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Warmed Up Wife ....(61k)    by Mark Smith

FOREWORD

People are not always what they seem to be; more often than might be imagined, an outward appearance of normalcy only serves to hide and protect the dark passions that wait within.

The respected neighbor who suddenly surfaces as a wife beater. The high school cheerleader who, in a wild moment, takes on all comers at a supposedly innocent party. Or the quiet library assistant, meek in her appearance, who secretly uses a back room for clandestine meetings of depravity.

Jennie Lansford is one of these people. Outwardly she is a quiet, conscientious housewife. At first even she has difficulty admitting to the perverse passions that suddenly seek an outlet. But there is nothing she can do about it; her lust is stronger than her will, and she is becoming a slave to the churning desires within her. Still, she is not alone; in fact, the small town in which she lives is rife with sexual depravity hiding beneath a thin veneer of normalcy.

WARMED UP WIFE-the story of a young wife's journey into a hotbed of sexual perversity. An experience that has meaning for us all in the complexities of modern society.

-The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

I guess everything started the night Jim took me to The Club. That's all they call it, just The Club. But then I guess that's all the name it needs; certainly it's the only place of its kind in Hollyville.

First of all, you have to understand that Hollyville is one of the most boring towns in the world. The absolute pits, believe me. I know about it because I've spent most of my life there. Grade school, junior high, then on to wonderful Hollyville High. After that I went away to college, but somehow I ended up back in Hollyville right after I graduated, married to none other than my high school sweetheart, Jim.

But I have to give Jim credit, because he obviously knew something about Hollyville that I didn't know. Which is to say, he knew about The Club all along. My only regret is that he waited so long to let me know about it. When I think about all that I missed . . .

Anyway, the first night I went he didn't really prepare me for what to expect when we got there.. But then if he had told me beforehand that we were going to a sex club I have to admit that there would have been two big problems.

One, I wouldn't have believed it.

Two, I would never have agreed to go.

But he didn't tell me beforehand, so I went. And now that it's all over I don't have any complaints. None at all.

Actually, my first surprise about the whole thing came when Jim came home from work that night with a present for me. And what a present! It was just about the most revealing dress I had ever seen; you know, the kind that barely covers your nipples and has a neckline that ends up somewhere down around your navel.

I thought it was some kind of joke at first. But Jim assured me that it was no joke. He wanted me to wear it that night. I just shook my head in disbelief and went into the bathroom.

"Come on, Jennie, where's your sense of adventure?" he complained, following me with the slinky black gown held out in front of him.

"Adventure is not an operative term in Hollyville."

"Don't talk like that."

"Like what?" I asked him, putting on my mascara. Just a little; I don't go in for the painted woman routine.

"Like a fucking computer."

"Fucking computer' isn't an operative term either. Or if it is, I'd like to see one in action. Do you have one in the office, sweetheart?"

I could see him staring at me in the mirror. Then he grumbled something about fixing himself a fucking martini' and left.

But he didn't take the gown with him.

Now even though I had no intention of wearing it out of the house, I must admit that I wanted to see myself in it.

Quickly, so I could be in and out of it before Jim got back, I slipped out of my robe and picked up the gown. The whole thing must have weighed all of two ounces; it was sheer black satin.

Feeling kind of silly but also intrigued, I slipped it over my naked body. Even before I looked at myself in it I could feel myself beginning to get excited just from the touch of the satin clinging to my breasts. Then I turned around and looked.

Wow!

Without realizing it I had been expecting to look a bit silly, but I didn't. No way. The black material seemed to cling to my body like a second skin, revealing every contour almost like there was nothing there'.

And the neckline.

It plunged in a deep V, barely covering my nipples, and leaving the swelling mounds of my breasts almost completely naked. Then I sat down in front of the mirror; there was no way I could, keep my nipples covered when I did that. Anyone sitting next to me would be able to see the taut pink rosebuds.

I definitely couldn't wear it out of the house.

But still, I had to admit that the entire effect looked good on me; my long black hair and light, creamy skin somehow worked with the black satin to make me look more sensual than I had ever thought I could be.

Pretty was something I had always been. But being sensual was something else, and at that point in my life I had been pretty much confined to just being pretty.

Then I stood up and reached for the clasp that fastened the gown, but Jim's voice coming from the hallway interrupted me.

"Don't take it off."

He was standing there with his martini, and I suddenly realized that he had been watching me from the doorway.

"It's not exactly what I'd call acceptable by Hollyville standards," I told him, turning around to face him. I could feel his eyes running up and down my front, straining to catch a glimpse of my nipples. He was definitely turned on.

"Where we're going tonight it won't matter."

"Then it must not be in Hollyville."

He didn't say anything, but started walking across the room to where I was standing.

"Jim, just where are we going anyway?"

By now he was standing right in front of me, and still he didn't answer my question. Instead, he reached out with his hand and laid a light, cool finger on the milky warmth of my half exposed breasts. I could feel my nipples growing tight against the clinging material, and it was easy enough to see his eyes staring at the growing buds beneath the sheer fabric.

"Jim," I pulled away from him as I felt my breath start to come in short, quick gasps. "Where are we going?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," he almost whispered, stepping forward and touching my neck with his hand. I could feel my cunt starting to tingle; he was really hot for me, and the knowledge was getting me steamed up as well.

"Cmon, we've got to go."

Reluctantly I broke away from him. He shook his head as if to clear it of cobwebs, and the spell was broken.

"All right," he agreed reluctantly, "but I want you to keep that gown on."

"Are you serious?" It was finally dawning on me that he meant it.

"Damn right I'm serious. Now let's go."

I was still reluctant, and I suppose that if there had been enough time for me to really think about it I would never have agreed to it. But he was looking at his watch like we were late, so I just wrapped a shawl tightly around me and we left. If worst came to worst, I reasoned, I could keep the shawl wrapped around me and no one would be able to see what I had on (or more precisely what I didn't have on) beneath it.

Twenty minutes later we arrived at The Club. It didn't look like much from the outside, just another house, in fact. There were a lot of cars parked on the street, and some of them looked vaguely familiar. I started to ask Jim something about it, but he clit me off, telling me to stay in the car for a minute while he went in to 'check things out'.

Sitting alone in the car, I really began to wonder what kind of place this was. We were on a residential street in one of the new developments outside town, and everything about it seemed perfectly normal. So why all this intrigue?

Then Jim came back to the car.

"Everything's fine. Just promise me that you won't get up and walk out if you don't like it."

"Why should I promise that? What is this, anyway?"

"Look, Jennie, there's nothing 'bad' going on in there. It's just that you might be a little surprised by it all, this being Hollyville and all that. So don't embarrass me, all right?"

He didn't wait for an answer, but pulled me from the car and led me into the house.

I certainly had plenty of reservations about the whole thing, but at the same time I had to admit that I was curious. It was all kind of exciting, and excitement was a rare commodity in Hollyville.

There was no one in the living room when we walked in; in fact, the entire upper part of the house seemed to be empty.

But Dave didn't hesitate. Obviously the action was downstairs. He led the way and I followed.

At first it looked like nothing more than a nice bar. There were tables along one wall, and people were scattered here and there with drinks in their hands. I didn't recognize any of the people I saw, although from the way they looked at us I could tell that Jim knew them.

It was only after we had made it all the way down the stairs and were standing in front of the bar that I realized that there was something a little strange about the room. First of all, it was a lot larger than I had originally thought. What I had taken to be a wall across from the bar was really nothing more than a large, velvet curtain. As I watched, one or two people walked out through the gap in the material, got drinks, and walked back through.

Then Jim returned with drinks for us, and before I could ask him any questions he took me by the arm and led me through the curtain.

It was strange. A theater, sort of, but more than mat. There seemed to be a number of private booths, almost like the old opera boxes you see in movies. Altogether there must have been about twenty of them, and each one had a curtain in front that could be drawn across to create a completely private little room. Jim led me into one of these. Once we were inside we couldn't see anyone else, although I could hear voices coming from the box next to us. I looked at Jim.

"What in the world is this place?"

"That," he told me with a smile as he handed me my cocktail, "is exactly what you are about to find out."

I started to say something to him, but he put a finger to my lips and pointed to the front of our box. The lights suddenly became very dim, and I realized that no more than about twenty feet in front of us there was a tiny stage. As the lights went down I could hear the conversations around us die out one by one until finally there was total silence in the room.

I looked at Jim. He was leaning forward expectantly. For the first time I realized that the booth we were in had more than just the two soft chairs we were sitting in. Along the back, just a few feet behind us, was what looked like a velvet couch.

Then I heard a sound out in front, and turned to see that a white screen was being lowered onto the stage. Almost immediately the whirring of a projector could be heard, and before I really caught on to what was happening a color film was being projected on the screen.

And what a film it was!

I knew there were films like this around, but I couldn't believe that I was actually sitting through one.

It started out with a shot of an empty hotel room. Then the door opened and a woman walked in. From her uniform it was obvious that she was an airline stewardess, and I have to admit that she was absolutely beautiful. There was no getting around it; she was tall, blonde, with a dark tan and a body that just seemed to be bursting out of the uniform she was wearing.

Only she didn't wear the uniform for long.

Almost the minute she walked into the room she put down her suitcase and began to take her clothes off. Then, with only her bra and panties on, she sat down in front of the mirror and began to brush her hair.

Through the material separating the booths I could hear some of the men start to say things like, C'mon, let's see some tit.' And at almost the same time I could hear some women giggling.

Then suddenly the blonde woman on the screen stopped brushing her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, then reached behind her back and released the clasp that held her bra on. It practically jumped off her body from the pressure of her swelling breasts, and suddenly she was naked from the waist up, her milky white globes jutting out in front of her like rose tipped mountains. I could hear excited groans of appreciation coming from the other people in the room, and not all of them came from men; the women were getting off on it too.

On the screen the stewardess reached up with her hands and began to massage her luscious tits, squeezing and pulling on them until the large nipples were hard and erect.

Then she stood up.

With one hand she reached down and began to rub her crotch through the sheer panties. Slowly at first, then harder and harder, she began to grind down against her finger. I could see a dark stain forming from her flowing juices, until finally it seemed that she couldn't stand it any more.

With a jerk that almost ripped the material, she pulled her panties down, revealing a full, thick, blonde bush. All around me I could hear groans of satisfaction at the sight of her naked snatch, and I also noticed something else.

I could smell the musky fragrance of sex in the room.

On the screen the woman fell back onto the bed, her legs spread wide open as her hand began to work its way into the tender, dewy folds of her cunt. The lips were wet and parted, and as the camera zoomed in her finger began to plunge in and out of her hungry cunt, driving deep into her hot pussy as her sticky honey poured out onto the creamy softness of her thighs.

She began to writhe harder and harder against her finger, grinding against it with a passion that left her face breathless, her lips parted as she concentrated on pushing her fingers deeper and deeper into the sticky syrup that flowed constantly from her cunt.

All around me in the room I could hear groans now, and suddenly I realized that Jim's hand was on my thigh, slowly working its way up toward my pussy.

I shifted in my seat, spreading my legs as I suddenly became aware of a steamy wetness in my own crotch.

I watched the screen again, and suddenly became aware that the stewardess was no longer alone; she had been joined by a man.

And what a stud he was!

He straddled her at first, his long, limp cock dangling down to within just a few inches of her mouth.

"Suck it!" someone called out, and other voices joined in.

Slowly the woman's smooth, supple fingers reached up along the man's thighs. Even before she touched his cock it began to grow rigid, swelling stiffly into a tight, rigid pole.

Then her fingers were on his balls, running lightly over them as the muscles of his thighs strained forward, pushing his prick closer and closer to her beautiful lips.

Finally she put her hands on his cock and pulled it toward her, opening her lips and letting her tongue run out and lick his throbbing monster.

It was huge!

I had never seen anything like it. Long, thick and rigid. Slowly she began to take it into her mouth. A quarter of an inch at a time, spreading , her jaws wider than I would have believed possible, in order to take in the incredible thickness of his meat.

Finally, incredibly, it was all the way in. Her lips were buried in the thick, wiry hairs at the base of his cock.

"Now fuck her in the mouth," someone yelled, and others chimed in.

Slowly, then with increasing tempo, the man began to drive his cock in and out of the moist pocket of the woman's mouth.

In and out, the entire thing slithered slowly, shimmering wetly in the light, while all the time the woman grabbed at his ass, pulling him into her.

Finally all of his muscles tensed, and he came, shooting great wads of his sticky, hot jism into her eager, sucking mouth.

She took it all in as wave after wave of his warm come pulsed into her throat, until finally she lay back on the bed, his cock slipping from her mouth. A tiny trickle of come found its way out of her mouth as she smiled wetly with her eyes closed.

Then the film was over, and I realized that Jim's hand was in my dripping cunt, working my clit for all it was worth as I shoved forward unconsciously against the pressure of his fingers.

All around us the same thing was happening, and the groans that came through the thin partitions only added to the steamy excitement that I was feeling.

"Fuck me, Jim, fuck me now," I moaned. I couldn't believe how much I wanted his cock inside me.

"Not yet, baby, not yet," he whispered.

Then suddenly there was a light on the stage; just a dim one, but enough to let everyone see what was going on there. The movie screen had been taken away, and behind it there was a bed.

Then things really started to happen.

First a woman walked out, and it took me just a minute to realize that she was the same woman from the movie. Then the same man that had been her partner came out to join her.

Both of them were naked.

From somewhere music started to play, and the two of them began a kind of dance around the bed, moving languorously in time with the slow, earthy beat of the music.

It became like a taunting game, as the woman slipped her finger into the moist opening of her cunt and then withdrew it, glistening in the dim light, and held it out invitingly across the bed to the man.

People in the audience, men and women both, began to call out at the two people on the stage.

"Fuck her, man, drive that big meat into her hot snatch," came a man's voice, but then a woman called out.

"Make him wait, baby, let him sniff that honey for a while before you let him have any of it."

The whole experience was incredible.

But finally the man grabbed her and threw her down onto the bed. She tried to fight him off, but it did no good. He was too strong for her.

Then he grabbed her legs and spread them apart, exposing her pussy to everyone in the room.

His cock was already rigid, and taking it in his hand he speared her, slamming it deep into her wriggling emit as she gasped at the force of his intrusion.

But she didn't resist for long, and almost immediately her long, slim legs wrapped themselves around his back and began to draw him into her, jerking wildly with each thrust, taking his rod deeper and deeper into her insatiable cunt.

He responded by slamming viciously into her, his pole shining each time it came almost all the way out of her dripping cunt, then smashing back into her.

Harder and harder they drove, until finally she convulsed wildly, her own come spurting out of the opening of her pussy, her back arched and tense.

Again and again he slammed into her, as a series of spasms racked her body.

Then finally she seemed to melt, Her body collapsed back onto the bed.

But her partner wasn't finished yet, even if she was. Withdrawing his monstrous cock from her involuntarily pulsing pussy, he grabbed the giant meat in his hand and began to pull back and forth on it.

Beneath him she opened her eyes and saw what he was doing. With a tired smile she started to slide her body down between his legs until his hand and cock were above the middle of her stomach.

Harder and harder he jerked himself while she watched with wide eyes.

Each time his hand traveled the length of his shaft the muscles in his hips and back tensed as he tried to send his hot come shooting up through his cock.

Finally he stiffened, and hot, white come spurted from the end of his tortured shaft. It landed on her face, on her tits, on her stomach. Her mouth was open, gobbling up what she could, while he continued to jerk off all over her body.

It seemed like there was no end to his supply of jism, and by the time he was finished half her body was covered with the flood that had exploded from him.

I couldn't stand it any more. "Now, Jim. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt till there's nothing left."

He didn't say anything, but instead stood up.

I stood up as well and crossed to the couch behind us. All around us I could hear the sound of the other couples making it. The musky smell of sex was thick in the air.

I reached up and, with Jim watching every move, released the clasp that held the satin gown in place.

It fell to the floor.

I was completely naked, my body firm and straight and ready for him.

I leaned back against the wall and slid down onto the couch. My legs were spread wide, my cunt wet and sticky.

"Your cock," I whispered, "I want it here."

I plunged my fingers into my drenched pussy.

Jim couldn't stand it any more. With a groan he rushed forward and practically devoured me, not even stopping to get undressed.

But it didn't matter. What I wanted was his cock, and that was exactly what I got.

He slammed into me with a force like a sledgehammer, but I only wanted it harder.

His cock was like a piston, smashing in and out of me with a driving force that threatened to slam through the deepest walls of my quivering cunt.

But I was ready for him, and for every ounce of pressure he applied from above, I returned it with just as much force from below.

Deep inside me I could feel a familiar fire beginning to build. It was like a white hot coal was burning deep inside my cunt, and the harder I drove into him the hotter it became.

My honey kept flowing, and as the pulsing, driving fire heated it I could feel hot come beginning to seethe and bubble in the deepest recesses of my pussy.

