of way.
She quivered as Fred Powell crawled over her tremblingly naked form and used the fingers of his left hand to part the lips of her sucking vagina. Yes, she had to admit to herself that she wanted him, wanted him buried all the way inside her, and to prove it to both, him, as well as herself, she once again groaned out loud, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
He came down on her like a ten-ton safe, all but crushing her. At the same time his well-aimed cock seemed guided automatically between her sucking cunt lips, and he shoved hard as he knocked the wind out of her. His cock cut through her hymen as if it were tissue paper that had been soaking in her secretions, and it powered all the way into her body with a single thrust.
She twitched and gasped, unable to yell with the breath knocked out of her as pain charged through her shuddering form. He ground the shaft all the way into the receptive depths of her sucking pussy and her face contorted. She wanted to scream her pain, but he kept his weight on her, keeping the breath knocked out of her. As a result, while his cock moved rapidly in and out of her, causing even more pain, battering against the rear wall of her vagina, she writhed and squirmed and shuddered. Little by little the fire in her seething pussy turned from agony to desire, and she quickly forgot the remnants of shame and perversion that had filled her mind. She forgot everything aside from the dark well of lust totally enveloping her. She was aware of the thrills heightening already, and she began bucking her body anxiously, wanting to receive more and more of his throbbing lance of lust.
"Good God!" Karen was whispering. "She's even hotter than me. Look at her go! I knew my older sister would be good, but I had no idea she would be this good!"
"OH, MAN, SHE'S ONE TENDER, TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY," Fred grunted, continually surging his weighty phallic spire into the depths of Anna's oven-like cunt. I tell you, she's one broad I'd like to go on fucking forever."
"FUCK HER GOOD AND HARD," Karen insisted. "She's my sister and she deserves the best. Just remember, I'm next."
The words between her sister and Fred Powell slowly filtered into the beautiful Anna's mind, and she became something more than a woman at this point. She became an inhuman devil made up of spread thighs and sucking, blasting pussy.
"YES, YES, YES!" she gasped. "DO IT!
FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME DEEP!"
Fred slipped his hands beneath the round spheres of her tight little buttocks and lifted them to his driving cock. The helpless Anna moaned incoherently and wound her smooth, slender legs around the bald man's hips. The velvet walls of her expanded pussy held his rigidly pumping cock quite comfortably now, and she felt every thrilling, throbbing inch of the hot shaft as it continued moving in and out of her tightly sucking depths. She was insane, giving her all to this first fuck, surrendering her body completely to the oncoming fulfillment, reveling in the thrills overpowering her.
"My God!" Karen gasped, still watching. "Look at the way her hot little cunt climbs and sucks."
Through crazed and flickering eyes, in the near darkness of the room, Anna saw her loving sister kneeling on the sofa beside them, watching avidly, her eyes feasting on a close-up of Powell's plunging cock moving in and out of her own tight pussy.
Anna was panting and grunting, and Fred swept his hands under her thighs, pushing her legs back until her heels were over his shoulders and her knees were pressing around his head. Her full pubic area was exposed to her sister's sight. Karen was now squatting behind them, her fingers sliding in and out of her own drooling, gaping vaginal hole as she struggled for breath. Her eyes never once left the lascivious scene taking place before them.
"YES, YES, YES, YES, YES!" Karen encouraged.
The words seemed to lash into Anna's mind with the power of a bullwhip. The thrashing body of her sister was squatting on the sofa directly behind the man fucking into her, and she realized her sister was getting none of the benefit of this. It was her sister who had relieved the ache in her cunt last night, and her sister who had built her lust to such proportions that she finally lost her fear and actually invited Fred Powell to jam his prick into her. Her wonderful sister deserved some kind of consideration.
"KARENNNNN..." she gasped. "HERE, COME HERE!"
Karen leaped off the couch, pulling her fingers from her soaked vagina, and she said, "Yes, Anna, yes, honey, I'm here, don't be afraid. What is it?"
