Valerie MacMillan was a magnificently proportioned beauty as she stood all alone, running her hands over her slender, tapering thighs. Her jutting pubic mound was covered with downy hair that looked soft and angel-like as the steam billowed up around her, and beads of clear moisture stood out on her voluptuous body.
With a pout of impatience, she glanced at the door of the steam room. Where was her husband, Pete? What if someone from the apartments came in and found her like this, completely naked?
With a depraved smile, she half wished someone would come ... wished that some man would walk through the door and she would jut her hips nakedly out to him and wantonly spread her hotly throbbing cuntal lips with the tips of her fingers and invite them to come on in and fuck her!
She was beginning to pant with the mounting heat of the steam room and her own passion, which was spreading wildly through her body.
With a little animal growl of impatience, Valerie went to a cabinet and opened it, feeling for and finding an electric vibrator that she sometimes used on her female tenants and customers in the apartment complex she and her husband managed, The Joyous Heights, pete, an ex-swimming champion and in perfect physical shape, even for his thirty-seven years, actually was the manager, but, Valerie smiled to herself, she did a lot to keep the swinging adults only apartment really swinging. She planned many of the activities and parties and even had enough time to run her own one-woman massage service!
Holding the vibrator in her hand, Valerie started to laugh. It was sold with a straight face as an accessory to massages, but she knew that it was nothing more than a fancy dildo. In fact, she used it on her female customers when she felt they were ready for a special massage. It was roughly in the shape of an over-sized penis and battery operated, vibrated all over. It was a lovely pink color and made of soft plastic. It could be regulated to vibrate fast or slow. Just the click of a switch, and it would obscenely slide back and forth while still vibrating. Pete had originally bought it for her as a joke, not realizing how much Valerie and some of the female tenants who lived in the building would like it!
She checked the door once more. She couldn't lock it yet, not with Pete coming in any minute. Biting her lower lip, the voluptuous honey-blond decided to go ahead. So what if someone might come in! Three times before she had almost been caught, and each time, it left her with a little tingle that told her-she might enjoy getting caught doing such an obscenely wanton thing.
The vibrator buzzing and dancing in her hand, she got up on one of the tables and lay down on her back, her fleshy wide-spaced breasts spreading out in a tantalizing way. She bent her knees and spread her legs out wide in an age-old position of fucking, with the vibrator held lightly in her right hand up between her legs. She hesitated a minute, turned on the switch, then closed her eyes and let out a little moan as she ran the end of the buzzing moistened slit of her hotly pulsating cunt. Eagerly, she used the vibrating tip of the instrument to bring a tingling life to her heatedly moistened pussy lips, feeling safer now than before because the clouds of billowing steam had hidden her from the door. If anyone came in, they would have to walk through the steam and come to the table to find her so obscenely posed. Where was her husband, Pete?
Valerie ran the violently pulsing vibrator up and down her wetly throbbing slit, feeling her fevered vaginal lips growing thicker and hotter with desire as she began to obscenely pump her hips back and forth and up and down in time with the thrusts of the artifical penis. Her nakedly writhing body was covered with moisture now, and she knew it glistened in the thick fog the steam was making. Pete would be there soon and find her so lasciviously posed that he would fall on her and fuck the life out of her!
A low moan escaped her lips as she inserted the thickly turgid end of the long vibrator into her heatedly clasping cunt and heard it make a wetly lewd sucking sound as it thrust in and out of her tight vaginal flesh. Her shamelessly aroused pussy was well-lubricated by her growing excitement at the idea that some guest might remember a towel or magazine and come walking in to find her so wantonly and obscenely posed on the table with a long, thick vibrator stuck up her cunt. Jesus! It would blow their minds! Let them come! We could have an orgy!
Another low moan escaped her lips. It had been a long time since she and Pete had staged an orgy. They had to be careful. Some of the poeple in the apartments really were not the type for an orgy at all. No, they had to be very careful and preserve the good name of the apartments while having their cake and eating it, too.
Her lust mounting with the obscene thoughts that raced through her mind, Valerie cupped her nakedly heavy breast with her free hand while she slowly fucked the vibrator in and out of her hotly clasping cunt. The soft flesh of her breast was slippery with sweat and difficult to grasp, so she arched her neck forward and her little pink tongue smaked out to ring the turgidly erect nipple before she took it in her mouth and sucked lustfully on it. She could taste her own salty perspiration and the faint residue of some suntan oil she had used earlier in the day.
Just then, the door opened.
Through the mists of steam, Pete MacMillan appeared, clad in his usual tight white tee shirt and form-fitting white pants. He stood over his voluptuously writhing wife with a cynical grin on his face.
"You little slut," he said with obvious affection in his voice as he began undressing and throwing his clothes to the floor of the steam room. "One of these days it's going to be the whole vice squad who walks in .. . but you'd probably like that, too."
Valerie watched him silently as he disappeared into the billow toward the door. She pulled the wetly glistening vibrator out and clicked it off, then lay back with an expectant smile on her lips.
"Just couldn't wait, could you?" he siad, returning to her side and giving the breast she had been sucking a playful squeeze.
"Where the hell were you?" she demanded, lifting her shoulder and rubbing her other breast against his muscular forearm.
"Somebody has to run The Joyous Heights." "The hell with it. Come on, let's fuck." "I was lining up something for the both of us." "Mmmmmmmmm. What?" Valerie raised her arms to take him. He stood by her, nakedly smiling, his thick rising cock growing long and hard as she looked down at it.
"I knew that would get a response. Those goddamned sisters, that's what!"
Valerie let out a little moan of anticipated delight. Ever since the two sisters had moved to the apartments, she had wondered about them and their handsome husbands.
"Mmmmmmmmm. Tell me more!" The clouds of steam swirled around their sweat-glistening bodies as Pete stood over the table, his visibly throbbing cock swelling and rising slowly up like some prehistoric monster looking for prey. Valerie reached with both hands and cradled his heavily dangling testicles, squeezing the head of his lust-swelling penis so that the foreskin slipped back slightly, exposing the reddish spongy head. He gave a little jerk of his hips.
"What you need is a good massage," he said, walking to the head of the table and reaching over to seize both of her full sensuous breasts in his liands. He grinned and watched them slip out of his hands like quick-silver because they were so slippery from her own saliva and perspiration.
Valerie repositioned herself on the table-using the soles of her feet to shove her entirely wet glistening body up so that her head hung off the edge next to Pete's nakedly muscular thigh. She let it fall back, her mouth opening, her eyes seeing the room upside down.
Pete grinned down at her. Her head was right on a level with his eagerly throbbing cock. Slowly, while he kneaded the soft warm flesh of her breasts and pinched and tweaked the erect little nipples into rock-hard peaks of desire, he let his hips move forward closer and closer to her waiting face.
Valerie's hands eagerly seized the desire-hardened shaft of his long, throbbing cock and guided it to her hungrily salivating mouth. There was something about the combination of heat and sex that drove the two of them wild. Their lone nights in the steam room had gotten to be a regular thing, and, predictably, was the talk of the building. They were always very careful just who they asked to join them, but still their disappearance commanded attention. Everyone wondered just what they did alone together at night in the steam room.
Valerie slowly, and with great relish, took the lust-swollen head of Pete's hotly throbbing cock in her mouth, pulled back the tautly surrounding skin, and began sucking eagerly while her tongue twirled around the sensitive coronal ridge above the thick fleshy shaft. A low guttural groan from Pete told her she was having the desired effect. He was leaning over the table now, his hands deserting her ripely tingling breasts and traveling down over her waist to her smoothly curving hips. His fingers played momentarily with her sparse blond pubic hair as she spread her legs in obscene invitation, letting them fall off the sides of the massage table she was lying on.
The further Pete reached toward her wetly waiting cunt with his hands, the deeper his long thick cock slipped into her wide-stretched mouth and the harder she sucked as she breathed through her nose to keep from choking. Finally, she did choke, but it was a sound of pleading as she felt his hand rummaging around in the wetly sensitive vaginal flesh up between her firmly trembling thighs.
His fingers spread her inflamed cunt-lips wide, exposing her anxiously pulsing pussy flesh to the steam and revealing her overly large clitoris stuck up with a wantonly visible desire. She couldn't help her hips gyrating wildly as she felt his knowledgeable fingers begin probing the hotly lubricated walls of her quivering little cunt. u Pete was leaning well over the table now, massaging his wife's wetly heated vaginal lips with his fingers, while his long hard cock rammed its thickened hard shaft deep into her soft warm mouth. Valerie sucked with all the energy of a starving calf while her hips began a slow, lascivious up and down movement against his hand. Still hungrily sucking on his throbbing hot shaft, the blonde-haired wife closed her eyes and felt her cum welling up in her like lava in a volcano. Pete was the most exciting man she had ever met and, since their marriage, they had come to an understanding. Their marriage could be called a modern marriage in that they did lewdly exciting things for and to each other that had been previously thought to be out of the realm of any marriage but well in the province of the whore-house.
Valerie would do anything for Pete because he always ended up thrilling her in a way that no man ever had. The last orgy they had ... with two other couples. .. Valerie had found herself cumming three times in the first fifteen minutes. She had lost count of the number of times she had orgasmed. All she knew was that she felt she was in ecstasy for longer than she could stand it.
It was at the last orgy ... at Pete's urging ... that she discovered that she was bi-sexual. While Pete and the other men watched in rapt fascination, she had sex with one of the wives, a cute young girl, and had found herself wildly excited. Now, when she was asked to give a massage and the girl asking was attractive and her type, she really had to fight for self-control. It was all she could do to keep from massaging their nakedly gleaming breasts and loins and seducing them right on the spot. Earlier, Pete had talked about the sisters, and she had given them both massages and had been on the verge of an outright seduction of both of them. They were so brazen, so wantonly naked in front of her! Now . .. now Pete had set something up!
With an obscenely wet sluicing sound, Pete's fingers slipped into her eagerly pulsating vagina and began sawing in and out of their tightly clasping folds while his other hand still played with her desire-thickened clitoris. Valerie bent her knees and spread her long legs even wider, allowing him greater access to her lust-inflamed pussy. Her head fell back even further off the massage table and sweat snaked down her neck in tiny rivulets as she let her husband's massively throbbing cock fuck in and out of her sucking wet mouth.
Valerie felt the overpoweringly beautiful sensations building up in her wildly pulsating loins to the point where she was about to explode in a violent orgasm when Pete, in that diabolical way of his, sensed it also and deliberately pulled his wetly glistening cock out of her hungrily sucking mouth and stood back away from the massage table. He wasn't going to let her off that easily. He liked to tease, to build her to the point where she was a screaming, frantically writhing, creature pleading for release.
Valerie's ripely quivering breasts were heaving and her nakedly undulating body glistened with sweat as she cupped the soft wet mounds of her slippery breasts again and offered them up to her sadistically grinning husband as he walked around the table, admiring her obscenely posed body arching hungrily up from the table.
"You're a good cocksucker, baby .. . one of the best I've ever known."
"Mmmmmmmmm. Want some more?"
"Not right now. Got other things in mind. We're going to have us a little orgy."
"Now? Tonight?" The exciting news momentarily overcame her sexual needs, and she relaxed down against the massage table. Only the rapid rise arid fall of her nakedly shimmering breasts betrayed her arousal.
"No. .. soon. Gotta set it up. There's one person I'd like to get."
"Who?"
"That Grace Moretti, that's who."
Valerie gave out a throaty laugh. "So would I! Lots of luck. You'll need it with that one." She shivered. "The way she is right now, though, it'd be like making love to a carved ice statue."
Pete leveled a finger at his wife. "Before I'm through, I'm going to have that bitch eating out of my hand. Christ, she's not frigid, just uneducated. My guess is that she's never been turned on in her whole funking life."
"I don't know . .." Valerie said doubtfully.
Pete grinned cockily. "Listen, there's a volcano in that broad, and Pete MacMillan is the guy to bring out the lava!"
Valerie laughed her husky laugh again. "I'd kind of like to work her over myself. .. you know, just to see how she reacts!"
"You'll get your chance, baby, you will. Leave it to old Pete."
If Valerie MacMillan's face and figure could be described as "magnificent," then there were no words sufficient to describe the lovely face and lush young body of Grace Moretti. Young, just turned nineteen, and newly married to John Moretti, a handsome coach at the nearby college, her face was as delicate and fine as Dresden China. Her figure was sensual and voluptuous, and she walked with a well-oiled smoothness that caused her hips to sway back and forth in a teasingly provocative way. Her breasts were full and rode high and trembled with awesome, eye-catching lasciviousness as she walked. Everything about her radiated a wild and promising sensuality . . . everything but her attitude.
Grace was a "prude," there was no other word for her. She was so Victorian... prim and proper... that she was driving her poor bewildered husband completely nuts with her exciting, but unresponsive, body. She had been brought up in a strict home that allowed neither dancing, drinking, loud talking, or emotional feelings of any sort to be betrayed. At the age of eight, she had been sent to bed without her dinner because she had begun crying at her favorite aunt's funeral. At thirteen, abruptly and without any apparent reason, she had been transferred by her parents to a school where she knew no one, after being asked to try out as a cheer leader by a teacher. She had been told by her mother that her wedding night would be the most painful experience she would ever experience ... and it had been!
Her young husband, John, had put up with it all in the vain hope that she would change her attitude toward other people, and, most especially, about sex.
His excuse for moving to The Joyous Heights was to meet young people like themselves, but his real reason was the hope that the massages and loose atmosphere of the adult apartment complex might loosen up his terribly inhibited young bride a little.
His little plan didn't work, however. Exceplffor a daily swim in the pool, Grace refused all other pleasures and activities. Valerie MacMillan had made a point earlier this day of offering a massage, and Grace had politely but coolly refused.
Grace may have been a problem to John, but she was of great interest to Valerie and Pete, the same kind of interest that hearty experienced mountaineers feel when they see a snow-capped peak which has never been climbed. Pete knew exactly what he wanted to do to that proud young bitch, and he was willing to wager a thousand dollars that he would have his way. Just the thought of the girl writhing nakedly at his feet made him temporarily forget that he was in the steam room with an almost-as-voluptuous woman! Valerie quickly brought his mind back to the business at hand when she grabbed his massively thick erection, jerked it impatiently a couple of times, and said, "Ding-dong, daddy. Supper's ready." And then as Pete gazed down in amusement at her, she stopped being playful. "Come on, let's fuck,'. Valerie said as the temperature continued to rise in the steamroom.
Dripping sweat, Pete lay down on the bench next to his naked, sweat-glistening wife and pulled her sensually supple body over to him with all the strength of his arms. He moved one hand down to the rounded smoothness of her fleshy buttocks and cupped them as she moaned impatiently again.
"Come on, baby. You know I need your big prick in my cunt! Hurry, damn it! Fuck me!" she raised her face to his, locking her hungry wet mouth tightly to him as her hand searched down between them for the long pulsating hardness of his penis. He gasped when her slippery fingers began frantically kneading his hotly throbbing cock and pressed his head forward to moistly nibble at the soft warm flesh of her breast. She tasted salty, like sweat .. . sweet sweat, with the erotic odor of a woman in heat. He lifted his head from her breast again and, knowing his words were going to inflame her even more, said, "I'm going to fuck those two sisters, and you're going to be fucked silly by their husbands. They'll probably both fuck you at the same time."
"Ooohhhhhh, God!" Valerie moaned eagerly and crushed the full length of her nakedly aroused body against his, grinding her wetly throbbing pelvis tightly against his lust-hardened thickness before suddenly twisting over onto her back and pulling him on top of her. As she opened her legs wide to take his nakedly muscular body between them, she ran her hands searchingly down to his heatedly pulsing cock, which was resting hard against her upper thighs, its hot, blood-swollen tip pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. The naked masseuse arched up for a moment, levering them both off the bench with the strength of her back and, reaching under her buttocks with both hands, pulled her moistly throbbing vaginal lips slowly apart giving his penis greater contact with the wetly sensitive flesh as it lay the full length of the hotly twitching slit. She relaxed and dropped her body back to the table with his thick rigid cock trapped tightly between her sweat-streaked thighs..
Pete forced his hands between her shoulders and the table and slid them down the warmly curving flesh of her back and hips. He could feel the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her naked body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the sun-bronzed skin indicating a powerful hidden strength in her body. The tenseness of the cords in her inner thighs were like taut, velvet-covered cables pressed against the outside of his hips. The heat and humidity in the v room were mounting with each passing minute, and both of them were panting now and dripping sweat.
"Oh, God, I can't wait for the party with the sisters," Valerie was almost raving in excitement as she ran her hands over her husband's body. "I want to watch you fucking them while their husbands' fuck me!" She crushed her wetly nibbling lips against his mouth again, all the while making rhythmic fucking motions with her belly. Her nails trailed across his broad muscular back, leaving sweat-drenched red welts in their paths. He pushed his hands further down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her softly firm asscheeks in the palms of his hands and pulled her wide-open vaginal slit up tighter against him. He moved slowly, deliberately tormenting her as he insinuated the slippery hardness of his full penile length up and down the slippery cuntal furrow and felt her hotly quivering pussy growing wetter with each passing second. Her gleaming white buttocks began a more desperate rotation, hungrily grinding her pelvis up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his hips. Her smoothly tapered calves- locked against the back of his thighs, pulling him closer into her.
His teeth tightly clenched, he grinned lewdly down at her and flexed his rigidly pulsating cock against her softly heated cuntal lips.
"And I'm going to watch Dave Whelan and Tony Fletcher stick their cocks in your asshole ... and mouth. . . and cunt. Can't you just feel them fucking you now?" He flexed again to emphasize his obscene imagery.
"Ooohhhhhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now!" she moaned wetly up into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding like some off-center machine about to vibrate off its supports.
He started to move but the wildly aroused young woman beat him to it. Her hands came down between them and circled around his massively throbbing cock, guiding it between the eagerly pulsating lips of her desire-moistened cunt. Pete groaned above her as he felt her hand move his thick, lust-inflated cockhead up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair foaming her vagina with his pulsating, blood-filled head, her pubic hair grazing teasingly against his long rigidness, forcing it into a greater hardness until his penis and balls both ached from the excruciating pressure.
Pete couldn't hold back another second, and with a low growl of animal heat, he cruelly flicked his hips forward with a sudden thrust that drove his massive pole of hot male flesh mercilessly into the gaping wet mouth of her pussy.
"Ooohhhhhh," Valerie moaned gratefully beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over and around his sensitive cock flesh. His hardened penis entered with a slight pop, and Pete once again was amazed at how tight her little pussy was. It was almost as though she were a virgin being fucked for the first time except that it was easier and infinitely better because she could control the tightness and the movements of her vaginal muscles that way every time he fucked her.
Then, because he knew it would hurt her, and she did like to be hurt a little now and then, he dug his toes into the massage table to gain leverage and then slammed his massive hardness into her softly quivering vagina with a bone-jarring thrust.
His long, thick cock raced up her hotly rippling cunt to the full depths of her belly. Her pussy was warm and tight at first, then grew hotter but easier as the wetness of her heatedly throbbing passage surrounded his rigid shaft, lubricating the way.
Suddenly, he was up into her belly as far as he could go, his sperm-bloated balls slapping hard against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks and his wife screaming a low, animal-like wail beneath him. She twisted frantically to escape the unexpected pain, but he rammed harder, then even more viciously, screwing his pelvis tighter into her wildly writhing loins so there was no escape for her. He lay still for a moment, proud that he could hurt this way, and watched the pain-like moving clouds cross her face. Now, at this moment, she was completely at his mercy, unable to defend herself at all against him.
It was the age-old plight of woman and would always make them subjugated to man. He reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over his wife, impaled beneath him, and flexed his lust-swollen cock head again deeper into her hotly throbbing pussy, bringing another low moan from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Pete began grinding his long hard cock into -her softly quivering flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her nakedly pumping loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the massage bench from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as man's world itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the bench as beads of perspiration flew from her long blonde hair.
"Ooohhhhhh, it's good! It's good!" Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream, you brutal bastard, make me scream!" she wailed up at him like a cat in heat.
As he drove his wetly glistening cock rhythmically in and out of her moistly heated cunt, he reached beneath her thrashing body to stretch the sweat-dampened crevice of her ass wide, searching for the tightly puckered asshole with the tip of his outstretched middle finger. Suddenly, he found it.
A small rivulet of warm perspiration and slippery vaginal lubricant was running down into the widespread crevice from where he could feel his thickly heated cock sawing into her. The liquid moistened her puckering little anal ring, lubricating it, and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. Then he pushed hard, feeling it give a little, hearing her moan in protest, and then suddenly, the tight elastic nether ring gave way completely, and his extended finger slid into her heatedly quivering rectum up to the first knuckle joint. Valerie jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the wooden bench to escape the first unexpected pain as she yelled, "Aaaaaahhh, God it hurts!"
Pete brutally thrust again, sinking it in up to the second knuckle.