"Ooooohhhhhh . . . yesssssss . . . I'm gonna come . . . gonna come . . . "

I was out of control now. Nothing could stop me. Nothing mattered except the seething, churning, foaming mass of molten come that was boiling over, spilling out of my quivering cunt, pulsing in sticky rivulets out of my pussy.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhhhh!. . . "

Suddenly his cock expanded wildly inside me, swelling forcefully as we both came in a spinning, sticky, explosion of cock and cunt, plowing wildly into each other as each of us poured our essences into the other.

Again and again, in a writhing mass of churning, foaming come we smashed into each other, groaning uncontrollably as we squeezed every drop of release from our bodies.

Then, exhausted, we collapsed in a limp heap on the soft velvet of the couch.

CHAPTER TWO

The next day was Saturday, and when I woke up I had a lot of things on my mind. Jim had left the house early to play golf, so I was alone and I decided to take full advantage of it.

Slipping on a light housecoat, I fixed myself a cup of tea and settled back in an easy chair to think. There was a lot of ground to cover.

After Jim and I had finished fucking in the booth at The Club, he had wanted to leave almost immediately. Needless to say, I wasn't exactly anxious to stays on, either. After the first passion had subsided, I could hardly believe that Jim and I had actually fucked with all those other people around us.

Last night, at the time, it had seemed inevitable. But after it was over I kept worrying that we might see somebody we knew.

What would I do then?

I kept wondering if I had said anything loud enough during our lovemaking that would make it possible for someone who knew us to identify us.

The idea made me distinctly nervous.

And I knew that it wasn't just an idle worry, either, because as we were driving home I suddenly realized that one of the voices that I had heard during the evening belonged to Angela Walters.

It had been her voice that had called out to the blonde woman on stage, "Make him wait, baby, let him sniff that honey for a while before you let him have it."

Angela Walters!

It was hard to believe. Almost impossible, in fact. Angela Walters was, among other things, assistant chairman of the school board for Hollyville.

Yet I was certain that it was her voice that I had heard.

Who else had been there?

It suddenly occurred to me that there might have been any number of people that I knew who were there behind the partitions separating the booths.

I sat back in the chair and smiled to myself. This was fantastic.

I couldn't believe that Hollyville had anything like this going for it. And I also couldn't believe that I actually wanted to have anything to do with it. If anyone had told me that I would get turned on by a movie like the one last night, I would have laughed and told them they were stupid.

But the fact remained that I had gotten just about as juiced up as I ever had in my life at the sight of that big cock slamming in and out of the woman's mouth. Even now the thought of his sticky come dripping down the front of her face was enough to start my juices flowing.

And there was something else about last night that surprised me, as well.

My reaction to the woman.

I had never thought that I could be excited by another woman's body, but the image of the blonde woman driving her finger in and out of her juicy cunt was almost as exciting as thinking about the long, thick cock slamming into her mouth.

Suddenly I knew what I was going to do.

Find Angela Walters.

She was lying by her pool when I got there. She didn't see me at first, and I just stood where I was, letting my eyes run up and down her tanned, buttery body. Like the woman in the film, she had long blonde hair, and even if she was a bit older, her age didn't show at all in what I could see of her body. Which was most of it.

She had on one of the tiniest bikinis imaginable; it barely covered her nipples and her pubic triangle. My panties were getting wet already.

But even though I was undeniably aroused, I never expected anything to come of it.

I was in for a surprise.

"Angela?" called from the gate, hoping my voice didn't sound as hesitant as I felt. She sat up, startled.

"Jennifer!" She seemed pleased as she recognized me. "Come on in."

After that she insisted on getting me a bloody Mary; she claimed that she had been dying to have one all morning, but hadn't done it because she never drank alone. I watched her as she walked through the patio and into the kitchen, aware that her ass, was as tight and well rounded as any nineteen year old girl's.

Sipping from our drinks, we talked for a while, and once she made an offhand comment about having really tied one on the night before. But she never said anything more specific.

I began to realize that if I really wanted to find out anything about The Club, I was going to have to bring it up myself.

But how?

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't come up with anything that was subtle enough to leave me a way out of the conversation if I had been wrong about her being there.

So I didn't say anything.

Then she was the one who dropped the bombshell.

"Sounded like you and Jim had a riproaring fuck at The Club last night."

I almost choked on my bloody Mary. She laughed.

"Sorry, but I couldn't resist it."

My composure was completely destroyed.

"I feel stupid."

"You shouldn't. I wish I could have gotten into it that much my first time."

"Angela," I sputtered, "I don't even really know what The Club is, except for what I saw last night."

"Wasn't that enough for you?" she smiled wickedly.

I shrugged. I was beginning to relax a little. The ice had been broken. After finishing the remainder of my bloody Mary in a single gulp, I felt even more relaxed.

When I looked up again, Angela was doing something with the gate. After a moment or two of struggling with it, she managed to pull a partition across it so that the pool area was blocked off from view. I looked around the rest of the yard, and noticed for the first time that a high hedge surrounded the perimeters of the property, effectively sealing off the entire back yard from prying eyes.

Something was about to happen. I hoped I was ready for it.

Angela came back and sat down across from me, crossing her legs like an Indian. The only problem was that when she sat that way, the strip of fabric in her bikini that went between her legs didn't really cover the entire width of her crotch.

I tried not to stare at the silky blonde hairs crawling out around the edges of the material, but it was no use. I could just imagine her moist pussy lips, pulled wide apart beneath the taut fabric, dewy drops of her honey waiting to be licked and sucked, Suddenly my attention was distracted by a movement higher up on Angela's body. I looked up.

She was reaching around behind her back and fiddling with the clasp that held her top on. Suddenly the material, up until now stretched tightly across her swelling breasts, went limp. Then nonchalantly she lifted the bikini top from her torso and laid it on a chair next to her.

I tried not to stare at her naked tits, but it was no use. I felt like I was making a fool of myself.

"Now," she announced, pretending not to notice what was happening to me, "what do you want to know about The Club?"

With that, she rearranged herself, presumably to make herself more comfortable, although the most noticeable result to me was that it made her luscious boobs bounce and jiggle disturbingly.

"I.. . ah . . . "

"Jennie?"

"What?"

"Why don't we talk later?"

"Later?"

I knew I was sounding stupid, but I couldn't help it.

"You've been licking my body for the last ten minutes with your eyes; why don't you do it with your tongue instead?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

But every word of it was true.

"You don't have to rush, Jennie. Just take your time. Watch me for a minute if you want to. I don't mind."

With that she reached down, and with a single, supple finger, she began to trace light circles around the delicate, tight skin on the inside of her thighs. Slowly she moved up her leg until the finger was touching the material outside her crotch.

I watched, creaming all over myself, but not knowing what to do.

As I looked on, her finger traveled up to her stomach, then began to work its way down beneath the tight elastic of her bikini bottoms. Then, still moving with a tantalizing slowness, the finger traveled down until it was poised beneath the fabric at the entrance to her dripping pussy.

With a desperation that I could hardly believe I wanted to see beneath the fabric, watching her finger as it dipped deep into her juicy cunt.

But she made no move to take her bikini bottom off. .

Instead, she carefully drove each of her fingers as far as she could into her cunt, then slowly withdrew her entire hand from beneath the tight bottoms of her bikini.

In the sunlight her fingers glistened brightly.

For a long moment she held them up in front of her, examining them lovingly, then slowly she moved her hand to her lips. Her tongue darted out and she licked her forefinger, slipping up and down the length of the delicate tendril, licking each drop of love juice from where it clung to her brown skin.

Then she began on her next finger.

"It'll all be gone soon," she murmured as she sucked the second one clean. "If you want any, you'd better come on over here."

Almost like I was in a dream, I got up and walked the short distance separating us. She was on a small expanse of grass, and as I sat down next to her I could feel the coolness of the green blades on my legs.

There was a wicked look in her eyes, but it didn't matter. At that moment I was her slave, and we both knew it.

Gently I took her hand in mine, bringing it to within an inch of my lips. There I paused, gathering in the dark aroma of her essence before going on.

Then I could wait no longer.

Carefully, almost reverently, I brought her third finger in contact with my lips. Then my tongue darted out, and for the first time in my life I felt the taste of a woman's honey on my tongue.

It was exquisite.

One by one I licked the remaining fingers, until there was nothing left on her hand.

Then, scarcely knowing what I was doing, I gently pushed Angela back until she was stretched out on the lawn. She offered no resistance as I slipped her panties over her hips and pulled them off her body entirely.

Her cunt was even more fantastic than I had imagined.

The lips were open, parted, ready for me to bury my hot, searching tongue deep in the moist, quivering folds that were waiting for me.

But as I bent forward she stopped me.

"Take off your clothes."

Soundlessly I complied. When I was finished, her eyes traveled up and down my body and I could tell that she was pleased with what she saw.

"Now,", she said, placing her hands on the back of my head and pulling me toward her waiting cunt.

I needed no more invitation than that.

First I kissed the inside of her thighs just above her knees, then, always moving slowly, languorously, I worked my way up the inside of her leg until my lips were poised at the entrance to her silky cunt.

There I paused, letting my breath fan the moist dew that clung to the blonde hairs just a fraction of an inch from my lips.

She groaned.

"Suck me, Jennie, suck my cunt.. . "

Almost before the words were out of her mouth I plunged my tongue deep into the wet, sticky folds of her cunt. Immediately a shiver ran through her body and her pussy began to contract convulsively.

In and out, in and out my hot tongue flew, driving deep into her, in one moment, then licking and darting around the growing bulb that was her clit.

"Ohhhh yessssss . . . so goooooodddddd . . . " she moaned, using her hands to guide my head to the right spots.

As her passion increased she began to thrust up against the pressure of my mouth, grinding into me with a force that smeared her hot cream all over my face.

But it didn't matter.

I was completely lost in the burning juice of her steaming muff. Almost without realizing that it was happening, my hands crept up across her slickly oiled stomach until they came in contact with her tits.

Squeezing and massaging them all the time, I kept her in a state bordering on frenzy with the dual ministrations of my mouth and my hands.

And my tongue, of course.

Especially my tongue.

Flicking and darting, plunging and thrusting, I kept my tongue flying all over her cunt.

She couldn't last much longer, I was sure of it.

Even as the thought crossed my mind she began to groan wildly and pull harder than ever against my head.

"Aaaaaaaggggggh hhhhhh!"

In a single, great, wrenching spasm of delight she came, her pussy shooting its molten load into my eager, gobbling mouth. Shudder after shudder ran through her body as again and again she thrust her pulsating pussy into my drenched and slimy face.

She couldn't get enough of my tongue!

"More, Jennie, more.. . "

I couldn't believe it. She had just had one of the most intense orgasms I could imagine and already she wanted more.

But now I was the one in control, and I knew what I wanted to do.

Lunging forward I suddenly brought my entire body flush against hers. Before she had a chance to realize what was happening, her tits were straining against mine, our taut nipples rubbing into each other with a force that left no room for doubt about what was going to happen next.

And below, I could feel our crotches as they crashed into each other, her soft blonde triangle smashing into my dark black bush.

But even as all of this was taking place, I planted my wet, slippery face full upon hers, our lips meeting wildly as her tongue sprang out to meet mine. My desire took a quantum leap forward as her searching tongue darted inside my open, sticky mouth.

Without thinking about it, but knowing each other's needs as if we had done this a thousand times, the two of us began to grind our pussies together, using the firm hardness of each pelvis as something to drive against.

Harder and harder we thrashed. I could feel my pussy wide open and straining to feel her cunt rubbing against my wet inner lips. My clit was throbbing like it was about to explode, and deep within me I could feel the forces gathering in anticipation of the climax that would send me shuddering into oblivion.

"Eat me, Angela, eat my cunt.. . I can't stand it.. . can't stand it.. . " I whispered.

A moment later her head was buried between my thighs, her tongue taking care of my cunt like it had never been taken care of before. My whole snatch was a sea of dripping, sloppy, juices, and I knew it was only a matter of time until I exploded in a shattering wave of my own come that would drown Angela's eager, sucking mouth.

But then she did something I didn't expect her to do; something which made me come in ten seconds flat.

With no warning at all she plunged one of her wet, sloppy fingers into my tight asshole.

"Aaaaagggggghhhhhhh!" I screamed immediately.

"Relax.. . " she groaned, her finger probing deep into my dark sphincter while her tongue continued to flit and dart into my simmering cunt.

But relaxation was out of the question. like a volcano exploding, I came in a single, wrenching spasm of foaming release. I could feel the hot come spilling out of me, running into the hungry sucking mouth that was clamped onto my cunt like there was nothing else in the world. As indeed there wasn't.

Wave after steaming wave of my honey poured out of my pussy as shuddering spasms of pure delight ran through my entire body.

Finally the storm passed, and dreamily I drifted back onto the softness of the grass. Her tongue was still in my cunt, but it was moving slowly now, lapping up the last remaining drops of my come that clung to the sensitive skin. It was heavenly.

"So tell me about The Club."

It was an hour later. We were dressed again, and enjoying our second bloody Mary. The effects of the first had dissipated long ago.

"What do you want to know?"

"Well, so far all I know is what Jim told me, which isn't much. Basically all he said is that it's run by the people who live in Hollyville, and that last night was typical of what goes on there. He said he couldn't tell me any more until next week." I hadn't understood why he had to wait until then to tell me anything, and I think that it must have been this secretiveness that had given me the impetus to come over to Angela's.

Well, in that sense I was glad that Jim hadn't told me anything. The results so far had been well worth the irritation I had felt last night when he had acted like something mysterious was going on.

After I finished speaking, Angela was quiet for a few moments, apparently weighing the pros and cons of telling me any more than Jim had already let me know. Finally she seemed to come to a decision.

"All right," she announced, "I don't go along with any of the mumbo jumbo nonsense anyway. But don't tell Jim or anybody else where you got the information."

"That's fine with me."

"Well, I'd be willing to venture a guess that Jim isn't out playing golf today at all. He's meeting with the executive committee of The Club."

"About what?"

"You."

"What about me?"

"Just wait a minute and I'll tell you."

I decided to shut up. All my questions were doing was making the entire thing more difficult.

She took another sip from her bloody Mary, then launched into, a fairly long explanation of what was going on.

Apparently The Club had been originally something that some of the men in the community had come up with. They had mostly been middle aged, bored, successful. The kind that were a dime a dozen in Hollyville.

At any rate, the original intention was for it to be something of a stag club. They met once a month, showed movies, drank, and probably went home and fucked their wives. This had gone on for a few years, with the men putting more and more money into the club, getting live exotic acts, probably (though they never admitted to this) importing enough high class whores to keep the men who wanted that sort of thing happy.

But then somebody (Angela was vague about names all the way through her explanation) came up with the idea of opening the club to wives who wanted to get into it.

Needless to say, whoever came up with this idea was practically laughed out of the club at first. But somehow word got out to a few of the women as to what was going on, and it turned out that these particular women were just as bored as their husbands.

In any event, the bottom line on her history of The Club was this: there were a lot of people in the club who would be in a very sensitive position if the news ever got out that they were involved in an activity like this. There were schoolteachers, town officials, even one minister.

As a result, the screen process for new people entering the group had to be pretty strict. Especially for the wives, who might freak out if they didn't like it and spread the news all over town.

This could obviously present problems.

What I had experienced the previous night had been only the beginning of the evening. But that had been all I was cleared to experience. If I hadn't liked it, then at least I would not be able to implicate anyone else, not having actually seen any of the other people.

But as it had happened, I had gone along with it and what was happening now was that Jim was in the process of getting me fully accepted into the club. Once that had been taken care of, the only thing that would remain would be some sort of initiation and I would then be cleared for all the club's activities.

But there were two things that Angela remained vague about.

The first was just exactly what kinds of other things the people in The Club did following the opening act that I had been part of last night.

The second was just exactly what was involved in the initiation I would have to go through.

CHAPTER THREE

When I got home Jim was already there waiting for me. I wasn't exactly certain what kind of approach I should take in terms of finding out whether or not he had really been playing golf. I thought about confronting him with everything that Angela had told me about The Club, but then decided that now wasn't the time to do that. But should I ignore the matter altogether? No.

Might as well find out how blatantly he would lie to me. After all, I had a feeling the knowledge might come in handy at some other point.

"How'd you play today?"

"Terrible."

He looked sincere. I was surprised. Could Angela have been wrong?

"What was the problem?"

"I had the shakes. Every goddamn shot. It was a nightmare." He finished fixing himself a drink, then continued. "By the way, I told Frank and Sylvia they could come over for dinner tonight."

"You what?" I asked in disbelief. It was five thirty already.

"Nothing formal, we just thought it would be nice to get together. I got some steaks."

"Jesus Christ, Jim "

"Don't worry about it."

"That's easy enough for you to say. Look at this place." I gestured to the general state of disarray the house was in.

"Well be ready. They're coming at eight."