"She's not afraid," Fred Powell told Karen, reading her correctly. He saw the way Anna was reaching for her sister's vagina, and he continued, "She wants to lap your cunt, just like you lapped hers. Come on, Karen-baby! Let your sister kiss your cunt while I keep on fucking her. Don't worry! I can grow another hard-on for you, later on."
The thought of the formerly virgin sister performing cunnilingus on her other sister as he continued fucking her drove him into an even wilder frenzy, and he began pounding into her cunt that much more quickly, proud the woman beneath him had adjusted so quickly to what was happening to her.
Yes, urged on by the insatiable fucking of her incredibly tight pussy, Anna indeed felt obligated to suck her sister's vagina. She wanted to suck the no open rawness of her sister's pussy until she had Karen screaming the same way Karen had made her scream.
Karen didn't hesitate for a moment. Facing the man fucking her sister, she straddled Anna's head, with her thighs resting on either side of her sister's temples. She slowly lowered herself, and Anna inhaled the rich aroma coming from her sister's interior, knowing now what Karen had discovered the night before, that sucking a cunt was not exclusively a man's prerogative.
Her fingers reached up and closed around Karen's buttocks, and she tugged her down-hard! Her tongue pointed straight up and stabbed into the sucking interior, and her mouth opened wide so she'd be able to swallow all of her sister's inner labia. She was going to suck and lick until she made Karen's cunt spasm and climax just as Karen had worked on her cunt the night before.
Karen gripped her own small breasts and rubbed them as her cunt sank even lower on her sister's face. She squeezed her nipples with sadistic strength, realizing she was even more inflamed than she had originally imagined. like everyone there, other than Fred Powell, she was unaware just why she was so aroused.
Anna drank her sister's oily flow as she licked, feeling desire building higher and higher in her shuddering body. Her belly danced with uncontrollable and relentless excitement as her hot-walled cunt squeezed firmly around the thrusting penis of the man constantly fucking her. Her walls closed around the organ like a tightly clenched fist, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing, while his balls continued pounding against her buttocks and her perineum.
Spurred on by the sight of one sister sucking another while he was fucking her, the man continued slamming his flesh spur deeper and deeper into the churning tunnel of the young woman's pussy. He still had Anna's legs around his neck, and he slammed into her like a fucking machine gone totally out of control. But in spite of his actions, and in spite of the fact that she was taking to fucking like a duck to water, Anna was not the first of the trio to climax. On the contrary, it was Karen who came first.
"AA AAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAANNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-UUUUUWWWWWAAAAANNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAAIIIIIYYYYAAAGGGHHH!" Karen shrieked, and the shriek merely added intensity to the air already permeated with the sounds and sights of sex. She jerked and twisted insanely above the oral drubbing her sister's tongue was giving her. "SUUUUUCK ME HARRRDERRRRR ... MORRRRE ... YYYYAAANNNGGG-HHH!" Her vagina went wild as she spilled what seemed like an ocean of oily vaginal fluid into her sister's face.
Fred Powell continued fucking madly into Anna's pussy, even as Karen slid off. He leaned down and kissed the mouth of the lovely light-blonde girl, drinking some of Karen's juices at the same time. He continued brutally impaling the lovely woman and Anna gasped, her voice muffled by his kiss as her greedy vagina continued slinging itself up and down his greased shaft. She was there.
"GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAMMMMMPHHH-UUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHHLLLLL-AAAAAWWWWWAAAAANNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHNNNNNAAAAAPHHHHUUUUU-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she gagged with Powell's tongue in her mouth, bucking madly against him as she came, then came again, barely noticing the way he was emptying his balls into her, too intent on his enjoyment to scream.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Oedipus Complex seemed to manifest itself more strongly than ever in Duke Powell. His own mother was being soundly fucked by Marty Philips, and his kid sister was in the process of being solidly fucked by old man Philips. But he had Mrs. Philips, and she was some beauty. With her clothes off she was fantastic, and he wanted to enjoy her. He really wanted to enjoy her. He would fuck her the next time around. This time he was intent on feasting on her and doing things to her he had secretly always wanted to do to his own mother.