"Ooooohhhh! Yesssssss, yeessssss!! Hurt me! Hurt me more!"
In spite of the pain he knew she must be feeling, Pete felt the naked masseuse suddenly begin screwing her softly heated buttocks back on his outstretched finger until it was sunk all the way to the palm of his hand. He rotated it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum, feeling through the thin membrane separating her two passages the underside of his thickly ridged cock sliding in and out of her tightly clasping pussy. As she groaned in masochistic delight, he began fucking his penis and finger into her heated cuntal and rectal depths in a rhythmically brutal motion. When he rammed inward, his fingernail snagged the flesh momentarily in her rectum. She jerked and moaned loudly but then caught up the rhythm again, her legs dangling wide out over both sides .of the massage table to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
Pete could feel his cock wildly expanding inside her tight little pussy until it felt as. though his penis were going to burst from the churning pleasure building in his sperm-laden testicles as they slapped heavily against her- naked buttocks below. It wouldn't be long, he hoped, he knew he could hold it back. Jesus, as turned on as she was, she had to cum soon! He began brutally fucking into her wetly clasping depths with long hard strokes in time with his finger skewering into her asshole, then lowered his head and cruelly sank his teeth into the softly tender flesh of her breast to excite her more. He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, then locked her legs around his rock-hard driving buttocks, opening and closing them in time to his long, hard thrusts into her tightly milking pussy. Sweating, panting, the heat mounting intolerably with their obscene passion, she gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep, deep within her lust-constricted throat as though she had no control over it. Now he positively knew she was close to orgasming, and he increased his merciless fucking in and out of her with all his considerable strength.
"Ooooohhhh, fuck it, fuck it hard! Hard! Harrrdddd!" she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his naked back. She had jackknifed her legs up tightly, pressing her knees back hard into her ripely quivering breasts and offering him the full opening of her wetly sucking upraised pussy. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near.
"I'm cumming," she stated suddenly, her mouth laxly open in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming," she repeated again as though convincing herself, then began mumbling incoherently until the sounds spilling out of her throat were a mass of obscene unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her hotly quivering vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. Her ankles slipped up to lock over his shoulders, while her firmly fleshed hips were squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of complete abandonment.
"Oh .. . baby! Oh ... baby! Jesus, baby, I'm . .. I'm ..." she couldn't finish the sentence for a low banshee shriek suddenly pierced through the sounds of hissing steam and the two hoarsely panting bodies slapping brutally together. Valerie's nostrils flared wide as she screwed herself wildly up on his great thrusting cock and locked herself to his sweat-drenched, slippery body with all the strength of her thighs while her hotly convulsing loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.
Valerie held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as though slammed in the stomach by a solid fist, her naked young body collapsing limply down onto the massage table. She lay still, except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around his lust-hardned shaft. He pushed deep into her soft warmth and then lay quiet, allowing her to rest for a moment.
She looked up at him with half-opened eyes.
"Mmmmmmmmm, that was nice." "That's just openers, baby." "Mmmmmmmmm. Roll over, then, I'm going to give you a special reward for being so patient."
Pete pulled back, withdrawing his hardness with a loud obscene sucking noise from the wetly clasping warmth of her pussy. He hated to pull out. He was so close to shooting his hot load of impatient cum into her belly that he didn't want to stop, but he knew there would be far better things to come if he let her have her way now.
The heat was mounting all the time, and the two of them were isolated in a corner of the room by billowing white clouds of steam. Their naked bodies glistened all over with sweat as Valerie turned on her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand, began stroking the loose flesh of his still fully wet cock up and down in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that caused the ache in his sperm-filled balls to increase almost beyond endurance. Then she rose nakedly to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her freely dancing breasts swaying enticingly, her sweating face a scant few inches from the eagerly throbbing head of his cock. She held the spongy tip tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that soon resulted in his loins undulating in time to her maddening rhythm.
Slowly, her wetly parted lips dropped toward his heatedly pulsating shaft, and it was then that her pink little tongue" flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the seeping wetness of the tiny glans on the end. Pete sucked his breath as she began hungrily licking his wetly glistening cock, which she held in one hand, holding onto it like a child with a slippery candy cane.
Chills rippled along his spine, bringing a groan from his lust-contorted lips, as the nakedly kneeling wife brought her ovalled wet mouth down all the way over his pulsating cockhead and enclosed the entire tip in a moistly warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around his sensitive hardness just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
"Christ!" he groaned up into the swirling steam, lifting his head from the table and staring down at her cock-contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her tightly compressed lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold. His long thick penis was wet from the sweat and the thick fluid of her orgasm, and it glistened like a moist ivory pole along the part she had not been able to take between her softly warm lips. Massaging the desire-tautened sac of his testicles with one hand and stroking the thick base of his pulsating cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other, Valerie began to suck rhythmically as she moved her wetly ovaled lips up and down over the hotly throbbing shaft. Pete could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around his sensitive cockhead at the apex of the withdrawal as he flexed his buttocks and watched the top of her head bobbing up and down between his wide-spread thighs.
Valerie could feel his wildly throbbing reaction to her hungry sucking, and she began to use the tips of her teeth to dig gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin.
"Oh, God!" he groaned. "Sweetheart, you really know how to suck cock!"
Valerie mumbled something, then shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her voraciously sucking mouth from his thick, wetly glistening penis and kneeled... her breasts quivering in anticipation... further up between his open legs. Eagerly, she reached under his nakedly pumping buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the growing cockhead until Pete felt it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all of the long rigid shaft deep into her throat.
Swirls of heat, greater than the steam, were building deep, deep in his sperm-churning balls as he watched the nakedly kneeling woman sucking so gluttonously away above his sweating loins. He could see thin rivulets of sweat rolling in clear droplets from the side of her sensually ripened young body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the table and rammed his wildly pulsating penis even further between the soft moistness of her wetly ovaled lips. Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his rapidly thrusting cock as it seemingly sought to fuck itself right down her throat and into her belly.
Pete groaned over and over again, and then suddenly, he gasped. A low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt his hotly churning sperm begin spewing in" thick spurting streams into her frantically sucking mouth. Valerie's cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes of his life-giving cum to keep from choking. She went on sucking, sucking, sucking as he emptied his white-hot semen into the soft warmth of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly in her flaming blonde hair, holding her head tight in against the insanely throbbing shaft protruding form his loins as he pushed his long hard cock all the way down to her tonsils. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment as his cock slowly deflated in her hungry wet mouth. Valerie continued her rhythmic sucking, more gently now, drawing every last drop of the warm seeping cum from his weary limp penis. He lay utterly relaxed, panting, covered with sweat, while billows of steam engulfed both their bodies.
After a moment, Valerie lifted her cum-smeared lips and grinned in triumph. "How's that for starters, baby?" she asked.
When he sighed wearily, she crawled up and lay nakedly out full length beside him. "Okay, now, tell me again about how you're going to fuck the sisters and how you and I both are going to get to that frigid little Grace Moretti. It might take all the experience we have, darling," Valerie said.
"Oh, yes, it will take all of it, but it sure as hell will be worth the trouble .. . holy shit! It sure as hell will be worth it!"
Chapter Two
Sex was on John Moretti's mind all the time these days. Newly married to one of the most voluptuous young women he had ever seen, he had found out on their wedding night that his bride was frigid, cold as ice! And more than that, she was a prude! There was just no way around it. The unbelievably gorgeous Grace Hansen Moretti was a prude. They had been married for three whole months and he, her own husband, had never seen her completely naked ... except once....
John leaned against a tree, lighting up a marijuana cigarette beneath the warm summer night sky. He didn't like to think of that one time. In a frustrated rage, he had gotten drunk and stoned and ripped his bride's clothes from her sensuous young body. The sight of her naked, cowering body was just too much. Her proudly up thrusting breasts, her incredibly slim waist, ripely flowering hips, and long tapering thighs made him go mad with lust, and he had drunkenly lurched toward her cowering young body, had lost his balance and fallen, knocking himself out. When he awoke, he found Grace gone and a note telling him she had gone home to her mother.
It had taken two and a half weeks to win her back, and she only came back on two conditions: that he didn't drink any more and that they would' sleep in separate bedrooms! Separate bedroomsl He gave in to his young wife because he loved her and ... secretly ... he hoped that some of her prudish inhibitions would disappear with time.
He was driven mad by his wife. Such a delicious prize so near and yet so ... so untouchable! Other men looked at him after taking in Grace's face and figure, and their eyes clouded over with envy. They all figured he was getting one hell of a wild piece of cunt. Yet, whenever he tried to caress her, Grace would grow cold and talk very formally. Gently, but firmly, she would remove his hands from her lush young body and then she would talk. God, how she would talk!
"I believe there's more to marriage than just carnal pleasure, don't you?" she said once.
"Huh? Oh, yeah! Sure."
"I mean, a man who doesn't treat his wife with respect doesn't think much of her, does he?"
"Right, sure!"
"I mean, you marry someone because you think they're special and to be treated well, don't you?"
"You bet!"
"I mean, there's so much to be gained from a meaningful and mature relationship, don't you think?"
"Oh, sure!"
"I mean that marriage is like a business, a partnership, don't you think?"
"Yeah."
She would be talking, yakking away, and he knew she was going to lead up to his going to church with her, and all he could do was look at her voluptuously ripened figure under her dress and feel an aching in his balls and a rage in his mind. Such a great body going to waste! It couldn't be true. It couldn't happen to a hot-blooded guy like himself. He simply couldn't have picked a cold fish! There had to be a way to reach her, a way to get to her. There simply had to be a way. All he had to do was find it!
And he had to find it fast because he was going crazy with lust! He was getting so horny that all he could think of from morning to night was sex. Sex seemed to be everywhere he looked.
It was certainly at The Joyous Heights Apartments. He could feel it. It was in the air. It was in those damned sisters that flounced all around the pool in the briefest of bikinis. He knew it! He had come up behind them while they were sunning themselves at the pool. The two stunning redheads with wild figures and sensually pouting mouths. He had come up behind them at the pool in time to hear Anne ... or was it Anna . . . say. "I tell you, we balled all night." She had ground and rubbed her firm young thighs together in memory and added. "Oh, wow, it was wild!"
And Grace didn't like them. That was the clincher! If Grace didn't like them, that meant they were sexy. Grace wouldn't say much, but she felt they were cheap and flashy.
John would put on his dark glasses, the kind that were one-way, so that he could see out but so people couldn't see his eyes, and he would sit down at the pool, staring at them with the horny idea of being married to one of them. They looked so much alike, he could hardly tell one from the other, and he imagined swapping almost identical wives or ... better still... sleeping with both of them at the same time! Fucking both of them at the same time ... one on top of the other!
He liked the way they smiled at him. It was brazen and audacious. He watched Anne ... or Anna ... walk from the pool with the fleshy white cheeks to her seductively wiggling buttocks showing. Her bikini had gotten caught in the crevice of her asscheeks and ridden up, exposing naked flesh that bounced and rocked as she. ..
Anne or Anna... walked. Oh, God! It was too much to watch! John Moretti was in a state of perpetual horniness. It was only with a great mental effort that he kept his cunt-hungry cock from constantly swelling into a hard-on. He knew he had to have some relief soon or he would go mad and rape somebody. Except for when he was a kid, this had been the longest period of abstinence he had ever gone through.
At times, he actually hated Grace and plotted revenge on her. He would lie in bed at night, wide awake, thinking of her in the next room and imagine all sorts of revenge. He would rip her clothes off and fuck her to within an inch of her life. Or, better still, he would sell her for a trifling sum to some young hoods in a motorcycle gang and watch them gang-fuck her until all that smugness and all that righteousness was fucked out of her and she begged for more. He would watch them humiliate and degrade her in every known way and he would love every second of it.
But these fantasies only served to make him all the more horny. His cock would swell into a steel-cased hardness until he thought the thick mushroom head was going to burst. And it would throb. The more he thought about his wife, the more it throbbed with an aching hardness that almost made it difficult to walk.
And it was painfully pulsating now as he moved restlessly about the apartment building at night, alone, smoking one cigarette after another. Grace would be in their apartment, asleep by now, clad in a modest long nightgown. Tomorrow she would say.
"I don't know what you're doing up all night.
You hardly got any sleep, did you?"
Actually, sleep was the last thing in John's mind. He thought of the warm summer nights, the men and girls in brief bathing suits that might turn Grace on. Since they had been living at The Joyous Heights, Grace had been to the pool once, wearing the bikini he had bought for her.
Her walk down to the pool in her brief, yellow-flowered bikini had stopped everything cold. Men simply stared and drooled at her sensuous walk and body, and someone, maybe Dave Whelan or Tony Fletcher, had let out a low wolf-whistle. And well they might, for Grace's voluptuously liquid figure flowed along the side of the pool and fairly burst from the confines of her flimsy bikini. Her breasts were hugely rounded and riding firmly high. They quivered enticingly as she walked. And her wide, beautifully proportioned hips undulated with a quicksilver smoothness. Her fully developed and beautifully rounded buttocks protruded whitely from the bottom of her suit, and she self-consciously tried to pull the suit down. Right at the small of her back, above the suit, were twin dimples that rocked as she walked. Her stomach was superbly flat and contoured and her thighs were long and tapered and proud. Men simply stared open-mouthed while women narrowed their eyes cattily.
But John could only get her to the pool that one time. After the wolf-whistle, she had frostily declined to go swimming, saying, "I don't care for that crowd that hangs around down there."
So John prowled the grounds alone, worried about his sex life and being a peeping-Tom. He walked quietly near the two sisters' apartments. Anna was married to Dave Whelan, and Anne was married to Tony Fletcher, and he wondered again if they ever swapped wives.
His angrily pulsating cock was swelling again uncomfortably in his pants as he circled their apartments. The lights were on in both of them, and the blinds were drawn. He got close enough to hear music and the tinkle of girlish laughter, but he couldn't tell what was going on inside. Frustrated, filled with an obscene energy, he wandered back to the steam room. He had walked around three sides of it, looking for a window or a door with a window in it through which he could look. Three sides presented nothing but an adobe brick wall. The fourth side didn't have a walk, just grass and bushes. The fourth side faced the building's outer wall.
Trying to act casual, John walked back, threading his way carefully through the bushes and flowers and looking up at the fourth wall. There, near the roof, was a small window! John caught his breath and looked around. He heard voices laughing, and he froze and flattened against the wall and faded back into the deeper shadows. He held his breath as his heart thumped against his rib cage like a triphammer. It would be embarrassing if he got caught. What could he say? Quickly, he tried to think of something that would sound plausible as the voices came closer.
The voices sounded excited and reckless, perhaps a trifle drunk. John noticed that the other tenants drank a lot at night. The voices were a party of people, men and women, and they grew hushed and giggled as they nearer the steam room.
It was Dave Whelan! John recognized his voice!
Quickly, the others fell into place. It was Dave
Whelan and Tony Fletcher with their look-a-like wives, Anna and Anne, and they were all going into the steam room!
Again, they hushed one another and grew so silent that all that could be heard was the far-off chirping of a cricket and their almost silent foot steps. They came to within a few feet of John, the women giggling under their breath, the men carrying bottles of liquor. The steam room door was open and a woosh of steam billowed out into the summer night, and the two couples hurried inside, closing the door quickly. John was still holding his breath as he heard the bolt being clicked shut, locking the door from the inside again.
Jesus! There were six people in there!
He let out his long-held breath and took several deep ones, calming himself. One rule at the apartments was regarding the steam room: men in the morning and women in the afternoon, and never any mixing! Now, at night, there were three attractive couples in there with bottles of booze! John had to know what was going on!
He stepped away from the wall, all action for the first time that night. The window was a small rectangle, near the roof. The window faced east, probably to catch the morning sun and illuminate the steam room where a lot of Valerie MacMillan's massages were given.
Massage!
The word burned itself into his brain as if written there with a red-hot wire. Massagel All sorts of possibilities there! His long hard cock swelling to an obscenely bloated thickness, John looked around. He just had to see what was going on in that damned steam room. Nearby, by a path, there was a barrel, a drum. It was one of many scattered around the complex. They were for throwing trash in, and Pete MacMillan was known to be a nut on neatness and had chewed out more than one tenant for littering.
Swiftly, John walked to the barrel and looked around. The apartment building was quiet and no one was in sight. The summer's night was hot and dry and totally silent. He paused as his hand . gripped the Wrel's edge. If he did this, if he peeked, if he played the peeping-Tom and got caught, what could he say? How would he feel being labeled a peeping-Tom?
John Moretti was a dark, still shadow bending over the barrel for a moment as he thought about what he was doing and felt the hammering pulsating need up between his legs. Thinking, thinking hard, then he picked up the barrel and stole silently off into the cactus, circling the steam room and ending standing under the small window and looking up. A light was coming, shining, out of that window.
His heart pounding again, John placed the barrel and carefully, quietly, he climbed up on it and straightened up. The barrel was just the right size when added to his height. He saw that the window was a combination of glass and vent, a place to let steam out.
Tentatively, John looked into and down the vent. Steam swirled and beaded the window. Stooping slightly, he peered down into the vent, feeling the heat of the steam full on his face.
The steam billowed like curtains in a storm, now revealing something, now concealing it. To his astonishment, to his ball-bursting amazement, John found himself looking at naked buttocks! A beautifully rounded and proportioned ass with twin-cheeks was presented to his view. The nakedly gleaming flesh was tanned and covered with a film of glistening sweat He watched, frozen as the ass swung lasciviously, obscenely back and forth in front of his face!
And then it disappeared in swirls of rolling steam!
He barely strangled a cry of rage in his throat because, such a tantalizing thing had been thrust before his view only to be taken away again! He almost fell off the barrel as he shifted, rearranging his view so that he could get a better look from another angle.
Slowly, he began to make forms out as his eyes grew accustomed to the steam and the perspective. It was like watching people moving about underwater, their naked bodies seen glistening lasciviously as they moved slowly about. Gradually, as his eyes grew more accustomed, he could make out individuals. There was Pete MacMillan himself, stark naked, his cock jutting out hugely and obscenely as it stood and tried to drink from a wine bottle, spilling some of it, and sing red liquid to snake down his neck and over his naked chest. On either side of him, posing in a mind-blowing voluptuous nakedness were Anne and Anna. They were sitting on a bench on either side of him, their firmly ripened breasts glistening sensually from their sweat, their legs obscenely split wide, showing their similar little hair-lined cuntal slits. They were playfully caressiPete's powerful thighs and using their tongues to lick the red wine off his loins. Pete was beginning to writhe and pump his hairy loins back and forth, his huge cock obscenely erect as the two red-headed sisters laved his naked body all over with their tongues.
One sister, Anne, was openly lascivious, her heels up on the bench with her legs spread so wide that her wetly throbbing pussy, with its swollen vaginal lips jutting out. He gasped loudly as the fingers from her hand lewdly spread the ragged pink lips of her cunt and slowly plunged her outstretched middle finger deep into her moistly quivering flesh.
John watched as her hips pumped with a lewd abandon. God, he thought. What a pair of sluts, and Pete MacMillan has got those two sisters all to himself!
The enormity of what he was seeing slowly sunk in as John shifted his balance on. the barrel. He was watching an orgy!
His eyes darted about and quickly located the lushly voluptuous body of Valerie MacMillan naked and squeezed between the equally naked bodies of Dave Whelan and Tony Fletcher. Both men stepped back, and John saw both of their massively throbbing cocks fully erect and more than eager to fuck. Valerie, posed with her hands on her smoothly curved hips, her loins thrust audaciously forward in lewd invitation, ground her buttocks hungrily, and John groaned aloud. Her sensually naked body was glistening with sweat and Dave Whelan was roughly massaging her large ripe breasts with his hands. Slippery from the massage oil and perspiration, her softly quivering mounds slid from his grasp as he pinched her nipples into a wanton life. Rough Tony Fletcher, big and muscular, stood behind her, holding his thick meaty cock in one hand while his free hand moved over Valerie's warm-fleshed asscheeks.
The blonde's eyes were almost closed, and her full sensuous mouth was wantonly open as she slowly sank to her knees between the two men. Almost as if a signal had beengiven, the two men crowded close on either side of her, reaching down and caressing and pinching her ripely quivering breasts while she took a cock in each hand.
John didn't know which obscene group to watch! Masses of nakedly sweating flesh appeared before him and then disappeared in clouds of hissing steam. He was watching a wild orgy as decadent as anything ever seen in Rome! One man sith two women, wanton sisters, and one voluptuous blonde with two men whose- cocks were huge! John felt his own prick bulging in his pants to a steel-like hardness.
Christ! He didn't know what to watch! He decided to look at both parts of the salacious spectacle if he could, to let the steam show him what he could see. He braced himself on the barrel and licked his lips nervously as he waited for the billowing clouds to thin out. His wildly jerking penis was stretched to its utmost limits, and he didn't know how much longer he could stand it before his churning hot cum came shooting out of his balls.
The steam cleared momentarily, and he saw the sweating face of Valerie MacMillan and her naked young body with her proud firm breasts. She was kneeling on the floor, a rigidly pulsating cock in either hand, her expression one of ecstasy.
Valerie opened her eyes and looked thorugh the steam to see her husband lewdly caressing the sisters. A jolt of wanton excitement rippled through her and she squeezed both hotly throbbing cocks and began rhythmically slipping hei hand back and forth on their rigidities as she heard the loud groans of rapture from each man. She closed her eyes again and turned her head just as Dave Whelan jutted his hips forward and the lust-swollen head of his cock slipped across her lovely cheek before sliding into the hot wet confines of her eagerly waiting mouth. John watched as Valerie's pulpy wet lips closed tightly over the head of the cock, and her cheeks hollowed slightly as she began gently sucking. Her other hand remained tightly locked around the impatiently pulsating shaft of Tony Fletcher, and she slowly stroked it in time with her sucking.
The wetly sucking wanton blonde spread her knees on the floor as wide as she could and lewdly pumped her hips back and forth. She thrust out her smooth, rounded asscheeks and rotated them obscenely. After a moment, she pulled her tightly ovaled mouth from Dave's glistening wet cock and turned her face to look at Tony's moistly bulging penis in her hand. Lewdly, she let her little pink tongue slide out and wetly circle his pulsating cockhead before taking it slowly into her hot, velvety mouth.
Her free hand groped for Dave's lust-hardened rod, and her fingers found it slippery from sweat and lubricated from her own saliva as she struggled to ensnare it and began to rhythmically stroke it.
A wall of hissing steam blew across the room, obscuring Valerie and the two men in a lewd tableau. The steam billowed up the vent, and John clenched his teeth against his bad luck as their nakedly writhing bodies were lost in clouds of steam. He squinted and, as the clouds thinned, he rould see the other participants in the wildly exciting orgy.
Pete was lolling around on a table like a king while the two voluptuous red-haired sisters crouched on their knees on either side of his naked body and smiled at one another. John shifted his position again in order to get a better look.
Pete was lying on his back with a huge, wildly pulsating erection, looking up at the two women who were kneeling like slaves beside him. Then, with a depraved smile, Anna laughed and reached with both hands to cup her sister's lushly firm breasts, her fingers playing with the hardening nipples. Anne smiled wantonly in return and ran her hand caressingly over her sister's nakedly glistening torso, while she used the other to teasingly run her fingers up and down over Pete's inner thigh.
John watched, his breath coming fast, as he saw Anne cup her hand over her sister's moistly throbbing vaginal mound and gently, slowly, begin to caress her sister up between her widely spread thighs. Pete, lying on his back, looked up just as Anne used her fingers to spread Anna's pinkly swelling pussy lips, making them gape wide and open. Her tight young cunt glistened in the steam, and Pete ran his hand up inside of Anna's wetly trembling thigh to where Anne's fingers held her sister's pussy invitingly open to Pete's outstretched middle finger. The handsome apartment manager watched as the beautiful young girl's cunt lips slowly slipped over and wrapped around his extended finger as he gently pushed it into the moistly lubricated depths of her cunt Immediately, Anna's hips began to move back and forth in a lewd rhythm as the two women locked their wetly eager mouths together, their tongues darting pinkly into each others' mouths.
John felt like he was going to pass out from the painful throbbing of his cock. With a moan, he slipped down from the window and slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He had been right! He knew something was going on! But, in his wildest fantasies, he had never imagined anything so wanton and lewd as what was going on in the steam rootnl
He closed his eyes as he realized the full extent and enormity of the depravity going on inside. This was no normal orgy where couples got together and couples were swapped, no mate-swapping affair where couples paired off and went to bedrooms to be private. No, none of that! None of them were just switching couples and fucking and sucking in sight of each other. Lewd and depraved, they had divided off in threes with Pete having two girls, sisters in wildly enthusiastic lesbianic embraces, and Valerie had two men, both .optionally well hung studs to play with. With a low moan of pain, John had to unzip his pants and free his thick bulging cock. The relative coolness of the desert air hit it as he wrapped his hand around the iron-hard shaft and stroked it a few times. Jesus, he had to have a woman, he had to have release or die! It seemed so unfair. Just a few feet away was Pete MacMillan playing with two luscious young cunts at the same time. Two cunts! -
Remembering that it all was still going on inside, John climbed back on the barrel with his eagerly pulsating cock sticking out like some prehistoric club.
He had to see more!
The desire raging through him was almost more than he could bear. He knew ... remembered... hearing the door locked shut from the inside, or else he would have tried to get in and take his chances once inside. He knew he couldn't get in short of breaking the door down, yet he was dying to fuck something. He knew if the feeling kept up, he would go back to their apartment and rape Grace even if it meant her leaving him.
He climbed back up and positioned himself, rapidly stroking his long naked penis as he looked in to see that the steam had subsided somewhat and now naked, writhing bodies were everywhere visible below.
Valerie MacMillan was still kneeling, her big melony breasts bouncing, her hips bucking frantically as she went wild and sucked, her head bobbing back and forth between the two naked men, waking first one hotly throbbing cock in her mouth and then the other.
Then, her wild eyes narrowed. She pulled Dave's massively erect penis from her wetly sucking mouth and hissed out air. She was ready! She was hot, hotter than the steam, and her own cum was already coiling about in her cock-hungry loins.
As John watched, she crouched nakedly down on all fours, her big breasts dancing heavily below. Big Tony Fletcher was kneeling behind her and gripping her smoothly curved hips with both his ham-like hands. The thick head of his wetly glistening cock buried itself in the deep fleshy crevice between her buttocks, sending a visible shudder of lewd delight through Valerie.
Dave Whelan was on the floor, lying flat on his back and wiggling his body between Valerie's arms until his long rigid cock was just below her sweat-dripping face. She looked hungrily at his big meaty penis in frontof her mouth and licked her lips in anticipation. Valerie arched her back so that her lewdly rounded asscheeks stuck out lasciviously and temptingly to Tony. He looked down at her exposed buttocks, at the tiny budding hole of her ass as he guided the massively swollen head of his cock against the fluted edges of her moistly waiting cunt. He pushed forward, slowly spreading her vaginal lips wide from behind, exposing the lubricated pink walls of her pussy as he slowly pressed inward until his long hard cock had spread her vaginal lips wide. Then, with a low groan, he slammed the shaft with a lubricated ease far up into her hotly pulsating pussy.
John, outside the window, stood on tip-toe to watch and began stroking his painfully throbbing shaft with his hand just to get a little relief as he watched the wildly uninhibited fucking she was beginning to get. Her breasts swayed and danced while her mouth hung loosely open as Tony's lust-thickened cock sunk home. From the expression in her eyes and on her face, John could tell she was almost going insane from the delicious sensation of being fucked from behind, for she had thrust her nakedly rounded buttocks up and back and rotated her pelvis in a lewd hunger while Tony began to fuck in and out with a brutal kind of rhythm. Valerie bucked under each thrust, loving every minute of it as her sensually aroused body slammed eagerly back against Tony's thickly heated cock, fucking in and out of her lust-inflamed cunt.
Lowering her head, her wetly parted lips sought Dave's hotly pulsing shaft and finding its virile hardness, took it in her mouth and began bobbing her head in rhythm to Tony's brutal thrusts into her quivering young pussy.
Tony Fletcher, grinning cynically at Dave, tightened his grip on the soft flesh of Valerie's nakedly straining hips and began fucking her with all his might as Dave Whelan, his eyes squeezed shut tight, reached down and cruelly tangled his hands in Valerie's long blonde hair, holding her face in place while he began insanely sawing his massively thickened cock in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth.
The steam came thickly again and obscured the lewd trio, and John frantically darted a glance to see what Pete was doing. A low, barely perceptible moan escaped his lips and he began stroking his granite-hard cock a little faster as he saw what delights Pete was arranging for himself.
Anne, the beautiful slut, was lying spread-eagled on the floor, her naked young cunt jutting up and lewdly writhing while her sister, Anna, got on top of her and ground her hair-covered little pelvis down and around against Anne's wantonly gyrating pussy while they kissed and crushed their full sensuous breasts against each other.
Pete was kneeling nakedly on the floor by the matted bench alongside the sisters' feet. With a wild look, he parted Anna's legs until they were stretched wide apart. His hot eyes stared at them for a minute at Anna on top of Anne and grinding her pinkly glistening vagina down against the identical pinkly glistening cunt of her sister. Both girls were lying with their legs obscenely, wantonly spread, their nakedly ready cunts exposed the twitching with an unholy, depraved desire. Tne girls writhed together, caressing each other's ripely straining breasts, grinding their tauntly rounded bellies together and rubbing their erectly throbbing clitorises lewdly together while Pete slowly crawled between their widely spread legs and admired Anna's firm, tight buttocks spread so wide that her brown little asshole was completely exposed.
With his free hand, he reached under the felt the firmly clenched cheeks of Anne's soft warm asscheeks. He wedged his outstretched middle finger into her moist crevice and flicked his finger over her elastic little anal opening, sending an identical shudder through Anne. He began exciting both red-headed sisters to a fevered pitch as he rammed thumb and middle finger into their hotly puckered rectums, and he laughed as they both shrieked in lewd delight and tried to spread their legs even further apart.
Suddenly, Pete could stand it no longer. He yanked his hands away from their wantonly thrashing buttocks and, with an insane grin of glee, put all his weight on his arms and crouched behind Anna, his rampant cock on the narrow hair-lined opening to her tight little cunt and pushed.
Anne looked up just in time to see her sister throw her head back in wanton ecstasy as Pete drove his long hard cock into her sister's eagerly accepting vagina. She thrust her own wetly ready cunt up against her sister's pubic hair, and she felt Pete's strong thighs ripping powerfully as he began wildly fucking her sister. Soon, she knew, it would be her turn!
John watched in the gathering steam as Pete pulled his wetly glistening cock all the way out of Anna's moistly clasping pussy, changed position, aimed lower and with one smooth stroke sunk his lust-hardened cock into Anne's frantically undulating pussy.
Both the girls were going wild with lust as Pete fucked first one, then the other, slamming his massively erect cock into the two pussy's with a fury born of lust. Then, the steam billowed and gushed up again.
Chapter Three
Again John slumped back, his pounding cock in nis hand. He had to, no matter what the cost, he had to fuck the two sisters and Valerie! All of them! Tomorrow, he would ask Valerie for a massage and be willing to pay any price. Tomorrow? Tomorrow was too far away. He had to have cunt and have it now. Hastily, he jumped from the barrel and dragged it away, putting his rigid prick back in his pants with his free hand. He had to get fucked!
For what seemed to be an eternity, John Moretti stalked the compound like some kind of demented ape. He had seen enough! Now he wanted the real thing! He knew where to go. He knew that in his apartment, John Moretti, himself, had the best piece of ass at Joyous Heights. He also knew with a groan that was close to despair that he really didn't have the best piece. Just the coldest piece! Grace was an iceberg, and the last time they had had sex was over six weeks prior to their moving here. Every time he suggested sex, every time he alluded to it, Grace had a way of curling her fleshy upper lip to show disapproval. The last time they had sex she had been stiff and unresponsive, and she had only let him jerk on top of her until he came, had his orgasm. He had been so horny that he had spilled his cum almost immediately and Grace, yawning, turned away and said, "That should satisfy you for a while."
But it didn't! It only served to increase his desire!
John stalked around the apartments with his fists jammed into his pockets. He didn't care who saw him. In fact, he was dying for somebody . . . some man ... to fight with. He longed to smash his fist in somebody's face and relieve the rage and tension he felt his his body. He stalked back to the steam room half a dozen times, but he couldn't bring himself to look at them any more. He wanted to get fucked himself!
Yet, with a groan, he admitted to himelf that he couldn't go wake up Grace. She would be furious with him for waking her at such an hour and, if he got too aggressive about sex, she was sure to leave him. She had vowed that she would leave him if he got too rough.
John .Moretti was a lonely figure standing outside as dawn was just beginning to touch the rim of the far-off Nevada foothills. The first rays spilled across the big sky, promising a day full of dry heat. He had been up all night. He had smoked almost two packs of cigarettes and a joint and paced the complex from one end to the other, full of frustration and despair. He had to admit to himself that he couldn't stand up to his wife, that she had the upper hand. No, he was doomed to a life of getting his sexual thrills elsewhere. He made elaborate plans to get next to Valerie and the two redhead bombshells, Anne and Anna. Every time he thought of what Pete was doing with them, his cock would leap to aching obscene life! He had to have them!
He sat in a dark and empty recreation room and smoked and wondered what kind of relationship Dave Whelan and Tony Fletcher had with their wives. To him, the whole bunch seemed depraved. Even Pete and Valerie seemed depraved. What kind of a guy lets his wife act that way?
Yet he knew he wanted what the men had been so obviously enjoying earlier. He knew they were all still down there. The steam had been turned off and the lights were out, and they were probably sleeping it off the way a drunk sleeps off a monumental bat-off.
Early dawn saw him slipping home to his apartment, red-eyed, weary, and frayed. He tried to be quiet as possible as he undressed. The room was dark with the blinds drawn and Grace was sound asleep. He undressed slowly, thinking back, remembering prowling the grounds outside, checking out every single apartment. And- he cursed himself every single moment he was doing it, realizing he was being a peeping-Tom. He, John Moretti, reduced to being a cowardly peeping-Tom by a frigid wife! It was almost too much to bear, too much to even admit!
He slipped into bed carefully, a little at a time. Grace moaned in her sleep and turned slowly to her side. He watched, fascinated, as she turned over restlessly, throwing one leg out from under the covers. Her nightie had twisted and rode up over her voluptuously rounded hips during the night, and she was naked from the waist down. One long leg lay free of the sheets and blanket, long and tapered exactly right. He stared hungrily down at her nakedly curved buttock and at the pelvic bone that jutted so enticingly right next to his hand. A corner of the sheet barely covered her succulent young cunt and pubic hair. Her supple, firmly molded stomach rose and fell in the deep regular rhythms of sleep. John settled his big frame carefully alongside of her. The way she was sleeping, he could see down her nightie at her lushly ripened breasts.
They were bulging firmly with that deeply rounded cleavage that never failed to thrill him. If she moved a little more, one nipple might work its way free. He began stroking his painfully throbbing cock in his hand as he looked at her magnificently roitftded breasts. They were perfect above her slender waist and wide sensual hips. Everything about her body was perfect, and he stroked his long pulsating penis rhythmically as he greedily looked at her gorgeous young body. With his free hand, he pulled the corner of the sheet down, completely exposing Grace's succulently pink cunt to his view!
So near and yet so far!
Just as he was looking at her ripe little pussy with its symmetrical, rounded lips that were so voluptuous and velvet-soft, Grace moaned again in her sleep and rolled over, completely covering herself.
John jammed his fist in his mouth to keep from screaming in rage. He lay on his back, breathing hard, trying desperately to control himself. His mind seethed. Sex! It was everywhere! It was everywhere, and he wasn 't getting any of it!
Chapter Four
Pete MacMillan picked his partners with care, checking them out carefully before entering into anything with them. Life was good to him and Valerie. The apartment was a success. Pete's first impulse was to protect himself and Valerie and Joyous Heights.
Although he didn't give the outward appearance, Pete MacMillan was a careful man. His attitude and manner were casual and unhurried. His grin was easy and he always seemed to have time to stop and chat about anything at all. Most people described him as loose and easy, and yet Pete was a deceptively careful man. He didn't believe in gambling and any risks he took were calculated risks, like the latest orgy in the steam room. By week's end, the Whelans and the Fletchers would be moving to Portland, Oregon. He knew they would talk, but he knew they'd be careful just to whom they talked, and anyone they knew who might be moving down to Reno would be welcome, if they recommended them.
Pete was also a neat man. Everyone who lived at the adult apartments knew that. The gardeners claimed that Pete could see a rumpled chewing gum wrapper from a hundred yards away. The gardeners and groundskeepers soon learned that Pete was a casual, easy-going guy if they did their jobs and kept the grounds spotless.
It was just a little after dawn that same morning, and Pete, a careful neat man, was standing outside of his steam room and looking at the waste barrel that had been moved. He frowned, wondering why it was out of place. It wasn't out of place by very much, but still.. .that was enough to alert him.
Everyone straggled sleepily back to their apartments but Pete stayed behind, claiming he wanted to clean up. Hands in hip pockets, he sauntered over and looked at the barrel. Nothing in it. Still, from the marks in the sand, it was easy to see it was out of place. He bent over and could see lots of tracks, footprints, all around the barrel. Someone had moved the barrel and he was sure it wasn't any of the gardners. They knew better. If any one of them had moved it, they would have raked out the prints and smoothed the dirt over.
Pete straightened and rubbed his chin. Someone, some guest, probably, had moved an empty trash barrel. Now why, he asked himself, would anyone do that?
He followed the tracks back through the bushes and on around behind the steam room. The tracks ended and he could see where the barrel had been set down. Right below the one little window and vent in the steam room.
Pete was a careful man. He walked out, saw that the grounds were empty, and he picked up the barrel and walked behind the steam room with it. Putting it down in the exact same place it had been placed before, he climbed up on it.
When he looked down the vent and the window, he let out a low, long whistle. His face blank, he got off the barrel and put it back where it belonged. Finding a rake, he raked the sand smooth, completely removing any trace of footprints. Once the job was done, he went off to the big manager's apartment he shared with Valerie. His wife was still asleep, deeply asleep, when he finally got there. Although he was tired, he knew he couldn't go to bed. He had some thinking to do. He brewed himself some coffee and lit a cigarette and sat down to carefully think things out.
"You're acting just like a big baby, John."
The taunt from Grace almost drove him into a blind, insane fury! He could have leaped up and smashed his fist in his wife's face. Instead he said petulantly, "I don't feel good."
"What's the matter with you?"
"I'm tired."
"You should go to bed at night."
Again, John wanted to leap out of bed and scream at his wife. He wanted to yell, "Bed! Who the fuck wants to go to a bed with an iceberg in it?" He wanted to really defy his wife and tell her off, but instead, he mumbled, "I did go to bed. Can't sleep."
Grace cocked a pretty eyebrow. "I woke up at about midnight, and you weren't in bed. You weren't even here."
"I went out to get some fresh air."
"Is that all you went out to get?"
Grace's insinuating bitchiness sliot right to his marrow and hurt. How could a girl be so incredibly, tantalizingly beautiful, and yet be such a cold-blooded bitch? It was beyond his understanding. He fought for self-control before saying, "Be reasonable, Grace. What the hell else can you do at night?"
Grace became coy as she talked to him over her shoulder, not looking at him as she put on makeup in a mirror and frostily admired her elegant face.
"Oh, I don't know. There are those two flashy sisters. What are their names? Anne and... something?"
John heaved a big bored sigh. "Those flashy sisters have some mighty big flashy husbands." . Grace sniffed. "Not the type I care to know too well."
Again, her smug superiority made John clench his teeth. God, how he would like to just once tell her off! Juce once, for one second, he would like to humiliate her, slap the shit out of her, ram his cock up her asshole ... anything!
She came away from the mirror looking lovely, completely dressed.
"Ready to go shopping?"
He looked up at her in amazement. Here he was, lying in bed, telling her he didn't feel well, and she was asking about shopping.
"I'm too tired."
"But you promised me you would on your day off." Grace put on a pout, and John looked at her thickly pouting lips and all he could think of was seeing those full, wetly parted lips wrapped tightly around the shaft of his pulsating cock. When he didn't answer, she turned to the door, dressed in western riding clothes. "Very well, I'll go myself. If you're feeling so bad, why don't you go take a sauna or a steam bath?"
He sat up on one elbow in bed, his face alive for the first time that morning. "Why don't you take one with me?"
Grace was so superior and a little weary, as if she were talking to a little child. "You know there's no mixed bathing. Besides, I hate those things. All that awful heat!"
The door closed behind her, and John sank back on the pillow with a sigh. The whole idea of living here was to loosen Grace up and, if anything, she seemed more stiff and aloof than before. She had alienated them from all the other tenants by being pointedly unfriendly. She had driven him mad with her proper ways. If it was the last thing he ever did, he was going to get even with her, even if it meant fucking up their marriage.
He pulled himself up on one elbow again. It was still early. Before eight. Hardly anyone ever used the baths before twelve or eleven. If he went down there now...
He was up and dressing with a renewed energy. He would follow his wife's advice. He would take a steam bath... a real long hot one ... and if Valerie MacMillan happened to come along... or the two redheads!
He dressed in a few seconds and soon was walking briskly toward the steam room, whistling at the sunny morning. It was going to be another hot day. It was going to be a hot day in more ways than one, he thought happily.
He found the steam room empty with the steam turned off. It was still hot, though, from the night before. For a moment, he was, sure he could smell the musky odor of sex, a lot of sex! He set the thermostat and waited for the steam to build up. He looked around the room and up at the ceiling where he had been watching the night before. It all seemed so unreal now, but there were the mats, stretched out on the floor, and the bench where those two beautifully luscious sisters were fucked by one man.
Feeling a strange kind of sexual excitement and frustration, John quickly stripped naked arid put the customary towel around his waist and sat down to wait for the steam to build up and... for anyone to come! With a little luck, it would be Valerie, Anne, or Anna! Or all three, he fantasized! Probably, he told himself, with his luck, it would be a bald, fat male guest who would bore hirn to death. If so, the poor son of a bitchhad better not bend over in front of him!
He kept yawning as he waited, finally deciding to lie down and relax and wait, with his head cradled in his arms.
He got comfortable, and he promptly fell asleep!
When he awoke, it was to the gentle, insistent shaking of his shoulder by someone's hand. When he was aware of what was happening, he jerked his head up, looking around with bleary eyes.
"Hey, Mr. Moretti, how long have you been here?"
"H... huh? What?" He rubbed his eyes and focused them. Oh, Jesus! It was Valerie MacMillan, clad in a pink terrycloth robe, bending over him, her wild mane of blonde hair tumbling, a quizzical smile on her lips. John stared up at her and could think of nothing but how lovely and wantonly sexy she was in the bathrobe with her sexy looks and husky voice. He wanted to fuck her so badly his whole body seemed to throb. Yet, what could he say?
"I watched you last night? It might have been honest of him to say so, but John, in his present state of mind, didn't possess those kinds of guts. He smiled and said, "S... sorry, I must have dozed off."
"It's okay," Valerie hastened to assure him. "Pete and I sack out in here when we've had too much ... you know ... partying... and the next morning we stagger out of here without a hangover." She paused to allow herself a throaty chuckle before adding, "A little weak, but no hangover."
John found he couldn't listen to Valerie's good natured chatter. He couldn't even look at her voluptuously stunning figure all bundled up in that robe. "I... I better go. You must have some massages to do." He sat up and "heaved himself off the bench.
"Naw, stay! Hey, my first massage isn't for an hour yet, and that's old Mr. Denver. You know, that old mountain of flesh and ... hands...." She chuckled good-naturedly.
"Well. .. I'd better get going anyway. Go for a swim," he muttered.
"Tell you what," Valerie said, casual and completely ignoring what he said. "Let me warm up on you." She slapped the mat on the bench with one hand.
"W... what?"
"Lie down!" she commanded.
"Why?" he asked, feeling stupid and achingly aware of his near nudity with only a towel around his waist. For the first time, he became aware of all the hot steam swirling around and how much he was sweating. A softly alluring film of perspiration was forming on Valerie's sensuous face.
"I'm going to give you a massage, honey, on the house." She rubbed her palms together professionally.
"How come?" he asked, even though he found himself obeying her and lying down on the bench on his stomach. His heart was pounding and he was trying to be calm and realize the full extent of what he was getting into. Here he was with Valerie MacMillan a few hours after he had seen her being wildly fucked by two men!
"Well, because I feel like it, that's how come. I gotta do an old goat. No reason why I can't do a hot young one like you. How old are you, Mr. Moretti?"
"Twenty six."
"Ha!" She slapped him on his shoulder and absently rubbed the tense muscle. "I'm six years older than you. I know better than you!"
She stepped back from the table and removed her pink terry cloth robe with a flourish, hanging it on a peg on the wall. John caught his breath and felt his restlessly stirring cock jerk to a hardness under him as he saw she was wearing nothing but a bikini, the kind she paraded around the apartment complex, driving all the male guests out of their minds. This one was a bright orange color and the halter was low-cut and showed her bouncy cleavage completely. In fact, the brassiere was a flimsy thing and certainly should never be used in the water. They barely held Valerie's big bursting breasts. John had seen her once after a dip in the pool, and her berry-like nipples had pressed right through the flimsy material, giving her a licentious quality.
The panties were little more than an enlarged G-string, just barely cupping and covering her blonde pubic hair. Certainly her firmly curved thighs and loins appeared naked. When she turned to put the robe on the peg, John caught a flashy, fleshy sight of her smooth white buttocks where the material of her tight bikini panties bit deep into the crevice which separated her rounded asscheeks. He watched, becoming now heatedly aroused as her buttocks dimpled and undulated as she shifted weight and then turned to him.
"Now," she said huskily, "almost ready to go to work?"
"I've never had a woman give me a massage before."
Valerie was pouring clear oil on her palms and rubbing her hands together.
"Well, it's been awhile since I've given a real man, other than Pete, a massage, too."
"You do give men massages?" he asked, forgetting about Mr. Denver, and feeling .smutty, his massively thickened cock swollen against mat and bench. Maybe if I get her talking, he thought, one thing will lead to another.
"Sure," she laughed with that throaty quality and slapped him on the shoulder. "Gotcha!"
"Huh?"
Valerie bent over him, digging her oiled fingers into his neck muscles and dorsal muscles. "Whew! Relax! You're tighter than a witch's twat. Relax!"
John laughed, embarrassed. "Well... it's just that... well, I've never had a woman massage me before."
"First time for everything." He felt her firm hands kneading the muscles a little further down his back. "How's your wife enjoying living here?" Valerie asked, really digging into his back but carefully watching his face for an answer.
"Oh ... great."
His slight pause before answering told Valerie a lot. She smiled indulgently and leaned some weight on her hands as she dug in and began to loosen him up. His tense body and hesitant reply was indication of trouble between them.
"What's she doing now?"
"She's shopping. She likes to shop."
"Uh huh. How long have you been married?"
"Oh," Again he hesitated. "Little over three months."
Valerie smiled and really rubbed up and down his spine, feeling his spinal cord under the skin as she went along.
"Hell," Valerie said, "I should think you two would be spending all your time at home giving each other a massage." She laughed.
John didn't answer. He hated to admit that he had never given or been given a massage. Grace didn't like being touched.
"Relax," Valerie said, changing the conversation. "Say, you've got some build. You ever play sports?"
"Some A little football," he said, being modest.
"Then you've had massages before."
"Yeah, but always with men."
Valerie gave her throaty laugh again. "Well, this is exactly the same only better. Relax! You're like a coiled spring. I'm not going to hurt you!"
He had to laugh at her good-natured way. She must be quite a woman, he thought, smiling to himself. He forced himself to relax his big frame and let Valerie dig in. She was kneading and massaging the muscles on up and down his back with sure, strong fingers. She wormed her way up and down his spine. Always, she worked her fingers lower and lower down his back. He felt her probing fingers slip a little under the towel, moving it down a bit. He could see her sleekly curving hips and the hot dog bun-shape of her vagina under the swim suit right in front of his face. Her thighs were shiny with sweat, and he watched her perspiration soaking in the orange bikini panties, turning the material transparent! In a little while, the material would be sticking wetly to her ripely seductive body, revealing each little curve and bulge.
Now the steam room was silent, and Valerie's face grew serious as she worked over John's muscular back, working her way lower and lower, gradually pushing the towel lower and lower on his tightly clenched buttocks. With a low laugh, she tugged at the towel, pulling it free from his loins.
"I can't give you a decent massage with that damn thing on. None of the women ever wear anything."
John couldn't say a word, only lie face down on the bench and grit his teeth against the iron-hardness growing in his painfully throbbing cock as he felt Valerie's strong hands kneading down his back again. This time they went lower... and lower until her fingers were digging deep into his naked buttocks. She cupped a cheek in each hand and rubbed and massaged, hissing at him, "Relax, goddamnit! You're not in a football game now."
It was like a lewd command. With all his will, he forced himself to relax and let Valerie do what she wanted ... whatever she wanted....
He felt her fingers sliding down into the tightly held fleshy crevice between his buttocks. Her fingers touched his asshole, sending sensual shivers throughout his body. Her fingers pried his cheeks apart so he felt a rush of steam on his asshole that was now so elastically puckered. Then, with a suddenness impossible to predict, before he could move a muscle, Valerie MacMillan lowered her long blonde hair and ran her tongue wetly over the entire length of his crevice, the ruby hot tip of her tongue flicking over his asshole!
He leaped and tensed again, his mind exploding like an electric light going out. He couldn't believe such a brazenly obscene act. It was lewd and lusty and an open invitation to fuck and nothing else. He lay still, his eyes closed, waiting. His mouth fell open slackly and a low moan of wonder and lewdness came out of him as he felt her hot wet tongue slowly traveling down his spinal column.
It burrowed its way, licking and twirling around, between his tightly clenched buttocks. Valerie was using all her strength to keep the cheeks parted. And all her wiles. Her flaming hot tongue wormed its way down to where it lashed back and forth over his desire-tightened asshole. It was an unendurable pleasure that made him moan aloud and caused his balls to churn with unspilled cum. It mounted to such a peak of intensity, that he thought he couldn't stand it another second.
And then it stopped!
Valerie pulled her mouth and tongue away and massaged his thighs and legs, finally giving them a fond slap and saying, "Turn over."
The words were said quietly, almost casually, as if he were just another customer. His mind was fighting a losing battle with the tremendous burgeoning need in his groin. He kept wondering, Jesus! What if someone should come in?
Valerie answered that question by going to the door and sliding the bolt shut before turning and saying, "Well? Turn over, I said!"
Mentally, John said, okay, baby, you asked for it, and rolled over on his back, his arm over his eyes, his wildly throbbing erection looking like some one-eyed prehistoric monster lifting its long neck up through the swirling steam.
Valerie came back to the bench and stood there with her hands on her hips, looking down at his visibly pulsating cock. "My, you are tense!"
His lust-thickened penis jerked of its own accord, hot with lewd desire. He looked up at Valerie, her body glistening with sweat and one of her brassiere straps had slipped down over the shoulder, permitting one lushly ripened breast to hang practically free. He could just see the beginning of her pink nipple. Her blonde hair was wild and disarrayed and wet with a film from the steam. She leaned over him grinning, her cleavage deepening and bunching together as her hands began to massage his big chest.
"Relax," she said hoarsely as the steam swirled around them. "Just close your eyes and relax."
John closed his eyes and let his body relax, let her hands roam where they may. She was trained at her job and her fingers felt their way over all of his body, kneading the flesh in a sensuous way, massaging, exciting, arousing. She even pinched the nipples on his chest and put her hot wet mouth to them and let her wet tongue twirl slowly around.
She massaged his stomach muscles, making him breathe deeply, working with both fingers and her mouth. Her pink mouth with the velvety hot tongue, was all over his stomach, probing into his belly button and swirling close to his frantically pulsating cock.
John suddenly understood that the whole massage was directed right at his groin. There was where it would all culminate. Always, her fingers kneaded the flesh toward the groin, always, inexorably, her wetly sucking mouth moved toward his massively thickened penis. He lay as still as he could, trying hard not to tremble and not doing a very good job of it, as he felt her hands and wetly heated mouth moving down his stomach.
Again, with a suddenness impossible to predict or react to with reason, Valerie swooped her head down and took the thick mushroom head of his cock in her soft warm mouth! He felt her wetly parted lips slowly tightening around his violently pulsing penis and moaned aloud, opening his eyes and craning his head to watch the wild blonde-haired woman eagerly sucking his long thick cock. The other shoulder strap to her halter had slipped off her sweaty shoulder and both of her proudly full breasts were hanging deliciously out, their nipples pointed and hard.
He saw her wild sexy profile and her warm buttery mouth open wide and those velvety soft lips wrapped lovingly around the lust-swollen head of his cock. It was a deliciously obscene thing to see and feel as she sucked lightly and enticingly on his hard pulsating shaft. He jerked and jumped when the tip of her wetly licking tongue flicked over the tiny opening at the end of his cock, His eyes darted down and saw that her bikini panties were soaked clean through with sweat and clinging to her body like glue. He could see her moistly swollen vaginal lips and the place where they softly parted.
He moaned aloud as Valerie took one hand and put the fingers and thumb around the thick shaft of his cock, near the base. Slowly, she began stroking back and forth. At the same time, she began sucking harder with her warm soft mouth and her head started to bob up and down. She took as much of his hotly throbbing cock as she could in to her eagerly sucking mouth and then gradually withdrew until only her tightly ovalled lips were sucking on his pulsating head.
He shuddered all over as he felt his cum churning like a cyclone in his sperm-bloated balls. It had been so long since he had shot his cum! Now it would be only seconds before his wildly jerking penis began spewing its white hot load down her throat.
Covered with sweat, her lushly naked breasts dancing and quivering free, Valerie began hungrily sucking and stroking in long strokes, establishing a. rhythm he felt forced to join. Eagerly, his hips began to pump wantonly up and down in an effort to drive his long thick hardness further and deeper into her throat.
Propping himself up on his elbows, John Moretti looked down through lust-dazed eyes and saw Valerie sucking hard on his wetly glistening cock, her head bobbing up and down, her nakedly dancing breasts scraping wetly and softly across his thigh and hip. He saw his own abandoned lewd pumping, and he groaned with delight as he felt the delicious pleasure bolting through his body like a hot electric current.
Then Valerie was reaching down between his tightly tensed thighs with her free hand, her hand probing, her lingers pushing. They cleaved their way right to his buttocks and he felt one of her fingers probing brazenly at his tightly puckered asshole and he let out another wild moan as he began to fuck harder into the warm softness of her mouth. His arms shot out and he seized her head that was cushioned by her thick mane of blonde hair. His fingers tangling cruelly as he seized and held her head in position. Then he began.ramming with all his previously contained football strength, fucking Pete MacMillan's wife in the mouth with all the rage and frustration and lust that had been bottled and choked up in him for three long months!
Valerie took his brutal thrusts deep into her mouth to the point where she almost gagged. Yet, she kept sucking greedily, relentlessly driving him toward his orgasm. Her fingers and thumb kept stroking his thickly hardened cock while she sucked so hard on the out-stroke that her cheeks hollowed. Her head was no longer bobbing up and down but held in place in John's iron grip as he fucked into her tightly ovaled lips with all his might, incoherent mumblings of lust spilling from his mouth as he chanted every obscenity he could think of.
He could feel the outstretched middle finger of her other hand trying to wiggle its way up his tightly puckering asshole.
His head thrashed from side to side as he fucked away with a suicidal recklessness until he felt his hotly impatient cum rushing through him like white hot steel pouring from a blast furnace.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"
John shoved his whole hair-covered groin up into her face, burying his wildly spewing cock deep in her voraciously sucking mouth while he held her head still. Valerie noisily gulped down the spurting white hot sperm and then eagerly sucked for more ... and more ... and more!!!
His moans and involuntary jerkings gradually subsided and, for the first time in months, his satiated cock gradually went soft with a feeling of satisfaction. He lay with his eyes closed, feeling completely at ease. He looked" up to see Valerie MacMillan straightening up, some thin strands of his cum on her full sensuous lips. Her half-naked body glistened with sweat from her efforts, and the billowing steam heat of the room. Her proudly upraised breasts stood out brazen and voluptuous as she snatched up her brassiere and began stuffing the softly rounded globes of flesh back inside the garment.
She frowned as she looked at the clock that hung on the wall.
"Hell! That old bat will be here any moment! He's never late!" She slapped his naked stomach. "Up, lover boy. You've got to get out of here, and I've got to change into something more decent. Come on, get!"
He swung his feet and found his legs delightfully weak. He grinned at her, and she grinned warmly back at him. She couldn't keep her hands off his body as she said, her eyes narrowed.
"Mmmmmmmm! I don't know if I can wait. I'd like to have that beautifully long hard cock of yours right here." She growled playfully as she grabbed her vaginal mound and rolled her eyes.
"When can we get together?"
"Well, I'm sure we can find some time to get together... while your wife is out shopping. I'll let you know. It will be a lot of fun. Believe me, it will be a lot of fun!"
Chapter Five
Grace Moretti's face contained a cool elegance that masked what was beneath the surface. Anyone seeing her sitting in her chaise on her balcony would say that there was a cool and collected one. But it was far from the truth.
She was reading Crime and Punishment, but her mind was far away, thinking of horses.
Although she hadn't anticipated it and was actually frightened by the beasts, she had come to love riding. In fact, she spent each day looking forward to the next and was already trying to figure out how to continue riding once they got back to Los Angeles. Riding excited her in a way she had never imagined. It excited her sexually. Once she had swung up on a horse and let her weight settle in the saddle, she found her vagina was pressed down in a way that wasn't at all unpleasant.
Once she started riding, she was in for another pleasant surprise. It got more exciting! She discovered that staying on a moving horse wasn't an easy thing to do. A horse moves awkwardly, jarring up and down. Grace found her vagina being pounded against the saddle. It hurt her, and she winced with the surprise and the masochistic pleasure.
She adjusted herself in the saddle and moved her supple body in rhythm to the horse's cantering and she found her vagina being pressed against the saddle in a constant, rhythmic way that was.'.. nice.
It got to be real nice. It got to be a thrilling pleasure that mounted to an ecstasy that became too intense to bear.
Grace didn't like to think of horses and of their big penises that hung so obscenely, yet, she couldn't do anything but think of huge male horses.
To the other tenants at Joyous Heights, Grace was a beautiful young girl sitting out on her apartment balcony apparently deeply buried in a thick book, but she was just reading words and not remembering anything. Her mind was on horses.
Her instructor said she was a natural. He was an old cowboy with a face like leather, and he praised her to the skies and used her as a model for the class. And Grace knew that she was a good rider because she very quickly got the feel and sense of a horse. She felt their great strength and energy and realized she had to control it or it would dominate her. She also sensed their rhythm and adopted to it with ease. Her cowboy instructor shook his head in gleeful admiration.
"It's just like she was glued to the horse."
The trouble was, Grace had come to enjoy riding too much and was worried that people would see and know. The pleasure she received from riding made her feel guilty. She .wasn't sure she should feel that way. She took to having rides in the early morning, and she rode all alone and far off.
She had learned to relax on a horse and let her pelvis and body rock with the rhythm of the horse. She had learned to relax so much that she could control her vaginal muscles. She could relax them so that her velvet vaginal lips could part enough so that her tiny clitoris was exposed. Then, she would lean slightly forward, tilting her hips so that her lips and clitoris were pressed against the saddle. She could feel the tightness of the elastic band of her panties and it felt good against her wetly throbbing cuntal crevice.
She would ride off into the desert with the morning sun still casting long shadows and ride for hours with that rocking motion of the horse beneath her forcing her sensitized little clitoris down again and again until she felt like her loins were made of sweet sugar and every nerve in her tightly contained pussy was singing out for more .'. .and more ... and more.
Thus it was she did a wild and reckless thing. She was riding one morning, her panties moist from the insidious desire that was in her loins, when she looked around and found herself in a beautiful arroyo. Riding up to the crest of a hill and looking around, she saw she was in wilderness. On all sides, as far as she could see, was wild, barren Nevada desert tumbling on out in colored hues. She wasn't lost and wasn't afraid, only in awe as she sat and looked and realized she was alone!
Alone!
A thrill made her shiver in the heat and an idea came to her. It came to her in totality as if she had thought it all out unconsciously. With a thrilling itching in her loins, she rode down the hill into the arroyo and dismounted.
She surprised herself how quickly and expertly she uncinched the saddle and got it and the blanket off. Looking around carefully once more, she realized she was quite alone, that if any rider should approach now, if any rider should come into sight, it would be a long time before he got to this particular arroyo. In fact, a rider could pass near it without ever seeing into it.
Feeling her heart pounding and an excitement she had never known before, she began to strip off her clothing. y Her blouse came first, revealing her ripe melony breasts barely contained by her brassiere. Grace didn't waste any time, stripping quickly, reaching behind and popping the clasp of her brassiere so that her proud young breasts leaped free in a quivering little dance. She folded her clothing neatly as she stripped, putting it in a pile.
She stood, naked to the waist, magnificent as her firmly ripened breasts felt the breeze, and her nipples hardened and tilted upward provocatively. Quickly, deftly, she unlaced her boots and kicked them off. She pulled off the heavy cotton stockings and stood in her bare feet as she unzipped her blue jeans and wiggled out of them.
She stood in the middle of the desert, a sensually stunning beauty, stark naked except for a pair of flimsy panties. She stripped out of them, skinned out, would be a better expression, rolling them down over her full and firm hips and finally standing in the arroyo stark naked, feeling the desert air cool against her hotly throbbing vagina.
A wild elation came over her and she did something she had never done before, something she had been told was very wrong. She touched her moistly heated cunt. She touched it with her fingers, feeling the softly full vaginal lips all wet and warm and she parted them, using the fingers of one hand and felt her lubricated excitement. The tips of one outstretched finger touched her pulsating little clitoris and it sprang to a lewd life as if it had been only waiting for her signal. She rubbed it softly and felt it becoming slippery with her moist excitement. Even the horse sensed or smelled her wanton excitement and stamped a hoof and whinneyed as his long penis became even longer and thicker.
Then with a lust-crazed grin, she gathered in the reins and leaped up on the horse's bare back, making it with ease and sitting, positioning herself and ... tentatively ... reaching down and softly spreading her cuntal lips so that her moist clitoris and hot itching cunt rested on the horse's hide.
A thrill of pure sensual wantonness seared through her! The horse's coarse hair scratched her, and when the great beast moved, it only served to twist and part her wildly excited pussy even more. Her body was flooded with a sensation of lewd pleasure and a mad craving for more.
With a shout, she whipped the horse and went galloping wildly up the arroyo, bouncing up and down with the rhythm of the horse. She rode up and down the arroyo as fast as she could, her proud young breasts bouncing freely, and her naked sensual body quivering and bucking on the bareback. She felt herself being pushed to an ecstasy where she would be paralyzed by hr orgasm and slip off the horse.
The horse! She had picked a stallion without really knowing why! Now, all she could think of was his great long penis!
She reined the sweating, panting beast in and dismounted in the shade of a giant cactus, near where her clothes were. She crouched down on her knees and saw the great hanging cock, pink and wet in its sheath, and her body trembled and all kinds of wild thoughts ran through her mind. Her mind and body were racked with all kinds of depraved ideas, things she had never permitted herself to think before. She had already reached out to touch the panting beast's penis that was so huge and obscenely tempting when her better nature surfaced and she stood up, catching her breath. She was naked in the middle of a desert, and anyone could come along at any minute, she thought.
Hastily, she dressed, completely ashamed of herself now. She resaddled the horse with a little difficulty, forgetting her lusting .drive as she got involved. She silently chastised herself for doing such a foolish and lewd thing and she promised that, no matter "what, she would never do it again.
She rode back to town slowly. The horse was tired and she didn't want any more excitement. By the time she had taken a shower and changed and gotten out on the patio with a good book, it all seemed like it had happened to someone else. She would never... ever... do a thing like that again!
She sat reading Crime and Punishment, looking cool and calm and tried hard not to think of horses. To help her, she concentrated on John. When she came back from the ride, he was already in bed, fast asleep, a silly smile on his face. Grace felt John had been acting unreasonable. She hated to think it, but there were times when John treated her like nothing more than a common whore. She wanted him to be romantic and not so... demanding or... rough.
Sometimes a simple word can trigger off all kinds of feelings and memories in us all. An odor can evoke a summer day, a song can recall an entire evening. So it was with Grace. Rough. The word made her think of the horse and riding like the wind through the arroyo and how she got to like the pain and the ... roughnessA
A shudder of masochistic delight ran through her body, and she quickly thought of other things, like John. Why was it that he annoyed her? She frowned, wondering if their marriage had a chance. At the moment, there seemed so much unspoken, so much that was wrong that wasn't ever talked about. He was so crude and mumbled answers. She didn't know how late he had been out roaming the grounds the night before, but he was spending most of the day in bed. She wondered what she was going to work out. She didn't know what to do about him. She sat, pretending to read a book, wondering about her marriage and wild horses.
Later that same day, after the sun went down, while most of the tenants were at a social barbecue by the pool, the world went topsy-turvy for John Moretti. In a single second, his life changed and launched him on a course that was wild and desperate and would end hi a savage orgy.
He got caught peeping!
He was easy for Pete MacMillan to catch. Pete had worked his way through the day, calm and whistling, running his spa with a casual whip-hand, taking care of those things that needed taking care of and biding his time until sunset.
Late in the afternoon, he interrupted his massaging to go and tell Valerie to get lost for the rest of the day. Their relationship was such that he didn't need to go into any explanation for Valerie. She understood and did what he asked without asking herself a question, never mind him! Around five, she quit and went to their apartment for a nap.
Pete had turned the steam and lights on in the steam room and even left a portable radio playing low. He went down to the cabana and poured himself a late afternoon drink, stretching out in a big chair. He sipped his long tall Bloody Mary and looked at the big picture window and watched the setting sun shimmer on the horizon, a big blood-red ball slowly deflating. He sat in the gathering shadows while Valerie sprawled asleep in their bedroom. He saw with an excellent view of the steam room and its approaches. He saw with a pair of binoculars in his lap, tinted for night-time use.
He didn't have to wait long. The sun had barely set when he saw someone hustling along a path that led to the steam room. The way the figure moved told him it was up to something furtive. He watched until the figure reached the trash barrel before he put the glasses to his eyes and confirmed his suspicion.
There he was in the glasses, larger then life. John Moretti, ex-swimming champ, now down to peeping-Tom!
He snorted out a harsh laugh, put the glasses down, finished his drink and got up, taking his time. John was one game that would wait. He sauntered down to the steam room and strolled around behind it. There he was, standing on tip-toe, trying like mad to see something. Pete grinned, his lips thin, his eyes holding his hardness. John Moretti was going to be easy to deal with.
He walked up behind John and cleared his throat. John reacted like he had been shot. He stiffened all over and lost his balance and fell awkwardly off the barrel, landing unhurt in the sand. He looked up to see Pete MacMillan towering over him. Pete looked down and nodded. "Evening, Mr. Moretti."
John couldn't say anything. He looked away and slowly got to his feet, brushing himself off.
Pete stood with his hands in his windbreaker pockets, cool and casual. "You in the habit of peeking in windows, Mr. Moretti?"
"No ... I was..." John gestured toward the window and tried to think of something to say.
"How would you like to have a peeping-Tom charge lodged against you, Mr. Moretti?"
"I wouldn't."
"Know what the charge carries, Mr. Moretti?"
"Look ... please."
"One hundred and twenty days at the county work farm, plus..." Pete went on with a malicious grin, enjoying seeing Moretti squirm, "plus the social stigma of being known as some kind of nut. A freak. A weirdo, Mr. Moretti!"
"Look, give a guy a break."
Pete stepped closer, his voice low and calm. "A nut. Registered with the police. A sex pervert, Mr. Moretti." Pete's voice was now soft and insistent. "Every time there's some weird sex crime in your neighborhood, the police are going to come looking for you."
"Look, Jesus Christ, please give me a break!"
"Every time. Know why? Because I'm going to turn you in. I run a decent place. I can't have weird nuts like you running around peering in windows. No, sir. You're going to have to go. You are a peeping-Tom, Mr. Moretti."
John was wild, near to tears. "Look, please. Ill never do it again."
"Shove it."
"No, please. I'll do anything."
The corners of Pete's hard mouth twitched and he savored the moment as he stepped closer. "Anything?"
John seized at the slim opportunity like a drowning man to a life raft. "Yeah, anything!"
Pete's voice got hard as he snarled, "What were you doing up there?"
"Huh? Nothing . .. honest... I... was____"
Again, he couldn't think of anything to say.
"You were peeking, weren't you?"
John's shoulders slumped. "Yeah."
"You were a peeping-Tom, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
Pete stepped even closer, shoving his tough tanned face right in front of John's downcast gaze. 'Why?"
The question caught John flatfooted. Why? He hadn't even asked himself why. Perhaps it was all too obvious to him. He looked up at Pete's hard face and swallowed.
"It's because of your wife, isn't it?"
John started to deny it, to make up some sort of excuse, but it suddenly didn't seem worth the effort. Pete MacMillan was too much for him. Did he know about Grace? Dumbly he nodded in the affirmative.
Pete's voice was low and soft. "She won't. .. make love?"
Again, looking away, John nodded.
"No sex? No nothing?"
John took a deep breath and shook his head in shame and resignation. He looked down at the sand, his shoulders slumped, too defeated to raise his eyes to the other man. Pete seemed to know so much. He wondered if it was as obvious to others as it was to MacMillan. He felt, at that moment, that everyone knew, that all the whole goddamned world knew he was married to a cold, nagging bitch. Before the night was through, everyone would know he was a peeping-Tom. It was a hell of a place to be in. John suddenly wanted Pete to turn him in, to get the whole thing over with.
"Come with me," Pete's voice was curt and commanding as he turned away and started walked across the apartment buildings. Shamefully, John followed along, his head hanging. Without a word or look, they headed for Pete's and Valerie's apartment. John assumed Pete was going to call the police from his home.
He followed Pete into the house and saw Valerie sitting sprawled on a couch with a drink in her hand. She was wearing tight pants that showed off the curves of her legs and a blouse that was low cut and exposed twin orbs that made a firm deep cleavage. Pete nodded over his shoulder.
"There's your peeping pervert. Caught him in the act."
Valerie pouted and raised her glass in a silent toast. Sorry, fella, her expression said.
Pete took off his windbreaker, a half-smile on his face. His voice was calm and low as he said, "You're a lily-livered coward."
Stung by the words, John clenched his fists and looked around defiantly. All right, so he had done something he was ashamed of, and so what if Grace was a bitch? That didn't give anybody the right to call him a coward.
Both Pete and Valerie broke out in spontaneous laughter at his belligerent stance. Pete waved a hand disgustedly.
"Hell, I'm not going to fight you! I didn't mean that kind of coward."
Their attitude bewildered him, and he stood uncertain for a moment.
Pete went on. "I meant that you were a moral and social coward. Like ... you fuck around with my wife, yet you can't make it with your own wife. Look, I'll prove what a moral coward you are. I'll make you a proposition and I bet you turn it down. You want me to forget the whole peeping incident?"
JiiPete and Valerie were changing pace on him so quickly and unexpectedly that he felt numb, yet he jumped at the chance. "Of course!"
"What are you willing to do?" Pete's face was cunning and hard.
John hesitated only a moment before he said, his voice going hoarse. "Anything!"
Pete and Valerie exchanged a little grin. Valerie patted the couch next to her and said, "Sit down, lover. Sit down next to ol' Valerie and just listen___"
Chapter Six
Something was going on at The Joyous Heights Apartments. There were meetings in apartments and whispered plans were being made behind closed doors. Smiles, knowing smiles, were exchanged down by the pool. Dave Whelan laughed a little more than usual and rubbed his hands together eagerly. Tony Fletcher had a knowing tomcat grin on his face all day, and Anne and Anna took a long walk, their fannies swishing in unison while they bent their heads together and talked. Valerie worked in the massage room with a big grin on her face. All of her customers said her massage was extra good that day. The excitement at Joyous Heights was subtle all day, mounting as another rosy, hot sunset came and the long shadows of night were cast across the valley.
Grace noticed a difference. John was nicer to her than he had been in a long time. He was attentive and polite and . .. undemanding. In fact, he didn't leave her alone all day long. At lunch, he insisted she relax and he serve her a huge salad on their balcony in the shade of the umbrella. He was so insistent she said no three times and came near getting annoyed with him. It was the only bad moment in an otherwise nice day.
He even invited her out for a special dinner in a romantic candlelite restaurant, ordering the most expensive entree on the menu, and she let him, thinking that was what she had wanted all along. After the dinner, they had ordered champagne. She usually didn't drink, and she was sorry she drank a glass of it when returning from the ladies room, for it had a very strange taste to it....
The rest of the evening was hazy. She remembered the two of them driving back to their apartment. John had pointed up and said, "Look at all the stars that are out tonight."
Grace had looked upward and her head fell back lackadaisacally and stayed back as she stared up at the stars with glazed eyes.
She couldn't get over how shiny the stars were and it suddenly seemed to her that time was standing still, that she should put her head down and walk all around the apartment buildings and find people frozen in time, in Whatever activity they were doing at the moment. Then she felt lightheaded and all sorts of strange physical feelings came over her. She felt that she could feel every nerve in her body and that they all were tingling and singing in some kind of strange rhythm. With a visible shudder, she thought of horses, great stallions pawing the ground, and riding them, bare backed and naked with her wildly excited pussy grinding down on the coarse horse hair.
She remembered vaguely reaching the apartment. After that, John was guiding a walking utterly relaxed zombie. He barely got her to bed when she keeled over and fell like a limp rag.
Satisfied, John picked- up the phone and called the manager's apartment.
There was a movie in the recreation room that evening, a popular love story. Most of the more conservative tenants attended, or stayed home for a night of television. The area around the steam room was deserted. Inside the steam room, there was plenty going on. What was to happen was to be daring and a rival of the celebrated Black Mass! The object of all the attention was one deeply sleeping young girl, Grace Moretti. She was drugged on a combination of an aphrodisiac and sleeping pills. She had drunk both in the champagne which her husband had spiked when she had gone to the ladies room in the restaurant. She had drunk enough aphrodisiac to keep her loose as a goose for a week.
Pete and Valerie had pushed some benches together and laid mats across them. On this platform, on this sort of alter, lay Grace Moretti, sound asleep.
The door to the steam room was bolted from the inside with a deadening click and the steam was turned on. The participants in the orgy gathered around the sleeping figure of Grace. They were Pete and Valerie, John, Dave Whelan and Tony Fletcher, and the two redheads, Anne and Anna, dressed alike except that Anna was wearing black boots and Anne was wearing white. All of them except John were a little drunk.
John was a desperate man and more than a little worried. He knew Grace better than any of them, and he feared what was going to happen in the next few moments. Grace would go berserk! He knew that a lot of rules and laws about sex had been relaxed, and the authorities looked the other way in a great number of cases, yet no one overlooked forcible rape. When Grace woke up and found out what was happening to her, there could be hell to pay. He was relying heavily on the word of Pete MacMillan who had said, "I'm going to fix up your marriage. After a couple of hours in our steam room, you won't know your wife!"
John swallowed hard. He felt like the man who, after sticking his head in a lion's jaws, is asked to stick it in further. There was no turning back for him. Pete had literally blackmailed him into his present position. It was either submitting Grace to an orgy or facing the county sheriff, who was a very good friend of Pete's. John gave in to the orgy because it was expediant and because . . . deep down .... it was what he really wanted.
Dave and Tony had obviously been drinking. Their faces were florid and their breath reeked. Their wives had been drinking a bit. In fact, Dave had a bottle which he held out with a flourish.
"Better have a snort 'cause I'm going to fuck that wife of yours silly!"
John was stung by the vulgar remark, yet he took the bottle, wondering when he was going to grow up. He took a long pull of whiskey and gagged it down. A sudden recklessness comeover him ... what the hell, why not, why not blow the whole thing?
The steam was beginning to make a mist in the room and people began removing articles of clothing. John drank from the bottle again and again, summoning up an alcoholic courage. He looked down at the sleeping form of Grace. She looked so lovely, so goddamn sensual. Even with her clothes on, her body was tempting.
Her firm young breasts which were so perfectly rounded and filled out, strained against the confines of her brassiere and dress. She lay asleep with a mist of steam gathering on her hair. She lay perfectly relaxed with her legs slightly parted. Everyone stood around her unconscious form, passing the bottle of whiskey around, taking in her body, her tiny, slender waist, her beautifully wide hips, her firmly formed thighs and long tapering legs. Suddenly, almost as if activated by some signal, hands began to roam over her lush young body . . . male and female hands, and Grace stirred slightly in her sleep. John looked questioningly at Pete.
"She'll wake up with the heat and her own horniness."
"You sure?"
Pete smiled. "I've never seen a woman yet that hasn't... when you get past all the bullshit... as horny as hell. Believe me, by the time she wakes up, she'll be begging to be fucked."
Nervously, John licked his lips. "I sure hope you're right."
Pete took a swig from the bottle and passed it on. "I know I'm right. You say you haven't had sex for months. You're horny. We all know that."
Laughter, almost jeering, went around the benches.
"So she's horny, too. Trouble is, she can't admit it consciously. You told me the way she talks about sex. The girl has a block. By the time she becomes aware of what is happening to her, she'll be; fucking like a little mink."
Dave Whelan began laughing and struggling drunkenly out of his clothes. "Man, look at that broad. I've wanted to fuck the shit out of her ever since the first second I saw her!"
Anna shrugged to Anne. "Dave was always the sentimental one."
Clothes were beginning to be thrown everywhere as the steam increased in the room, billowing up in great clouds. The heat was becoming intense, and John looked around with wide disbelieving eyes. The sisters, Anne and Anna, were casually stripping down until all they were wearing were their boots. Then they stood nakedly next to him brazenly thrusting out their hips. Anne said, "We're going to take care of you, John baby, while the men take care of your wife."
John looked bewildered. "W .. . what?"
Dave laughed and nudged Tony. "An old fashioned gang-bang."
John looked at Pete and Tony and Dave. They were all naked and beginning to sweat a little. Their rapidly growing cocks were swelling and beginning to stand up like some ancient weapon. Dave, drunker than the other two, stroked his cock in one hand, his purplish mushroom head showing while he looked down at the restlessly sleeping Grace with a lascivious smile.
"W ... wait, you... you didn't say anything about... all of you," John stuttered.
"It's the only way. Relax, pal, you're gettingall the women."
John looked at the two sisters, at their firmly out-thrust breasts with the nipples already hardening, at their naked torsos that were beginning to glisten. The heat in the room was beginning to become unbearable and he and Grace were the only people still dressed. Valerie had shed her clothes and now stood with her legs spread apart, her hands on her hips.
"Ever fuck three women at the same time, John Baby?"
Dumbly he shook his head. His eagerly excited cock shot to an erect life in his pants as he remembered seeing Pete with the redheads. The women silently surrounded him, tugging at his clothes, stripping him naked.
Even as excited as he was, John couldn't take his eyes from Grace and the three naked men surrounding her. He felt himself being pushed down on a mat, and he allowed it to happen as with some apprehension, he watched what they were doing to his wife.
Her shoes came off first. Then they rolled her over to unzip her navy blue dress and pull it down, revealing her creamy white shoulders. The men were muttering to one another as they pawed her lush young body and pulled the dress off. They were getting hasty and crude as they unclasped her brassiere and it fell limp as her proudly quivering breasts leaped free. They paused for a moment, looking at her body clad only in panties, a garter belt, and stockings. Then their lust-dazed eyes returned to her full firm breasts, which were free and completely at their mercy.
"Look at those tits!" Tony said, his voice no more than a growl.
Valerie, naked, stroking John's naked chest, whispered in his ear, "Mmmmmmmmm, look at her. Jesus, I didn't know your wife was so lovely!"
Grace's breasts were perfectly formed, like twin melons, full and rounded with perky little nipples. The men gloated over her near-naked form, and their hands began a not-too-gentle massaging of her soft-fleshed mounds.
John watched in fascinated horror as the three women completely stripped him of his clothes and obscenely fondled his thickly erect cock. He felt it growing bigger and harder under their ministrations, exciting in itself, but further heightened by the sight of his wife helplessly sprawled, nearly naked, while the men massaged and fondled and pinched her ripe young breasts.
Grace stirred in her drugged sleep, turning her head and moaning slightly.
"Look at the little bitch. I told you she'd like it."
Pete was gloating as his thumb and forefinger held one of her taut nipples and he pinched and massaged it into an even more erect life.
Dave chuckled. "Hell, when we get through, she'll be fucking the door knob!"
Grace's restlessly stirring body was beginning to glisten with sweat as the men shoved their hands under her smooth round buttocks, roughly cupping her asscheeks and lifting her hips free of the mats. Grace stayed perfectly relaxed, her full firm breasts spreading lewdly as her hips were thrust up in the air, and the men began peeling the now-wet panties from her body.
"Leave her garter belt on," Tony Fletcher said in a hoarse voice. "I hke 'em with stockings and a garter belt."
The heat in the room was becoming intense, searing to John's lungs as the women toyed with his lean muscular body. Anna, readheaded and clad only in black boots, her naked young body totally glistening with sweat, knelt between John's spread legs and took his long thick cock in both her hands and stroked it up and down. Valerie and Anne both moaning rapturously, began to caress each other's breasts, the whitely gleaming flesh exciting each other in spite of being female, mounting their passion for the orgy to come.
All three men had peeled off Grace's panties and now she lay sprawled, obscenely naked, the tight garter belt around her slender waist, the black lacy Straps hanging down her gently curving thighs and cinched into her stockings. Her pubic mound was beautifully rounded, and her vaginal lips were full, showing the hot valley of her pink little pussy. Everyone stared hungrily at her succulent young cunt as Pete and Dave each grabbed a shapely leg and spread them wide apart.
"Hot damn!" Tony Fletcher exclaimed as he bent his sweating face over her warmly perfumed vagina. With the fingers of both hands, he slowly pulled her wetly swollen lips apart, revealing the gleaming pink walls of her cunt. All the men bent to look, their mouths hanging open, to get a better look at the mouth-watering sight.
"Let me fuck her!" Dave exclaimed drunkenly and tried to elbow them aside.
"Not so fast," Tony objected, still holding the warmly throbbing cuntal lips apart.
"He's right," Pete said, a hand on Dave's arm to restrain him. "We gotta get her hot first."
Dave sulked. "If you'd let me fuck her, she'd get hot all right."
John watched with the same kind of fascination one watches a house on fire or a snake stalking a rabbit. He had the feeling it really wasn't happening to him. Next to where he was lying, Valerie and Anne were standing up, facing each other, and their hands were caressing one another's sweat-drenched buttocks. Their hands were cupping each other's softly fleshed asscheeks, aril their hips were thrust forward so that their pubic hair and impatiently quivering pussies were meeting and rubbing. They stood in lewd and wanton fascination watching what was happening to Grace and leaning back, away from each other, joined at the hip and thighs. Slowly, obscenely, they began grinding and pumping their hips together, rubbing their clitorises against each other's pubic mound and mewling in an undeniable hunger.
Anna was kneeling between John's legs, her black boots contrasting with her naked body, her hands on his wildly pulsating cock, gently squeezing it and absent-mindedly stroking it as she watched what the three naked men were doing to Grace. Her expression was one of almost complete depravity. John had the feeling that there was nothing she wouldn't do for a thrill.
The steam was swirling higher and John felt he was in the hands of perverts. All of them were obscene and perverted, and all of them, including John, were watching what was happening to Grace Moretti as the steam grew thicker and the heat more intense.
Grace was sprawled wantonly, obscenely, her mouth a little open, her eyes still closed, her drugged young body utterly limp and yielding to whatever the men wanted to do to her. Her legs, clad in sheer stockings, were spread wide, and he could see the tightly bulging crevice of her smooth white buttocks beneath her as well as her wetly glistening coral-pink cunt that was being spread wide apart by the thumbs of Tony Fletcher.
"I'm going to eat a little of that pussy." And with that, Tony bent his head, and John watched as his wet red tongue came out and slowly curled into his wife's tightly moist cunt. John . .. and everyone else . .. watched as Tony's long wet tongue curled and flicked up and down the entire length of Grace's fevered young cunt. Grace's eyelids fluttered and a little sound, half-animal, half-moan, bubbled from her lips as Tony's tongue began to lick rhythmically up and down. He toyed with her erect little clitoris, rolling it around with his tongue until it stood up, taut with excitement.
A low lewd moan ran through the room and sweating bodies began to move excitedly as everyone watched the three men surrounding the inert body of Grace. John felt something warmly soft, like velvet, touch the sensitive end of his wildly aroused cock. He looked down to see Anna holding his thickly rigid penis erect with the palms of her hands and the ruby tip of her tongue wetly licking the very tip of his lust-swollen cockhead. He let his head drop back with a low moan of delight, and his eyes went again to his wife. Steam clouds drifted in the room, and Grace looked like a sacrificial victim at the gates of hell as she lay with her legs obscenely spread open while Tony's hotly curling tongue traveled the length of her saliva-moistened cuntal slit. Still clad in her stockings and garter belt, Grace groaned loudly once and the men all stared triumphantly at each other, for it was obvious that she was beginning to enjoy it. Low, indistinct moans were coming from her wetly parted lips, and her gently curved hips were beginning to slowly, lazily, writhe and twist as Tony Fletcher abruptly stuck his tongue all the way up her hotly throbbing cunt. Dave and Pete watched, growing more and more excited. Pete seized one of her ripely voluptuous breasts in both hands, cupping it so that the nipple stuck up tautly. He bent over and his hot mouth locked hungrily on the nipple, sucking and biting it, while Dave drunkenly did the same with the other soft quivering mound. John was presented with the lewd spectacle of his nakedly young wife being licked and sucked and tongue-fucked into an obscene frenzy. Her hips were beginning to buck and pump in a wantonly abandoned way.
Chapter Seven
John got up on his elbows. The sight of his usually frigid wife acting like an eager whore was too much to bear. He wanted to fuck her! Now! Just then Anna, crouched between his legs, let her warm elastic lips slip down over the massively pulsating head of his cock, her tongue twirling as she crooned hungrily over the long thick shaft. Giggling, both Valerie and Anne stopped their lewd gyrations and joined Anna, all three of the nakedly voluptuous women squabbling over the right to suck his rigid, erect penis. Probing, caressing hands were all over him, exciting him all the more as he watched his innocent young wife being so obscenely used by three strangers.
Grace was becoming wildly aroused. Her arms were beginning to move about, groping for something, and her moans were more distinct as she mumbled something incoherent as yet.
Then, it happened!
Grace opened her eyes as her firmly ripened breasts rose and fell in the heavy heat. Her eyes opened wide and even a casual observer could tell she was drugged. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused and, as she felt the hot licking tongues on her warmly quivering breasts and cunt, she smiled lewdly and moaned out her pleasure as her hips undulated up and down like a belly dancer moving in slow motion.
Yet, her eyes opened againl
This time she stared straight up into the billowing steam, and she tried to catch her breath in the intense heat. This only made her melon-like breasts rise and fall lewdly with the two men sucking on her nipples all the harder.
John's buttocks were clenched tight as Anna's cupped a cheek in each hand and sucked harder and faster on his cock while Valerie MacMillan and Anne rubbed their sweat-glistening breasts and nipples all over his body. He was suddenly too far gone in lust to care what the naked men did to his wife, but he did watch with a wildly growing obscene glee as she abruptly realized where she was and what was happening to her.
"No! NO! NOOGOOOOO!"
Grace suddenly screamed and began to struggle with all her might. The men were more than her equal, but her writhing young body was covered with a sweat and she was slippery and difficult to hold. She twisted and kicked her legs and swung her arms. Her futile efforts only served to increase the wildly sensual excitement in the room. As her struggles increased, her stockings gradually became torn as, they fought with her, subduing her, forcing her back down helplessly on the mat.
"Noooooooo! God! Help! Helllpppp!"
Pete's cruel laughter rang out. "Yelling ain't going to do you no good. No one can hear you outside of this room."
"Help! My God, John! Help me! Please! Please, God, help me! John, please! Pleeeezzz!"
A lewd sadistic thrill ran through John as he caressed Valerie's ripely swaying breasts then Anne's, pinching their nipples and cupping a soft warm breast in each of his hands. It was the first time Grace had ever pleaded for anything, and to hear her do so only aroused him all the more. Pete was right! She had to be tamed!
Grace was pinned down on the mat, but she continued to writhe and struggle, her lushly naked body covered with a fine film of sweat. The men were over her with their hugely erect cocks at the ready.
"Come on, let's get on with it!" Dave Whelan declared.
"I want her cunt," Tony Fletcher enjoined, his hand slowly stroking his huge bulbous penis in a threatening rigidity.
"I get her asshole," Pete grinned hungrily, his tongue swirling around his mouth. "Guess that leaves you with her hot little mouth, Dave."
The innocent young wife cringed down on the mat in terror as the lewd words flickered through her drugged mind. Dimly, she realized they were actually going to do all those obscene things to her! She turned her head to see her husband lying naked, with one of the sisters eagerly sucking his wetly glistening penis in an obscene rhythm, her head bobbing up and down as she took more and more of his thick shaft of male flesh into her tightly ovaled mouth. Valerie MacMillan and the other sister were over him, caressing him, and John was trying to pull Valerie's beautifully contoured hips around to the point where she could straddle his face on her knees and he could lick her warmly ministered cunt.
It was mad! It was insane! It was like a scene from a lewd and obscene hell. Steam swirled all around the nakedly writhing bodies. Once more, desperately, she called out.
"John! Please help me! Pleeeezzz!!"
"Okay, Dave, you gotta hold her tight until we both get our pricks in her, then you can let her suck you off." Pete's words shattered against her tortured mind. There was nothing she could do . .. absolutely nothing! They intended to defile her in this way and there was nothing she could do about it! lf; Pete walked to the other side of the bench, and she felt the mattress give as he rolled her over on her stomach and pressed her face tightly down into the mat. Then she felt the heavy fleshiness of his hot throbbing cock insinuated in the softly yielding crease of her butttocks as he half rolled onto her and began to smooth his hand over her slippery, sweating skin.
"Mmmmmmmmm, she's soft like silk," he said, his big expert hand moving up to clutch at her fearfully cringing breast, kneading it harshly and tweaking the nipple into hardness between his fingers. "God, just feel that firm young tit,"
They did, each one in turn and harshly, while Pete's outstretched middle finger found her defenselessly open cunt from behind and then thrust wetly up into her softly yielding vagina. From that second on, hands were all over her glistening, sweating body, tearing at her stockings, leaving only the garter belt in place, which only accentuated her helpless nakedness. Hands were all over her, but none were as lewd and lasciviously threatening as Pete's. He forced her tighter down on her stomach, spread the soft doughy cheeks of her buttocks apart, and began to unmercifully taunt her tightly puckered asshole.
"God, would you two look at that beautiful little asshole?" he hungrily asked the others.
"Tighter than a cat's pussy!"
"Go on, Pete," Dave's drunken eyes werfc bulging excitedly. "Fuck her asshole! Shove your cock into it!"
And then, in quivering dread, Grace felt his thumbs opening her fearfully trembling asscheeks, drawing the buttocks apart even further. She clamped down with her muscles, tightly clenching the smooth ivory spheres and tried to hold them together, but it was useless. She felt lewdly naked and unprotected beneath their lust-filled gazes, and, as he pressured them further open, she could feel the hot insinuating steam of the room bruch over the tightly puckered mouth of her rectum. Tears suddenly spilled down her cheeks as she heard the men gasp obscenely and Pete's outstretched finger teased at her tiny rubbery anal opening. A sharp, abrupt pain followed with the lewd worming insertion of the finger up to the first knuckle joint. The muscles of her buttocks clenched automatically and her anal passage gripped defensively at his finger like a closing fist.
Pete, kneeling above her trembling buttocks grinned like a tomcat, "Look at that little asshole grab, will you?"
"Well, go on, damn it! Ran it into her!" Tony Fletcher exclaimed impatiently. "I'm gonna shoot my wad all over her back if you don't."
"Just slow down. We got all night and besides, we wanna be sure she'll come back for seconds," Pete said tauntingly. "She's really got to be ready to take three cocks at the same time."
"She's ready. She's ready. Look at her squirm!" Dave almost screamed, mistaking Grace's desperate movement to escape the impaling finger in her asshole for passion. "Come on, Let's fuck her."
Pete grinned lewdly again and thrust his finger deeper into the soft, rubbery channel to the palm of his hand, causing the young wife to grunt painfully and helplessly from deep in her chest while he reamed and sawed in and out of her helplessly exposed asshole, obscenely stretching the warm velvety passage in preparation of the greater entry that was to follow.
Finally, in a drugged state, in hopeless desperation, Grace relaxed in resigned surrender. She wished she could pass out or that they would hurry and get it over with. Her despairing eyes rolled in her head until she could see her husband, John, across the way. He and his sweating partners were covered in a veil of steam. They were writhing lewdly on a mat spread over a bench. The sisters were naked and identical-looking through the steam except for the boots they so wantonly wore. One girl, Anna, was lying on her back, her legs so obscenely split that they hung half-off the sides of the bench. Her lewd sister, naked except for a pair of white high-heeled boots, crouched over her.
Then, her hips undulating and squirming, Anne lay down on her sister's naked body. It was like:ffa naked girl pressing herself against a hazy mirror. Their perfectly matched pussies slowly and sensuously hot and writhed together. The girl on top, Anne, lasciviously spread her legs, and Grace could plainly see their identical-looking pink cunts gaping and twitching as they rubbed lewdly together.
And John was crouched behind Anne, caressing her smoothly churning buttocks and flicking his thumbs oyer her asshole. Grace watched in fascinated horror as her husband grasped his long thick shaft in his hand, and slowly sank his lust-swollen cockhead in Anne's moistly quivering cunt while Anna ground her passionately trembling pussy upwards from below.
Behind Grace's back, Pete was kneeling and pulling the heavy foreskin of his massive uncircumcised penis back, displaying the hardened, lust-bloated head, before guiding it directly at the tiny puckered hole of her rectum he had so agonizingly stretched and prepared with his probing finger.
Once more, he spread her buttocks wide with his hands, then rolled further onto her nakedly kneeling back to slowly press the huge head of his cock down into her moistly gaping vaginal lips. She shivered at the contact, her muscles consciously tensing as he laid the full length of the hardened shaft into the soft, spread crevice of her backside, its throbbing head poised to leap at her snugly throbbing asshole. He put his weight on his elbows and pressed his hips forward, aiming the head of his hotly hungering cock directly at the fearfully cringing mouth of her back passage.
And then, Grace felt it, felt it pushing excruciatingly against her frantically puckering asshole, and she gaped wild-eyed into the foggy steam as the brutally stiffened cock suddenly popped like a cork through her tightly resisting sphincter muscle.
"Aaaggghhh! God!" she yelled out through her tear-streaked face. "You're hurting meeeeeee!"
"Don't worry, baby. It'll get better," Pete hissed down at the back of her wildly thrashing head.
And then she froze as she was, panting in the steam, as she felt her grotesquely stretched orifice give more, spreading obscenely, slipping like a glove over the mushrooming cockhead, absorbing the probing tip of his thick invading penis. Thoughts of wild galloping horses was in her mind as the pain spread through her like wild-fire, and Pete grinned victoriously at the others just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half the hardened fleshy shaft into the soft velvety channel of her protesting little rectum.
Her groans choked back into her throat as automatically her defenselessly quivering buttocks jerked and twisted in a futile attempt to escape the depraved assault, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with each frantic motion of her tortured young body, Pete's massively turgid cock was sinking that much deeper into her desperately resisting anal passage.
"Hold her shoulders down while I lift her ass higher," he grunted to the others!"
Grace felt their hands moving on the nakedly sensitive flesh of her back and shoulders and then she was being held firmly, unable to struggle as Pete lifted her firmly rounded buttocks up in the air, his knees moving in between her thighs to push them wide apart, spreading her asscheeks farther and farther apart to allow his heatedly throbbing cock to enter deeply into her painfully stretched rectum. Grace felt warm tears trickling down her face, mingling with the sweat, and the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that rose to her throat.
Meanwhile, John pulled his wetly lubricated cock out of Anne's clutching young cunt and quickly sank it to the hilt in the other sister's eagerly twitching pussy. Triumphantly, he looked across the misty steam room to see the desire-inflamed faces of Dave and Tony as they moved closer, wiping the sweat from their faces, toward his wife's helplessly upraised buttocks to watch the heated rod of thickly hard flesh that was slipping deeper and deeper into the warm soft depths of her defenseless rectum ... until all of a sudden.. . with a rapid, slamming stroke it was unbelievably buried completely up in her belly as the heavily swaying balls hanging beneath slapped into the backs of her trembling young thighs.
John moaned out his excitement and began fucking first one sister then the next by withdrawing his excitedly pulsating cock with each stroke and slamming its massive length back into the cuntal opening of the other sister. First fucking the top pussy, then the bottom .. . then the top! Valerie MacMillan was eagerly caressing his tightly clenched buttocks as he fucked away. Valerie and John both were wildly excited by the obscene spectacle of his wife getting gang-banged by strangers. Jesus, he thought, he was going to shoot his cum right away!
Grace had stopped struggling, realizing in a dazed panic that her only escape from the splitting agony was to lie as still as possible, for it was hopeless to resist the horrible attack of these lust-incited men whose only desire was to satisfy their brutal carnal passions by using her helpless young body. The hurt was almost unbearable from Pete's inhuman penetration of her rectum, and if she moved but the slightest, it only served to suck him deeper into her, stretching the tightly resisting channel to even more painful widths.
Grace groaned aloud as she felt the long, enormous cock flexing far up inside her belly now, rubbing and expanding to a far greater width the tender skin of her back passage. She became aware of Pete's hands tightly gripping her hips with a hard numbing pressure as he fucked and sawed into the painfully clenched depths of her ass. The agony continued on and on, and each further thrust brought mumbled groans of protest and pleading from deep in her throat. The mat was slippery wet from her tears and sweat as Pete rammed into her with longer, smoother strokes, worming the entire length of his great thick cock right up her tightly puckering rectum until she could feel his heavily bloated balls buffeting each time down against her tightly straining cunt.
Tony Fletcher couldn't watch it any longer. His impatiently expanding penis felt like it was going to split its own foreskin, and his sperm-laden balls pulsated with desire. He crawled up on the mat-covered bench, his cock rock-hard like some great log fresh cut from the forest. Grace felt him reach for and squeeze at one sensitively quivering breast and trace his hand down her fearfully cowering body, pulling and kneading at her soft, white flesh until she was positive her had gone insane with his lewd desire.
"Jesus, Pete, flip 'er over!" Tony half shouted at the other man, who was bug-eyedly concentrating on the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh that pulled from her roundly stretched rectum each time he withdrew his thickly pulsating penis.
Pete was triumphant and wild as he looked across the humid steam-swirling room and saw John writhing wildly with all that female flesh. It was one really wild insane orgy, and he had pulled it off! His lips twisted in a tight smile.
"Okay, baby," he smiled down at her hollowed back. "Now we are going to have a triple fuck. Then we'll go from there."
Pete tightly grasped her flailing hips again and rolled over to one side, pulling her backwards on top of him, bringing another groan of pain and surprise from her tortured lips as he lay outstretched beneath her, her smoothly hollowed back pressed down against his stomach and powerful chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside of his own, while his huge throbbing cock lay buried to its entirety deep up into the heated depths of her rectum. She was hopelessly skewered like a roasting duckling on a spit of unyielding iron.
Tony Fletcher, grinning like a lewd satyr, crawled his big bulk on top of her, forcing his thighs between hers and Pete's, spreading her legs even farther apart and aiming his hard jerking cock to push it quickly into the moist, pressure-stretched channel of her defenselessly open pussy.
"Oooohhhhh, God!" Grace moaned pitiously as it wormed up into her until she felt his heavy sperm-filled testicles slap hard against the open cheeks of her widely spread buttocks, joining the other thick impaling cock sund keep into her hotly quivering rectum. She whimpered helplessly. Both in the throb of pain and also in the horrid humiliation, she cried, sandwiched like a whore between these lewdly grinning men who were fucking her mercilessly with their angry fiery cocks. She could feel it greater now as they thrust deeper into her young tender body with only a fragile layer of flesh between rectum and cunt, separating their hardened shafts.
Dave, slightly drunken, stood wiping his sweating face and watched in an almost dazed state of unconscious lust. He pulled at his own painfully aching penis as he watched Tony began fucking into the writhing young wife's warmly moistened pussy with a maddened anger, while Pete's hips undulated up and down, powerfully lifting them all three up off the mat as he rammed in and out of her tight little asshole like a jackhammer with hard cruel strokes... the two of them finally falling into a smoothly rhythmic cadence that pounded her between them like a ragdoll.
Dave Whelan just had to see more and he bent over until his face was just a few short inches from the wetly glistening cocks ramming into Grace's widely stretched genital openings like high powered punch drills. He watched breathlessly the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling out with Tony's thick penis on the outstroke and disappearing lewdly, lasciviously, back inside her wide-stretched cunt as he plunged again deep into her quivering little belly. The same view came to his eyes of Pete's massively hardened cock sucking and pulling down out of her, drawing the taut mascular ridges of her tightly clenched asshole with it, then wetly reaming back up into her until his sperm-bloated balls were wedged hard up into the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks. Jesus Christ! He felt he couldn't wait another second to get in the act or he would blow his cum all over the whole pile of them.
He lay on his side next to Pete's head until his hard pulsating cock was even with Grace's shame-contorted face.
Humiliated and debased, her head twisting from side to side against Pete's chest while his fingers reached and teasingly kneaded her breasts, Grace felt only a great wetness and tearing between her legs. She felt soiled, and all of her being seemed to be concentrated down, at those two great holes they were drilling up between her thighs! There was a sensation there of being ridden ... and riding ... riding . .. riding ... in wild flightjgHer mouth opened and closed in torment at the feeling and thought. Periodically she tried to squirm up or clench her buttocks together to contain the pain in her rectum, but then she was cognizant.only of the further stretching of her vaginal passage and the greater pain that followed from Tony's hard merciless entry. And her mind summoned up the image of horses, wild horses galloping again. ...
Then, as she was slowly adjusting to their dual presence down between her legs, she felt a hand entwining gently in her hair, guiding her face to one side, and then there were fingertips opening her mouth and a smoothly rubbery thing teasing against her wetly parted lips. She opened her eyes and saw the third man's thick hardened penis leading down to her mouth. For a moment she tried to tighten her lips and resist him, but she knew it was useless to do so. Resigned, she relaxed her lips and let him open them with his fingers and slide his warmly pulsating cock into the moistly heated saliva of her mouth. She could feel his male flesh slither lewdly up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks completely with its warm rigidity. Dave held her face firmly with his hands and began to brutally fuck into her wide-stretched mouth, causing her to choke as he rammed it halfway down her throat, almost its full length disappearing between her wetly ovaled lips. She struggled to breathe and gasped for air on the outstroke.
Oh, dear God! she moaned out in her misery as they fucked her between the three of them like some whore they had hired off the streets. Her eyes rolled to see her husband. The steam was heavy in the room yet she could see clearly a mass of nakedly writhing bodies on the other mat. John was lying spread-eagled on his back, Valerie's wetly glistening vagina grinding down in his face, while one of the sisters with the red hair bounced up and down on his long hard shaft. The other sister was standing, hands on hips, straddling his waist and buffeting her hotly quivering pussy against John's uplifted mouth. Grace closed her eyes and felt debased and humiliated beyond all logic and understanding. It seemed that the lustful rape of her defenseless body had been going on for an eternity!
Then .. . suddenly ... with the image of John and the three women burning in her mind ... the very thought of herself being brutally fucked in every bodily entrance by three men at the same time, began to lewdly excite her, causing a strange masochistic hunger to begin swirling in her belly. It was the same wild ungovernable feeling she'd had while riding naked and bare backed! From around the cock fucking hot and pulsating into her wetly ovaled mouth, a low ecstatic moan escaped.
Suddenly, the steam and the intense drippingiiieat began to make some sense and almost before she knew it, the slippery bodies all over her began to excite her obscenely. Involuntarily, her slowly awakening body began to eagerly undulate her smoothly rounded buttocks and clench fist-like with her cuntal and anal muscles at the hard, lust-driven rods of male flesh pummeling so unmercifully into her.
Grace moaned again and her lips tightened hungrily around the thick meaty penis fucking into her mouth, her cheeks ballooning and hollowing lewdly with Dave's hard vicious drives. Suddenly, she delighted in the touching of its veins and wrinkles as her tongue searching hotly for the tiny split on the end. At the same time, she was aware of her sensually gyrating buttocks moving downward against Pete's up-coming cock digging into her tightly stretched rectum. With an eagerness she had never experienced before, she slammed her pelvis forward and upward to suck all of Tony's powerfully pistoning cock into her now insatiable pussy.
All sense of her husband and the lewdness of her position seemed to blank from her mind in a sudden wild flood of ecstatic and masochistic sensation that was racing like some obscene sheet of wildfire throughout her whole being. Nothing mattered to her still drugged mind but the lustf^ardened cocks fucking into her every bodily opening, and she rocked crazily to their, demonic attack while she sucked like a starving infant on Dave's suddenly expanding cock!
Oooohhhhh, God! She wanted it to gush out into her throat, dribble down her throat, fill her belly with cum as those fucking into her cunt and asshole would fill her there! Ooohhhhh, God, she could feel Dave's cock bloating and swelling obscenely in her mouth and she tongued it madly . . . cum . . . cum . . . cum . . . trip-hammered through her mind.
And he did!
It burst like a gushing hose, shooting forth thick streams of the creamy white lipuid deep into her frantically gulping throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed repeatedly to keep from gagging on the great continuous jets of cum spewing endlessly from it. She swallowed in voracious quick gulps, fastening her lips like a rubber ring tightly around the thick cumming cock, afraid of losing even a tiny single trickle of the precious male fluid. Even so, small droplets dribbled lewdly from the corners of her mouth as Dave groaned and rolled away from her, and his now deflating cock slithered limply from between her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the warm white semen stretching from her lips to the wetly glistening top of his cock as it slowly backed away ... but there were still the others.
So intense and wantonly wild were her gyrations and groans of obscene hunger now that John and Valerie and the two redheads had stopped their own four-way sex act of fucking and sucking and writhing. They made their Way through the steam and crowded around the bench and mat and watched as she went wild with lust and obscene desire.
"Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me! Pleeeezzz!" she grunted thickly to each body-jolting thrust they made into her wildly quivering cunt and rectum. The two naked men worked insanely, slapping into her without mercy, yet, she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they rammed into her, until all three began to moan in strange, unintelligible cries of endless sexual abandon.
"Aauugghhh! Ooohhuugg! God, yes! Yes! I can feel both of your cocks fucking into me! Split me! Hurt meeeeee! Oh, God, keep fucking... fucking .. . keep fuckkiing!" Grace shrieked out to them, egging them on now, the lewdly salacious thought of having two men fucking into her while the pungent white sperm of another still filled the recesses of her mouth suddenly driving her into an uncontrollable frenzy of animal lust. On and on it went.. . the rising steam-drenched crescendo of it. .. the hungry fingers playing like lecherous insects over her naked flesh as she was mercilessly impaled in hotly trembling cunt and rectum from above1 and below. Her mind exploded, and nothing else mattered. All was forgotten. Nothing existed but the unholy sensations of lustful rapture and obscene ecstasy about to burst deep inside her swirling belly.
"Fill me! Now! Oh, God, fill me now with your cum! Cum into me together!" she wailed like a lost banshee, the smooth slippery walls of her cunt and rectum contracting like a sucking baby's mouth around the frantically jerking cocks fucking into her.
And then Pete MacMillan began to shout obscenities and at that second, Grace, her body wantonly writhing and twisting like she was on ball-bearings between the two men, felt the hot boiling river of his sperm spurting deep up into her rectum as her first orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable sensations of pure rapturous sensation surging through her, and she could feel every throbbing pulsation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its load of hot white cum deep, deep up into her still sucking bowels. Then Tony grunted and rammed his wildly jerking cock as far up into her wetly clasping cunt as possible as she kicked her legs back as high as she could, her groans heaving from her chest, just as his massively throbbing penis erupted and began spewing its thick white jets of scalding semen far into the depths of her convulsing womb, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her as she orgasmed again .. . and again ... and again.
Tony Fletcher rolled off of Grace's body with a low moan, and she lay panting, a depraved smile of wanton pleasure on her lips, her body nakedly displayed ... no longer being held forcibly down, but now lying there in lewd hungry invitation, glistening with sweat and cum. There was still John, her husband, beside himself with lust, and there were the two redheaded voluptuous sisters and Valerie MacMillan with strangely glowing eyes.
Already, an idea was budding in Grace's newly fertilized brain for the next party!
Chapter Eight
Grace Moretti knew that she was going to have to plan this party very carefully. John did not believe, of course, that she could pull it off. What she had to plan was not so much the party itself because she had soon learned that those things had a way of taking care of themselves. The problem was going to be to get the women on horseback!
Grace doubted that Anna and Anne would be any problem. They seemed like the kind who would not know enough to be afraid of a horse or anything else as long as it galloped in the direction of sex! But in discussing her own horseback riding experiences, she had already heard Valerie MacMillan claim that no one would ever catch her on a horse. She liked to ride, she said with a lewd twinkle, only one kind of animal, and nothing with more than two legs would qualify.
She anticipated no problems with Dave Whelan or Tony Fletcher because she assumed they would go along with whatever their wives did. Grace didn't know why she thought that because she didn't know whether they ever fucked their own wives. They were always jumping around, not only between the sisters, but among other of the more enjoyable guests of Joyous Heights. Anyway, it wasn't the men who were going to ride.
Her own husband could not be cajoled onto a horse's back, and she knew it, so at this party it was going to be the women who had all the fun. John said that as long as he didn't have to get on horseback and they ended up in some kind of equivalent of a bed, he could have all the fun in the world and so could any other man so she shouldn't worry about the men having fun!
One way to get the MacMillan's to go, she finally decided, was to put Pete MacMillan in charge, as it were, make him a ringmaster, or rather ask him if he would be. She knew he wouldn't refuse. He didn't. In fact, he said it sounded like a howl of an idea and he wouldn't miss it for the world. But Valerie would not get on a horse.
"It don't matter, Grace," Valerie said. "Someone's got to stay at Joyous Heights anyway, and sometime when you have a swimming party or something a little safer, I'll go to that and Pete can stay and watch the place."
The redheaded sisters jumped at the idea, but when they started to get things together the day of the party, they told Grace that Dave had volunteered to stay home and help Valerie take care of the apartments.
"That'll give us an even division of the sexes," John said happily. He would prefer to have as many or more women than men but not more men . than women!
Grace, on the other hand, was disappointed. Once upon a time she had thought her husband disgustingly lascivious. Now she was beginning to see that he was quite conservative!
"Why do we need an even division of the sexes?" she asked.
"Well..." he stuttered, not knowing what to say.
Grace's latest fantasy had been to have so many men working on her at once that she couldn't count them all. She could only see that there were hundreds more waiting in line! This was a dream she had better keep to herself, she decided. Obviously, John was too conservative to understand such a dream. Well, so what if he doesn't understand, she thought. For the first time in her life she was beginning to see that one man was not the end of the world!
Now that there were only six of the friends going instead of eight, they decided to take Pete MacMillan's station wagon so they could all ride together. It didn't really belong to Pete and Valerie. It had "Joyous Heights Apartments" in bouncing red letters along each side. The red letters were supposed to look "joyous" Valerie had oriee explained, giggling. Anyway, the wagon was supposed to be used only for picking up tenants at the airport or taking them there as well as for other trips necessary to the business.
"This trip," explained Pete when he suggested they take the wagon and all go in one car, "would transport tenants, not to the airplanes maybe, but to the horses, and that made it necessary for business."
"Monkey business." Grace smiled archly at Pete, and the meeting of their eyes was monkey business indeed! It was like having her dance card signed at the senior prom, Grace remembered wistfully.
"Not monkey business at all," spoke up John suddenly. "Just a little horsing around."
With a total of six people, a sizable lunch which the girls had prepared the night before, and Grace's mysterious box, it took Pete MacMillan a little time to figure out how to get two coolers into the wagon as well. The Moretti cooler had a huge watermelon scooped out and refilled with chunks and balls of various kinds of fruit. He had asked if the watermelon was necessary, Grace thought of the hours it had taken her to fix it. Leave that behind, Pete MacMillan, she said mentally, and I'm taking you off my dance card for good! Then she was inspired with a brilliant lie.
IS"It has all that rum-soaked fruit in it!" she complained.
"Rum-soaked?" Pete asked, his interest mounting.
"Rum-soaked," she repeated, knowing that by the time they got to it no one would know whether the fruit was rum-soaked or not.
There was nodoubt in Pete's mind that the rum-soaked fruit had to stay, but the other cooler was filled to capacity with iced wine and beer. They couldn't very well leave that behind.
"Shit! I thought this was a party," Pete complained next, at his wit's end as to how to fit everything in. "What in hell is all the food for?"
"The party won't last forever," Anna laughed. Grace noticed her boots with envy. The sisters had a marvelous collection of good quality boots. The boots seemed almost a trademark. Today Anna was wearing a very soft green, the color of oriental jade. Anne's boots were a soft ivory jade. Grace wouldn't dare wear boots, she thought. Only the beautiful redheaded sisters could wear something like that which had actually gone out of style, but which looked incredible on their shapely legs.
"Yeah. We gotta have something to do after the party," Anne explained, her eyes wide with mock innocence. "Might as well eat!" She was fishing for someone to say something sexy. Grace didn't yet know how to bait a man's pride, to give him a chance to show off. She'd learn. This time it was Tony who spoke.
"You mean there's going to be an afterwards? It's gonna end?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Grace offered.
"We gotta ask the horses," contributed John.
"Ain't no horse gonna be in charge of this here party," roared Pete, pretending to be jealous. "I'm the ringmaster, and all horses, four-legged, two-legged, and three-legged, are jumping through my hoops when / say jump!"
"Three-legged?" Grace asked, startled into speaking.
"The women are the two-legged ones," John leaned over her to whisper, but Tony heard him.
"Yeah, Grace," he contributed. "All men have three legs, two to walk with and one to talk with."
Now the expression that passed between her own eyes and those of Tony Fletcher was as promising as the glance between herself and Pete had been. It's just because you're new to the group, she tried to tell herself to quell her own pride. She was sure the men must look just as meaningfully at the sisters. That was only logical. But Grace wasn't accustomed to appreciating this kind of attention, and although she had often received it, she had never before welcomed it and she felt giddy and the center of attention. It didn't help that she was sitting in the front seat between
Pete and Tony while John sat in back between the sisters. She had two men to flirt with, and her ego soared like a kite that threatened never to come down. She found herself actually wondering if there was any way to have all the men to herself.
They had not far to drive, which was just as well or with all the creeping fingers and lewd smiles that passed around, they never would have made it but would have stopped behind the biggest bush large enough for six.
Grace had surprised John with the information that her shopping trips had frequently ended here at the stables lately. She had started out of loneliness, of course. But whose fault was it that she had been lonely? Your own! she told herself with a silent giggle.
The men were to drive on into the arroyo. Grace had given Pete very specific directions with a map.
"If you don't find the right place," she warned him in front of the other men so they would urge him to accuracy, "you might miss us!"
"Yeah, we'd have to find ourselves another set of studs somewheres. What a shame!" Anna laughed.
"You dudes could have the food and beer, though," consoled Anne with a mischievous smile.
"And the rum-soaked fruit?" asked Pete.
"No cheating on that fruit," Grace warned. "It's one of them things that takes time to be finished, and the rum isn't soaked into the fruit yet. I1J11 take a couple of hours at least." It was the only lie she could think of to keep Pete from tasting the fruit before the women got there and discovering her fib. Not that it mattered, really, any more, but she was beginning to feel guilty that Pete was going to be disappointed.
"I won't let him touch it," John promised.
"Me neither," said Tony. "We'll keep him happy with a beer or two. How long is it going to take you for your ride before you join us"
"Not long."
"Yeah," Pete said to the other men as the girls got out of the car at the stables. "We'll go set things up in this here place we're supposed to and then have a cold beer while you guys help me figure out what tricks we can make them do on those horses."
"Tricks?" This was the first time John had heard about Pete's job as ringmaster and the tricks the girls were to do. "Can they ride well enough for that? I don't think so, Pete."
"Awwwww, where's your imagination," Pete said. That was the last of the conversation Grace overheard before the car door closed, and the station wagon pulled away, raising a billow of dust behind it.
"What tricks?" Anna asked then.
"Oh, no tricks," Grace said with a short laugh.
"I had to tell Pete that to get his cooperation: "Actually, we're going to surprise them. Grace was clutching the small box that John had reached over and gotten for her from the rear of the wagon.
"What's in that box?" asked Anne curiously as they walked down to the stables themselves. Grace had reserved the horses ahead of time. Since she didn't know enough about the beasts to order any other way, she ordered by color. The gray and white would be marvelous for Anna, she thought now. She had intended to take the black one, a favorite of hers, but now she realized that it would be stunning for Anne. She herself would look much better on the roan.
"Hey, what's in the box, dreamer?" Anne repeated, nudging Grace gently.
"Oh, I was thinking about the best arrangement for the horses," Grace smiled. "I was color-scheming."
Anna and Anne burst into mutual laughter, and Anne grabbed the little box from Grace and started to remove the string.
"Oh, don't open it yet!" Grace warned, thinking how they wouldn't be able to carry it on horseback if it was opened.
"Why not?" Anne asked her. Grace thought of her first clever line of the day.
"It's Pandora's box," she explained. "We have to wait until the men are around to protect us."
"Who's Pandora? Is she coming with us?" Anne asked, still trying to decide whether to return the box to Grace or tease her by opening it.
"Dodo," Anna laughed at her sister. "Pandora was the broad that opened the box and let all the troubles out into the world."
"What troubles?" Anne wanted to know with a straight face. "I never had any troubles. She didn't send me any."
"The biggest trouble she let out," Grace was inspired to explain, "was frigidity."
"Oh, Christ, you can have the damn thing. I don't want it," said Anne with mock terror. She thrust the box at Grace just as they reached the stables, where the stable boy had already saddled the horses Grace had reserved.
They looked beautiful standing in the sun with their sleek coats freshly brushed. The stable boy was in the process of spraying them.
"What's he spraying them with?" Anna wanted to know. "Suntan oil?"
"Fresh pain," Grace told her. "I ordered them certain.colors.
"Is that stuff quick drying?" Anna then asked the stable boy as though she believed what Grace had said.
"Oh, sure," the boy said quizzically. Grace guessed it was the first time anyone had ever asked him that one! "It's just to help keep the flies off," the boy assured Anna.
"You know, Anne, I think we got a liar in the bunch," Anna teased, nodding toward Grace.
"Everybody's going to know it, too, when they try that- fruit," laughed her sister.
"You mean, no rum?" Anna asked, looking shocked as though she didn't already know there was no rum. She had seen Grace make the fruit. The sisters had even helped dice the pineapple and scoop canteloupe.
"If you think after all that work, I was going to let Pete leave it behind, hell," Grace proudly swore for the first time in her life, "you've ... you've got burrs in your boots!"
The girls broke up in laughter, their red hair bouncing and glistening with gold flecks in the sun.
"Let's get going before they finish the beer," suggested Grace.
They cantered off on a path familiar to the voluptuous blond, and the bantering ceased for awhile. Finally they came to the spot that Grace had planned. They were already riding in the arroyo, and the men should be about a half mile away but quite out of sight behind a bend and a dip where there was a small falls. Grace alighted from her horse and threw the box to the ground.
"fake off the saddles," she said.
"Where are the boys?" asked Anne.
"About a half mile away."
"God, how did they get a car into this place?" Anna was staring up the sheer cliffs on either side of the river banks.
"They had to overshoot the place by several miles to get in. Then they had to double back. The banking is much wider there. There's no real road, but I checked it out to be sure they could get the car in and out again."
"Well, as long as they got in," Anne said. "That's the important part."
"If they can't get out, we'll bring them a tent," Anna offered.
"You mean we could leave them here and come for sex when we want?" Grace asked, playfully dreaming about the number of times when she could sneak up and catch the three men all alone!
"Why not?" Anne said.
The three women were unsaddling the horses while they talked. Grace showed them where to hide them.
"I don't think anyone else comes in here, but we'd better be safe," she said. "These things cost a mint."
"A mint?" Anna looked dumb.
"U.S. Mint," Grace explained.
"I guess we'll find out why we're doing this," Anne hinted.
"Now I'm going to open Pandora's box," Grace grinned.
"What do we want with a whole lot of frigidity?" Anna asked.
"I was lying," Grace chuckled. God, she thought happily. She was really enjoying herself bantering with these girls. She had spent her early life on such boring pursuits!
"As usual," Anne shrugged.
But Grace decided not to open the box until they had all undressed.
"Bundle your clothes. We'll have to take them with us," she cautioned. "If someone happens to come, we'll have plenty of forewarning in this place, but we've got to have our clothes to jump into."
"Bunch of squares around here?" Anne asked.
"I don't want the stables cutting me off," she explained.
They were soon undressed, naked as the horses, except that Anna and Anne still wore their boots. Grace would have guessed they wore them to bed and bath if they weren't always wearing different colors.
"Pandora's box there," Anna reminded Grace.
"Okay, here's the idea," Grace said eagerly as she pulled the strings and the top bounced off because of the pressure of the contents.
John leaned forward to the seat in front when Pete turned the station wagon down the rocky slope toward the small river.
"Are you sure this is the way?" he asked.
"It's the first place we can turn left," Pete said. "It's not supposed to be a road."
"It fits the description," Tony confirmed. "And Grace painted that stick doll on the rock as we turned in. See, it looked just like this." Tony showed John the pen drawing of a stick doll.
"I didn't notice that," John said worriedly.
"We both saw it," Pete said. "I never miss stick dolls, do you?"
"Personally, I like mine with more shape," Tony grinned, using his hands to illustrate exactly what he meant.
"As long as there's a place to stick it. I think that's what Pete meant," John said.
"Hell, it doesn't take a woman for that!" Tony exclaimed.
"Well, it does for me!" roared Pete, who was very liberal about how many ways a woman might have sex, but whose broad-mindedness stopped there. There was only one manly way to have sex as far as he was concerned.
They bumped around in the car down into the arroyo and turned left. They had to find another stick doll, and they had better not miss it, Grace had warned. If they did, they might not be able to get the car out again.
There was not much chance of missing it, they saw when they found it. It was five feet tall!
"Christ, she don't think much of our eyesight," Pete grumbled humorously.
"Thinks we're half-blind!" Tony laughed.
"You mean blind in one eye and can't see out of the other," John offered.
"Next time I see her," said Pete, parking the car. "I'm gonna tell her she ain't tall enough for me to notice, what with my bad eyes and all."
"Yeah, maybe when they ride up we ought to pretend not to notice them," suggested Tony.
The men climbed out of the wagon.
"That's a nice spot there," Pete said, pointing to where Grace had suggested. It was grassy and had the only three trees in the arroyo, probably for miles. "Let's get everything out and set up and have us a beer. You know how it is with broads. Christ, they'll probably be here in an hour or so...."
"Ouuuuuu," cooed Anna and Anne almost in one chant as they rode bare-assed and bare-backed on their horses, tasting- the thrill that Grace had promised them.
"Oh, God," breathed Grace, wiggling her clitoris down against the warm flesh of her roan.
"I'm taking up horseback riding any day now," Anne nearly sang.
"We could ride right by the men and come back later," Anna suggested.
They had crossed the small river, all that was left of the mighty waters that must have, centuries, perhaps millenia ago, cut the arroyo out of the solid rock that rose above them. They would reach the rendezvous point from across the river so they would be at a distance. That was part of the plan.
"You two keep on riding," murmured Grace. "I don't know what I'd do with all three of the men," she grinned, "but "I'd be willing to try."
"We know what you'd do with three men," Anna said.
"We've seen what you do," Anne joined in. "We wouldn't want to be accused of letting you turn greedy.
"Yeah, we don't want it to be our fault," Anna laughed.
Anne reached over from her beautiful gray and white stud and slapped Grace's horse smartly enough that he started to trot forcing Grace to hang on to his flying mane for dear life.
"We would!" Anne shouted after her. Then both sisters roared with laughter.
Each of the men were on their second beer when they could have sworn they saw a mirage across the river. They had begun telling each other the kind of stories and jokes that could only make them horny as hell so that they were growing more and more impatient as the time passed so intolerably slowly and still the women didn't show up.
"I think we ought to take the first chance that comes along," said Tony.
"Yeah, you take the first fish if you want. I'll take the next. Maybe one will come by for you, Pete, if you don't mind your sex a little fishy," John punned.
Even Pete had to break up with laughter.
"Christ, you can't tell me there's a single fish in that trickle going by," he said.
"Probably not," John agreed.
"Maybe we could catch us a turtle," Tony suggested cockily. "How do you fuck a turtle?" he asked. "Anybody ever find a hole in a turtle?"
"The snappers' have got a mean hole," John assured him.
"Don't tell me they fuck in the jaws," Pete said. "You ain't filling me with that shit."
Suddenly, John sat up straight. "You were saying something about the first chance that comes along, Tony?"
"I don't believe it!" Tony exclaimed, looking across the river to where John was looking.
"Settle back, you bums," Pete warned them. "The state of mind we're in now, waiting for those broads, we can't believe our eyes. You know that.
Them chicks over there are all mirage."
"If they're all mirage, how come we all see them then?" asked John.
"If they're not a mirage, then how come there's three of them, just enough to go around?" Pete wanted to know. "Don't tell me you'd fall for a coincidence like that?"
Tony was squinting hard at the three gorgeous brunettes on the other bank. God Almighty, they were stark naked under the flimsy scarves they wore, tied erratically around their bodies for the sole purpose of blowing in the wind, apparently, since the flimsy things certainly didn't hide anything! He noticed the high slanting brows that started near the nose and zoomed up over their eyes at a forty-five degree angle.
"What nationality would you say they are?" he asked.
Pete said nothing. He just smiled.
"Indian," John suggested.
The three women were smiling at the men now. Even from a distance, you could see their sexual interest. They turned their horses and rode them nose to tail in a small circle. Christ, what were they doing? Masturbating themselves on the horses' backs?
"Christ, Pete, take a look," Tony said. "Even if you don't believe they are there, it's a great show. They look as if they might be with a circus or something. Take a look, Pete. What kind of broads are they?"
"I already looked," Pete smiled, "and what kinda women they are is written all over their pussies, Christ sake." Pete then gave a short laugh. "Ringmaster!" he mumbled. He was waiting for his dumb companions to see the dawn!
Both John and Tony realized at the same time that in spite of all that dark hair and those slanted eyebrows, there was not a pussy rubbing against any horse that was darker than red or blond.
"Hey, now," Pete said when he saw that the others had recongized the women. "Don't let on. Let's get up as though we're hooked and stare down the river so we seem to be watching for our wives that they don't catch us."
John suddenly chuckled, bringing his hand up over his mouth. "I sure feel like an idiot," he whispered. "How did we miss the boots?"
Sure enough, after the women had secured the wigs to their heads and made up their faces to look foreign and exotic and wound themselves in the chiffon scarves Grace had brought, they had ridden off again, forgetting all about the boots that the sisters were so accustomed to wearing, even when naked and making love!
The women soon began to flirt more and more boldly, waving, wiggling their voluptuous, near-naked bodies at the men across the river, and the men, grinning broadly, got up, stared in the direction from which they expected their wives, and started for the river, all the time making gestures for the three strange exotic women to come across the river and join them.
"Christ, it's a beautiful sight to have three women who look like them ride up bare-assed, even if we do know them, ain't it?" Pete crowed. His prick was as hard as those of the other men, which was to say, hard like granite and aching like a bad tooth.
The women guided the horses toward the river and started across. Whatever other plans Grace might have had or told them about, were forgotten. The horses had rubbed their pussies to a fine heat, and never had men looked so good, even if it was their own faithless bunch, ready to make out with any erotic-looking hussies who rode along! The horses did not much like the uneven footing of the river, where the stones too easily shifted and the sand was too porous. Suddenly, for some reason, Anna's gray and white dappled stud reared, and Anna slid laughing all the way down over his rump and into the water, which was just about deep enough to keep her from getting badly hurt, only scratched.
Her laughter caught on with the other women, and they became so silly that they were putty for the men to pull from the horses and carry to shore.
John fished the good-natured Anna dripping from the water, the scarf that had held her wig in place floating away, the wig awry so that she was half brunette, half redhead, and all soaked!
"Christ, Anna, I want you!" John breathed, pressing his loins against her swelling buttocks the minute he stood her on her feet. "Ooohhhhh, do I want to fuck you!"
Anna changed moods with him. She chuckled huskily, "I know you do, lover. And I want to fuck you, too. Make no mistake about that!"
"I don't know how much longer I can wait. What else is going on here?"
"Who the hell cares? Let's pick our spot and let them do what they damn well want!"
"You mean, right out here in the open? Do you think we'll be safe from . .. peeping-Tom's?"
They heard Pete nearly swallow his tongue with laughter beside them.
"Only peeping-Tom's I heard about around here got what he deserved," sputtered Pete between chuckles.
"Does the idea of open-air love turn you off, lover?" Anna wanted to know.
"Well...." John stopped, considering. He might have known there wasn't going to be any house or anything here when he said he'd come. Besides, damn it, the idea didn't turn him off at all. In fact, it rather excited him. He could feel his cock jerk convulsively in his pants at the thought of fucking this seductive woman right out here by the river where just anybody could come along... and envy!
Walking back to the trees, Anna took off the dripping wig and fluffed her own red hair with her %igers, or tried to, but it was too wet.
"Who cares?" John assured her, admiring the little glints of gold that sparkled on her pussy hair. "It's too bad about the boots, though."
"Who cares?" she mimicked him, lying down on a grassy, comfortable looking spot. "I'm all yours, lover," she said, stretching her body out full length, cat-like and graceful, drawing her legs apart to allow him to see the glistening, already lubricated folds of her lovely pulsating cunt. "That ain't river-water, lover," she murmured.
Meanwhile, Pete had taken Grace's arm, feeling the heat of her hip and thigh pressed against his own leg, feeling his cock begin to get even harder.
"I ain't never going to forget that vision," he assured her. He led her to the same spot of grass where John and Anna were. Grace inhaled sharply at what she saw. There was her husband, kneeling between Anna's legs raised vertically toward the passing puffs of cloud in the sky, imprisoning his head there, his mouth buried in her soft hair-lined cunt, his tongue burrowing deep into her slippery cuntal hole. He was making low growling sounds in his throat as he labored, and Anna was mewling delightedly at his lewd ministrations, her hips churning wildly on the ground.
"Christ!" Pete exclaimed, moving his loins against the softness of Grace Moretti's buttocks. "How do you like that, honey? Your husband is licking Dave's wife's cunt!"
His words hissed into Grace's ear and she felt the prurient sensations which had gripped her body outside magnify in her mind. Her breath caught in her throat at what she was witnessing in the open air, and at the hard protuberance of Pete's cock pressing into the crevice between her soft yielding ass. Her stomach was churning madly now as she listened to the obscene slurping and sucking sounds of her husband as he sucked the twitching pussy of Dave Whelan's wife. Then Pete's hand circled around in front of her to cup her entire nipple-hardening tit as if she were a pubescent child. She gasped her cheeks back against him with a little undulating motion that caused him to squeeze her breast painfully.
Vaguely, she saw Anne and Tony laughing, saw them both get on the horse bare-back and canter off, but she had lost interest in who was there or even in how many men!
Into her ear, Pete was hotly breathing the words, "I want to fuck you, Grace. Now, right now. I want to fuck you in the asshole! Grace, I want to fuck you in the asshole!"
She stiffened for a brief instant at the salacious words, at the depraved idea of her asshole being rent asunder by his huge, lust-bloated prick out here in the open. But then the sight of her own husband licking and slavering between Anna's legs, and the.feel of Pete's hard, unresisting cock in the crevice of her ass, sent more ripples of desire surging through her helpless young body. Well, why not? Why not? Why shouldn't she let Pete fuck her there. She had squirmed herself open against the horse and enjoyed the heat of his rippling back just above the hole, and it had teased her something wicked!
She turned, her head slightly and whispered, "Yes, yes! Pete, fuck me back there! Put your cock between my legs back there. I want you to, Pete. I want you to fuck me in the ass!"
Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust at her acquiescing words, Pete pushed Grace down and then pulled her up slightly, pulling her by the hands a little closer to the obliviously entwined couple only a few scant feet away, hearing them moan and mewl as their lust was being fulfilled ... just as hers would soon be.
Now Pete stripped his own clothes from his body, and his huge, fully erected cock jutted out like some monstrous implement of delicious torture from his abdomen. He took Grace's tiny waist in his huge hands, his breath hot on her face, and -turned her, forcing her down on the grass on her hands and knees so that she was facing the wildly twitching couple. He knelt behind her, holding his massive, blood-engorged shaft in one hand only inches from the tiny puckered ring of her ass while his eyes fastened on the lewd tableau of John licking insanely at Anna's insatiable cunt.
Then with his other hand, the Manager of Joyous Heights began to stroke John's wife's soft white asscheeks, teasing her asshole with the tip of his finger, enjoying the first moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat. Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his middle finger into her tight anal opening, wiggling it around inside and drawing greater whimpers of increasing desire from Grace's throat. He released his cock then and used both hands to draw wide apart the glistening moons of her upraised buttocks, stretching the rubbery opening wide with his thumbs. He leaned forward so that the hard, fleshy head of his blood-engorged prick rested against the tiny defenseless hole. He moved his hips, teasing the shaft along the crevice, poising it finally at the wrinkled, slightly cringing anal ring.
Grace was trembling with a mixture of momentary fear at what was about to happen, and intense lusting anticipation of it. She could feel the huge bulbous head of Pete's cock resting at her asshole, and she thought how it was going tofturt. Oh, God, it was going to hurt when he shoved all of his gigantic cock into her! But she didn't care. She wanted it to hurt! She wanted him to fuck her there. God, she was so hot she couldn't stand it! She could see John before her, sucking Anna's pussy, reveling in it, sopping up all of her cunt-juices and it was making Grace ...
"Aauugghhh!" she screamed then, hearing her own echo through the arroyo, then shutting off all her thoughts as a violent, shuddering pain rippled through her body. With a brutal forward thrust, Pete had bored his mightry cock far up into her tight, innocent asshole, tearing it through the hot rubbery passage to bury it almost to the hilt. He clutched hard at her hips, flexing again as he thrust still deeper into her rectum, into the warm forbidden depths of her asshole. The pressure pushed her forward, pushed her head down onto the ground and prevented her from watching any longer the actions of her husband and Anna Whelan beside her. Pete began heaving forward with long, sawing strokes now, the rubbery walls of Grace's anus expanding before his fucking cock until finally, with one last savage lunge, he buried every last inch of his tremendously expanded prick into her warm tight nether opening.
"Ooooohhhh!" Grace moaned. "Oooohhhhh, God, Pete, it hurts! It hurrttsss! Oh, I can't take it.
It hurts too much!"
"Just relax, honey. Just relax and ;.. and fuck back," Pete panted his instructions. "It'll stop . .. it'll stop hurting ... in a little while."
Numbly, Grace obeyed, grinding her buttocks back against his fucking cock. Finally, Pete's predictions came true. Her asshole grew accustomed to the great monster imbedded there, and she was overwhelmed in a sudden burst of desire. Yes, yes, she was beginning to like it! It was certainly a hell of a lot better than being teased by a horse! She was really beginning to enjoy this lewd, bestial sodomizing of her back hole. Her head flailed from side to side and she buffeted back harder and harder against Pete MacMillan's pistoning rod, feeling his semen-bloated testicles resound as his belly smacked wildly against the upturned cheeks of her lovely, cream-white but beginning-to-sunburn ass!
"Ooohh-hh, yeeesssss, Pete, you were right. It's so goooooood. Oh, Pete, fuck it! Fuck it harder! Fuck my asshole harder!"
And Pete began to fuck it harder as he was bid, his balls filling, filling with his impending load of hot steaming cum, his eyes still lewdly feasting on the salacious sight of Anna and Grace's John on the ground next to them.
Next to Pete and Grace on the grass, with his face cradled between Anna's imprisoning thighs, his tongue and lips sucking and licking the juice of her flowing cunt, John had only been dimly aware of the presence of the others. He heard whispered voices, or they seemed like whisperes in his aroused state of mind, but he wouldn't have been able to concentrate on them anyway, didn't care to hear them anyway. All that mattered for him at that moment was the delicious hair-lined red pussy which was splayed open to his questing mouth, the hot piquancy of Anna's lovely sex, which was his for the moment, his alone.
He knew, of course, that Grace and Pete had come to join them and may have wondered why Tony and Anne rode away, but he didn't care. He didn't care one bit that his wife was about to be fucked outside in the public air by Pete MacMillan, and the total lack of concern about authorities and all amazed him to some degree. Strange, he thought as he drew his tongue the length of Anna's magnificent, drooling slit, how one's ideas can change in such a short time. He and Grace had gotten started in all this because of his fear of the police. Now look at them!
The thought of Pete and Grace making love, beside him now sent ripples of venerous desire shooting through him, and he wanted to raise his head, wanted to see what they were doing as they had been able to clearly see what he and Anna were doing when they came upon them. But
Anna's hands were wrapped in his hair, and her thiglis were like a vise around his neck, preventing him from moving his head at all except in an up and down motion as he licked and nibbled and tongued her red curl-rimmed cunt, as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
I hope she cums soon, he thought I want her to cum so I can shove my cock in her mouth, deep in her mouth. Christ, I want to be sucked. I want to be sucked so damned bad my balls are aching for release. I want to be sucked while I watch Grace getting fucked silly by another man, that's what I want. I want to see the depraved sight while I shoot my sperm into another woman's throat and belly___
"Aauugghhh!"
The sudden scream of tortured agony made John freeze, his tongue buried deep in Anna's vagina, his teeth nibbling at one of the petal-like cunt lips. That had been Grace. Christ, what in the hell was Pete doing to her?
Again, Grace's voice screamed at his ears, something about.. . about... her asshole! God, thought John, he's fucking her in the asshole! Suddenly, he had to see this. He simply had to see this lewd fearless depraved attack on his defenseless wife. His hands came up to pull Anna's clasping legs from around his neck, oblivious to her cries of, "Lover, for God's sake, don't stop now!
Don't stop! I'm almost there!" He pulled his head from between her legs, bracing himself upward, his eyes swiveling to the couple next to him.
What he saw there .. . Pete MacMillan's huge, pummeling cock disappearing again up inside the tiny puckered opening that was his wife's naked rectum ... caused John's cock to jerk confulsively, wildly, almost as if he were about to cum. He stared in lust-perverted rapture at his wife's flailing head, her madly undulating buttocks jerking back against Pete's driving cock, her full, firm tits dancing wildly below her chest as she writhed and twisted and bucked every which way under the impossible rear assault.
God, he thought! Wow! I wish that were me! I wish that was my cock fucking in her asshole right now, thundering in there! Jesus, my balls are going to explode! I've got to put my cock in Anna, but I want my wife....
He couldn't stand it! An obscene lustful feeling gnawed at his loins and hardened his already blood-engorged member into a boiling rod of hotly pulsating flesh that was compelled to fuck into his wife against every attempt of his will at resistance. His imagination ran rampant. The form of his wife's buttocks raising off the ground and the haunched figure of the Manager of Joyous Heights plunging into her tightly puckering behind, emerged clearly in the young husband's mind. She was not fighting it, and low softly muffled mewls of building pleasure drifted across the ground from her sputtering mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh," her voice changed rhythmically, a continuous low whine broken only by the obscene slap of Pete's heavy, sperm-filled balls on the naked flesh of her hungrily flexing buttocks.
John sat up. Forgotten was sultry redheaded Anna Whelan. Forgotten was the fact that once again he was about to go against every moral idea he had ever had on how to treat a wife. All he knew was that he had never dreamed of such depravity, and his sweet, once puritanical wife, was at the core of it all. Her wild pleading mewls of passion were more than he could tolerate and he had to join this mad pillaging of her hotly writhing body. He slid over on the grass, suddenly coming into warm contact with the smooth flesh of her hip. He felt her body shudder slightly, then she turned toward him, still impaled in her asshole by Pete's pummeling rod of flesh. He touched her tentatively just once, then dug his hands cruelly beneath the front of her waist buried in the grass, but she needed no urging. She angled up and faced him on her side, her swaying tits brushing softly against his chest.
John pulled his wife's face to his lips, his hand wrapped in her long cascading hair. Her warm wet lips opened, her fiery tongue spilling wetly into his mouth, while her hands shot down to his loins and clasped his painfully throbbing cock in a lusty vise-like grasp. There was no need to jerk him into further hardness, but her hand played around the hard rubbery head of his cock for a few seconds, then began guiding it toward her desperately seething cuntal lips.
"Oh, yes, I want you" she breathed, working the hard blunt head of his heavily throbbing organ around the warm wet opening and flicking it with her fingers against her inflamed clitoris.
Good Christ, she felt hot and flooded up between her thighs, he realized as his cock made searing wet contact with his wife's cunt. Again, the thought of spurting his sperm into her hungrily receiving young belly while Pete fucked into her from behind overcame all the reservations he had had about joining them like this. He gasped when her warmly teasing fingers slithered up the distended shaft and squeezed gently at the sensitive area just below the throbbing head. She rubbed it tantalizingly up and down for a moment, parting the softness of her curling pubic hair with the tip, then coaxed him slowly forward.
He let his hips move to the gentle tug until, with a sudden groan that began in his stiffened calves, the warm moist flesh of her widely splayed vaginal popped teasingly over his swollen cockhead like a tight-fitting glove.
, The soft tingling fingers of lewd sensation that caressed hotly at his loins and burst up through his hard-tensed belly were too much to bear. He could hold back no longer! He thrust forward, his cock flooding into his impaled wife like a tidal wave, tearing and bursting everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his balls smacked hard against Pete's pressed tightly between her thighs. His hands reached convulsively out to her narrow, hour-glass figure coursing down to where it flared into broad well-formed hips, and held her tight so that she could not move.
John continued his wild lust-incited thrusts into Grace's hot clasping cunt, sensing the other man increase his strokes into her cock-filled rear hole. Slowly the rhythm of the two men began to coincide. Then she heard a familiar male voice.
"Christ, that's going to get even better in a minute!"
Grace was too far gone to object or care about the sudden intrusion and felt Pete increase his anus-splitting strokes from behind. He plunged like a pile-driver into the rubbery tightness of her nether cavity, watching John take her at the same time, spurred to a mad fury by the sight of the double fucking. He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between tightly clenched teeth. This was too much for him. Then it came!
Pete groaned and coughed like a rutting animal and locked his arms around Grace's insanely writhing belly, his hands squeezing the soft flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. He stared up at Anna's pleasure-contorted face as with understanding, she finger-fucked herself. He lurched, tearing at Grace's asscheeks, stretching the twin moons wide apart and watching his long thick cock disappear through the warmly cupping spheres of her ass.
Grace thrust her buttocks more strongly back against his loins, and he shoved forward with one last mighty jolt that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after wave deep up into the depths of her bucking rectum. Exhausted, he fell back on the ground, his cock slipping from Grace's sperm-drenched asshole with a sound like the popping of champagne. He rolled over and saw that the sisters had joined forces, captured Tony, and were not about to allow him to bother with Grace. Well Grace was well taken care of.
John was rocking back and forth mechanically into his wife, his cock slicing through her still convulsing cunt and his mouth buried in between her seating tits. He felt dazed as the lascivious tingling in his loins grew and pushed him closer to orgasm. He closed his eyes to lock out the sight of quivering bodies around him and felt his pumping balls erupt wildly just as he heard his wife emit a matching scream!
"Aarrgghhh!" they both screamed together, threatening to bring down an avalanche on them, thought Pete with a grin.
John felt his pumping sperm fill his wife's clasping and unclasping cunt with a great rush. He blotted out everything except the insane pleasure that jerked the sperm from his churning balls, down through his cock, and out into his wife's heavenly recepticle.
Of course, once around was hardly enough. It was just an appetizer! And if Grace had been wrong about needing hundreds of men to make her happy, and if she had been wrong about whether Tony ever fucked his own wife, there was one thing about which she had not been wrong at all. By the time they got to it, no one knew whether there was any rum in the fruit or not!