Somehow we made it. It occurred to me while we were getting ready for them that this might have something to do with The Club. Frank and Sylvia weren't exactly our best friends; in fact, we had never spent an evening alone with them before, although Jim and Frank played golf together a lot.

I tried to get some kind of hint from Jim to see if this was the case, but he acted like he didn't know what I was talking about, so I decided not to press the issue. I would find out soon enough.

I hadn't seen Sylvia in several months, and I had forgotten what a fox she was. Or maybe I had just never noticed before. In any event, as soon as she walked through the door I was suddenly certain that all of this had something to do with The Club. It was as if everything the two of them did or said had some sort of sexual meaning in it, and I had never noticed them acting like that on the other occasions we had been around them.

All right, then, I wasn't going to be a spoilsport. I decided to play along with it.

I could see that Jim was practically licking Sylvia's body with his eyes, but I couldn't blame him for that. Most of it was highly visible through the thin, gauzy material of her dress, and it was definitely worth licking.

But it didn't bother me. Partially because I had decided not to worry about Jim, and partially because of the vibes I was picking up from Frank.

He was a big man, a burly man, who was not exactly big on sensitivity. Normally I wouldn't have considered him to be my type, but given the things that had been going on for the last few days I decided he might be an interesting fuck after all.

It was strange to me that I was even thinking in such brazen terms; for the four years that Jim and I had been married I had been the perfect little wife.

And all the while Jim had been going to The Club.

How long had this been going on? I wondered. Well, it didn't matter. All that really mattered was that starting right now I was going to do everything I could to catch up with him.

When no one was looking (except Frank, but that was all right) I unbuttoned the blouse I was wearing so that if I held my shoulders just right most of my breasts were visible.

Frank smiled.

All the while that this was going on the four of us were ostensibly carrying on some inane conversation about something I don't even remember. It didn't matter anyway; what was important was that Jim couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Sylvia's tits, while Frank was just about sucking mine from where he sat three feet away from me.

We had all been drinking a pretty good bit, which probably explains what I did next. In any event, it took them all by surprise.

"Sylvia?" I asked innocently when there was a lull in the conversation.

"What?"

"I think," I began, stretching like a cat, "Frank wants to fuck me."

She almost choked on her drink. But then she got her composure back almost immediately.

"You really think so, huh?" she smiled wickedly.

Both of the men just sat and stared. This was great; I hadn't expected Sylvia to pick up on it so quickly.

"I'm certain of it. All he can think about is sticking his great big cock into my juicy little cunt."

"Well, honey, you can hardly blame him for that. You've been practically creaming in your panties over there looking at the bulge in his pants."

"I know," I smiled wetly, letting my fingers run lightly across my crotch. Frank was starting to breathe heavily now, as was Jim. Sylvia and Thad them going; the question was where to take them. Figuratively, of course. We knew where we were going to take them physically.

"Tell me something, Sylvia," I asked. A strange kind of rapport was building between us. We were both getting a wicked charge out of this.

"Anything dear." She lounged back on the couch, letting her legs spread slightly to reveal the creamy smoothness of her inner thighs.

"How would you like to suck Jim's cock for me?"

"Mmmmmmm.. . " she purred, running her tongue wetly across her lips.

"I know he's just dying to see you wrap those warm lips of yours around his meat. Isn't that right, Jim?"

"Jennie!"

"Oh, come on Jim. You know it's the truth. Just think about Sylvia's cool fingers on your balls, then running up and down the outside of your cock. It's so tight now, held in your pants like that. How would it feel to be out in the air, dangling free while Sylvia just licked and sucked it 'til you shot your wad into her mouth."

He stared at me like I was crazy, but he also shifted his weight unconsciously so that his bulging cock wasn't so constrained by the material. I hadn't noticed it, but Sylvia's hand was touching her right nipple through the thin material she was wearing.

For a moment I was aware of how bizarre this all was. How many times had we been with another couple and thought things like this but never said anything? It was like acting out a fantasy, and I loved it. And I was just getting warmed up!

"Sylvia," I called out softly to her, "why don't you come over here for a minute."

Silently, seductively she complied. Jim started to get up but I held out my arm in his direction.

"You stay over there, sweetheart. You too, Frank. Sylvia, just sit down here next to me, all right?"

Obediently she curled up next to me. I knew I was in control of the situation, and I wasn't about to lose that control.

Slowly, gently, I reached out until my hand was resting on Sylvia's neck. She shuddered at the touch and pressed against me like a cat.

"I think you and I ought to do something to get ready for those big, hard cocks that are waiting for us, don't you think?"

She nodded, and I could see from the sudden glimmer in her eyes that she was on to what I had in mind. Without saying anything she reached out her left hand and unfastened the two remaining buttons on my blouse, then slid her cool fingers in until they were lightly touching my taut, straining nipple.

"Mmmmmmmmm.. . " she cooed. Unconsciously I threw my shoulders back and pressed firmly against her hand, shoving my fleshy, sensitive mound against the cup that she had formed around it.

"Suck it," I hissed.

"Gladly."

Using both hands now, she pulled back my blouse, exposing my luscious tits completely for the first time. I could vaguely hear a sharp intake of breath from Frank in the background, but right then I was more interested in what Sylvia was about to do next.

I thought she was going to start kissing my tits right then, but she had other ideas and I certainly didn't mind at all.

I had on a long hostess skirt, and she let her fingers slide beneath the waistband. Unfastening the snaps, she pulled it back and off of me so that there was nothing left to take off but my panties.

In another thirty seconds they were gone as well.

I couldn't believe how turned on I was. There were three people looking at me and I was totally naked; it was fantastic!

The men were going crazy, but we weren't ready to let them have their fun yet.

Not by a long shot.

Panting now herself, Sylvia leaned forward and wrapped her perfect lips around one of my large, red nipples. In full view of the men she started letting her tongue lick and suck it, darting all around the sensitive bud, making it shine in the dim light of the room.

"Oooooohhhhhhh yesssssssss.. . " I groaned, "Now my cunt. Suck my cunt, Sylvia, suck my honey. I'm so wet down there . . . suck it."

She needed no more invitation than that. Her lips and tongue were all over me, in me, plunging and sucking, licking and 'darting.

I don't know how long this went on, but it ended suddenly when I felt strong arms grab me and carry me out of the room and onto the grass next to the patio. I knew it was Frank, and I was ready for him.

"Now, Frank, now," I said, spreading my legs as wide as I could, letting him get a good look at my wet and waiting pussy.

He was so hot he could hardly get his pants off. Finally he did, and I could hardly believe the size of the cock he pulled out.

It was enormous!

Like a man's forearm. I had never seen anything that large.

Never.

He smiled.

When he slammed into me for the first time it was like the walls of my cunt were going to explode. The breath whooshed out of me like I had been bashed in the stomach, but it didn't matter.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhhh . . . fuck me, you big cock, fuck me like a bull.. . " I gasped, smashing my cunt up to meet his wild thrusts.

I felt like an animal, but it didn't matter. In fact it made it better. Nothing mattered inside me except the driving, smashing prick that buried itself again and again in the sticky wetness of my pussy.

In and out, again and again he slammed. I was nothing but a bubbling, churning vat of my own come as it boiled up within me, struggling to spill' out of me.

"Fuck me, ohhhhhh fuckkkkk meeeeeee . . . " I was beside myself. The muscles in my thighs were incredibly tight, convulsing with each thrust as I smashed up onto the driving monster that was devouring me.

"I'm coming . . . ohhhhh yessssss . . . harder, harder aaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!"

Like the cork flying off a bottle of bubbling, spewing champagne I exploded, my come shooting out of my exploding body in great blasts of hot, buttery warmth. Wave after wave of deep, shuddering spasms rocked my body, and still he plowed into me.

Again his meat slammed into me while I melted, dissolved beneath him. I was smashed, torn apart, but he was still going strong.

Almost without knowing what I was doing I pulled back, letting his throbbing monster slip out of me.

Before he could complain I took both hands and grabbed it, pulling wildly up and down on the slimy rod for all I was worth, sliding my body down between his knees as I jerked on his rod.

I wanted something I had never wanted before.

I wanted his gigantic rod to explode, sending his sticky jism all over me.

Harder and harder, with great, slamming strokes, I beat up and down on his pulsing meat. His eyes were closed, his mind blank while the only thing he thought about was his meat in my hands.

From somewhere deep inside the base of his rod I felt a tremor, and I knew that he was almost ready. With a frantic wildness I began to work harder on him.

"Come, you bastard, come . . . " I groaned.

Suddenly it happened.

His cock grew almost double in size so that even both my hands couldn't fit around it, and then it exploded. The first spurt hit me squarely in the face, but it was only the beginning.

I felt like I had something in my hands that was alive, as for fully half a minute, wave after sticky wave of his manhood came pouring out of him onto my body. It covered my face, my lips, my neck, my tits, and still it kept coming.

Like molten wax it hit me, covering me, running hotly into all the crevices of my body, drenching my cunt hair, flowing all across my stomach until finally he was finished.

Exhausted, he sank back on the grass, his limp prick slipping from my grasp.

I smiled.

With both hands I began to explore the hot butter that covered me. All over my chest I rubbed it, wallowing in his wetness as my hands and tits sloshed around in the sloppy mess.

I smiled and licked my come covered lips.

I was no longer just an animal; the capacity to think was slowly returning to me. And with it came the seeds of an idea.

What had just transpired was suggesting something to me, something vaguely undefined as yet, but something that seemed to have a clear clit result in mind.

I would need help.

Angela and Sylvia?

Why not?

It was a bizarre idea, but after what had just happened between Sylvia and me, and considering how I had spent the afternoon with Angela, it seemed likely that they would go along with it.

All right then.

Tomorrow I would find out.

CHAPTER FOUR

The next day was Sunday, so around eleven in the morning I called both Sylvia and Angela and invited them over for lunch on Wednesday. Both accepted the invitation without problem, so the first hurdle was taken care of. Now all I had to do was sit back and wait until they came over so I could tell them about my idea.

But there was only one problem.

Wednesday was three days away.

I was feeling like a bitch in heat, and there was no way I could wait that long for another chance to have some fun.

First, I tried to get Jim interested in some afternoon relaxation, but he must have practically fucked himself to death with Sylvia the night before, because as soon as my hand touched his cock he just groaned and rolled over to the other side of the bed.

So I was left to my own devices.

Well, that was fine with me. I thought about some of the things that Jim had said since Frank and Sylvia left just before dawn. Apparently the evening had had some connection with The Club, some sort of verification of the fact that I was in the right frame of mind to be admitted.

"Did I pass?" I asked him minxishly.

"With flying colors," he groaned, shaking his head in disbelief at the things that I had done.

"What's the matter?" I asked him innocently.

"I thought I knew you. I mean, after all, you are my wife. Jesus!"

I grinned.

He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

All of which brought me back to my original problem; how to take care of the hot excitement that was overpowering me.

It was strangely exhilarating to be thinking so openly about satisfying my lust; always before I had pretended that I didn't have those kinds of needs. Sex had always been something that I couldn't talk about out loud, couldn't think about in anything other than the vaguest terms.

But no more.

So what could I do?

I thought about masturbating, and although the idea had some appeal, I must admit that it seemed a bit tame after what had been happening the last couple of days.

No, it would have to be better than that.

But where, on a Sunday afternoon in Hollyville, could I get what I wanted?

For fifteen minutes I racked my brains, but nothing satisfactory came to mind.

Then, suddenly, it hit me.

Of course.

Spruce Lake.

Jim and I had often gone to Spruce Lake for the day to swim and picnic, but this was the first time I had ever gone there alone. As I drove along the winding road that led up into the mountain valley where the beautiful blue lake was nestled, I thought about what I would do when I got there.

It wasn't so much the lake that I was interested in as it was someone I hoped to see there. Todd Atherton.

I shook my head and laughed out loud. This was positively insane, but then so was everything else that was happening.

Todd Atherton was one of the sweetest, nicest, and shyest men I had ever met. He also had a fetish for my tits.

Whenever Jim and I would come to the lake Todd was there, taking care of the park that surrounded the lake as if it were the most valuable investment in the world. I wasn't exactly sure what his title was, or even exactly what his job was.

The important thing was that he had been there every time I had ever gone to Spruce Lake. I hoped today would be no exception.

It wasn't.

As I pulled into the near empty parking area I saw him walking through the grove of spruce trees that nearly hid the lake. I couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, but it didn't matter.

Before I got out of the car I made certain that my tits were practically hanging out of my bikini top. Then I tugged the bottoms down slightly so that just a few of the hairs of my dark black bush were visible.

Now I was ready.

Outside it was just barely warm enough to be comfortable without anything else on; it was near the end of the summer and by now the sun had started to go down a little. The beach where the few people at the lake were swimming was about a quarter of a mile through the trees from the parking area.

They wouldn't present a problem.

I felt like a cat about to pounce on its prey as I walked slowly across the pine needles and into the dappled sunlight of the spruce grove. I pretended not to notice Todd at first, instead walking along the pathway that led eventually to the beach.

But I had no intention of following it all the way there.

"Hello, Mrs. Lansford!" Todd's voice called out.

I looked around for a moment as if in confusion, then spotted him off the trail about twenty yards into the trees.

"Hi, Todd," I smiled and waved to him. "What're you doing out here?"

Now that I thought about it, it was strange that he was over here away from the beach. Usually he stayed pretty much around the beach area.

I guess there must not have been any nice tits over there today.

"Just running some soil samples. We've had a lot, of rain this summer."

Appearing to be simply polite, I walked over to where he was hunched over the ground. When he saw me coming over he scurried to his feet, and immediately began to babble on about how the rain was affecting the vegetation in the forest. I just stood by and nodded intelligently, bending over occasionally with the dual intention of seeing something that he was pointing out on the ground and letting him have an extra glimpse of my lush white tits.

He was a strange man, not particularly unattractive, but then again nothing to get excited about.

Normally, that is. Today, he excited me.

He was short, not quite as tall as me, and he was a little on the stocky side. He was going a little bit bald; prematurely, I was sure. He couldn't be older than about thirty five.

I had seen his wife once, a plain, dumpy woman of about his age. It was no wonder that he spent so much time poking around in the woods and sniffing women's tits. I could hardly blame him, given what he had to go home to at night.

"Todd," I asked him when he finally stopped lecturing me about the soil, "I want to ask you something and I hope you won't tell anybody."

"Oh, no ma'am."

"Well," I said, trying to act embarrassed although I wasn't embarrassed at all, "I was wondering if there were any places around here, you know, like clearings in the woods, where I could go and really be by myself?"

"Well, ah.. . " he stammered, obviously nonplussed.

"Look, Todd, it's no big deal. I just like to take my swimsuit off and he in the sun that way. Harmless, really."

His eyes got about twice their normal size, but then he tried to act nonchalant.

"Sure, there're plenty of places like that. But they're kind of hard to get to:"

"Oh." I pretended to be disappointed. Then I brightened. "Could you show me the way to one of them?"

"Me?"

"You'd have to promise not to stick around and look at me." I was feeling positively wicked and loving every minute of it.

"Oh, no ma'am. I mean, sure, I can show you and no, I wouldn't stick around."

"Good. Let's go."

He dropped all of his instruments where they were and started off at quite a clip through the spruce forest. I followed him, a smile of anticipation wreathing my face.

Ten minutes later we arrived, huffing and puffing, at a natural glen that was just about one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen. The exercise had felt good, and my muscles felt loose and Umber from the workout they had been given.

"This is beautiful!" I exclaimed, filling my lungs (and incidentally swelling my tits) with the fresh, pine scented air.

"Well, I guess I'd better be going," he announced without conviction.

"Oh, not yet, Todd. Please, I need some help before you go."

"Help?" he gulped.

"Sure. Nothing bad, don't worry."

With that I spread my towel on the soft grassy meadow, then lay down On my stomach. Making certain that my nice, full ass cheeks were sticking up delicately in the air, I reached around behind my back and untied the straps that held my top on. Then I gestured to my suntan oil and spoke.

"Just rub some of that into my back before you go, all right?"

He was only too willing to comply.

Tentatively at first, then with increasing confidence, he rubbed the buttery substance into my soft back until finally I glistened brightly in the sunlight.

"Thanks, Todd. You do that really well."

"I guess I'd better be going," he mumbled, and I just smiled dreamily into my towel. He got up, then, and I heard his footsteps as he crossed the little clearing. When I could hear that he was almost gone, I suddenly got up and turned around, holding my top precariously in place while I called out to him. "Oh, Todd "

"What?" he asked, turning around, then trying to keep from staring at my half exposed breasts. "Thanks a lot."

He looked at me for a long moment, and for the first time I think he had some inkling that I had something more in mind than sun bathing nude by myself.

"You're welcome, ma'am."

Then he walked slowly beyond the edge of the clearing. I waited for just a minute. If my understanding of men and especially Todd was at all accurate, then the last thing he would do now would be to leave without trying to find a place to watch me from.

I gave him just long enough to find a good place to view me from, then nonchalantly dropped my top, exposing my milky breasts to the sunlight.

A moment later, I reached down and pulled off my bikini bottoms. Then, for a long moment, I just enjoyed the feeling of being naked outdoors.

It was fantastic! I couldn't remember when I had ever felt so natural. And, I reminded myself, what I was about to do was perfectly natural as well.

Quickly, but enjoying every second of it, I rubbed the oil into every square inch of my body. Before long my entire form was covered with slippery, shiny oil. Then, as if I were going to be back and sunbathe, I lay down on my back on the towel. But I didn't sunbathe.

Instead, I brought my fingers of both hands up until they were in contact with my full, soft breasts. The sensation of touching them was incredibly accentuated by the oil, and it didn't take long before I could feel the juices pouring out from my crotch.

I wanted to take longer, but I knew I couldn't. Unless I missed my bet, Todd was out in the woods right now, his cock in his hand as he watched me taking care of myself.

So instead of lingering on my nipples, I let one hand slide down until it was poised at the entrance to my cunt. Then carefully, slowly, I spread my legs until the rich, dewy red lips were fully spread for anyone to see.

After a frozen moment, I groaned and slid two fingers deep into the sloppy recesses of my simmering cunt.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh.. . " I murmured, and began to gyrate my hips as my fingers darted in and out of my hungry hole. Then suddenly, as if I couldn't stand it any longer, I pulled myself up to a sitting position. There I waited breathlessly for a moment, my breasts heaving up and down with half feigned, half real excitement.

"Todd!" I called out in a low voice.

There was no response.

"Todd, I know you're out there."

Still no response. What if he had really gone? No way, I told myself. Still, why didn't he answer.

"Listen to me, Todd. I want your cock. I want to do things to you that I bet no one has ever done to you before. Come on, Todd. Think what you'll be missing.. . "

Then I just waited.

I didn't have to wait for long, though, since almost before my last words had died out there was a rustling behind me and Todd stepped into the clearing.

He looked terrified.

But the fact that he was here at all meant that my plan was working. Silently I gestured to him to come over.

A moment later he stood above me, unable to take his eyes off my naked, heaving tits.

"You want to suck them, Todd?" I hissed. This was great. I couldn't believe how exciting it was to talk to a man the way I was talking to Todd now and the way I had talked to Frank and Jim last night.

"Take off your clothes first, Todd. Then you can suck my hot tits all you want."

It took him all of ten seconds to get undressed. Then he was all over me, his mouth and hands working my tits and cunt, his cock rubbing against me.

I have to admit that it wasn't the biggest cock in the world, but it didn't matter because he knew how to use it. I knew that he thought of this as the chance of a lifetime, and he was putting everything he had into making it something worth remembering.

The least I could do would be to give him the best fuck he had ever had. But I couldn't do that right now. He was so heated up that he'd probably come after ten seconds inside my cunt.

No, I'd have to go about it differently.

"Todd," I whispered, pushing his head away from my tits, "relax. You deserve this."

His round chest heaving, and his eyes on fire, he sat back and waited.

I didn't give him long to wait!

Leaning forward, I took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other.

Slowly I began to cup his balls in my hand, all the while pulling up and down on his throbbing meat. After a few moments of this, I knew he was ready for what I really wanted to do for him.

I was on my knees now, and my tits were just a few inches from his straining rod. I knew that would drive him positively crazy with desire, so I did it.

Leaning forward, I took both hands off his cock and balls. Instead, I put them on the outsides of my juicy, oily breasts. Almost as if it was made to fit there, his hard cock slid into the valley between my squishy, slippery orbs. His eyes went even wider as he saw what I was doing, but there was nothing but encouragement in his eyes as he urged me on.

Using my entire torso to set the rhythm, I began to slide his cock up and down between my tits.

"Ooooohhhhhhh.. . " he moaned.

"Like it?" I cooed, increasing the tempo.

In and out his cock slid, each time coming almost to my mouth on the upstroke, then ending up almost at my navel on the way down.

In and out he flew, my oily, fleshy globes slipping and sliding all over my chest.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh . . . "

Then he came, his cock exploding with his sticky goo going all over my breasts and neck. Again and again he spurted, like a volcano erupting, until finally he was spent.

Partially, anyway.

I'd hate to think how long it had probably been since he had had a real fuck, and he wasn't about to stop now.

His cock had hardly gone limp when it started swelling again. This time I didn't do anything except take his hard rod and plug it into my cunt. We were both ready by now for hard fucking.

The only thing I did to change it up a little was to get on my hands and knees and let him take me doggy style from the rear.

"Fuck me Todd, ram your hot cock into my dripping pussy, slam it into me.. . " I gasped, smashing my hips back onto him, grinding against his plunging tool, rotating in a thousand different ways guaranteed to bring his shaft into contact with every inch of starving pussy.

His hands were hanging onto the thick fleshy cheeks of my ass like he was going to fall off any minute, but he didn't.

For what seemed like forever he rode me, jamming his pulsing cock into my yielding cunt.

" Aaaaaahhhhhh.. . "

I could feel the hot come bubbling up inside me.

"Keep fucking me, baby, keep slamming your meat into my juicy snatch . . . don't ever stop . . . fuck me fuck me fuck me . . . "

I was completely out of control.

In and out, in and out, he slammed.

"Ooooohhhhh yesssssss babbbbbbyyyyyyy.. .fuck me like you never fucked before . . . smash that monster into me . . . ruin me . . . blast a hole in me.. . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck meeeeeee aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!! . . . "

When I came it was like a rocket taking off.

I exploded. Completely.

And then I melted.

Dissolved.

My cunt seemed to disappear, creaming uncontrollably as great spurts of my sticky love juice squirted out of my throbbing snatch, running down the inside of my thighs like melted butter.

Then, just as I felt like I was going to pass out, he began to groan, and his throbbing cock began to pulse wildly.

"Ooooooohhhhhh.. . " he rasped, his breath coming in short gasps.

"Come!" I hissed. "Come you bastard . . . fill my cunt.. . come inside my hungry pussy . . . "

His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and suddenly he exploded, wave after wave of his molten come shooting deep into my quivering muff. But it was like he hadn't had enough, and again and again he blasted me with his hot come, until finally he was as spent as I was.

Together we collapsed onto the cool ground.

I closed my eyes.

CHAPTER FIVE

After the afternoon with Todd, I made a point of not having any sex at all until Wednesday. My reasoning was simple; if things went the way I wanted them to when Sylvia and Angela came over for lunch, it would be important for me to be at my best. Being at my best in this context meant being at horny at possible.

Normally three days wouldn't have seemed a long time at all to go without sex, but in my present frame of mind it seemed like an eternity. Once or twice I almost gave in and masturbated, but somehow I exercised enough self control to keep my honey pot hot and tingling.

Wednesday morning I fixed a salmon salad right after Jim left for work, then spent the next two hours preparing for Sylvia and Angela. By the time the doorbell rang, everything was perfect. Beneath my long black robe I could feel my naked body tingle, oiled and perfumed just enough to make me feel like the personification of pure sensuality.

For the first thirty minutes or so the three of us kept occupied with small talk, but there was an air of expectancy in the room that made it clear that something more was on all of our minds than the mundane things we were talking about.

Somehow I managed to keep from staring at the almost perfect bodies of the two other women, although I have to admit that it was not an easy task. Characteristically, neither of them had made any effort to cover their soft curves any more than the vaguest sense of propriety dictated, and the result was that I was constantly assaulted with glimpses of soft, milky tits and red nipples, not to mention tight asses and long, slim legs.

But I didn't mind.

I could tell that they were getting as big a charge out of the way I looked as I was out of them. In fact, if anything they seemed more excited than I was.

But I wanted things to progress slowly, at my own pace. I had business to attend to before anybody started fooling around.

Important business.

"All right, Jennie," Sylvia said, breaking into my thoughts. "You had a reason for asking us here. Now give."

She smiled when she said it, but I could tell that she meant business.

That was fine with me. I was ready. "All right. But first I have to ask both of you something," I said, pausing to see if there would be any objections to my continuing.

There weren't.

"I know that both of you are in The Club. Angela, I heard you the night Jim took me, and Sylvia, it was obvious that this past Saturday night was some sort of test for me. Am I right so far?"

I knew I was right, but I wanted to see if they would deny any of it. They didn't.

"And I take it that I passed both tests without any problems?"

Again there was no objection.

"Then the only thing left is my initiation, which I gather is going to take place this weekend sometime. Right?"

They nodded.

"All right, then. At least you know what I know. And I think you must have figured out by now that I'm not going to be a problem, at least in the sense of making a big stink and ruining a lot of reputations. That's not my style. In fact, I have every intention of going through with the initiation and becoming a full fledged member of The Club. But before I do that I want you ta confirm a few things that I already think I know."

At this point I could tell that they were a little uncomfortable, so I made a big production of going out into the kitchen and making everyone a second drink; chances are we would all need it.

"While I was there I could hear their voices in the living room, but it was difficult to make out exactly what it was they were telling each other. Obviously they knew I was up to something, but it was just as obvious that they didn't know what it was.

I smiled. This was turning out to be fun.

"All right," I announced with a smile that I hoped would convince that what I had in mind wasn't any threat to them. "Now for the big questions."

I took a long pull from my bloody Mary.

"First of all, The Club was originally formed just for men, right?"

Angela nodded. Sylvia just sat impassively; obviously they had decided to let Angela do the talking for the two of them.

"And it was only fairly recently that the wives were allowed in it at all?"

Again Angela nodded.

"And there are still an awful lot of men in The Club whose wives don't know anything about it, right?"

I could see that she was beginning to get the thrust of what I was saying, and she started to smile as she nodded once more.

"And the main reason that most of these women don't know anything about The Club is because their husbands don't want them to know anything about it? And their husbands don't want them to know anything about it because they want to be able to play around without having to let their wives have the same opportunity, right?"

They were both with me now, and I knew that we were all going to get along just fine.

"It seems to me," I said slowly, because this was the crucial part, "that something ought to be done about this situation. Think about it; if our husbands hadn't decided to tell us about it, we could all be sitting around Hollyville not even knowing that there was a chance to do something a little more interesting with our sex lives. It's obvious to me that something has to be done about all this; it just isn't fair the way things are right now. I paused.

Slow smiles were spreading across both of their faces as they comprehended the implications of what I was suggesting.

"And I think I have an idea."

Forty five minutes later we had worked out a plan that suited everybody. I couldn't believe that no one had recognized the situation within The Club for what it was a blatantly sexist situation in which the women didn't have anything to do with anything the men didn't want them involved with.

Well, if things went according to plan, that situation would be radically altered.

Soon.

I suddenly realized that, in the mounting excitement of making our plan, I had forgotten the urges that had been growing within me since Sunday afternoon with Todd.

That would never do.

But I wasn't given an opportunity to initiate anything myself, although in the end I didn't mind Sylvia and Angela were way ahead of me.

"Jennie," Sylvia said sweetly, her eyes running up and down what could be seen of my body through the clinging black garment I wore, "now it's our turn to give you a surprise."

"Just what kind of surprise is it?" I asked, feigning a concern I did not feel. Whatever the surprise was, I knew I would love it.

"Well now," Angela broke in, "it wouldn't be much of a surprise if we told you about it, would it?"

"I guess not."

What were they going to do?

"Look," Sylvia pointed out, "We've agreed to go along with your ideas, so you owe it to us to go along with this."

They had me.

"All right, what do you want me to do?".

"Go upstairs to your bedroom, close the door, take off all your clothes, and he down on the bed. Well be up in a minute."

I didn't say anything. What could I say? Instead, I just got up and silently complied.

As I took off my gown, the cool air of the bedroom hit my nipples, causing them to tighten in anticipation of what was to come. The room was dim; I had drawn the shades earlier.

For a moment I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the reflection of my smooth, firm body. I don't mean to sound conceited, but I liked what I saw. My breasts were full and firm, swelling out from my chest like twin mountains, each capped with a sensitive, straining rosebud.

My waist was narrow, and my hips were full and rounded. But the thing that I liked to look at the most was my crotch. The black triangle was thick and bushy, and when I ran my finger lightly between my legs it emerged glistening with the juices that were trickling from the entrance to my tingling cunt.

Suddenly I heard the sounds of the two other women coming up the stairway, so quickly I stretched out on the king sized bed.

Then I closed my eyes.

Outside the door everything was silent; for a moment I thought that I might have been imagining things when I had heard them coming.

But then the sound of the knob turning told me that I had been right the first time; they were outside the door getting ready to come in. By lying flat on my back I was able to open my eyes just a tiny slit so that I could see the doorway, although I doubted if, in the dim light, they would be able to tell that I was looking.

The door opened.

I almost caught my breath as I saw the naked forms of the two women entering the room. I had forgotten how fantastic both of them looked.

Angela's long blond hair shimmered in the few rays of light that had found their way into the room, while her perfectly formed tits bounced and jiggled as she took two steps to the end of the bed.

Sylvia's skin was much lighter, creamy in texture, while her tits were absolutely huge. The nipples alone seemed too large to fit into a single mouth, while the swelling mounds of flesh beneath them jutted out and down from her body like thick, ripe melons. My juices began to flow. At the foot of the bed they paused, and I found myself getting even more steamed up when I realized how excited they were getting just from looking at my body. Pretending to be half asleep, I groaned and spread my legs a little more, giving them the best view possible of my half parted, dewy cunt lips. Unconsciously Angela began to finger herself, but this lasted only for a moment. Then both of them moved forward.

They were carrying something, but I couldn't tell what it was at first. A bag of some sort, with something in it. Then they were out of my line of vision.

The next thing that happened wasn't altogether unexpected, but still I found myself stiffening.

Their hands grabbed both my arms and pulled them out from my body, spread eagling them toward the bedposts at the upper corners of the bed.

"Hey!" I muttered, opening my eyes completely for the first time. "Quiet!" hissed Angela.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, trying to struggle free of their grasp. But it was no use, besides, I don't think I really struggled all that hard. Why should I?

"Don't ask questions. Just do as you're told." I nodded; there was something in Angela's demeanor that made me comply whether I wanted to or not. It suddenly occurred to me that she was a very strong willed woman.

"There," she exclaimed, obviously in satisfaction. My hands were now tied securely to the bedpost.

A moment later they had done the same thing to my feet. It was a strange feeling to be tied up like that; I didn't know whether or not I liked it.

But they obviously did.

"All right, Jennie," said Angela, "Now what you have to do is very simple. All you have to do is make Sylvia and I both come. Nothing else."

"But I'm all tied up!" I protested stupidly.

"Your tongue isn't tied up, is it?"

"I guess not."

"All right then. How would you like to bury that hot little tongue of yours into my hot little cunt? Does that sound good?"

She licked her lips; she obviously got off on talking like that. But then so did I, and I decided to let her know that I was ready for whatever she could give me.

"Why don't you try me? I'll lick your little juice box like you've never been licked before."

I was straining unconsciously against the bonds now, but it did nothing except to obviously excite them even more. It must have been the sight of my tight, straining thighs that did it, or maybe it was my tits bouncing all over my chest.

Whatever it was, the result was that within ten seconds Angela had planted herself firmly over my face, her long slim legs straddling my shoulders.

Looking up all I could see was her smooth blonde snatch and her white, milky tits. Above them her face looked down at me and she smiled.

"All right, lick it."

I strained upward, my tongue darting out of my mouth in search of her pulsing clit. But I couldn't quite reach her; no matter how much I strained, her cunt stayed just out of reach.

I heard a low laugh from the side of the bed and saw that Sylvia was watching us from just a few inches away, her hands all over her big, jiggly tits.

Frustrated, I sank back onto the bed.

"What's the matter?" Angela asked tauntingly.

"You know goddamn fucking well what's the matter."

"Oh, poor baby, can't quite reach mommy's cunt.. . Here, how's this?"

I watched on, getting hotter by the second, as her supple fingers slid down across her stomach until they were resting on the soft, moist lips that were the entrance to her pussy. Then, slowly at first, she pulled apart the lips to reveal the rich red moistness of her cunt.

I couldn't stand it, but she obviously was intent on tantalizing me.

As I watched, she began to rotate her forefinger around the entrance to her honey pot. After only a few seconds I could see her hot cream begin to flow, beading up around the edges of her quivering pussy, trickling stickily down the inside of her thighs.

"Ooooooohhhhhh.. . " I groaned, fighting to reach it, wanting to bury my face in her crotch, rubbing myself in her sticky fluid until I was covered with it.

But she wasn't ready for that yet.

Next to the bed, I could hear Sylvia's breath coming in short, ragged gasps, and when I glanced over to her I could vaguely see her squeezing and massaging her gigantic melons as she watched Angela finger herself above me.

Faster and faster Angela's finger traced a light path in and out of her cunt, until finally her thick, swelling clit began to push through the protecting skin that up until now had hooded it from view.

It must have been the signal she had been waiting for, because almost as soon as her angry clit became visible, she rammed her crotch into my face with a suddenness that almost drowned me in her steamy essence.

But my stupefaction lasted only a fraction of a second, and then my moist tongue was working crazily in and out of her simmering pussy.

"Oooooooohhhhhh ' yeeessssssss . . . " she moaned, gyrating her hips with thrusts that drove her swollen clit into direct contact with my lips and tongue.

"Lick me.. . suck me . . . suck my cunt.. . "

At first I plunged my tongue deep into her yielding folds, but then I began to work around her clit, flicking and darting my tongue across the sensitive button, wrapping my sucking lips around the throbbing member as I tried to bring her closer and closer to the driving orgasm we both wanted her to have.

Again and again I burrowed my tongue in and around the slit that led into her pussy, until finally I was rewarded by a tremor deep within her that was followed by an even more frantic grinding of her crotch against my lips and mouth.

"Oooooooooo . . . I'm gonna come . . . gonna come . . . gonna,aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"

It was like her cunt melted in my mouth, dissolving into a mass of hot, sticky come that shot out of her cunt and onto my upturned face, covering me with her molten essence as I continued to lick and suck her pussy.

I didn't stop for at least a full minute, letting my tongue and mouth continue to drive her crazy until she couldn't stand it anymore, finally collapsing onto the bed beside me. But I wasn't to have any rest, because Sylvia was more than ready to mount me now that I had finished off Angela.

My face was covered with Angela's hot come, but that only seemed to turn Sylvia on more, and the next thing I knew was that my entire face felt like it was going to wedge itself inside her sloppy, trembling pussy.

There was nothing else in the world how, just my tongue and her cunt. And it wasn't long before she, too, exploded onto my face, pouring wave after wave of her hot come onto me while her pussy was racked with spasms of release.

Finished, I sank back onto the bed, satisfied that I had taken care of both of them with just my tongue. For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably ho more than five minutes, the three of us lay on the bed. The air in the room was heavy with the sweet smell of sex, and I carefully licked my lips until every satisfying drop of the other women's love honey was gone from the parts of my face that I could reach.

I smiled.

Things were progressing nicely.

CHAPTER SIX

I must have gone to sleep, because the next thing I remember is opening my eyes and finding that I was alone in the bedroom. For a moment I almost panicked; what if Jim came home and I was still tied up on the bed?.

But then I realized with relief that Angela and Sylvia had removed the bonds from my hands and feet before they left. Thank goodness for that.

Still naked, I stretched like a cat and smiled. Everything was going according to plan. With the help of the other two women I was certain that the men were going to be taught a lesson they wouldn't forget.

And they certainly deserved it.

But there was something else that began to intrude on my thoughts. At first I wasn't certain what it was; then I knew.

The smell of sex.

It was still heavy in the room.

As I lay there I could suddenly remember almost like it was happening again the feeling of having first Angela's, then Sylvia's cunt thrust in my face, pulsing and gyrating wildly as I licked and sucked each of them to orgasm.

But what about me?

I suddenly realized that the one person of the three of us who hadn't been taken care of was me. That would never do.

I looked at the clock next to the bed and smiled. It was only three o'clock. Plenty of time before Jim came home.

But what was I going to do?

The answer was obvious; in the absence of anything else I would masturbate.

First I reached up with my right hand and touched one of my nipples. An electric thrill ran through me immediately; the tips of my fingers were light and cool. Within three seconds the sensitive bud was taut and straining, searching for the contact with my hand that sent shivers up and down the length of my body.

For a while I worked on my tits, refraining from touching my cunt, saving that until I was really heated up.

Just then I was interrupted by a raucous clatter outside the window. At first I didn't know what it was, but after a few moments my mind cleared enough to let me realize that it was a lawn mower in the back yard.

Lawn mower?

Yes, of course. It was Wednesday afternoon. Each Wednesday after school the fifteen year old son of one of our neighbors mowed our lawn for us.

I tried to forget about him, forcing myself to relax and pick up where I had left off a few moments before. But I had no sooner placed my hands on my tits than a string of revelations hit me with a force that caused me to forget what I was doing and revise my plan for the remainder of the afternoon.

Of course!

The boy in the yard was Tommy Howard. His father was Wayne Howard. Unless I was way off target, Wayne Howard was one of the leaders of The Club who had never let his wife know anything about its existence. Hmmmmmmm.. .

And to top things off, little Tommy was just about the horniest fifteen year old I had ever seen. At least he was that way when it came to me.

All summer long, whenever I had been at the yard sunbathing while he was cutting the grass, he had taken every possible opportunity to sneak a peak down the front of my bikini, trying like crazy to catch a glimpse of my nipples.

Then I had been put off by his attitude, feeling so conspicuous that I had usually given up and gone inside.

But not now.

I was definitely a changed woman. Now I was going to do exactly what I wanted, and what I wanted was to fuck that little fifteen year old cock until it was ready to drop. Both for my sake and because the idea of fucking Wayne Howard's pride and joy had a certain poetic justice to it that appealed to' me.

Served him perfectly right.

And the amazing thing was that I didn't really care whether Wayne or anybody else around here found out about it. I was rapidly discovering that this town was absolutely crawling with people who acted like they were model citizens but were fucking each other like there was no tomorrow the minute they were safely inside The Club.

And besides, little Tommy would love it.

Hurriedly I set about preparing myself for what I was about to do. My cunt was already dripping in anticipation.

Five minutes later I was dressed in my very smallest bikini and standing at the entrance to the patio door. Through the glass windows I could see Tommy in the back yard, and for the first time I realized that he was a good looking kid.

He looked kind of short to me, although I suppose that for fifteen he was about average. But his body was tight, muscular, and as he worked in the afternoon sun without a shirt on, his sweat made the muscles glisten brightly.

Involuntarily I touched the crotch of my bikini. It was already wet.

This was going to be fun.

Towel in hand, I strode across the patio and out into the sunlight. Finding a patch of grass that he had not yet clit, I stretched out on the towel, waving cheerfully to Tommy as I did so. He returned the wave, his eyes growing wide at the sight of the tiny bikini I was wearing; all summer I had been more modest than this.

Lying on my stomach, I untied the strap holding up my top, ostensibly to keep from getting a white streak in my tan.

But that was definitely not my real reason.

At the rate he was going, Tommy would have to pass very close to me within just a few minutes. When he did I would be ready for him.

As I lay there I felt like a cat waiting to pounce on its prey. It was an incredible feeling; one that I was coming to recognize as one of the most exciting things about sex.

The first time he passed by I just pretended to be asleep. The mower was far enough away that the sound was not as startling as I wanted it to be when I made my move. And besides, I needed to look convincingly asleep in order to pull my plan off.

The second time he was a little closer, but still I waited, feigning deep, heavy breathing.

Finally, the third time he passed, I knew it was perfect. The mower was no more than five feet from my feet when I put my plan into motion.

Acting like I had suddenly been awakened from a deep sleep, I jumped up into a sitting position, forgetting, ostensibly, that my top was unfastened.

The results were commendable.

My tits jumped free, bouncing crazily as I looked around stupidly.

Tommy's eyes went wide.

Still I paid no attention to my tits, letting him get a good view of their milky, naked whiteness. Then I shook my head as if I was finally understanding what it was that had awakened me.

Ruefully I shook my head and smiled at Tommy, who was still staring at my tits like he had just seen a ghost. Only then did I pretend to notice that my top wasn't on.

Quickly, with a pretense at embarrassment that I did not feel, I covered myself up.

Tommy just kept staring, his eyes locked on my chest.

I knew I had him.

Pretending to suddenly become angry, I signaled for Tommy to clit off the engine of the lawn mower. Looking nervous, he complied. Then I spoke to him.

"Tommy!"

"Yes ma'am?"

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"Did what?"

He looked terrified.

"You tried to startle me so I'd jump up and forget about my top!"

"No ma'am, I wouldn't do something like that. Honest."

"Bullshit."

He swallowed. I don't think he ever expected to hear me talk like that.

"I want you to come inside with me right now."

Without waiting for him I turned and stalked into the house, making certain that my tight, rounded hips swayed provocatively all the way.

Inside I made him sit down at the kitchen table. "Now, Tommy, I want you to tell me the truth."

"I told you the truth. I didn't do anything except mow the lawn." He looked like he might burst into tears.

"Tommy," I said sternly, "do you think I'm so stupid that I haven't know you were trying to get a look at my breasts all summer long?"

He went positively white.

"Well?"

He still didn't say anything.

"All right then, if you won't talk I'm going to call your father." As I spoke I got up and reached for the phone.

"No!"

"No what?"

"Don't call my father."

I smiled.

"All right. I won't. Not now, anyway. Now tell me the truth."

"Well, there's not much to tell. I mean, I really didn't do anything today. Really . . . but the rest of the summer, well.. . "

"Well?"

"I just used to try to see if I could look down your front. That's all."

"And did you ever see anything?"

"No."

"Until today."

He didn't say anything.

"Well," I said, trying to keep a stern look about me, "now that you've seen my tits I don't guess there's any point in me hiding them any more, is there?"

He just looked at me like he didn't understand. So I took off my top.

I thought he was going to choke at first, and then he turned his head away so he wouldn't be looking at them.

"Tommy! Look at me. This is what you wanted to see, isn't it? My naked tits?"

Slowly he nodded his head. I could tell that, among other things, he was having difficulty believing that I would talk like that.

Feeling delightfully wicked, I continued.

"And I bet that's not all, is it Tommy? I bet you used to go home every night and take your little cock in your hand and jack off like crazy thinking about my tits. Right?"

He just stared at me. "Now come here."

He moved forward slightly.

"Closer."

I reached out and pulled him forward until his face was practically touching my nipples. Then, finally, I let the cold edge leave my voice, and when I spoke again it was barely in a whisper.

"All right, Tommy, now's your chance. Now you can let all those hot jerk off sessions come true. Do you know what I'm saying?"

Slowly he let his eyes travel up my body until they met mine.

He understood all right, he just couldn't believe it.

"Suck my tits, Tommy, put my nipple in your mouth and suck it."

Slowly, his lips practically trembling from a combination of fear and desire, he reached out and took one of my taut nipples into his mouth.

I could feel a. thrill shoot through me at the forbidden touch of this child's tongue and lips as they began to dart and flick all over my tender tit, but I forced myself not to show what I was feeling. Not yet, anyway. It was too early for that. As he Anally began to relax a little, he began to attack my nipples with a vengeance, licking and sucking like there was nothing else in the world.

I smiled, then pushed him away. He looked up at me in confusion.

"Follow me," I whispered huskily. A few moments later I stood in front of him in the bedroom. The smell of sex was still in the room, and it only served to excite me more.

"Stay there," I cautioned him, and then, as he watched me hungrily, I pulled my bikini bottoms over my hips and let them fall to the floor.

Now I was completely naked.

The ' hungry look on his face was strangely exciting. I was ready for him.

"Now it's your turn, Tommy."

He complied with a frantic quality that was almost comical. In five seconds he was as naked as I was.

His cock was not large, but it stood out like a small cannon in front of his tightly muscled body.

"Now come over here, Tommy."

He walked forward, his eyes never leaving my naked body. When he was just in front of me I dropped to my knees so that my head was just a few inches in front of his straining prick.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" I asked him, already knowing what the answer would be.

He nodded.

I knew that if I let him fuck me right now he would come before his cock got all the way inside me.

That would never do.

"All right, Tommy, how would you like me to take your hard cock and put it in my mouth?"

He nodded. It occurred to me that he was so steamed up that he probably couldn't have said anything if he had wanted to.

Quickly I reached out and with one hand cupped his tender, swollen balls and with the other began to massage his pole.

Up and down my hand flew on his young cock, while from below my fingers played with the tight sac and its two tender balls.

He looked down the whole time as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening, but that was the last I saw of his face for a while.

Leaning forward, I plunged his hot little rod deep into my mouth, letting it hit against the back of my throat All the while I kept my hands working on his cock and balls, helping them to slide stickily in and out of my gobbling mouth.

It didn't take long.

Thirty seconds after my hand first touched his cock he exploded into my mouth, sending hot waves of his young seed flying into me, shooting against my palate.

I swallowed every drop as he groaned and writhed in my grasp. Finally I had licked him dry, and I let his half erect shaft slip out of my mouth.

Then I looked up at him, my lips shining with his come.

"That's just the start, Tommy. Just the start."

Then I stood up and fell back onto the bed, my simmering cunt wide open and waiting for him.

"Now eat me, Tommy, eat my cunt. Bury your face in it and eat me."

He looked confused, and it occurred to me that it was possible that he had never even thought of this aspect of sex. .

Well, there was no time like the present for him to learn.

Firmly I guided his head down until I felt his lips touch the hot moistness of my pussy. Then, with a final shove, I sent his questing mouth and tongue deep into the yielding wetness.

"Oooooohhhhhh yeessssssss . . . eat me . . . . eat me up . . . suck my juices, Tommy . . . suck me.. .

It took him all of about thirty seconds to get the hang of it, and after that he needed no encouragement at all.

Harder and harder he worked on me, and I could begin to feel my familiar tingling that meant I was going to come.

But I didn't want to come from his tongue; his little cock in my pussy was what I was really after. So quickly I grabbed his hips and rotated them until he was turned completely around and his cock was within reach of my mouth while his mouth worked on my cunt.

It was half erect, but even in that state it showed signs of coming to life again.

After I put it into my mouth it was no longer half erect; it suddenly pulsed into a full, throbbing erection.

"Now, Tommy," I croaked hoarsely, "fuck me." With a wildness that took my breath away he plunged his prick into my steamy cunt. In and out, in and out it flew, smashing into me like a rabbit. Harder and harder he pumped, his little pecker not quite filling me up but satisfying me nonetheless.

"Oooohhhhhh yesssssss Tooooommmmmmm mmmyyyy . . . fuck me . . . fuck my cunt.. . do it all, Toommmmmyyyyy . . . do it all.. . "

I was out of control now, writhing and wriggling like a snake as I tried to get his little cock to bring me to orgasm.

"Make me come, Tommy, make me come hard.. . "

The sound of my voice seemed to drive him crazy, because he responded by redoubling his efforts, gyrating and thrashing so that his pulsing tool found its way into every inch of my dripping, quivering cunt.

But still I couldn't come. I knew I had to do something, and I had to do it fast if I was going to be satisfied.

Without warning I wrenched my body upward, twisting and turning until suddenly he was on his back and I was on top of him facing toward the foot of the bed. Then I spread my legs like I was doing a split and plunged myself down onto his cock, driving it into me as far as it could possibly go.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh.. . " I groaned as his prick suddenly made it to the deepest corners of my honey pot.

Up and down I flew, driving onto his tool like a wild woman. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his eyes behind me as he watched my ass bounce and jiggle with each thrust. But still I needed more help if I was to come. And I was definitely determined to come. So, still bouncing and driving up and down on his cock, I brought both of my hands down to the front of my cunt. I grabbed my clit, massaging it like the world was about to come to an end, while we still plunged into each other.

He was groaning now, and I knew he was about to come for the second time. But it didn't matter.

Deep inside me I could finally feel the buildup that I had been striving for.

Harder and harder I smashed into him, ah the while working my fingers on my clit, until suddenly it seemed like I was a champagne bottle with the cork about to explode.

"Ooooohhhhhh . . . aaaagggghhhhhh!"

Violently we came almost together, his tool spewing its juices while my cunt spilled over with my honey. Wave after wave of sensation rolled over my heaving body as I sought to milk every shattering, dissolving instant from the frozen moment of my climax.

Finally it was over.

I fell onto the bed, exhausted.

I turned to Tommy.

"You'd better go home now."

He nodded.

At the doorway he turned and looked back at me, still naked on the bed.

"Can I come back next week?" he asked. It was the first time he had spoken since we had entered the bedroom.

"We'll see," I smiled.

I doubted it. I couldn't remember when I had ever worked so hard for an orgasm.

With a start I realized that it was after four. I didn't have much time to get cleaned up before Jim got home.

Shit, No rest for the weary.

CHAPTER SEVEN

I spent the rest of the week working out my plan and putting it into effect. For the most part it was difficult, delicate work, but in the end I was rewarded with at least one pleasurable experience that I hadn't anticipated.

My task was, at least on the surface, a fairly simple one. I had to make contact with the wives of the men in The Club who had never been told about what they were missing out on. But the problem was that I had never met many of these women, and I didn't really know how they would react to the news I had for them.

Angela and Sylvia had made it very clear to me that I would be running a distinct risk of destroying The Club entirely if I didn't handle things properly. By telling the wrong people about it I could really jeopardize everything, since all it would take would be one old biddy on a crusade against it to throw The Club in such turmoil that it might never be able to function again.

And I certainly didn't want that.

So first of all I spent some time with Angela and Sylvia finding out who the obvious losers were. This way I didn't waste my time by going around to any of the wives who were stuffy matrons; they obviously would not be interested in doing what I had in mind.

But even after this first elimination had taken place, there were still far too many women left for me to see in two days. At first I tried to get Angela and Sylvia to go out and contact some of the others, but they refused categorically to do anything more than supply me with the necessary information.

I couldn't really blame them; in fact, when I stopped and thought about it I realized that it was surprising that they were helping me out at all. After all, they had a lot to lose by what I was doing, and relatively little to gain.

But still, they came through when I needed them.

After I told them that there were still too many women for me to see, they helped me narrow the group down by telling me that there was some sort of inner committee within The Club. This committee had ten men on it, and they were the ones who were responsible for all the major decisions that were made within the organization. Of these ten, only four had told their wives about the club's existence, or at least only four wives had ever come to The Club. It was conceivable that the others might have been told and decided that they didn't want to have anything to do with it.

At any rate, this gave me a small enough group to work with, and so T set out to see what I could find out about recruiting the six remaining women to take part in the little episode I had planned.

Before I went to see them, however, I carefully worked out a story about why I was coming to see them, just in case I got terrible vibes from them the moment I walked in.

It was good that I did.

The first woman that I went to see was Lee O'Ryan. It was obvious from the first five minutes that she was not the kind of person I was looking for. Not that she wasn't attractive; she was. But she was the most uptight woman I had seen in a long time. It was obvious why her husband didn't want her to know about The club, just as it was obvious why he felt the need for a little sexual variation.

To tell the truth, I simply could not imagine this women making love to anyone. Not even her husband. Everything about her was mechanical, from the way she incessantly chain smoked to the tight, structured way she walked across the room.

I got out in a hurry.

The next person was a lot better. Her name was Jackie Sommers, and she was a cute, pixie blonde who was full of life and attractiveness.

After some initial wariness, I decided to go ahead and tell her everything I knew and see what happened. Predictably, she was surprised.

"I don't believe it." She shook her head from side to side.

"Well, it's true. Believe me, I was surprised just like you are."

"But Roger and I have a great sex life."

"I'd say his must be a little better than yours," I laughed, trying to keep things as light as possible.

"I don't know about that."

"What do you mean?" I could tell that she was thinking about something else.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that, well, you know what it's like to sit around the house all day and be bored. Well, I just sort of drifted into it, you know, nothing really important."

"Drifted into what?" I thought I knew what she was saying, but I wanted to hear it come from her.

"Having an affair."

"Well, still, do you like the idea of him keeping all this from you?"

"No."

"Neither do a lot of other people. Women just like you."

"You mean there are others?"

I nodded. For a long moment neither of us said anything. Then I spoke.

"Some of us think it's time we gave them a taste of their own medicine. Are you interested?"

At first I thought she wasn't going to say yes, but then she looked up at me and nodded. I smiled back at her. I had my first recruit.

The next three women I saw were each just as surprised as Jackie had been, and two of them agreed to go along with my plan. The third, Susan Ellison, chose not to believe me. She said it was impossible for something like this to be going on in Hollyville. I didn't argue with her.

And then I went to see Charlotte Le Jeaune.

I had never met her before, but had heard a lot about her from various people. In fact, I had heard so much about her that it had been a distinct surprise to find that she was one of the wives who had not been included in The Club.

Charlotte was tall and slender, so much so that the only accurate word I can think of to describe her is 'slinky'.

That she was sexy goes without saying.

When I walked into her living room she was half lying on a velvet divan against one wall. Her hair was brown and clit fashionably short, while she wore a flowered dressing gown made out of the thinnest, sheerest silk I had ever seen.

Very little of her body was hidden.

For the first time since before ah of this started, I found myself feeling less than desirable. It wasn't something that I could put my finger on, but the total aura of sophisticated sensuality that clung to Charlotte like an expensive perfume somehow made me feel foolish and provincial.

"Welcome," she purred as I stood uncomfortably in the doorway, "please come in and sit down."

"Thanks," I answered, trying not to let on the way that I was feeling.

"Can I get you some coffee, or perhaps a drink?"

I started to refuse, but then I noticed that she had a drink in her hand and there was a pitcher on the table in front of her.

"Thanks, I'll have whatever it is that you're having."

She nodded and poured me a glass of the clear liquid. I took a sip and found that it was pleasant enough; something like a gin and tonic but with a bit more lime. I started to ask her what it was, but decided against it. There was no point in appearing any more ignorant than was absolutely necessary.

For a while we made small talk as I tried to work up to the real reason for my visit. She had a barely detectable accent, French it seemed, although I couldn't be certain. As we got to know each other a little better I began to feel slightly more at ease, although the warm glow that started to creep over me probably had as much to do with whatever it was that I was drinking as it did with Charlotte.

One thing was for certain, though. The longer I sat there looking across at her all but naked body, the hotter I got.

Finally I began to drop hints about The Club to see if she knew anything about it.

She did.

"Oh, you mean that silly organization that Charles goes to on the weekends. His little 'fuckfest', I call it. Yes, I know about that."

I almost choked on my drink.

"Doesn't it bother you that he doesn't let you go with him?"

"It would if there were any real men in that club who I wanted to make it with."

"Oh," I said, somewhat confused. I had not anticipated this kind of response from anyone.

"Here, have another drink," she purred, offering me the pitcher. I accepted it gratefully. Then she continued to talk. "None of the men I knew really interest me in the least, including Charles. I satisfy myself other ways."

She looked at me strangely at this point, and I could tell that she was looking for some clue as to whether or not she should continue.

"What kind of 'other ways'? " I asked lightly, and hopefully provocatively. I was practically creaming in my panties.

"Oh. Well, not everyone can appreciate them."

Try me."

I was surprised at my brazenness in the presence of this woman, but I was frankly curious and more than a little turned on. I took a big gulp from my drink and felt the pleasant warmth of the liquor spreading through my body. Almost unconsciously I half spread my legs in the open invitation for her to take a glance at my moist panties.

She accepted the invitation, then rearranged herself on the divan so that her right breast was almost completely visible to me. It was small, but perfectly formed with a milky whiteness to the flesh and a soft, pulsing excitement to her nipple that was almost too much to bear.

"Well, you see," she began, stretching with a feline grace that exposed more of her creamy skin to my hungry gaze, "I find that I like two things better than men."

"Which are?"

"Women and Richard."

"Who's Richard?" I asked stupidly, not knowing what to expect. "Ahhh," she murmured, shaking her lovely head from side to side, "Richard is, shall we say, a rather exceptionally well endowed friend. Much better than any of the men around here."

"Oh. I see," I said, nodding intelligently.

"Tell me something, Jennie," she asked, her eyes looking hard into mine.

"What?"

"You like women, too, don't you?"

"Yes."

"How would you like," she began minxishly, pulling aside her wispy top so that her right breast was completely exposed for the first time, "to take my warm breast into your mouth and suck on it?"

I didn't say anything. There wasn't anything I could say; the sight of her naked tit was enough to make me forget about anything but getting it in my mouth.

I nodded.

"Come over here."

A moment later I was sitting at her feet, my head held tightly against her chest by her long, slim arms. Her taut, trembling tit was just a few inches from my mouth.

Carefully, savoring every moment, I began to lick her skin, letting the soft creaminess linger on my tongue as I began to work my way up to the small, perfect globe that was her breast. After a few moments of moving upward I suddenly felt the gently swelling bulge beneath my tongue, and a moment later I touched the taut, straining bud that was her nipple.

"Mmmmm.. . " she murmured, guiding my head with her hands.

I began to lick and suck it.

Her breast was firm in my mouth, and as I became more excited I opened my greedy mouth wider and wider, taking in a greater portion of her milky mound.

"Take it all, baby, take my whole little tit into your hot mouth . . . " She was obviously as horny as I was, so I did everything in my power. At' first I didn't think I would be able to get it all into my mouth, but then little by little I succeeded in taking it in until finally my entire mouth was filled to overflowing with her juicy, squishy tit.

"Yessss . . . now suck it.. . suck it hard . . . " Her voice was low and husky as she urged me on, but I was so lost in the taste of her succulent orb that I could hardly hear the words she was saying.

Her whole tit was sloppy with my saliva now. Harder and harder I sucked, until it seemed like her firm mound was rooted to the back of my palate.

I had never thought much of small tits before, but this was fantastic!

Then suddenly she pulled away from me and stood up. I looked up at her, watching for the first time her lust hungry face. The tit I had been sucking was naked to the air now, and its entire surface glistened provocatively in the light of the room. The nipple was as erect as anything I had ever seen, and I found myself wanting to wrap my hungry lips around it and finish what I had already started.

But she had other ideas.

Slowly a wicked smile spread across her features. Then she spoke.

"Take off your clothes."

Silently I complied. Thirty seconds later I stood naked in front of her, my breasts heaving in my passion as I thought about what might pass between us in the next few minutes.

"You like it?" I asked, half surprised at the forwardness with which I would raise such a question.

But somehow it seemed appropriate. At least Charlotte didn't seem to mind. She only smiled and nodded, then slowly began to take off her clothes.

By the time she was naked, I knew that she was one of the most seductive women I had ever seen in my life. Just the way she lingered teasingly over every piece of clothing was enough to send my hot cream spurting out between my legs.

She was fantastic!

Then, without moving any closer to me, she sat down again. Even in that position she seemed long and slender, her tiny white tits poised and ready for action, her slim waist and long, slender legs limber and unconstructed.

Once again she smiled.

Then, while I watched with what must have been wide eyes, she began to finger herself.

First she crossed her legs like she was going to meditate, but meditation was definitely the last thing on her mind. Even before she touched herself, the lips of her perfect cunt were spread wide and waiting for her hands to take control.

The lips were bright red, contrasting excitingly with the dark brown hair of her bush. Several drops of her honey were already visible on the hairs near the entrance to her pussy, and as her fingers first touched home a glistening rivulet of passion began to pulse from the opening.

Her fingers first spread the lips wide, revealing the inner wetness of the pulsing skin within. Then, with an increasingly excited rhythm, she began to rub her cunt, flicking her finger in and out of the dark hole, smashing it deep into the steamy recesses of her passion.

After a few seconds of this her clit began to swell, protruding angrily from beneath the protective hood of membrane that covered. At first she ignored it, but as it became larger and larger she started to touch it, just a Little at first, then with greater and greater frequency.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was the largest clit I had ever imagined! Even as I watched, it continued to grow, swelling and pulsing with each flick of her finger, until finally it seemed like it was almost as large as her little finger was.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to have her.

I had to wrap my tongue around that fiery organ, feel it jump in my mouth. "No."

I looked up. Her face was still contorted with passion, but she was smiling in a strange way as well.

"Why?"

"Not yet. You must do the same to yourself."

I didn't understand, but at that point I would have done anything to get at her cunt.

So I started to play with myself.

Now I certainly knew that there was no way my clit was going to be as big as hers was, and I hoped no that wasn't what she was interested in.

Trying to mimic her, I started out by spreading my cunt lips, then running my finger in light circles ah over the juicy slit.

Tingles ran through my entire body, and I could feel the hot honey pouring out from between my legs, making my snatch wet and dripping with my own juices. At first my clit remained hidden, but as I kept rubbing myself it began to swell, growing larger and larger until it too was visible, a bright red cylinder that pulsed and quivered with excitement.

But it was still only a third the size of hers.

Well, that was the way it would have to be. After all, her tits were only about a third the size of mine.

"All right," she said in a low voice, her eyes on my crotch, "now I'm going to get Richard." Then she was gone.

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do while she was gone, but my instincts were controlling me more than my mind was, so I continued to masturbate.

I rolled my back against the divan so that I could really see my cunt, and the sight of the hot, sticky entrance was more than enough to make me forget about everything except the task of capturing the elusive orgasm that flitted about inside me like a butterfly.

I wanted to come.

Harder and harder I drove, grinding my crotch against my hand, bumping and rubbing until I felt like I was going to burst. Deep inside me I could feel something growing, a tiny spot of white hot light that threatened to burn a hole in me if it didn't find a means of release.

I had to come!

Just then the door opened and 'Charlotte returned. I stopped what I was doing. She was carrying a leather bag with something in it.

"Where's Richard?" I asked, breathing heavily from my exertions.

"In here," she answered, gesturing to the bag. I didn't know what to say. She sat down in front of me and began to Withdraw the contents from the bag. The first object looked like nothing more than a long, soft strip of leather. But when I looked at it more closely I realized that beneath the leather exterior it was nothing more than an electrical cord.

Then carefully, slowly, she pulled out the second object.

So this was Richard!

It was phenomenal. I had never seen anything quite like it.

I guess you would call it a dildo but somehow it seemed more than that. First of all, it was about twelve, maybe thirteen inches long, and so big around that when she held it in both hands her fingers just barely were able to encircle it.

And Charlotte had long fingers.

I couldn't tell what it was made out of, although it appeared to be some sort of plastic that was firm, but still could bend slightly.

Just like a real cock.

"Wow!" I whispered, when the impact of all of this hit me.

She only smiled. Then she took a few more things out of the bag, including a vial with some sort of oil in it and some other things.

But I wasn't looking at anything except that magnificent dildo! It was incredible!

I guess I was pretty much aware that some women used these things, and had even seen some pictures of some of them one time.

But they hadn't been anything like this.

As I looked at it I noticed that it had an interesting feature at the base. All the way at the bottom there was a projection about two inches long that curled out and upward from the rest of the shaft. At first I couldn't imagine what it was for, but after looking at it for another few seconds I suddenly realized its purpose.

Of course!

It was better than a real cock. At least right now it seemed that way because I suddenly realized that when the tool was completely inside, the projection at the bottom would easily touch and stimulate the only thing that a real cock couldn't reach while fucking. A woman's clit.

This was definitely going to be interesting.

While I took all this in, Charlotte made certain that everything was ready, first attaching the cord to the base of the enormous black tool, then plugging the entire apparatus into the wall socket at the end of the divan.

But still she wasn't ready. . With my cunt absolutely creaming like hot butter I watched as she dipped her hand into the small container of oil, and carefully coated every inch of dildo with the slippery liquid. Soon it glistened brightly over its entire length.

Then she reached behind herself and flicked a switch located somewhere on the leather covered cord. Immediately I could hear a low, barely discernible hum and I could see from the way she was holding it that the huge black cock was vibrating rapidly.

"Mmmmmm . . . " she murmured, sliding her hands up and down the tool like it was a real cock. Then she looked at me and spoke, her lips hardly moving, "Me or you?"

"You," I answered firmly. She smiled. It was obviously what she wanted to hear.

While I looked on with my hot juices pouring out of me onto the soft carpet I was sitting on, she slid gently back until her back was resting against the soft velvet of the divan behind her.

Then she spread her long, slinky legs. For a moment she released the black shaft in her hand, allowing her slim fingers to play tantalizingly at the wet entrance to her half parted cunt lips.

"Do it.. . " I half whispered, barely aware that I was speaking, my eyes never leaving the juicy opening to her pussy. "Ram that black monster into your hot little muff."

The sound of my voice must have had an effect on her, because she stopped fooling around and got down to business.

Slowly at first, as if she wanted to savor every inch of the giant dildo, she began to shove the humming, pulsating shaft into her steaming cunt.

"Ooooohhh . . . " she practically squealed as the penetration began. "Nice . . . soooo niiiice . . . "

At first I couldn't believe that she was ever going to be able to cram it all into her, but it quickly became apparent that she knew her cunt's capacity better than I did.

After she got it in about a quarter of the way, she slid it back out a little, then pushed it in again, further this time. Again and again she repeated the process, her juicy lips spreading wider and wider until finally, unbelievably, only the base of the shaft was visible at the opening of her pussy.

Then, while I watched like a statue, she began to rotate the vibrating tool until the projection that stuck out from the rest of it was lined up with her quivering, finger sized clit.

"Mmmmm.. . " she purred as the little black tendril suddenly came in contact with the sensitive organ.

With her eyes closed she made some adjustments and then flicked another switch. Suddenly the little black projection began to vibrate wildly, while all the time the huge tool continued to pulse and hum inside her cunt.

I couldn't believe it.

It was like someone had suddenly taken over her entire body. She squirmed and writhed like a wild animal. I'm sure she forgot completely that I. was there.

But that didn't matter.

In fact, nothing seemed to matter at the moment except for that slick black monster in her cunt.

She heaved and wriggled like nothing I had ever seen before, her hands roaming wildly over her slim body, massaging her apple hard tits one moment, searching into her asshole the next.

I suddenly realized, almost as if through a haze, that I was fingering my own hot cunt like crazy. I took my hand away at first, but ten seconds later it was back on my hungry clit like it had a mind of its own, so I just gave up and settled back to watch the show, my sticky fingers slipping in and out of my crotch while my juices poured out of my cunt and onto the insides of my legs.

Across from me Charlotte was on the verge of coming. I watched as the main shaft continued to pulse inside her wide, distended cunt, while at the entrance the extra little finger buzzed wildly as it flicked back and forth across her enormous, swelling clit.

Now I knew why her clit was so big.

She must do this all the time!

I could feel myself beginning to bubble up inside as the hot come shot toward the opening of my simmering chamber, fighting to spurt from me in a final spasm of release. I started to hold back, but it was no use. I was going to come and nothing was going to stop me.

And so was Charlotte.

She came first, and I think it was watching her climax that sent me over the top. First she began to smash her quivering legs together in thrashing jerks that seemed to take the breath from her. All the time this was happening her clit was swelling and growing under the flicking and darting control of the two pronged tool within her.

Then finally it happened.

The last time her legs came together she practically lifted herself into the air, so powerful was the tremor that shot through her body.

Again and again she jerked and quivered, as a series of flashing explosions seemed to fly through her entire body until in the end she couldn't stand it anymore and ripped the quivering tool out of her body.

When she did, I couldn't believe what J saw.

As soon as the glistening cock had been jerked out of her passion hole, hot, sticky come began to shoot out of her with a force that sent sticky wads of her honey all over the velvet material beneath her.

But she didn't care. She was beyond caring.

Wave after wave of her gushing come shot out onto her legs, spewing out of her slit like a volcano erupting, but as it happened all she could do was lie on the divan and groan helplessly.

"Oooohhhaaahhhhheheeehhh . . . " she purred, the sounds running indistinguishably together in a shivering amalgam of sensation and imagination.

I couldn't stand it any longer..

I could feel myself starting to come, but there were still a few seconds left.

That would be all I needed.

Quickly, recklessly, I reached out and grabbed the shining dildo from where it lay on the floor, still pulsing and humming with a vibrating force that made my fingers tremble at the first contact.

Then, with all the force my lust could provide, I plunged the monster all the way into my hot cunt in a single thrust that practically drove a hole through the deepest walls of my pussy.

"Aaaaggghhh!" I practically screamed as the horse sized shaft nearly split me open.

Incredible!

I exploded immediately, feeling my cunt suddenly open up wider than it ever had before, then slam together with a force that left me gasping on the floor.

But that was just the beginning.

Again and again the spasms shot through me, and the vibrating monster inside me still pulsed and quivered uncontrollably.

Wave after wave of my hot come shot out of my deepest parts, but still the massive tool was like a plug that kept the honey from being released. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer, and with a movement as wild as the one that had first impaled me, I jerked the humming dildo from my cunt and hurled it to the floor.

Suddenly released, my juices poured out of me with all the intensity that Charlotte's had a few moments earlier. I lay back and smiled, my dripping pussy pulsing wetly onto the soft carpet beneath me.

"So tell me about what you want me to do," Charlotte cooed softly, sipping her drink a half hour later.

"Could I have another drink?' I asked, knowing that she wouldn't be fooled by the obvious stalling tactic, but needing a few moments to collect my thoughts nonetheless.

While she was taking care of my request, I quickly ran over in my mind what I had accomplished so far. Sylvia and Angela knew what I was up to, and so far today I had only one definite recruit Jackie Sommers. I still needed Charlotte.

But would she be right for what I had in mind?

There were some problems with that. First of ah, she knew about The Club, but just didn't see anything ah that appealing as far as the people in it were concerned. I hadn't anticipated having to deal with anything like that. Oh well.. .

"Well?" she smiled wetly as she served me my drink, "are you going to let me in on the big secret?"

"I hate to seem so silly about it; it's just that I hadn't anticipated meeting anyone who knew about The Club and just didn't care."

"Like me."

I nodded.

"Let me tell you something!" She took a big swallow from her drink, and for the first time I thought I detected a hint of vulnerability in her coolness. "My husband doesn't really know that I know about it."

"You mean "

"Yes. It's true that I don't have much interest in the people in your 'Club'. But it's also true that Charles has never given me the chance to go there even had I wished to."

It was strange to suddenly be able to understand Charlotte now, after what had passed between us earlier. She was an angry woman, an empty woman.

I suddenly knew she would be with me.

Now it was just a matter of waiting until Friday.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Friday was a busy day. First of all, I had to call Jackie and Charlotte and made sure that they understood the arrangements. Then there were a thousand other things to be done, not the least of which was to contact Angela and Sylvia so they would know what to expect at The Club that evening.

But I managed to get it all done by mid afternoon, which was just as I had planned it all along. Tonight was going to be a big evening, and I was intent on being ready for it like I had never been ready for anything in my life.

First I took a nap. It wasn't easy, but I did manage to sleep for a little while. At any rate, my body got a good rest, and that was what was important.

Afterwards, I felt like a racehorse waiting for a chance to run; my whole body was awake, alive with anticipation of what might happen tonight at my initiation.

The next stage of my preparation was to take a long, luxurious bath so that absolutely nothing about my body would be left to chance.

Standing naked in front of the full length mirror as the hot water filled the bathtub, I wondered vaguely whether it was my imagination, or whether I really did look better than I ever had in my life.. .

My breasts seemed to have gained a new authority in the last week, jutting out from my body with a firm fullness that found its fulfillment in taut, straining nipples that just begged to be licked and sucked.

But could anything about me have really changed that much in just a week? Well, probably not physically, anyway, although the mental changes were too obvious to argue with.

"Mmmmm . . . " I purred as I climbed into the hot, lightly scented water. It seemed to massage and caress my whole body with little fingers of fire. After a few seconds, I became aware that there was another fire besides the one caused by the water, a familiar fire that began as a tingling in my crotch.

I smiled.

Not just yet. Tonight I was certain that I would get all I could take. And maybe more. At least, if what I was planning to have Jackie and Charlotte do didn't work out the way I hoped it would, there was a good chance that I would get much more than I wanted.

But that wouldn't happen, I reassured myself. Everything had been too well planned. Still, there was an aura of excitement that went with the anticipation of my little plan that made me shiver just a little, even though the water was hot.

Don't be silly! Nothing could go wrong. After all, I was only giving them exactly what they deserved. And after it was ah over, the point having been made, I would have done a lot of women a favor.

"What's the matter, Jim?" I asked, suddenly aware that he hadn't said anything since we left the house ten minutes ago. We were on our way to The Club and I was high as a kite, but he seemed down about something.

"Nothing," he replied, his eyes staring straight ahead.

"Nothing my ass," I grinned, trying to snap him out of it. It was no use. For a few moments we traveled in silence while I tried to figure out what to do. What was wrong with him? This wasn't like him at all.

Come to think of it, he hadn't really been himself all week. But why?

Suddenly I was ashamed. I had been so busy with my own plans that I had scarcely paid any attention to him at all since this whole thing had started. Not to mention the fact that I had fucked just about everybody else in sight except him.

Well, it served him right, I told myself, remembering that he had been going to The Club all this time without letting me know about it. But then another thought hit me. While it was true that he had been coming to The Cub for who knows how long without telling me about it, the fact remained that he had at last decided to share it with me. If he hadn't come to that decision on his own, I'd still be sitting home alone like I had been for so long.

I had to admit that looking at it like that put an entirely different light on things. The important thing wasn't that he had kept it from me for so long; it was that he had decided to spread the wealth around at all.

And he had taken something of a chance to do it. If I had flipped out the previous week when we went to The Club, that would have been the end of everything right there. Not only for me, but for him as well.

Hmmmmm.. .

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing. You just keep your eyes on the road, sweetheart," I purred, sliding across until I was practically sitting in his lap.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely, running my hand along the inside of his thigh.

"Sorry for what?"

"For not paying any attention to you."

He didn't say anything, but I could feel him relax. He had always been like that; reassurance meant everything. But I was out to give him more than reassurance right now.

"Now, how would you like," I cooed, slipping my hand inside his belt and running my cool fingers quickly down to his crotch, "to have a little fun?"

"Jennie! I'm driving."

"I know. Betcha never got a blow job while you were driving, did you? Don't answer " I cut him off as he started to say something, "I'll assume the answer is no."

I looked out the front of the car. The road was empty and fairly straight, and would remain that way for at least two or three miles.

By now I had his cock out of his pants, and I was playing with the limp tool while I tried to decide whether or not to go through with it.

Jim gave me my answer. Or rather, his cock did. It started getting stiff.

"Mmmmm . . . " I murmured, blowing lightly on his rod. I began to stroke it, moving my hands up and down the growing length until finally it was fully erect. Jim wasn't saying anything, and his eyes never left the road. But I could tell by the way he was straining his hips forward so that his cock would almost touch my half parted lips that he wanted me to do it.

First I just let my wet tongue creep out and flick lightly against the head. I could taste a tiny drop of his fluid at the entrance to his tool.

Then I began to let my darting tongue find its way up and down the entire length of his shaft until after only a few more seconds his cock was shining in the dim light.

"Suck it, Jennie, suck my cock . . . " He was with me now, and I decided that I was going to give him the absolutely best blow job he had ever had in his life.

With my left hand I managed to free his balls from his underwear, while with my right I continued to stroke his purple monster. A moment later I had wrapped my lips firmly around one of the soft, succulent eggs that hung between his legs.

"Aaaahhh.. . " he groaned, and almost lost control of the car for a moment. Through the haze of my growing passion it occurred to me that this might result in both of us getting killed in a wreck or something, but somehow it didn't seem to matter.

His ball was salty in my mouth, and I was careful not to hurt him as I licked and sucked on it. I could feel the skin of his scrotum draw up tightly in excitement, but still I worked to gather more of him into me, letting the: folds of soft skin pass into my gobbling mouth while my palate formed a cup around his balls.

All the time I was doing this, I kept sliding my other hand up and down the length of his shaft, folding the skin over the head of his cock with each thrust, then pulling down until my hand was almost touching my mouth.

Finally, when I could tell that he was getting impatient, I released his bag from my mouth, and then slowly, tantalizingly, I began to work my way back up his shaft until in the end my hungry mouth was poised just above the tip of his cock. With a single wild gulp I drove myself down on his bulging shaft, shoving his cock into first my mouth, then my throat, until suddenly I could feel my mouth touching the wiry hairs at the base of his shaft.

I had taken it ah the way in.

For a long moment I didn't move, instead just holding on and feeling his hugeness as his cock filled my throat so that I felt like it was going to burst.

Then slowly, luxuriating in every sweet inch, I began to pull back, sliding his slimy tool inch by inch until finally I was once again poised at the top.

"Cmon, Jennie, suck it! Quit playing around." With a sticky laugh I went to work in earnest, plunging my mouth down onto his cock, then pulling it back, then repeating with an ever increasing tempo until I could feel his rod begin to tremble and shudder as the boiling come started to rise up inside him.

Up and down, again and again I flew, my lips curled tightly around the slick purple head of his cock, my tongue flattened out against the bottom of my mouth to form a warm and willing tunnel for his cock to travel through with each thrust.

Suddenly I knew he was coming.

His hips strained upward wildly, his cock grew half again as large as it already was, and suddenly my entire throat was spattered with hot, molten come as again and again his shuddering tool shot hot jets of his jism against the back of my throat.

Hungrily I gobbled down every bit, making certain not to let any of the sticky juice escape.

Finally he was finished, but still I kept my lips warmly folded around his shrinking cock until it had gone completely limp. Only then did I release it and raise my head up from his lap.

We were almost there.

I recognized the houses along the side of the street.

Well, this was going to be interesting, I smiled at Jim, my lips still sticky from his come. He smiled back. He was at ease now, and I was glad for that.

I felt poised and ready to take on the world. It occurred to me that I should put some perfume on, since I would probably smell like sex after what I had just done to Jim.

But then I had to laugh at myself. Why try to cover it up? What could be a more perfect fragrance to be wearing than a man's come, considering what I was about to have happen to me at The Club.

CHAPTER NINE

As Jim and I walked down the steps into The Club, I have to admit I felt a little strange. So much had happened since the last time I walked down those same steps just a week ago; it was hard to believe that the initiation was finally going to take place.

But I was ready.

Apparently, however, I was going to have to wait a while before anything happened. Unlike last week, when the bar had been almost empty upon our arrival, the entire lounge area was filled with drinking, chattering people. It was almost like a normal cocktail party; in fact, for the first ten minutes or so I had trouble believing that these people, most of whom I had known for years, were really the same people who made up The Club. I don't know exactly how to explain it, because it wasn't like I hadn't been aware since the previous week of who would probably be here for my initiation.

It was just that they all seemed so normal.

But then I guess there really wasn't anything that abnormal about what was going on, or at least if it was abnormal, the fact that everyone was standing around with cocktails tinkling in their hands and carrying on perfectly normal conversations was enough to lend an air of legitimacy to the atmosphere.

While Jim was getting us drinks I felt rather conspicuous; it may have just been my imagination, but it seemed like most of the men in the room were sneaking glances in my direction as if they were looking forward with keen anticipation to whatever was going to happen to me.

Well, so was I!

At least that was what I kept telling myself. And beyond that I was looking forward to the little surprise I had planned for the people here once the initiation was over.

"You look nervous," Jim smiled as he offered my drink to me.

"Who, me?"

My hand was shaking just a little as I took the cocktail from him. Stop it! There was absolutely nothing to be upset about.

Nothing.

"Surprised at anybody you see?" Jim asked. .

"Not really," I said, looking around the room at the rest of the people. The men outnumbered the women, although not by as great a margin as I had anticipated. Most of them were middle aged and were either people that I knew from Hollyville or else were people that looked vaguely familiar.

"What about Hunter Thompson?"

"He's here?" I asked, somewhat incredulous at the idea of the dictatorial principal of the junior high school being here. He was something of an institution in Hollyville by now; even when I was in junior high school he was a man to be feared by any student who got into trouble. But it wasn't the fact that he was so stern as it was the fact that he was so incredibly self righteous that made me surprised to find out that he was here.

"Right over there," Jim said, gesturing discreetly with his drink. I saw the tall man with gray hair standing across the room from us. An involuntary shiver ran through my body; I guess I still had a bit of fear left over from junior high, even though I had been what you might call a model student.

"He's in charge of initiations."

"What?"

I must have looked terrified, because Jim smiled and threw his arm around me. I took a long swallow from my drink.

"You need to relax," Jim said.

"I know. Get me another drink."

Fifteen minutes later I had finished my third drink, and I have to admit that the more I drank the more confident I became. So what if Hunter Thompson was in charge of what was going to happen to me? I was more than a match for anybody they could come up with. In fact, just thinking about the rest of the evening started my cunt tingling.

I was ready.

About half an hour after we arrived, people began drifting out of the bar into the little booths that looked down on the small, dimly lit stage. Only now I could see that it wasn't really a stage at all, but was just sort of a room with a bed and a couch and some other things that I couldn't quite make out. All in all, (and my drinking probably had something to do with this) I felt pretty comfortable.

Then Hunter Thompson started across the almost empty room to where I was standing with Jim. A moment later Jim was gone, and I was standing alone with the tall, powerful man.

"Hello, Jennie," he said, smiling a not so warm smile.

"Hi," I answered in a voice that I have to admit sounded kind of small and tentative.

"Come with me." I went.

He took me around the fringes of the lounge area and then into a hallway. I got a little confused, but eventually we ended up in a room with a couch and a bed.

I sat on the couch.

He stood for a few moments looking down at me with that same smile on his face, then turned and went over to the wall facing the end of the bed.

Relax, I told myself. I forced myself to think about nothing but the pure joy of getting fucked. It helped considerably.

Then I noticed that Mr. Thompson (I couldn't even think of him by his first name) was fiddling with something along one of the walls.

"What're you doing?"

"Just a minute and you'll see."

It was just about then that I noticed that the walls weren't exactly walls; they were simply some Roll of material drawn tightly over the surface of whatever it was that was underneath it.

I didn't have to wait long to find out.

Suddenly he finished what he was doing and one whole sheet of material dropped away, revealing that the wall it had been covering was nothing more or less than a mirror.

"Wow!" I said, unable to help myself. Then I just looked on in amazement as one by one he did the same thing to the rest of the walls and the ceiling.

"You've got to be kidding," I said, looking at five different reflections of myself. "Who picks up the tab for this place?" I just couldn't believe ah the things I was seeing around here.

"Nobody ever said the Club's cheap. Would you like another drink?"

"Why not?"

A few moments later I was working on my fourth cocktail in an hour. Carelessly, and with no particular motive in mind, I crossed my legs, giving the man across from me an excellent view of the soft whiteness of my thighs.

"Tell me something, Hunter," I said, beginning to relax at last.

"Anything, my dear," he answered magnanimously, sitting down next to me on the couch with a drink of his own.

"What in the hell," I began, speaking slowly, distinctly, "do you need all this mumbo jumbo bullshit for?" I knew I wasn't making a lot of sense, but it didn't seem to matter. I mean, here I was, somewhere inside The Club, waiting for who knows what, and sitting in a room that was completely covered with mirrors. It was beginning to be too much to take. "What do you mean?"

"All this," I said, gesturing to the mirrors, "and everything else, too. I mean, enough's enough."

He didn't answer immediately, so I continued, warming to the subject as I felt a warm, semi-drunken flush rise across my features.