He had her lying on the sofa with her thighs spread, and he was proving to her, as he had proved to her two daughters, how masterful he was with his tongue. He sucked her cunt, draining and oily secretions flowing from it, drinking the fluid strongly, enjoying the taste of her. She tasted even better than her daughters, at least as far as he was concerned.
Duke still don't know how all this had suddenly come about. He did know his father was responsible for it happening, and he had to admit he respected the man more than ever for bringing this Off. Who'd have thought he and his father would be fucking the three Philips women so easily. Granted, his mother and his sister were being fucked by the Philips men, but they were enjoying it every bit as much as he and his father.
He was aware of the tension building in Bea Philips's cunt almost instantly as the lovely woman began digging her nails into the velvet covering beneath her. She jammed her feet into the couch as well, lifting her slender hips. He wondered if she was as talented with her mouth as he had taught Karen to be. If she was, it was definitely going to be an evening to remember. The women who sucked properly were few and far between. Karen happened to have developed quickly into one of them.
"YES, OH YES!" Bea was gasping. "DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP ... USE THAT TONGUE OF YOURS ... DON'T STOP! DO
ME RIGHT, AND I'LL SUCK THAT COCK OF YOURS AFTERWARD!"
Her telling him she was willing to blow him took the edge off his anticipation, and he finally said, "I have a better idea, Mrs. Philips. You just roll over onto your belly, then get up on her knees and lift that lovely butt of yours into the air."
Bea didn't hesitate for an instant. The aphrodisiac would not have been necessary with her, but because it was being used, she was aflame as never before, and was willing to do anything and everything to achieve some kind of satisfaction. She wondered if he was going to fuck her dog-style. He had a big cock, just like his father, and she was certain she would enjoy feeling it buried in the depths of her vagina.
Turning over onto her belly, Bea raised herself up onto her elbows and knees, pushing her rounded buttocks into the air. Duke moved behind her, leaned forward, and reaching under her, gripped her breasts, filling his hands with them, enjoying them.
"What's it going to be?" Bea asked, pretty certain she knew what he intended, but wanting to hear the youth say it anyway.
"Well, let's start off with me fucking you," he told her, his voice afire with lust. "First we'll see if I fit into that hot cunt of yours."
"First?" Bea asked.
"We have the whole night ahead of us," he told her. "If that isn't enough, there are other days and nights."
"Ummmmmmmm!" Bea moaned softly, expectantly, barely able to contain her throbbing desire as she waited for the thrilling touch of his stiffly swollen cock-head against the juicy rim of her honey hole.
Duke wasted no time. He ran the tip of his throbbing cock all around the rim of the beautiful woman's quaking pussy, releasing his hold on her dangling breasts for the moment. When the throbbing point of his shuddering penis was shiny with her slippery vaginal fluid, he put the head of his penis against the beautiful lady's pink pussy, and then gently proceeded to push forward.
The swollen breadth of his searing cockflesh slowly parted the sucking lips of Beatrice's pussy, opening her easily enough. The woman's cunt, for all its wetness, and for all that it had been used by her husband so often, not to mention Duke's father and the club tennis pro, was still tighter than he would have believed. In fact, she was as tight as Karen, and he wondered if he was hurting her as he pushed his throbbing organ deeper into her shuddering body. Bea loved this position because it made her cunt narrower and deeper, and she sometimes felt like a virgin all over again when fucked this way.
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! IT FEELS LIKE IT'S SPLITTING ME IN HALF!" she gasped.
"Just a little more, Mrs. Philips, just a little more, and we'll be in," he insisted, shoving hungrily forward. "AHHHHHHHH!"
His hard cock ran its full length into the superheated vaginal cavern of the delightfully beautiful woman. He pulled it back a little, then eased it in again, feeling an incredibly succulent wet warmth surround the full length of his driving penis.
Bea gasped with thrilled delight as the youth continued moving his hard, twitching masculine meat in and out of her, ramming it back and forth now. She slowly relaxed, letting the thrills shoot through her again and again.