"Listen, Hunter, fucking is fucking no matter how you dress it up. And a good fuck's a good fuck and a bad fuck's a bad fuck."

"Which are you?"

Suddenly I realized that he was looking at me intently, a hard fixation in his eyes. "The best."

"Is that right?" he asked, reaching out with his right hand and running it along my shoulder. Immediately my juices started to flow. "And how many men do you think you could take care of?"

"Now that," I said reflectively, shifting my weight so that my panties rubbed my crotch just a little, "is an interesting question."

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"How many?"

"Are you serious?" He was.

"All right," I told him, thinking about it, "at one time I could handle three."

I had to admit that it was an interesting idea, but I didn't have long to think about it, because almost before the words were out of my mouth he was standing up in front of me.

"All right, then, you'll have a chance to prove it. But first," he said, and smiled again, "I want you to stand up."

I stood up.

"Now don't move."

He reached out and began to unbutton my blouse. With the first rush of cool air I felt my nipples harden. A moment later I was naked to the waist. He looked on with approval, then began to unfasten my skirt.

"Wait," I told him. "Let me do it."

He nodded, then stepped back.

A few moments later I stood completely naked in front of him. It was a strange feeling; all I could think about was that he was my junior high school principal.

But I definitely wanted to fuck him. And I could see from the bulge that was already forming in his trousers that he was just about ready to fuck me.

"What about the initiation?" I asked tauntingly, dipping my finger into the sweet honey of my cunt, then waving it in front of his nose.

With something on the order of a low growl his control seemed to break and he lunged forward, grabbing me by the shoulder and throwing me onto the bed. I just lay there, my legs spread wide so he could get a good view of my hot and open cunt.

Quickly he undressed, and I have to admit I was impressed by what I saw. He may have been getting up in years, but his tall body was trim and lean, and his cock was, well, it was just about as big and angry as anything I'd ever seen.

"I'm waiting, Mr. Thompson," I said, feeling like a junior high school girl about to get precisely what she deserved. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"

"Turn over."

"What?"

"You heard me. Turn over."

Beginning to have my first misgivings, I turned over onto my stomach. For a few frozen moments I was intensely aware of my white ass sticking up in the air in front of him.

"Ah right. Now get up on all fours."

"What're you gonna do?" I asked, but I think I already knew the answer.

"Shut up and do it."

I obeyed. This was getting a little bit weird, but there was nothing I could do about it now. That much was for certain. I might as well roll with the punch.

Suddenly I felt him behind me, and I knew what he was going to do. It may sound a little strange, but I had never had it in the ass before.

Never.

Obviously that was about to change.

Firmly he grabbed both my white ass cheeks and spread them apart.

"Relax!" he commanded. I tried to comply, but it was easier said than done. But then he did something to help me.

I didn't know what it was at first; I guess I had my eyes closed by now. But I could tell that there was something hovering near the entrance to my cunt, His mouth.

First he just breathed on me, letting his warm breath fan my dripping honey pot, but then he let his tongue dart out and lap up some of the juices that were pouring out of me.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm.. . "

Now he began to work more vigorously, causing me to all but forget my concern about my asshole.

Harder and harder he licked and sucked, letting his expert tongue dart in and around my swelling clit, then plunge deep into the recesses of my steamy pussy.

Imperceptibly at first, then with more regularity, he began to slide his tongue out of my gyrating pussy and along the tender channel that led to my asshole. I could hardly tell what he was doing, nor did I really care at this point. It felt so good!

"Mmmmmmmmmm . . . more . . . suck me, baby, suck me hard . . . "

He didn't say anything, and before long I realized that it was no longer his lips and tongue that were on my cunt; it was his fingers. His mouth was firmly placed on my asshole, and his tongue was licking all over the dark brown sphincter, making it wetter and wetter as I found myself inevitably giving in to the fantastic combination of his hand on my cunt and his mouth on my asshole.

"Yessssssss . . . all right, suck my asshole . . . suck it.. . "

Then suddenly his tongue darted inside me. I don't know how he did it; I had to be tight down there, but a completely new shiver ran through me as his wet probe found its way inside me. I squirmed and wiggled, unsure of what I wanted to happen next, but knowing that what was happening right now was just fine. But he wasn't about to stop there. For just a moment I felt both his hands and his mouth leave my body, but then almost immediately his mouth was replaced with something else. I knew it was about to happen.

And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

With that in mind, I forced myself to relax, and as I did so I suddenly felt the presence of his massive tool as it began to push and prod at the tight entrance to my ass.

No way.

But then I forced myself to relax even more and suddenly it happened. The muscle that was holding me so tight, suddenly went limp and the head of his cock made its way into me.

"Aaaahhhh!" I groaned, unable to help myself.

"Easy," he warned, and I went back to concentrating on relaxing. It was an incredible feeling; everything was so tight!

Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to wedge his meat into me. With each tiny advance I was assaulted with new sensations as muscles I never knew I had began to open up and let his monster find its way up into the dark recesses of my anus.

After that seemed like an eternity he was only half way in. But still he kept pushing, and I have to admit that I found the whole thing more exciting than I ever would have imagined. It was like suddenly being a virgin again.

Harder and harder he pushed, until I was certain that I could never take any more. But still he came on, his hard rod pressing forward as muscle after muscle that I never even knew I had gave way to his persistence.

Finally, unbelievably, he was all the way in!

T could just imagine what he was seeing, looking down on my widespread white ass and his cock completely inside my asshole. Even as the thought crossed my mind he began to slowly push forward, then pull back. With each stroke he couldn't have moved more than half an inch, but to my bursting body it seemed that I was going to explode any minute. "Aaaagggghhhhhh!" I groaned, but then everything started to spin as he continued to drive his pulsing meat in and out of my tight hole.

Harder now he rocked back and forth, and I could hear his breath coming in short, ragged gasps through the haze of pain and excitement that was enveloping me. A strange, throbbing presence was beginning to make itself known within me. It was different, yet somehow I knew just what to do.

Gently at first, then with more boldness as my confidence grew, I began to rotate my hips to meet his thrusts. I began to lose track of what hurt and what felt good; somehow it didn't seem to matter. I just wanted to take him, all of him, in my gyrating ass.

I could feel myself building to something, but what it was I never got to find out. Behind me his breathing became heavier, and the suddenly I screamed as his cock exploded inside me, shooting like a cannon into my wounded guts. He seemed to lose track of everything in that moment, driving and plowing into me while all I could do was strain to get away.

And yet I didn't want to get away.

It was strange, contradictory, but no matter how much it hurt, I wanted to take him all, to not let a single drop of his sticky love juice fall anywhere but inside the tight confines of my no longer virgin asshole.

Finally it was over.

His cock was still inside me, but I could feel it shrinking. As it grew smaller, I began to get turned on again, strange as it may sound. I guess it makes sense, although at the time I was in such a haze that nothing seemed to matter.

Vaguely I felt him disengage himself, and I fell in a heap onto the mattress in front of me.

For a long time I drifted, half asleep on the bed. I might have gone to sleep, but I think I stayed at least half awake until I became dimly aware that I wasn't alone in the room any more.

I made a point of opening my eyes, and when I did I have to admit that what I saw went a long way toward really waking me up.

Three men. It looked like I was going to have to prove just exactly what I meant in my statement I had made earlier. Just about now that statement was beginning to sound kind of rash.

Three men at once?

I had said I could do it.

Then all of a sudden I realized that one of the men was Jim. He looked a little uneasy, but he'd obviously been drinking as much as I had and was ready for some action.

But what about the others?

Suddenly I recognized them as well. One was the same person who had been in the movie and on the stage a week earlier fucking the blonde woman.

And the third was none other than Charles LaJeaune. Charlotte's husband.

Well.

If nothing else that would make it all worthwhile.

I started to say something, but decided against it. This time I was going to be ah action. Just the thought of taking care of all three of them at once was starting my honey flow ah over again.

Dreamily, I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs. My cunt was still wet from before. With the three naked men looking on, I started to run my fingers up and down the creamy whiteness of the inside of my thighs.

Almost immediately their cocks started to get stiff. The big one, the stud from the movie, began to move forward toward me, but Jim and Charles held him back.

Now I could tell that I had them going, and I just wanted to get them as primed and ready as possible because I suddenly knew that I wasn't going to be satisfied to just take care of ah three of them at once; I wanted to make sure that they all came at once, too.

Thrusting my pelvis in their direction, I allowed my fingers to dip for the first time into the simmering depths of my eager cunt. When they emerged shimmering in the dim light, I could tell that there was no way I was going to hold them off any longer.

At first, I wasn't certain exactly what was going to happen. I knew I wanted to take them ah, but I didn't know exactly how.

The problem resolved itself rather quickly.

The three of them suddenly descended upon me, and before I had even had a chance to direct them to where I wanted them, the big blond man had rammed his huge cock into my waiting pussy.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh . . . " I groaned, but the sounds were hardly out of my mouth when Jim slammed his cock between my lips, almost gagging me in his excitement Then I could feel Charles straddling my chest so that his cock was firmly entrenched in the valley between my tits, and his hands were pushing on both of them from the outside so that the thick, ripe melons practically encircled his prick.

Suddenly everybody was heaving and humping, while I wildly tried to take care of all the incredible sensations that I was being struck with at once.

Jim's cock was slamming harder and harder into my mouth, driving firmly against the back of my throat, while Charles was sliding in and out of the tunnel between my tits.

And all the time that big stud whose name I didn't even know was plowing into my wriggling, jumping cunt.

Somehow I kept track of them all, and even with all my concern for taking care of them, I found myself getting off on the sensations that were hitting me from every angle.

But then, somehow, I began to remember that I had a point to make, something to prove. I wanted to show these people something, and this was the beginning.

Somehow I got control of the situation then, and began to get some idea of how far along each one of them was.

The results were commendable, if not phenomenal. I may not have made them all come at once, but no more than ten seconds elapsed from the time that the first cock exploded in my cunt until the last one shot its wad into my eager, sucking mouth.

For fully thirty seconds there was nothing in the world for me but cocks and come, shooting and spurting onto my body, into my mouth, into my insatiable pussy. Wave after wave of the sticky stuff shot through me and onto me and into me, but still I thrashed on.

Finally it was over.

The three men were spent.

But I wasn't. In fact, I felt like I was just getting good and warmed up. Still, I knew it would be a long night, so I was satisfied for the moment.

One by one the men left. The last one to go was Jim, but before he left he spoke to me.

"That's it." He looked tired but happy.

"That's what?"

"The initiation."

"What? I thought...I mean, well, I was under the impression that I was going to have to do something in front of the whole club."

"You just did."

It took me a while to catch on, but when I finally did I felt stupid. Of course.

The mirrors weren't mirrors at all. Or rather they were mirrors and then some. Two way mirrors. And this 'room' was nothing more than the stage where I had seen them have sex a week before.

A week? It seemed like a year at least.

I had to laugh at myself. After all my big preparations for the initiation, I had let the entire thing happen without even realizing that it was taking place.

"Are they still watching?"

"Probably not. What would you be doing if you had just watched what we did?"

"Fucking."

He nodded.

I just shook my head.

I needed another drink.

CHAPTER TEN

For the next two hours I concentrated on drinking and getting ready for my big moment when I put my long awaited plan into action. The only problem was that the closer it came to the time to actually do it, the more I began to wonder' whether it was really as great an idea as I had thought it was.

I decided not to worry about that just yet.

Instead, I more or less basked in the glory of the unwitting performance I had just put on.

The way things worked, I found out, was that as the various couples' in the booths satisfied themselves in whatever way they wanted to, those who had finished began to drift back into the general area of the bar and lounge.

There, for the next hour or so, the general attitude was for everyone to have a few more drinks and recuperate from the evening's first round of sex. Most everyone emerged from their booths completely dressed, although I did notice one or two women who were wandering around semi topless or whatever. At any rate, it didn't seem to matter.

One of the stranger things about it all was that no one actually said anything to me to indicate that they had actually seen me do anything out of the ordinary, and yet from the number of discreet and not so discreet propositions I got, it was easy enough to tell that my 'show' had been a smash hit.

All in all, everyone seemed mainly intent on making me feel relaxed and at ease before the evening progressed any further. I wasn't exactly certain what was scheduled to happen later on, but it was evident that the night was far from over.

At least for most of the people.

But what began to bother me was that a few of the men who were there without their wives were beginning to drift away, obviously because it was getting about as late as they could legitimately make excuses for themselves when they got home.

I knew I had to move fast if I were going to do anything at all, so downing the last of my current cocktail I quickly set about making the necessary preparations.

Ten minutes later I was signaling for everyone's attention. It took about thirty seconds, but finally they were all quiet and looking at me.

"I know this is a little bit out of the normal sequence of things, but I brought something I'd like to show you all before anybody else leaves,"

At that point I paused for a moment and looked directly at Dick Sommers and Charles La Jeaune. I wanted those two, more than anyone else, to watch what I had to show. When I knew that I had their attention, I continued.

"You see, when I first found out about The Club I was, to say the least, surprised. But I wasn't as surprised as you might think, though, because after living in Hollyville most of my life I know exactly how sexually bored a person can get. So my only complaint was that I hadn't found out about it sooner."

Again I paused. There had been a ripple of laughter at my last statement, which suited me fine since I was definitely getting a bit nervous about alienating a lot of people. Still, it was too late now to stop. I had to go through with it. Taking a deep breath, I forged on.

"Well, what I've got to show you tonight are some home movies of what I used to do and what some of my friends used to do to take care of ourselves before we knew about The Club. In fact, my friends still do it, since they haven't been invited into The Club. At any rate, why don't we take a look at it?"

There was a murmur of approval just as I had expected; these people would be glad to see any hot film. Or at least that was what they thought. I wasn't so certain that ah of them would want to see this one.

The lights went down and everybody turned to the screen as the white leader played through the projector. Then the movie began.

It was just what I said it was a home movie. But it was in color, and the people in it, if I do say so myself, were exceptionally good looking.

The first shot was of our house, and then the camera went inside to the bedroom.

I was lying on the bed.

Ah I had on was a housecoat, and it barely covered anything. Slowly, almost like I was half asleep, I began to masturbate.

When I really got going at it the camera zoomed in on my cunt, showing the red, wet lips and my fingers as they plunged in and out of my hot muff. I could hear some groans in the crowd, and I knew that so far everything was going fine.

Then the door opened.

The camera showed a woman's body as she stood in the doorway, but didn't show her face. She was long and slim. Then it cut back to me on the bed, but I apparently hadn't noticed anything.

The body walked softly across the floor until she was standing next to the bed. Then she climbed in with me.

Only when the two of us started kissing and grinding against each other like there was no tomorrow did the camera show the other woman's face.

It was Charlotte.

I heard a few gasps, but by now the film was moving so quickly that nobody could do anything but look on helplessly.

For about a minute or so Charlotte and I licked and sucked each other all over our bodies on the screen.

Then another body appeared in the doorway.

Again, the third body walked across to the bed without the identity being revealed until the three of us were in bed working like crazy on each other. Only then did it pan up to the blonde, pixy features of Jackie Sommers.

This brought even more gasps of surprise from the audience. I was loving it.

Then, on the screen, I got up and walked out of the picture. For a while just Jackie and Charlotte were on the screen, licking and sucking each other until both of them looked like they were about to come. But finally, before that happened, the door opened again.

This time it was a man's body.

His cock was rigid and about nine inches long. My mouth watered just looking at it. (Just like it had when I had shot this part of the movie. The man's name was John, and he was the guy that Jackie had been having an affair with all along. He had been working the camera up until the time I got out of the bed and walked out of the picture.)

Once again the camera followed the body as it walked across the room to the bed. But this time it didn't show the face; instead it zoomed in on the faces of Jackie and Charlotte as they reacted to this magnificent stud who had just walked in on them.

Then the two of them climbed off of the bed and, starting at his knees, began to lick their way up until both of them had their mouths and tongues all over his cock and balls.

After that, they simply proceeded to give him what amounted to a dual blow job that ended with his cock exploding all over both of them, hot come shooting onto their faces and into their mouths until finally the two women sank back, satisfied smiles on their faces.

And then the screen went white. The film was over.

And of course, the best thing about it was that the face of the man had never been shown.

Everyone was looking at me with various expressions ranging from delight to anger when the lights came back up. I tried not to react to them. When I spoke again I looked directly at Charles Le Jeaune and Dick Sommers. Both of them appeared more than a little shaken by what they had just seen their wives doing on the screen. I smiled. It served them absolutely right. "There are a lot of men in The Club whose wives don't even know that it exists. I know, because I was one of them for the past three years. But that's all right; we women look after ourselves when we have to, just like this film shows. I'm glad to be here, but I know that there are a lot of wives who aren't here just because their husbands have never given them the chance. But that's all right, because like I said before, we women can take care of each other if our husbands won't." Then I smiled again.

I knew The Club would never be the same.

THE END
Warmed Up Wife ....(61k)    by Mark Smith




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