Duke jammed his cock all the way in to the hilt. He pressed the throbbing head against the back wall of her cunt, and he had to admit she was every bit as good as Karen. She was deep, tight, and she knew how to work her cunt muscles even better than Karen. He was delighted to slam the full length of his surging cock in and out again and again. Her tight, juicy cunt continued to fold itself around his cock all the more tightly, and the twenty-two-year-old man had to work his hips circularly to keep his cock moving in and out since the suction within her was so fierce. He reached a hand around her thigh and pressed it against her clitoris, rubbing it continually, causing the thrills to keep on mounting inside her.
Flashes of pleasure continually lit up the flaming interior of the absolutely lovely woman. Each time her body hurled itself forward, she was aware of the youth's finger massaging her clitoris, rubbing it, teasing it, sending wildly passionate thrills surging through her quaking form. Intense joy jolted its way through her aroused interior, and she had to admit it was good to be fucked by a youth who knew what he was doing. Duke Powell was almost as good as his father, and even better than the club tennis pro.
Sensing the continually building heat in the thrilled and excited brown-haired woman, Duke began moving even more quickly, tugging his cock almost all the way out, then sending it charging into her once more. Her vaginal passageway became even more lubricated, but the wetter it got, the tighter her muscles seemed to clamp themselves around his throbbing organ. Again and again the youthful man continued slamming his penis into the tightness of her vagina, building the sensations that much higher in Bea.
"HUUUNNNNGGGHHH! AAANNNGGGHHHH!" she gasped, each time he stroked his phallus into her.
The orgasm came quickly for Beatrice. She bent forward and slammed her head against the couch as her body felt sizzling electricity cut through it. She shuddered, totally out of control, then shrieked, "EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH-UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAIIIIIYYYYY-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHOOOOOWWWWW-AAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGG-HHHH!"
Her cunt squeezed the cock of the youth until she was certain she had crushed it flat, and yet he didn't attain his satisfaction. She panted, out of breath, feeling a laxness overcome her, and she gasped, "I don't think I can keep this up much longer, Duke."
"Don't you worry," Duke told her. "I'll do the work."
Yanking his throbbing cock from the velvety depths of her cunt, Duke was determined to make himself fire inside this lovely woman. He gasped, "I hope you're used to this, Mrs. Philips. It's something I don't do too often, unless the lady feels her cunt is too raw."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" Bea asked, as, with his fingers, Duke took some of the dribblings from her vagina and proceeded to push them into her ass-hole.
"In there?" Bea gasped.
"Yeah, can you take it?" he asked, positioning his cock.
"Yes!" she nodded.
With a single thrust the full length of his thick cock pushed itself into her rear chute. She was tight, goddamned tight, but the fact that he was able to get all of his cock into her ass at once was enough to convince him she had been ass fucked before. He had his cock pressed to its limit into her rectum, touching her colon, and his dangling balls hit her cunt lips, while he continued fingering her clitoris.
Though she had indeed been ass fucked before, Bea had never had one driven in so quickly and forcefully, and for the moment she felt that overpowering pain as her rectal tissues were stretched. She gasped and automatically tried pulling away, but she soon discovered struggling was foolish, and so she relaxed and let her muscles enlarge and relax, as well.
"Whoa there!" Duke whispered. "Easy, Mrs. Philips, nice and easy. Just give it a chance and everything'll be fine, you'll see."
She gasped by way of an answer, looking at the way her own son was fucking Duke's mother. She'd had no idea Marty was such a stud, and she felt a certain motherly pride in knowing the boy knew how to use his natural equipment.
To the other side of her, her husband was finishing with the beautiful brunette daughter of the Powells, and it was obvious Marie was enjoying what Carey Philips was doing to her. It seemed insane that she should view all this with approval, as well as not be afraid that her husband was seeing her this way, but it didn't much matter at all, for some reason. She hoped they would all feel the same way in the morning.
The only light in the room came from the projector as it continued showing the triple-X-rated movie, which was tame compared to what was happening in actuality.
Duke continued rubbing Bea's clitoris, at the same time gently sawing his hard cock in and out of her rectum, and little by little she once again accustomed herself to a cock in her ass. The oils his penis was leaking made the way even easier after a time.
Duke began stroking a little more strongly now, and there was no longer any kind of groan coming from the lovely woman. Now he pounded into her even faster, then faster, and yet faster. Bea was sighing with his movements now, thrusting her buttocks back, keeping perfect time with the way he was slamming into her.
"THATAWAY, MRS. PHILIPS!" Duke encouraged. "YEAH, YEAH, KEEP ON DOING IT LIKE THAT," he gasped, fucking a little harder into the tightness of her squeezing ass-hole. "HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!"
She responded by hurling her buttocks back even harder, rubbing her clitoris against the finger pressing it, feeling tingling thrills once again build in the shuddering depths of her quaking body.
Duke reached forward with his free hand and grabbed one of Bea's dangling breasts. He palmed it, then reached with his fingers for the other one beneath her, and he tried squeezing them together. They were just a little too small for that. All the time he continued rubbing her tingling clitoris as he humped his fiery cock into the tightness of her squeezing rectum.
"UUUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH ... I'M ... AAAANNNNGGGGHHH ... GOING TO CUM ... AGAINNNNNN..." the beautiful lady gasped.
"GOOD ... GOOD ... GOOD..." the young man panted. "I'M ON THE VERGE MYSELF, LET IT ALL GO, MRS. PHILIPS!"
Her head hanging down, her eyes tightly closed, the beautiful brown-haired woman whipped her lovely ass from side to side to meet the steaming length of Duke's driving phallic drill. The veins in her neck were standing out, as were the muscle cords, and perspiration continued pouring from her frantic body as the next in what would become a long line of shattering orgasms ripped through her quaking body, making her shriek all over again.
She let her bliss bounce from wall to wall, the spasms in her shuddering body incredible, the contractions making her internal self vibrate totally out of control.
"HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGG HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" the young man shouted, and he streamed his semen into the tightness of her anal tunnel.
Shouts from his own mother, being fucked by Beatrice's son completed the first round of orgasms. By that time, Fred Powell was letting Karen blow him while he drank his own sperm from Anna's pussy.
The two boys rested along with Carey Philips, and then they took turns sandwiching one mother between them, then the other, alternating which end each took. Carey, meanwhile, buggered Marie, and afterward, she went down on all three males.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It wasn't until Sunday morning, the late morning, before both families finally came to their senses. They had left the SWAP Club and had gone to the Philips home where they had spent the night, and with the coming day, though they realized just what they had done, none of them seemed to feel sorry about it.
What finally happened was the formation of an orgy room at the SWAP Club, and more members were initiated into what came to be known as
Family Fun. This didn't change the emotional feelings of the members of the first two families to start Family Fun.
Marty went on to finish college, then went into his father's insurance business and ended up marrying Marie Powell. Duke Powell lived with Karen for four years before finally marrying her, and Anna ended up marrying the head of a newspaper that started up in Cochise. He also used his newspaper printing presses to print up a new magazine along the style of PLAYBOY. He used his own wife as the first centerfold.
Oddly, marriage seemed to settle both Duke and Marty down. Not that they were content to sleep exclusively with their own wives. They also occasionally slept with their sisters, their mothers, and Anna, whose husband also slept with Karen, Marie, Beatrice, and Ursula.
With their daughters and wives to choose from, both Fred Powell and Carey Philips found it unnecessary to go outside the family for fun. In fact, none of the members of either family, or their in-laws, found it necessary to sleep around outside since all the action they were able to handle was within the two families.
As for Irv Martin, who had started Bea Philips on the road to extra-marital fucking, he never did save up enough money to buy a partnership in the SWAP Club. He finally had to take what little money he did accumulate and go elsewhere, where a new club was starting, hoping he might get a piece of that club. But no one in Cochise ever heard from him again.
The Philips Family and the Powell Family became more and more tightly knit with the passage of years, which just went to prove the old adage was true:
