Too often the sexual practices of the average American couple have little or nothing to do with behavioristic reality. To put it another way, most men and women don't practice what they preach, and they don't say what they really feel when they do their preaching.
Most couples live in peace, many have "arrangements," some mates simply turn the other way when one partner steps out of the marriage bed. Conversely, many divorces stem from one-night flings.
In all of these examples the level of sexual maturity is on the grade-school level. Total and complete honesty in sexual matters is the only intelligent, adult approach to this most deep-seated and vital of all bodily functions.
In the story that follows, Neva does not truly understand all of her own sexual drives. She rapidly discovers that young boys are a wondrous delight, that their smooth young skin does something to her that no adult male can duplicate. She finds herself with a most willing set of boys on her husband's baseball team!
But soon the adult world is thrust upon her in the form of an angry father, and she must meet a new challenge head-on.
Neva and her husband had an agreement that it was permissible to step outside the marriage bed, if the facts were duly reported to the partner. Psychologists tell us this is what they term a stop-gap stage of the marriage development-that such an arrangement is not really a solution nor a phase that will last long, since it develops a kind of competition and a keeping track to see who is ahead of whom.
Psychiatrists say that such a marriage relationship must push out and develop new criteria for operation; that the "agreement" will soon result in friction, shattered confidences, broken promises, and eventual total breakdown of the marriage contract.
For most couples the "agreement" stage is short, and with added years the couple swing back to fidelity and satisfaction with one another on an exclusive basis.
The more active partners, who find this arrangement not suitable for them, usually drift away from marriage. When their need is this great, there are several opportunities open to them. A partner might become an active "floater," working the bars, parties, and any known swinging singles club in the area.
In some cases, such "swingers" freeze up totally once they have left the regularity and convenience of marriage. A few such sexually hyperactive individuals may find a new mate with the same level of need that they have.
Most husbands and wives go through some sort of sexual development on the social level. This may come early in the marriage, or midway, or in the "dangerous" years. The same old thing and the same old positions can become mentally and emotionally belittling after years and years.
Neva Stoner, the heroine of this book eventually discovers that there is something more in sexual activity than small boys and her husband, and as she learns, it both strengthens and enlivens her marriage, making it stronger and happier at the same time.
Neva's solution to what could have become a dangerous and hazardous pastime worked remarkably well for her, partly because she included her husband and his wants and needs in her final answer.
Would Neva's way work for you? You're the only one who can answer that question-and before you can do so, you'll have to read the book. We think you'll enjoy Neva.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Neva Stoner stood near the windows in the living room and watched the kids straggling by from the junior high. She was a big woman at five-feet-seven, but she didn't look big.
Neva pushed a strand of red hair out of her eyes and let her hand fall toward her breasts. Damn it, no, she scolded herself. But hell, what would it matter? She was so worked up now, she was ready to scream She'd wanted a good session this morning with Sam, but they had slept in. She got to play with him while he shaved, then he kissed her tits and ran off to catch his ride.
Her hand rubbed her perfect breasts through the light white blouse. There was no bra. She loved this new braless fashion. A bra just got in the way of action. Her hand darted in between buttons and caught her right breast, tweaking the proud, tall nipple, and Neva wanted to groan. Damn, she was hot! Just her own hand had gotten her fuck-ready in two minutes flat.
She watched two big teenagers stroll past, and in a whirl she wondered what they would look liked naked. She could almost see the heavyset one stripping down his pants. His jockey shorts would be bulging out with that big sweet dick, and she'd be on her knees...
"Hi, Mom, I'm home!"
Neva jerked her hand out of her blouse and struggled to get her sex-drugged mind back to the present.
"Yeah, you sure are! Hi, Tracy, how was school?"
She turned, not remembering if the damn button of her blouse was fastened or not. That was when she saw that Tracy wasn't alone. Jim was with him, a kid he palled around with sometimes, and now that this was the second week of Little League, he would be around more.
Jim was a dream, the prettiest boy Neva had ever seen. He was about Tracy's height, but blonde, with wavy hair, worn with the "dry look" over his ears and cuffing his eyebrows. His face was beautiful, with light blue eyes and clear perfect skin. His shoulders were even starting to widen out, although he was only thirteen, like Tracy.
"Jim! Hi, Jim-See, I remembered your name. Want some milk and cookies? She was smiling as she asked it, but she was watching the boys. Somehow she couldn't take her glance away from Jim's crotch. His pants were tight in the fashion of the minute, and he had a good-sized bulge down there. Jim must have a good set of balls, to bulge out that way! She thought about it as she went to the kitchen to get out the bottle of milk and a plate of cookies.
Neva almost giggled as she laid the things out. Goddamn, she was fantasizing again, wondering how she could get Jim alone so she could play with him. All she'd need to do would be pop out one breast, and he'd be so wide-eyed she could walk right up and feel his little crotch good!
Before she could carry it any farther, the boys ran into the kitchen, each with a baseball glove and cap.
"What kind of cookies, Mom?"
"Shut up and drink your milk," she said, swatting Tracy on the rump ass he went past.
Jim laughed and looked at her, then took his glass of milk and drained it. Tracy got half of his down, then dropped off the stool next to the kitchen bar and ran for the door.
"Don't eat up all those cookies!" he called. "I got to take a ... I got to go to the bathroom!"
Jim laughed and waved.
Neva didn't know why, but she felt the hot blood boiling inside her. Why the hell not? She moved up to Jim and stood so close to him her big tits almost touched his shoulder. She bent down, her face close to his.
"Jim, you want to have some fun?"
He looked at her with a small frown, and hunched his shoulder as he chewed on the cookie.
She slid onto the just-vacated stool and let her knees spread around his. Her hand opened two buttons on her blouse, and she saw him gulp and put down the milk glass. She pulled her blouse open, exposing one breast as she watched him. His eyes bulged, his mouth came open and he began to breathe fast.
Neva watched him and it sent a wild thrill through her. Damn, he was something!
"Jim, you ever seen one that big before?"
He shook his head mutely.
"You want to touch it, feel of it?"
"Yeah!"
"Go ahead, I want you to, Jim!"
When his fingers touched her hot, pulsating breast, she moaned softly and leaned forward for more. He didn't know how to pet her, but just his hand there sent her into a frantic state of mind. She couldn't keep her hands off him. She stroked his cheeks, leaned in and kissed his soft sweet lips, then moved her hand to his crotch. She rubbed the heavy lump there and watched him wiggle. She had to see him naked, had to see him stripped and his prick waving hard, hot and ready!
"Ouch!" she said softly, looking down. He had both hands on her breast now, squeezing. "Hey, easy, I've only got two!"
He looked up and grinned, pushed her blouse back and held her other tit.
"Boy!" he said, shaking his head in awe. "Biggest damn tits I ever saw!"
Neva tried to unzip his pants, but she couldn't. "Do it for me," she said. He did, pulling out his hard prick.
Neva almost fainted. He was so beautiful, so young and tender and marvelous! She caught the sleek shaft with its faintly purple head. How long could he be, maybe four inches'? She stroked it once and Jim groaned.
"About twice more and you're gonna have a handful of cum!" he said.
Neva grinned. "You've got lots more!" She knew his hands were devouring her tits. It was marvelous, her whole body tingled, and she felt her juices begin to seep out to form a wet spot on her panties. She hadn't felt a thrill like this since her first big petting scene back home. Her mind raced back to that great summer when she found her breasts had reached the thirty-six-inch point...
That had been a great summer. They had been at the lake for two months while her father commuted on weekends, and all she had to do was swim and boat and have fun learning about boys. She did. Two had rushed her, until she chose one, the shyer of the two. She was almost sixteen and had been kissed and pawed at a few times, but up to then had controlled the situation so she never had to run home.
The second day after she told Paul she wanted to see just him for the rest of the summer, they went fishing in a rowboat. There weren't many other boats on the water then. They both decided to wear swimsuits in case they wanted to swim too.
Paul had rowed to the middle of the lake so they had a half mile on each side of them, then stopped and moved down to the seat beside her.
"You ever been kissed in a boat before?" he asked. Paul was just over sixteen and experimenting himself. She shook her head and leaned toward him. He kissed her, but as he did his hand covered one of her breasts where the bikini-top somehow managed to hide most of her tit. Neva gasped and pulled away from him, but his hand stayed on her bikini-top. She started to say something, but he began to rub her through the soft cloth, and before she knew what was happening it felt so delicious, so thrilling, so sexy fine, that she didn't want to tell him to stop.
A few minutes later they were sitting in the bottom of the rowboat on the pillow. Hi had slipped one cup of her bra down and was petting her white breast gently.
"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, Neva." he breathed, choked with emotion. But she barely heard him. She was watching the front of his swim trunks. The bulge in his tight suit was fantastic! She wanted to reach out and touch it but she didn't, leaning back on the pillow until she was almost lying down in the boat, letting the warm sun pour down over her breast.
Paul didn't say anything for a moment; he watched her, then bent and kissed her again as he petted her breast. He bent lower and kissed the swell of her tit, then again until he was at the very top, where he kissed her nipple.
"Oh, Paul, that's so thrilling!" she cried in sudden overwhelming emotion.
He kissed her nipple again, then took it between his teeth gently, and she groaned. A moment later he had exposed her other breast over her quiet protest, and was kissing the new territory.
He was almost lying on top of her now as the boat swayed in the gentle wave action of the lake. When he shifted, she actually felt the lump in his crotch. It must be big as a pole! she thought, shuddering slightly.
He kissed her lips again, then leaned back. "This seems kind of unfair," he said, his voice husky with excitement. "I mean, I'm looking at your breasts, and..."
"Oh, yes ... I guess in a way it is..."
He took her hand and laid it on his trunks directly over his hot prick, and she gasped.
"Is that all you?"
He laughed. "Damn right!" Then he looked at her curiously. "Ain't you ever seen a real one before ... I mean a real ... you know ... penis?"
She blinked. She'd never even heard a boy say that word before. But somehow it didn't matter. She nodded. "Sure, but just little boys-you know, when I was baby sitting and I had to help them go to the bathroom."
Paul laughed. "Yeah,, you can help me go to the bathroom any time!"
It made her cry. Suddenly it was so grotesque, so wrong. What had been soft and sweet and wonderful had turned sour and bitter. She pulled up her bra top and sat stiffly, facing away from him.
It took him a half hour to get her to sit in the bottom of the boat again. One rowboat had passed them, the fisherman waved and rowed on.
When she was in the bottom of the boat again, Paul spent another ten minutes getting her bra down. At last he found the magic key, and she sighed as he kissed her tits.
"I don't know why I let you do that, Paul!"
"Because it feels sexy good, and no one ever has before, right?"
She nodded mutely. He took her hand and laid it on his bulging prick, then pulled the string that held up his shorts, and she was surprised how loose the waist became. Gently he took her hand and pushed it down in front under his shorts.
At first she held back, frowning at him. But his hand had begun caressing her breasts again, and suddenly she wanted to touch him too. She felt all warm and sticky between her legs. That had never happened before.
Neva gasped as her hand touched his warm skin, then it hit something.
"Yeah, Neva, hold him, he's lonesome!"
She hesitated. She'd heard about girls getting raped, or simply going too far and not being able to stop. And getting pregnant. She didn't have any birth control pills. But she couldn't stop. She moved her hand until it grasped the large rod firmly.
Before she could stop him, Paul lifted up and pulled his swim trunks down over his hips to his legs.
Her eyes widened in surprise and wonder as she stared. She leaned forward, letting go of his big prick and staring at it in amazement.
"Oh, Paul! I mean, golly! I've never..." She felt his hands on her but didn't react to where they were. She was mesmerized by the sight of his huge penis. It had to be seven inches long and half as big as her wrist! It was huge! The little boy's hadn't been any bigger than her little finger. She shook her head in wonder. The tip, it was almost like an arrow, that was to help in penetration. She remembered that much about her sex education classes.
Before she could look at the rest of him she felt his hands. One was on her breast, the other playing with her leg, up high by her crotch. She forgot it and went back to what fascinated her.
His scrotum, that's what it was called. His balls. Yes he had a bag with hair on it, hanging below. She didn't dare touch it, she knew they were sensitive. Amazing how that big rod could sit there all limp and soft, and then quickly get so hard and huge!
Suddenly Neva felt the most delicious thrill of her life. It surged and built and soared through her like a beautiful melody. When it came again, she looked down and saw his hand rubbing her crotch as if the swim suit wasn't there.
"Paul, please don't do that!"
"Why, Neva, don't you think it's a little uneven now? I'm bare naked!"
She breathed deeply for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, and it's going to stay uneven!"
After that, he tried a dozen times to get her bikini bottom off. Each time she simply said no. Then she remembered something she'd heard one of the older girls say, and she turned to him and began pumping up and down on his still stiff prick.
Paul grinned at once, and reached up with one hand for a tit, the other between her legs. She didn't object this time as he wiggled one finger under her pants and probed for her tight cunt.
She watched him breathing faster and faster. Just as she felt him push one finger inside her vagina, he gasped and panted and lunged upward with his hips. She watched as one glob of cum after another shot out of his prick. The last one just dribbled over the tip, and he sighed and nodded at her. He pushed his finger into her once more and pulled it out, slumping against the back of the boat exhausted.
Neva wanted him to go then, to continue, but as the moments passed quickly the desire faded, and she pulled on her bra top and tossed his shorts to him. He wiped his drooping prick off with a towel and slid into his shorts.
"Now tomorrow when we go on that hike to Old Baldy, well have some more fun, right?"
Neva had smiled. Tomorrow she would be sure to take her twelve-year-old sister along. And she did.
Neva blinked and jerked her mind back to the present. She watched the thirteen-year-old Jim devouring her tits. She had his prick in her hand but she stopped pumping. Suddenly she heard the bathroom door close.
She pulled her blouse together, fastened the buttons, and motioned for him to get his dick back in his pants. By the time her son came back into the room, she was over by the sink getting a glass of water. She was surprised it didn't jet out of her mouth in steam when she drank it. Hot? She was so worked up now that nothing would take the place of a good fast fuck. She didn't even have to think about it. She picked the bottle off the counter-top and turned to Tracy.
"What time is baseball practice?"
"Four o'clock, and you're driving us over, remember?"
"Right, and it's only three-ten now. That means you have lots of time to get on your bike and go down to the drugstore. I ran out of my prescription from the doctor, and I need it right away."
"Aw, Mom! Jim and I were going to practice pitching."
"Take Jim with you," she said, then held her breath.
"He hasn't got a bike, and the store is too far to walk and make it."
"Well, Jim can watch TV until you get back. Scoot now. I'll even give Jim an extra glass of milk and a cookie to keep him happy."
Tracy caught the plastic pill bottle his mother tossed him. He whirled and underhanded it to Jim by the table.
"Double play, hey, hey, hey!" Jim chanted. He tossed it back to Tracy, who then turned and trotted to the door. "You and your old pills!" he said in final rebuke, then slammed out the door.
Neva walked into the front room and watched her son pedaling down the street. It would take him ten minutes to ride to the store. Another ten minutes to wait for the prescription to be filled and ten more riding home. She had at least twenty-five minutes.
As she turned from the window, Neva took off her blouse, and carried it with her, walking so her breasts would bounce and wiggle. When she came into the kitchen, Jim was sitting where she had left him, but one hand was rubbing his prick.
"Jim," she said quietly. He looked up, saw her tits swaying in the air, and swallowed. She told him to follow her, and went down the hall to her bedroom. He was right behind her.
"Ever really looked at a woman before, Jim?"
He shook his head.
She stripped for him, slowly, letting him watch her. She was wearing stretch pants. She started to take them off, then called him over.
"You want to finish the job?" she asked.
He grinned now, one hand still on his prick. She patted the bulge. "Well get to him in just a minute!"
Jim began pulling down her panties until they showed her red muff of cunt-hairs and he stopped.
"You're a real redhead!" he said in awe.
She stepped forward until his face almost touched her cunt-hairs, and laughed. "Yes, Jim. A real redhead!"
A moment later he got the panties off her feet and stepped back.
"Damn, the guys will never believe me!"
"You say one word about this to anybody, and I'll have your prick chopped off at the roots, you hear?" But as soon as she said it she knew he would talk. Kids his age always did.
He nodded, then began to unbutton his shirt. She finished the job, taking it off, running her hands over his soft, warm, clear skin. She got his belt open and pulled down his pants so he could kick them off.
Then she looked at him. Fine young legs, swelling into jockey-shorts and a good bulge. She hugged him, went down on her knees and hugged him again, then kissed his chest, down his flat belly to his shorts,, and at last planted a big kiss on the bulge of his prick. It leaped in excitement.
Carefully she took off his shorts. He didn't know what to do with his hands. She pushed them back on her tits, and then moved them in tandem with him to the bed. She lay down first and held out her arms. Instead of lying on top of her, he bent to her crotch and looked at it. She spread her legs and heard him whistle when he saw her juicy cunt.
She reached down and pulled him up to her.
"I don't believe this is happening!" he whispered.
"It is, sweetheart, it it!" She laid him beside her, sat up and began rubbing her hands over his tender young body.
"You ever fucked anything besides your hand, Jim?"
His startled eyes went wild for just a flicker of a second before he shook his head.
"Good, then I can train you right! First thing youVe got to do is get a woman warmed up, then get her so hot she has to have it even if she has to pay for it, know what I mean?"
Jim touched her tits again.
"That's right, work them over, rub 'em--snap the nipples, then kiss 'em and chew 'em! Next you gotta work down toward the old glory hole, the jackpot! One girl I used to know called it the jack at the end of the pot!" Neva laughed, remembering the only full-time whore she had ever met.
She watched the boy working her over. Her own hands were playing with his small tool again, and she sensed he was almost ready to cum.
"Get inside!" she ordered abruptly. "Roll over on top of me, go between my legs and lay your little dick right in my old pussy!"
Jim moved and tried, but she had to help him get into her. It was like a matchstick going into the Lincoln Tunnel. She hardly felt a thing.
Jim had gulped when this grown woman undressed him. He had dreamed about something like this happening, but only when he got feeling sexy and jacked off late at night after he was sure his parents were sleeping. Now a married woman, and Tracy's mother, was naked on the bed with him, telling him he should go ahead and fuck her!
And she kept telling him what to do. When he first touched her big breasts he had shot off in his pants. She didn't know that, and he wasn't sure he could shoot again, but he'd sure try like hell!
When he rolled on top and tried to poke his dick inside her, he was amazed at how hard it was. Even when he found the right spot, he had to jab and jab until it seemed to open up. He wanted to get down there and push it apart with his fingers and see how it worked.
She must piss out of the same hole, he decided. How come he didn't get pissed on when he went inside her? There were a lot of questions he had, but they didn't have much time. Damn, that Tracy would ride like crazy to get back to practice pitching. He wanted to make the team his dad was coaching...
Jim felt her hips begin to move, to work against his, and he pounded harder. Then he felt it, like he had that time when he was climbing the pole in the school yard.
He was about halfway up a ten-foot telephone pole, had his legs wrapped around it and was pulling up with his hands. This strange surge of feeling shot through him, and when he got down and went to the bathroom he found gooey, sticky cum all over his shorts.
Now it felt the same way, that sudden surge of powerful feeling he couldn't describe, but it was so wonderful he dreamed all the time that it was happening. His hips hit hers twice, hard, then twice more, and he felt the cum squirt into her.
"Hey, I fucked you!" he shouted.
"Yeah, you sure as hell did! Now rub me off." She took his finger and showed him the spot. He rubbed like crazy, feeling the tiny node grating over a bone or tissue. She told him it was the same trigger like a man had in his penis. He hit the trigger twenty times before she began to wail and then howl, and before she was done she had pushed his body halfway to the ceiling and then bounced him off the bed onto the floor. She was crying and wailing and gasping for breath.
"What a fucking good one!" she gasped, picking him up and hugging him. "What a fucking good climax! I thought I was going to the moon with some damn astronaut!"
She looked at the clock and motioned for him to get his clothes on. She picked up hers and ran into the bathroom. He had just snaked into his shirt and got it buttoned, hurried into the living room and snapped on the TV, when he saw Tracy pedaling up the sidewalk.
Jim took a deep breath and sat down on the floor in front of the TV. He didn't even see what was on. Damn, he had just fucked a grown woman!
A moment later Tracy ran in the front door, the bottle in his hand, and looked at Jim. "Show any good?"
"Naw!"
"Tell the truth, I think it's too old for you." "What do you mean?"
"Tiny Tots, Toddle Town, that's what you're watching."
"Huh? Oh, I been switching around, a commercial was on here and I thought it was still on."
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
"Okay!" Tracy put the bottle down on the table and yelled, "Mom, your pills are here! Be out in front till you're ready to go."
Jim turned off the set and they went out with their gloves to get a little pre-practice practice.
Neva laughed to herself in the shower. Damn, but that had been good! It had been years since she'd had a kid that young. She used to think they were good at sixteen, but this one had been something else! She remembered the way his little cock looked, and grinned as she lathered her breasts, then watched the suds wash away in the shower. She didn't rush. So they would be ten minutes late for practice, so she knew the coach, she slept with him. If he didn't like it she wouldn't give him a blow-job. Neva giggled. After all, she was team mother to the Navajo Bombers!
Neva wanted to laugh about it as she drove her son and Jim to the practice grounds. Her husband Sam came directly from work and got there about four-fifteen. If she was going to be a proper team mother to all fifteen of the boys, she was going to have her hands, and her cunt, full! Neva was smiling as she pulled up at the field.
CHAPTER TWO
Neva watched the practice. But soon she found herself concentrating on the bigger boys. This league was for eleven to fourteen year olds, and some of the boys were as tall or taller than she was. One string bean was six-feet and just over fourteen. She wondered if his prick had grown as much in proportion.
She glanced over at Sam, the man in her house. He was just over six-feet-one, and kept his weight at 175. That made him lanky and lean and the best cocksman she had ever met. He more than kept her satisfied-except for an occasional fling which he understood. He told her about the once in a while affairs he had, so she told him once how she had seduced the milkman one morning. Sam laughed until she thought he would split, because he knew the milkman. After that they had an agreement to tell all, and it had worked out marvelously. They never had actually swapped with another couple; the idea never had seemed practical to them.
Now Neva concentrated on the game. She knew quite a lot about baseball, and she would be the official scorer when the season began. She saw Jones, the short stop, move to his right, stab the ball and then get his feet tangled up before he could set himself for the long throw to first. She made a note on the clipboard and followed the practice.
By five-thirty it was over, since the parents insisted the boys be home for dinner. She took four kids home, including Jim Hawthorne.
"Mom, all right if Jim comes over tonight to shoot some pool?" Tracy asked just before they dropped Jim off.
"Sure, Trace, your father won't be using it tonight."
Jim grinned, told Tracy he'd be over about seven, and ran for his front door.
Neva had driven the four blocks on to their place before she realized that Sam was due to bowl tonight form seven to ten. She'd be home with the boys again, and alone. She shrugged it off. She'd had a fling this afternoon, that would last her for a couple of days. Anyway, there was no convenient way to get Tracy out of the house tonight.
It had been wild, but she could control herself better than she was projecting right now.
Sam was home before she was, and had hamburgers started in the broiler. He was a good hand around the house. When the burgers were done, they ate, and then Sam jumped up from the table and grabbed his bowling ball bag.
"Got to run, hon, I'm late and they ll fine me a dime a frame!"
"Get a two-hundred tonight!" she called as he dashed out the door. It was six-thirty. She cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen. By seven Jim came and Tracy met him, taking him directly to the family room and the seven-foot pool table. She smiled at the boys as she went past, found a book she had been reading, and settled in the big chair in the living room.
Looking back, she wasn't sure how it all started. Tracy had come in fighting mad. He calmed down enough to put a question to his mother.
"You said I could ask you any question I wanted to, right? About men and women and sex and anything?"
"Yes, Tracy, of course. What's the matter?"
"Well, Jim's been saying things I don't think are true!"
"What things, Tracy?" Neva looked past Tracy at Jim who was grinning. Then he rubbed his crotch and she looked away.
"Well, he says the older a woman gets, the more her breasts sag. Is that right?"
"Yes, dear, it is! If a woman doesn't take care of herself, her breasts can begin to sag quite early." She sat up straight. "Do you think Vm starting to sag, Jim?"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Stoner, not at all!"
"Now, anything else, Tracy?"
"Yes, Jim said you don't wear a bra. Is that true?"
"Sometimes, yes, Tracy. You see, there's a whole new feeling about clothes, and what to wear. This is the age of the natural look, so women can look exactly as they are."
"Oh. Well, okay, thanks."
Tracy turned to go. but she saw he wasn't satisfied.
Jim looked at him disgustedly. "Chicken! "he said, then they were gone toward Tracy's room.
Neva frowned. Had Jim told Tracy about their little playtime? That could account for his getting so angry. She hadn't seen him that worked up for a long time. But if Jim did tell Tracy, and told him to ask his Mom if he didn't believe him ... Neva shook her head. That could be bad. Jim might blab it all over the neighborhood.
She stood and walked back and forth a few times. Her hand went up and rubbed one breast through her light blouse. She enjoyed going braless. Enjoyed the way men turned and looked at her on the street. The older the men, the more she made them jiggle. Why not give the old guys a thrill?
But Jim, that was another matter. She decided she had to give him a good talking to, especially about Tracy. She turned and walked toward Tracy's room. She made no attempt to sneak up on them. The carpet in the hall smothered her footsteps, and when she got to the door she opened it as she always had. She didn't think about knocking.
What she saw stopped her with mouth wide open, eyes bulging. Both boys were naked, kneeling on the floor, pumping their stiff cocks.
Tracy saw his mother first, stopped and jumped up on the bed, where he pulled his pants over his crotch. Jim grinned at her and went on pumping.
"Hi, Mrs. Stoner, welcome to the party!" he invited.
She heard her son utter a few strangled words, but she couldn't make out what they were. She reached behind her and locked the door, then went toward Jim and knelt down beside him. She felt her body heaving with emotion. Her breasts were suddenly burning, her crotch wet, her knees shaking. Her eyes wouldn't leave the four-inch stiff cock below her. Jim pumped at it slowly now, and when she was close, he reached out and caught one of her tits, rubbing it.
"Sure, Mrs. Stoner, come join the party, you'll make it more fun! How about a blow-job?"
Neva heard a small cry of pain from her son, started to get up, then she turned back to Jim. He unzipped the side of her knit blouse and pulled it up to her neck.
"Come on, Neva baby, let's have some real fun!" Jim said.
Neva couldn't explain it. There was her son not five feet away. She was a grown woman, and two thirteen-year-old boys were naked in front of her! Melted, was all she could say; she simply melted and gave in to that raw, unbridled lust of the flesh.
Her hands found Jim's cock, then played with his balls and realized they were small and still growing, not nearly as heavy as Sam's. She knew by this time that her blouse had been gently tugged over her head and that eager young hands were massaging her proud tits. They sprang to attention and begged for more. She kissed the boy hard on the mouth, and felt her own mouth open to try to force her tongue into his. Miraculously it parted and they swayed to the floor, she pulling him on top of her. As they kissed, his hands worked lower until they found her crotch.
Colors seemed to shower the room. Lilac, amethyst, mauve, indigo came in succeeding waves as Neva clasped the young body to hers. The grinding crunch of desire spread through her like a forest fire. She broke from his kiss, pushed him on his back on the floor and knelt over him lowering one big breast into his mouth. Jim chewed contentedly, then changed to the other swinging goodie.
His hands had been playing with her cunt, stroking two, then three fingers deep into her vagina. She groaned and grunted each time, until she felt like a brood-mare in heat.
"Suck me off, Big Mama!" Jim gasped.
She frowned, then moved down to his cock and gulped it into her mouth. Delicious! Somehow she could never understand why she loved to eat cock. When she thought about it it seemed disgusting, but then when a purple-pink cock waggled in front of her nose, her eyes crossed, her breath came in small snorts, and her mouth opened automatically...
Such a sweet baby! His prick tasted like a small shoot, a tiny banana, a half-grown carrot, and a dozen other things.
She felt hands on her tits and thought yes, yes, play with them, rub them down to a nub!
She lay there, half squatting, half-prone, letting his small hips throw up the prick at her mouth, taking it halfway, not wanting to suck it down her throat for fear the boy would jam too hard and do some damage. She marveled at the way her body responded. Now her cunt was wet and squishy, ready, ready as it would ever be.
Then, miraculously, she felt a touch far back. Hands were playing with her ass-cheeks. When did she take her pants and panties off? She couldn't remember, but they were gone. The hands grew bolder, parted the pussy-hair and rubbed the outer lips. She wanted to scream her agreement, to urge the fingers in and up her until a prick could get there.
But she only moaned. The hands pulled back, then came on stronger, firmer, until one finger prodded gently up her long canal. Oh, yes, but that was fine, small and inexperienced, but in the right place at the right time! Then she felt her ass-cheeks parted and something bigger went in her and she groaned.
For a fraction of a second she wondered who it was. It couldn't be Jim, his prick was in her mouth. Maybe it was three or four of his fingers. But it stroked so deep. She forgot the worry in a flash, as the probe touched her clit and sent a wave of ecstasy soaring through her body and mind.
Before she could worry about it any more, the tool began a regular stroke, in and out, half the time brushing her clit, setting her off into another near climax. If he would just hit it six times in a row she would explode!
She felt the prick surge in her mouth and the hips slam hard against her face. The shot of cum slanted off the roof of her mouth so she swallowed it easily. The next ones were slower and she gulped them down without a missed breath. When she had sucked the last bit of semen from his tube, she let it out of her mouth and turned, looking behind her.
Tracy, still naked, sat near the butt. Was he doing it?
"Tracy, what the hell...? "
Then she saw it, a fourteen-inch candle that Tracy was pushing into her cunt then pulling it out.
"No, goddamn it!" she bellowed.
Tracy pulled the candle out of her, and for a moment Neva gasped at the sudden emptiness, the loss. Then she spun around and sat down facing her son. He still held the candle. Tracy had been crying, but now the tears were dry. He looked at his mother with a strange sadness.
"Well it didn't hurt you, did it, Mom?"
"No, Tracy, but it didn't thrill me the way your finger did. Look at me. I'm a woman, Tracy, and sex is a part of my life, just as it soon will be yours. There's nothing dirty or bad about sex when two people want to do it. Remember that!"
"But you and Jim..."
"I just suddenly wanted him. What did it hurt?"
"But you sucked his ... his cock!"
"Yes, and you were jacking off! Nobody was hurt. Want to feel my breasts? It won't hurt either one of us. Here, let me see your prick."
He swung around, it was soft, but as he touched her big breasts it came hard in a moment.
"Wow, you've sure got good ones, Mom!" he breathed.
"Want to chew on one?" "Damn, could I, Mom?"
She pushed him down gently, then swayed one big tit into his open mouth the way she had with Jim. He grinned and nodded. As she looked down she saw his hips pump and the cum splash on his stomach. She moved her hand down to his balls, squeezing them gently. When she finished she sat up, with the wetness from his mouth still on her breasts.
"Now, was that so bad? Just another experience. You have to learn about girls sooner or later, Tracy. Believe me, girls like to be played with, pinched, looked at and fucked."
"Yeah, I want to!"
"What, Tracy?"
"To fuck you!" "No!"
"You said what two people wanted to do wouldn't hurt anybody." "But I'm your mother!"
"So what, it won't hurt you. You're on the pill!"
"How do you know that?"
"I saw them in your dresser one day."
"You've been playing with my panties?"
"No, just looking for hidden stuff, like you do in my dresser."
"You know about that?"
"Sure, cause I had an X-rated book in there and suddenly it disappeared."
"Guilty," she smiled. "But I couldn't let you go into me, Tracy."
"Why not? You let Jim."
"He told you?"
"Sure, at the practice."
"But you didn't believe him?"
"I do now!"
He was leaning over her then, pushing her down to the fuck-rug on the floor, spreading her legs, and when she looked down she saw he was hard again. It hadn't been five minutes since he'd been spurting cum on his belly!
She was aware of more hands now, as Jim sat beside her head and played with her tits. She looked up at him and he nodded.
"Give him a thrill, Neva-hell, you'll hardly feel him after that candle."
She grinned and watched her own naked son settle between her legs. Sure, she could have stopped him, but she tried not to think about that. The anticipatory thrill of another young boy-cock up her twat was such a wild sensation, she couldn't resist.
At first he missed. She sat back, spread her cunt with his fingers, and lowered his four-inch prick toward it. He wasn't very big around, and that surprised her. She thought his prick would be bigger, just shorter, but it wasn't.
She felt him hit her clit, then slide until he touched her tender outer lips.
Then he was inside. She was surprised. Yes, she felt him there, but he wasn't as big as the candle. He grunted and groaned for a minute, then she felt him climaxing before he had stroked twice.
"Hey, hey, I'm cumming already! Watch out, this is it, you guys!" He snorted, humped at her softness, and then blasted into her a dozen times before he sighed, pulled out of her and rolled over.
Neva lay there marveling at it. She had just been fucked by her own son! Tomorrow she wouldn't believe it. But tomorrow she wouldn't have two bare-assed teenage boys in her bedroom-no, in her son's bedroom. She rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows, watching the boys.
Jim moved in beside her and played with her big boobies.
"Yeah, this is the life!" he exulted. "So much tit, I can't believe they're real!"
"It's all me, lover boy! Want to chew?"
"Sure!"
"How about chewing on my snatch, my pussy?" "Huh?"
"You know, the old tongue-job in my cunt?" Jim frowned. "Damn, I don't know. Maybe next time."
"There won't be any next time, Jim. Now or never."
"I'll pass. I'm about fucked out for today."
There didn't seem to be anything else to say. She stood up, making her tits bounce and looked at the two kids.
"You guys get your clothes back on. And, remember not a word about this to anybody! You do, and neither one of you will play baseball this year, I'll see to that!"
"Yeah, sure, Mom!"
"Yeah, you got us by the balls!"
She watched them for another moment, then picked up her clothes and walked out the door.
She went to the bathroom and put her clothes back on. She found a rip in her panties and scowled. She still couldn't remember taking them off. She glanced at the pretty woman in the mirror and grinned, then went down the hall to the living room and turned on the TV.
She was trying to figure out if she should tell Sam about it or not. At last she decided she would tell him about Jim that afternoon. He'd get a boot out of that-she hoped. But the other? Well, not right now, anyway.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Neva had a farmer breakfast of bacon, eggs and potatoes ready for Sam, along with all the trimmings. She was humming as she got it ready, and he came up behind her quietly, slipping his hand deftly up between her legs and rubbing her tender twat.
"Yeah, woman, right there, that's where you need it about twice a day, to stay human!" He spun her around, kissed her, then pushed his hand under the flap of her robe onto one of her freshly-showered tits.
"Tits, yeah! Guess I'm just a boobies man. I like 'em and you've got 'em baby! Plenty of tit!"
She kissed him back and rubbed his crotch, disappointed that he wasn't hard. "You just wait till I get you between the sheets tonight, you big happy stud! I'll wear you down to a finger-sized nub!"
Sam laughed, kissed her again and went over to the table. The breakfast was delicious, and he patted her tits as he went out the door.
"Take care of those beauties while I'm gone," he admonished her. Then he frowned. "And stay away from little boys today, okay?"
She nodded and waved. As soon as he was out the door, she woke up Tracy and got him fed and off to school.
She checked her watch, and when the dishes were done she hurried into the bedroom where she began dressing. She had a garden club meeting to go to at ten.
Neva dressed carefully, knowing that some of the fanciest ladies in town would be there, and anything she could do to impress them would make her happy. She refused to wear a bra. Instead she wore a T-shirt, one of Sam's that had shrunk. It was tight enough on her to give her a little support, but not so it pressed her breasts in. That should do. She had her eye-makeup on and had slipped into her flowered skirt and three-inch heels, the wide kind, when the doorbell rang. Probably a solicitor, she decided. On her way to the door she fastened the last button on the soft fuzzy sweater. When she opened the door, a man frowned at her.
"You Mrs. Sam Stoner?"
"Yes."
"You the team scorer for the Bombers?"
"Why, yes," she relaxed, her face breaking into a smile. "You must be the father of one of our boys."
"Right. Want to talk, you got a minute?"
"Oh, of course, we're very proud of our boys, we think it's going to be a great team this year." She opened the door and led him into the living room It wasn't in perfect shape, but the man didn't notice. He seemed to stare directly at her breasts for a moment, and she wanted to lift them to push them out for him to admire, but decided she hadn't better.
"Now, what was it you wanted to talk about?"
"You!"
"Oh, do I know you?"
"I don't know, do you?"
Her first faint stirring of apprehension was turning to alarm. "No, I don't believe we've met. What's your name?"
"I'm Clark Hawthorne, Jim's dad. You know Jim."
"Yes, he's on the team." She wasn't sure how she said it. Now her alarm was stark fear. Yes, he knew, that was the only reason he was here. He was going to make trouble. God, he could have her arrested for molesting and maybe even rape! Could a woman be charged with rape? She didn't know. She started to ask him to leave, but stopped. That would be a mistake. Then he'd know she was scared. Play it by ear.
She indicated the sofa for him to sit on, and she settled into the big rocker.
"About Jim, I don't know who is going to be picked as our regular catcher this year. Jim has just as good a chance at it as the others."
"I'm not here to talk about Jim's baseball playing."
"Oh?" Neva tried to make her face a blank. It worked. He did look like Jim. The same blonde hair and the same soft, dry style. Lots of hair, and clear blue eyes. His nose looked like it had been broken and never healed correctly.
"I'm here to talk about you and Jim, yesterday afternoon and last night!"
"Yesterday I took Jim and my son Tracy to the game and brought them home. Last night Jim and Tracy watched TV and played in his room "
"But that ain't all!"
"Then suppose you tell me, Mr. Hawthorne."
"Sure! Yesterday afternoon you stripped my kid and fucked him while your kid went to the store! Then last night you had both of them naked and sucked off my boy and fucked your own son!"
"Get out!" she said. "Get out of my house!" "This ain't a house, it's a cat-house, and this is the fucking parlor! You the only girl, or are there more whores around to pick from?"
She leaped up and rushed at him, trying to slap him, but he only caught her hands and pulled her down on the sofa. He laughed and held her easily.
"Any grown woman who would fuck two thirteen-year-old boys has got to be pretty low-down! Had to take a look and see if you had all those tits Jim bragged that you did!" He held both her hands in one of his big ones and touched her breasts, then rubbed his hand over them. "Damn right you do, lots of tit and no bra! I like that!
"I'm gonna turn you in, you know that, you whore? I'm gonna swear out a complaint against you for child molesting. But first I'm gonna strip you and get you so goddamn hot you'll scream for me to throw my prick into your juiced-up cunt! You hear that?"
She spat in his face. He laughed as he moved in and locked his mouth over hers. In the process he pushed her down on the couch, and now his big body spread over hers pinning her into the softness.
The kiss seemed like it was never going to end. At least she kept her mouth shut. Somehow when they went down, he got a hand on her tits and now he was making the most of it, rubbing and rubbing through the cloth....
Neva was furious. She never should have let him inside. She should have recognized him, he looked so much like Jim. Damn! So what should she do now? She could be sweet and sexy and fuck him blind. She could fight and scream and hope Mrs. Johnson next door heard. She could play it cagey and try to run away. Or maybe she could simply talk him out of it.
The more his hand worked her breasts, the fewer her options became. She had to do something fast. She did-and made a mistake. She brought her knee up hard toward his open crotch. Somehow he knew it was coming, his knee slammed in the way, smashing into hers bone-to-bone, and she thought the force had broken something.
He came away from her mouth. "That's fine, you bitch, paw and scratch and scream! It ain't gonna do you no good. I saw your neighbor leave, and your kid eats at school, and Sam, he don't come home till after five. So I got myself six hours to fuck you black and blue!"
He eased away from her chest and with one hand began to unbutton the pearl fastenings on her sweater. She slapped him. He slapped her back.
"You want to play rough? I play that way too! I'm a construction foreman and I push guys around three times your size, with or without my hard hat!"
He got the last button open and spread the sweater, but was disappointed to find she had on the T-shirt. "Hell, more clothes!" He pulled the cotton garment up to her chin, bouncing her tits on the way past.
"Goddamn, Jim was sure as hell right! Big damn tits! No wonder you get so sexed up! You getting hot now? "
"No, damn you! And I'm the one who's going to report you! For molesting me and breaking and entering, and rape and everything else Sam and I can come up with!"
"Bullshit! You're lying there just hoping I'll go ahead and fuck you so you can see how big a prick I've got! I know your kind. I've got a sister just like you. But at least she just fucks for fun!"
His hand came down on her bare tits and Neva wanted to scream. His hand seared her hot skin, then seemed like an enormous chunk of ice. Damn him, damn him, damn him! What could she do now? She tried to push him off, but he wouldn't budge. He forced her arms under her back so that she pinned them to the couch with her own weight, then he worked on both breasts at once.
"Yeah, just like down on the farm strippin' out the old Holsteins! Bet you had a quart a day at least when you was feedin' your kid! Man, them are tits!"
Neva felt the flush rising, knew that her own hot blood was beginning to boil. NO! She wouldn't let this bastard do this to her. He was raping her and he'd have to do it with her fighting all the way. She wormed one of her arms out from under her, waited her chance, then doubled up her fist and swung it at his eye. She missed, but her small fist hit his cheek. He brushed it aside and shook his head. "You'll have to do better than that, you little whore, to discourage me!"
"Damn you, Hawthorne. My husband will kill you, you know that? When I tell him what you did, you better have your shotgun out and loaded. He's got a deer-rifle hell use, and hell wait all night, and when you come out of the house in the morning, hell shoot your ass off!"
"That's bullshit, you don't have a gun in the house, Jim told me. Said you told Tracy guns were too dangerous!"
She began to cry. It had worked a dozen times before she got married. Most guys don't like to fuck a crying girl. But Clark didn't seem to mind.
"Hell, go ahead and bawl, I don't care! Fact is, it gives me the hots to see you crying like that! Reminds me of this one spook we had in our outfit. He was a fucker, took on anything, any color. But he couldn't get hard unless he made the bitch scream. He usually did it by cutting them some with his straight razor!"
She shivered and tried talking. "Look, Clark, we're both intelligent people. Let's talk this over. I mean, you can understand how a person gets so sexed up they have to have a good piece of ass. Your kid just happened to be there. I didn't do it deliberately. It just happened!"
"Hell, yes, and your shit don't stink."
"Clark, now be reasonable! I'll fuck you any way you want, and then well have a drink and we can be friends. There's no sense at all in doing it this way."
He grabbed her head in both hands and lifted it. "There damn sure is sense in it! You raped my kid, and I'm gonna tear you up and fix that cunt of yours so you won't want any more meat in it for a month! I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
He glanced aside, and she caught the edge of the ashtray on the arm of the couch. She wasn't sure whether she could hold it in one hand and hit him with it, but it was worth a try. She wasn't even sure which one it was. Then he dropped her head and moved his mouth down to her breasts.
Neva stifled a groan, and yelled instead. At the same time she got a good grip on the ash-tray and swung it as hard as she could at the blonde head over her breasts.
The small glass ash-tray smashed into his head just as he began to move from one breast to the next. The glancing blow cut a gash in his scalp and brought a roar of pain from the big man.
He jerked upright on her hips, touching his head with one hand, swearing when his fingers came back covered with blood. Then he was quiet for a moment as she shivered on the couch.
"You mangy fucking bastard whore! I can't think of anything bad enough to do to you! I should slice off one of your tits and stuff it into your mouth till you choke on your own blood! I should chop off one arm and jam it down your cunt, and leave just your hand showing out your snatch!"
He quit talking and jerked the T-shirt off over her head, then pulled down her skirt and took off her shoes and pantyhose. She lay there shivering, naked, completely cowed and terrified.
"Goddamn it to hell, why did you go and get me mad? I can't even enjoy raping you when I'm mad! You want me to kill your fucking ass, that what you want?"
He stood up and stormed around the room, smashing his hand against a wall or table, slamming a door, kicking at a chair. When his rage had spent itself, he came back and lifted her to her feet.
He grabbed her hand and led her down the hall until he found the master bedroom He pushed her inside, closed and then locked the door.
"Now, woman, undress me, and be careful of the clothes!"
For just a moment, she couldn't move. This was no ordinary man, no creature she could push around, tease and then turn down cold! He was brutal, basic, violent. And he wanted to be fucked. She began undressing him carefully, folding his clothes as she laid them down. When she got his pants pulled down, he stepped out of them. His shorts didn't show any bulge, and with a sigh she realized he wasn't even hard yet.
When she pulled down his shorts she gasped at the size of his cock, even when it was soft. It looped down a good eight inches, and the head seemed large even then.
When she had him naked, she stepped back.
"Get me hard!"
She looked at him, told him to lie down on the bed, then knelt down over him, lowering her breasts into his face until he opened his mouth and captured one. With one hand she began rubbing softly around his inner thighs. Her fingertips barely touched his sensitive skin, moving up almost to his crotch, then back down until she heard him moan slightly.
She looked down and saw his limp prick beginning to fill with hot blood. He changed tits, then got his hands on the other one, and slowly one of his hands moved down toward her crotch.
She caught his prick and stroked it gently back and forth, watching it rise and grow. As it came up she abandoned it, reaching lower until she had his hairy balls in her hands. She squeezed and rubbed them against each other until she heard his breathing pick up.
"Yeah, baby whore, you are good!"
But Neva had other plans. When she had his cock standing straight and tall, she moved over slightly, then suddenly leaped off the bed and scurried into the bathroom and locked it.
"I'm going to stay right here until you leave!" she said through the door.
"like hell you are!" he replied. "I'll give you a choice, either I kick that door down, or you come out and turn bottom-side up!"
"We've got a phone in the bathroom. You didn't know that, did you, smart-ass? All I have to do is call the cops, and you'll get your tail busted fast!"
He hesitated before he answered. She could almost see him trying to figure out the odds. When he spoke he was jeering her.
"You lying bitch! There's no phone in there or you'd be calling instead of talking. No, no you wouldn't! You're such a hot bitch, your pussy is aching right now to see how my big prick will feel in it! You're getting hotter and hotter just thinking about how it would be to slip your lips around me and give Old Peter a lick and then a hard suck! Your pussy ain't been poked for ten, twelve hours now, and you're hurting! I know, I've seen cunts like yours before! Just got to have it all the time, right?"
Neva scowled. She was standing just inside the bathroom door. Slowly one hand moved to her breast and began scratching, then it turned to a rub, and slowly she worked down to her nipple. He was right. She was o hot now that she would take it anywhere. She held her legs together tightly and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Now there was one sexy set of tits!...
"You comin' out?"
"No!"
"Then I'll break it down!" "With your bare feet?"
"With my shoulder! These damn hollow doors are like tissue paper." "Be my guest!"
She looked quickly in the bathroom cabinet and found a bottle of aspirin. There were only two left. She dropped one down the sink and chewed up the other one, letting the foul-tasting thing melt in her mouth. Then she snapped the door-lock open and stood there weaving as he came inside.
"What the hell?"
"Just ... just stalling for time...." She swayed forward and made him catch her as she fell. The bottle dropped from her hand and he looked inside. Then he dragged her to the bathtub and looked into her mouth. His finger probed and came out with bits of the white aspirin.
"Goddamn!" His big square face clouded, wrinkles marked his forehead. "How many damn pills did you take?"
"All of them!"
"Bottle full?"
"No."
"How many?" he demanded, his face still a mask of worry and fear.
"I dunno." She let her head flop to one side. He shook her until she blinked her eyes open.
"How many pills?"
"Oh, twenty, thirty, I dunno. Just wanted to get it over with. Samll be roaring, beat me, divorce me. Damn, damn...." She let her head sway to one side.
"Got to get you to throw up," he said, thinking out loud.
Neva opened one eye, saw the scowl on his face, and when he moved to the sink she got up quietly and stepped past him then ran for the bed.
"Huh? What the hell?"
"You said that big prick, remember?" She dropped on the bed, rolled on her back and spread her legs. "See if you can fuck as mean as you talk!"
Clark Hawthorne stood in the bathroom doorway, still in a daze, then the whole thing came clear to him and he laughed. "You damn hokey little actress slut!" He laughed again and shook his head. "You had me about as shook-up as I've ever been!" He looked down. "Damn, now you'll have to get him hard all over again!"
She did.
A few minutes later he sat astride her chest, let his balls fall on her big tits, and leaned forward, lifting her head just enough.
"You met Harry Prick here?" He pushed his cock toward her mouth. She reached out her tongue and licked the long dong. So big, it was so large, long and bigger around than any prick she had ever seen in her life! She laved the head then worked down the shank. But she could wait no longer. Eagerly she pulled the head into her mouth and bit it gently.
Clark moaned.
"Yeah, you fucky bitch, that's the way!"
He shifted higher, let her head relax on the pillow, and drove his shaft deeper inside. She gagged for a moment, then took it and grabbed the shank so he wouldn't strangle her.
Clark shifted again, moving to his hands and knees with her head under him, and began fucking his prick back and forth into her lips.
"Yeah, yeah, a good face-fuck!" It lasted only another minute, then he jerked out of her and lay back on the bed.
"You a little bit touchy?"
"You want cum in your hand or in your cunt? Just shut up a minute." He breathed deeply for a moment, then rolled over and sat up, bent over and nibbled on her big tits.
"How'd you grow 'em so big? My wife has lemons compared to your grapefruits!"
"Just lucky!" She grabbed his balls and began to work on them. Clark was groaning again in a few seconds. He retaliated by pushing her down on the bed, rolling her over on her stomach and spreading her legs.
"Lift up your ass!" he told her. He knelt between her spread thighs and whistled. "Sonofabitch, your cunt's even pretty!" He jammed one finger deep inside of her and she yelped.
"Just seeing if you was open for business," he panted as she looked back over her shoulder. She was on her knees now, her shoulders into the pillow. He lifted her just a little more, then nosed his big log toward her pussy.
"Careful!" she breathed.
"Yeah, I'll be fucking careful! You ever fucked this way before?"
She shook her head.
"It's wild! Kind of half-dog fashion."
Then she felt his prick-head nose into her twat and she groaned. Yes, yes, that was it, jam it into her! She didn't care what the method or the angle. Jam it in!
He probed, withdrew and jabbed in deeper. There was a moment of dry skin-to-skin contact, then her juicy cunt coated him and he rammed into her full-prick, so deep it made her wince and brought tears to her eyes.
"Oh, yeah, cunt-fucking good!" he gasped, letting it soak a minute.
It went into her at a strange and primitive angle, like nothing she had ever felt before. Not that there wasn't room, there was plenty, but it made her feel wild to be entered this crazy way. It reminded her of watching a pair of dogs mating one day in their front-yard. She couldn't look away. That little male dog looked like he was having so much fun....
"Clark, tell me how it feels!"
"What?"
"When you're fucking me, as you climax, the whole thing!" "Why?"
"I'm interested. Men and women feel things differently. I just want to know. Can you?" "Hell, yes!" "Then please!"
"Damn, woman, why don't you just shut up and fuck?"
"Please, Clark."
"Okay, okay! It's a kick in the ass, makes my old dick get hot just looking at your tits through your blouse. Then when I got it off you thought I was gonna get a hard-on right away. I still do sometimes.
"Then when I got into your mouth I thought I was gonna blow some down your throat. It's mostly mental, I guess. Yeah, just psyched up, but damn, what a great feeling! like the top of my head is about ready to blow off, like I got a full head of live steam just waiting to blast off!"
"How about when you touch my tits?"
"Yeah, how about that? I'm a tit man, I love 'em, I just eat 'em up! At first it's like you see a gal with big ones in a store, with a tight blouse, and you want to run up and pet 'em and kiss 'em and tell her how beautiful they damn well are-but I know she'd yell rape, and I'd wind up ten years in prison, so I just stare and sometimes whistle. If she reacts, I try to talk to her....
"Hell, with you, I knew I had you! You'd screwed my kid, and when I saw you, I just said to myself, this is fuck-stuff, she'll love it. And you do!"
"Clark, how did it feel when you went inside me?"
"Oh, well, I was hot by then, I mean no-way-to-stop hot! My prick gets kind of numb then, so it can get inside, I guess, anyway I don't feel much down there. But my nuts are burning up, just on fire, and the only way to put out the fire is with a hosing down with the old jism!" "So you fuck?"
"Yeah, damn right. Instinct I guess, to just ram it down your cunt or ass-hole and pound and pound."
"And you're having fun?"
"You better hope to shit in the sink I'm having fun! Most wonderful, goddamn feeling in the world!"
"Oh, darling, do that again."
"What?"
"Fuck that same way, hit my clit with your cock! It sends me wild!"
"like this?" He jammed and edged forward at the same time.
Again she felt the white-hot daggers of electricity thrill through her. This was it! Oh, Lord, yes! She wagged her head and felt him slash against her tender clit again and again, and then on every stroke. She began to breathe like a steam engine, to pant and moan softly.
"Hey, you're starting! Tell me how you feel!"
"No, Clark, I can't, not now! No breath!"
He grinned and kept hitting her clit. Each time he saw and felt her build a little more. He leaned forward farther, caught both her tits and started to massage them.
"Kiss me!" she yelped, turning her head back over her shoulder.
His lips caught hers and he felt her shiver, then she groaned, and when it stopped her whole body rattled in a furious series of spasms he thought would tear her apart.
Then she screamed.
He had never been screamed into before. Their lips broke apart and her voice echoed around the room fading into a long wail and a sigh, then she dropped her hips to the bed and Clark had to react quickly to stay with her and keep his cock spot-deep inside her pussy.
She was breathing so hard he wondered if she was through. She turned her head so he could see her, and she winked at him A moment later when she had her breath back, she sighed and grinned up at him "What's the matter, you too worn out to finish your fuck?"
He swore and jammed into her hard, lifted her hips off the bed until he got her knees under her, then he stroked in long and hard.
After a dozen hard strokes he leaned down on her, caught her tits again and began rubbing them
"My titties really turn you on, don't they, lover?"
He didn't answer, simply kept pounding harder and harder into her.
She could almost hear his trigger snap. He snorted, then doubled the pace of his strokes, and his breath came hot and fast. She was ready for his pile-driving, hip-crunching thrust. It skidded her inches up the bed and she felt their bodies slam together, but her ass kept him from a deeper penetration than she had known before.
He hit her a dozen times before he sighed and fell on top of her, driving her into the bed. He rested there, while she relished the role of being slightly squashed by a just-fucked and well-satisfied man.
When he rolled away from her five minutes later, he whacked her ass smartly with his hand.
"How about a cup of coffee, you little bitch?" he boomed.
CHAPTER FOUR
A half-hour later Neva and Clark sat in the kitchen, both still naked. She had closed the curtains at the sink-window and felt comparatively safe. Their chairs were side-by-side and his hand was on her tits. Both nipples were fully extended from his constant petting.
"So I've been on nights the last month, that's why you haven't seen me at the baseball meetings."
"I wish I had!" She reached down to play with his half-hard prick. "You really going to tell your husband?" "Sure, we have an agreement!" "And he won't get mad?" "No, Sam's broad-minded. Besides, he has his fun with one of the girls at the office about once a month. He isn't hurting."
He sipped his coffee and watched her. "What a figure. How can you keep it so trim? I mean, you must be 38-25-36!"
She laughed. "Thanks, but last time I checked I was 36-26-35. My hips keep expanding on me."
"I'll expand on them again, soon as I finish my coffee!"
"You going to tell your wife?"
"You kidding? She'd yell bloody murder!"
"You let her play around, have other men?"
"Hell, no! Why should I?"
"You fuck around, she has the same right."
"You a damn Women Liberation nut?"
"No, you a damned male chauvinist pig?"
He laughed. "I guess I had that coming. But my wife wouldn't know how to act if some other guy made a pass."
"Want to bet?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well invite you over, leave your wife and Sam alone, and let him try to make out. We'll be in the kitchen or the bedroom fucking up a storm."
He looked at her. "You trying to break up a happy home?"
"No, just calling your bluff!" "She'd never go for it."
"I'm providing you with marriage insurance, Clark. The way it is, if she finds you laying another woman, she might just run home to mother, or to a lawyer. But if you let her fuck around, then you've got an airtight case, because she can do the same thing. Whether she does or not doesn't matter. It's the agreement that saves a hell of a lot of marriages."
"I don't know...." He bent over and kissed her breast, then sucked as much of it into his mouth as he could. She reached and pumped up and down on his prick until it was hard.
"Come on, let's talk it over in the bedroom!"
He let go of her tit, picked her up and carried her to the living room where the shades were drawn. He laid her down on the fuck-rug floor and spread her legs.
"Right here, hard and fast and tight!"
Before she could think of a good argument, she felt his big cock probing at her front door. She sighed and relaxed and sensed his head throbbing as it penetrated, then expanded her tube as he bored deep into her. With his second thrust she thundered through another climax and grinned at him through the tears.
"I just couldn't wait for you! That big cock of yours is a dandy! It's over ten inches, isn't it?"
He nodded. "But only for first-class pussy like this!"
Then he settled down to some serious cunt-poking.
Now his hip-bones ground against hers on every thrust, sending rivers of pain-pleasure through her brain. She lifted her legs, locking them high around his back, getting a grunt o satisfaction from him Then he stopped and pulled out of her.
"Roll over!" he ordered.
She did, and he spread her legs and felt he juiced-up, still wide-open pussy, but his finger came back to her ass.
"No!"she said softly.
"Yes, I need it!" His finger probed into her tight bung-hole and Neva tried to relax. A moment later he had her ass-hole loose and thrust his big cock against it.
She tensed, then tried to relax again as he got the head in a little, then pressed forward. Neva thought she was splitting in half. There was a small sharp pain, then he was inside, and she thrilled to the new feeling, the new hole. She sensed a different tempo in the big man's thrusts, and before he had made six strokes he yelled and fumbled for her tits as he climaxed. It was quieter than the first time, almost gentle, as if half in excuse.
Clark pulled out of her at once and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he dressed and sat watching her as she lay on the bed.
"A naked woman is the most beautiful still-life in the world, you know?" he said. Especially a beautiful naked broad like you!" He bent and kissed both her breasts, then stood up and headed for the door. "Clark, what's your wife's name?" "Martha, Marty. You really want to try that swapping deal?"
"Sure! I think you'll be surprised at Marty. Women get hot pants once in a while too, you know!" "If it doesn't work?"
"Then we'll forget the whole thing." She smiled. "But you could still come over to talk about baseball sometimes!"
Clark grinned. "That means I've got nothing to lose! Give her a call, any time."
"How about tomorrow night?"
"I'm on night work, remember?"
"Take the night off, it'll be worth it."
"Okay!"
She got to her hands and knees and wobbled her tits for him. "See you later!"
He went out the side door and down the block to where he had parked his car.
Neva took a long shower, and relived every moment of that wonderful morning. Then she got busy cleaning house, making the beds and doing the dishes. There was no baseball practice that day. When Tracy came home she was in the middle of waxing the kitchen, and she was glad to see that he was alone. She was going to stay as far away from him as she could for a few days.
She had a beautiful dinner ready the moment Sam stepped in the door. Sam looked at the table, then at his wife, and laughed.
"Okay, what did you break, or what do you want me to do?"
She hugged him tightly, pushing hard against him. Into his ear she whispered, "Darling, just make love to me tonight!"
He held her away, kissed her tenderly, and nodded. "It's a date!"
Dinner was the usual whirl and dishes, and then some TV. As soon as they had sent Tracy to bed, they closed up the house and went to their bedroom. They turned on the portable TV as a blind, and fell on the bed giggling.
"I've been needing some of your kind of loving all day," Sam said. "Feed me some tit!"
She pulled the blouse over her head and unsnapped the bra, but made him nose under it to find the goodies. After his mouth was well fitted with tit, she told him about her morning.
Sam doubled over with laughter when she told how she made Clark think she had taken the whole bottle of aspirin.
"Blue, I'll bet he was so worried he turned blue!" Sam said, gasping for air before he went blue himself.
Then he frowned. "Was this Clark really good?"
She pulled off her skirt and did a little dance as she got her panties down. "Sam, we don't make comparisons, remember, about bigger, or smaller, or wilder or better!"
"Damn it, was he better at fucking than me? I want to know!"
She smiled, touched his face and grinned. "No, darling, not nearly as good as you are! Now relax, I've set you up with his wife!"
Neva told Sam all about it then, to see what he thought. "Do you think they'll come, and do you think Clark will tell her what it's all about? Do you think you can fuck her?"
Sam's eyes sparkled. "I don't know, I don't know, but I'll damn sure give it everything I've got trying!"
"I think I'll call them now." She took out the team roster and found the phone number of Jimmy Hawthorne. A moment later she was talking to Martha Hawthorne.
"Mrs. Hawthorne? Hello, I'm Neva Stoner, Jim's baseball team scorer. You know, my husband's the coach...."
"Oh, yes, Jimmy plays over there sometimes."
"Could you and your husband come to our house tomorrow evening? We're having a little session with some parents of the boys, to talk about the season coming up. Just three couples, I think. Give us a chance to get to know one another better."
"Oh, Clark usually works evenings." There was a pause. "Would it be all right if I talk to him and call you back tomorrow morning? I'd love to come, but let me talk to Clark first."
"Fine, I'll count on hearing from you tomorrow!"
When Neva put the phone down she was smiling. "She's hooked, she wants to come. Clark didn't say anything about it, and from the sound of her voice, you'll have a job on your hands!"
"What does that mean?"
"She sounds like a little old puritan, and I bet she never uncrosses her legs in public!"
"That'll be a change! Yours seem to be spread most of the time."
She laughed and reached for his crotch. "Darling, it's hard to keep my legs crossed when you have both hands in there juicing up my cunnie!"
"Shut up and take your clothes off!"
"Hey, let's fuck with our clothes on, on the floor! Remember the first time you got into me?"
"Sure, just after the Lettermen's Club banquet, our senior year in high school!"
"Right, Sam and do you remember what happened during the banquet?"
Sam fell over on the bed laughing. "Remember? Hell yes, I remember!"
Neva let her mind swing back fourteen years to that big dinner. It was at the Grove Country Club, and all the letter-winners from the sports teams were there. She and Sam sat very close together, and before the fruit cocktail came, Sam had been playing around her knee.
"Sam don't!" she whispered.
He grinned. "Remember what I said I was going to do to you tonight?"
"Yes, but you won't!"
"Wanna bet?"
"Sure! I've got a secret weapon!" As she said it, she moved her left hand under the tablecloth and reached over to his leg. Then she pushed it between his legs and up to his crotch.
Sam looked at her quickly, then grinned. "I'll even unzip it if you want me to!" he whispered in her ear. She nodded, and a moment later his hands vanished down, then came back up.
Neva wasn't sure what she had started, but she was too worked up to stop then. She wormed her hand inside his pants, past the tight shorts until she touched him his bare, throbbing, hot and ready penis! She had never touched it before. He'd played around with her a little, but she hadn't wanted to touch him. Now it was safe enough.
Slowly and with some trouble, under the table, she worked his thick prick out of his shorts, then she began to pump up and down on it, slowly at first, watching his expression.
"Right here?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Right, Sam," she said out loud. "I think you're absolutely right!"
He wilted then, but brightened as she felt his excitement grow. There he was, getting jacked off with fifty other people in the room and they didn't even know it! Sam knew it wouldn't take long. He wanted to groan and start panting like crazy, but that would be a giveaway. Instead, he caught the eye of the guy across the table from him.
"Hey, Red, you ever see me do my imitation of a steam engine?"
"No, do I have to?"
"Damn right, now listen!" He began to huff and puff, and as he did so he felt Neva pumping faster under the table. He wanted to hump his hips to get more action, but all he could do was puff and whistle. Just as he knew he had to end his little performance, he climaxed and let go with five sudden escaping steam-jets-and got the attention of everyone in the room. r
A moment later Neva had both her hands above the tablecloth, leading the clapping for her man, grinning at him all the time like a little devil.
Sam had taken his bows while seated. He threw kisses at them and waved, then settled back down as the salad was served. For a few moments his hands were out of sight, and Neva wanted to giggle, knowing he was getting his prick put away and trying to wipe up the cum that must have squirted all over.
Later that same night, Sam had her in the back seat of his car on a lover's lane, a private one they had invented all for themselves, with a fake gate and everything.
"Now, you're gonna make it up to me for jacking me off in front of fifty people!" Sam told her. She sighed and set her jaw at him They had been over this route before, and she had always won the battle. Tonight she meant to be no different. She had jacked him off because her older sister said that technique worked sometimes when you got in a really tight spot. But she had done it too soon. Now he was hot and ready to go again, and the can of beer they had shared made him all the more eager.
"I'm gonna strip you right down to your panties, and then tear them off you with my teeth!" Sam growled.
It had been touch-and-go for a few minutes, with Neva putting him down, and Sam doing some pawing and petting and kissing. What ended it was when she slapped him. "What the hell?"
"Look, maybe I'm old-fashioned or something, but I don't want to do it. Not yet! I don't want to get some disease and I don't want to get pregnant." She was crying by then. "Sam, I like you a lot, but I want to wait and do it the first time with the man I marry!"
Sam turned and swore at the blackness of the night for five minutes, then he turned back and asked her to marry him. She was so stunned she couldn't even talk, she just nodded and took his hands and put them inside her dress. They got a blanket and lay on the soft cool grass, and both stripped bare and made love three times.
Neva shook her head and snapped back to reality in her own bedroom. Hands were undressing her. She looked up quickly, but this Sam was heavier, hair thinning, and he was a lot better at undressing a girl.
His mouth closed around one of her breasts, and he chewed on it, then looked up.
"You thinking about that first time, on the blanket?"
She nodded.
"That was something! I had no more idea I wanted to marry you that night, than I wanted to go to the moon. Then there I was with one hand on your leg, asking you to be my wife!"
"That leg was good for something," she said. "Thank you, leg, for my husband!"
He pushed her over onto the softness of the bed, finished stripping her, then lay down beside her.
"Let's leave the floor and the blankets under trees at midnight to the kids, shall we? My knees can't take it anymore."
They both grinned and kissed, and then made love so simply and tenderly that for just a moment they did believe they were seventeen again, virginal and eager and very much in young love.
The next day was baseball practice again, with just a week left to the opening game. Neva had the house cleaned and caught the reducing show "Phil's Fat Farm" on the TV. She had just finished the exercises when Tracy raced into the living room, home from school.
"Hey, okay if Jerry rides to practice with us tonight? His mom is getting her hair fixed."
"Sure! Cookies in the jar and milk in the reefer," she said, heading for the bedroom. Then she stopped, a small, sneaky thought in her mind. Why Jerry, where was Jim Hawthorne? Had his father told him to stay out of the house, and out of her? She turned and went into the kitchen.
Jerry turned out to be a stockily built, husky kid. He was fourteen too, she remembered, and his flashing black eyes and dark hair spoke of Spanish or Mexican blood somewhere in his background.
"Hi, Jerry, ready for practice?" she asked.
He turned, and she saw with surprise that he was rubbing a large bulge behind his fly.
Jerry grinned and she saw a tooth missing. "I hear the real game is right here!"
Neva was so startled, so surprised by his bold move and the insolent tone of his voice, that she didn't know what to do. She wanted to run and hide, to crawl into a packing case and slam down the top. Somehow she couldn't stare this boy down.
"I guess you must put out for the milkman right here on the kitchen floor-right, baby?" he leered.
Her frown was deep, puzzled, but she didn't move.
She watched in fascination as the boy zipped down his fly, reached inside and pulled out his thick, short prick.
"Looks pretty good, right? Hear you haven't had any cock since your old man banged you last night. How about a quick piece of tail right now?"
He walked up to her quickly, his hands pawing at her breasts, working inside the tight T-shirt she always wore for exercising. His hand wormed over one of her breasts, and he grinned.
"Good tits, yeah, fine ones!" He took her hands and pulled them both down to his prick. "How you want it, standing up or on the good ol' floor?"
She pulled her hands away and stepped back, freeing herself from his hands.
"No, Jerry, don't do that! You go out and wait in the car, I want to talk to my son."
The boy was right in front of her again. He was almost as tall as she was, and she knew he was much stronger. He must be a weight-lifter, she decided, looking at his surging biceps.
"Cool it, Mrs. Stoner! Nobody is ever gonna know. Just you and me, a prick and a pussy, gonna make ends meet here at your place!"
He hooked one leg behind her ankles, tripped her, caught her as she fell, and spread her on her back on the kitchen linoleum.
In that wild moment, her sanity returned and her ability to protest with some authority.
"Jerry, you behave yourself! I don't know what the boys have told you, but it absolutely is not true! I've just been exercising, and I'm ready to take a shower. Now if you don't get yourself covered up, I'll call your mother and tell her exactly what you've said and done!"
"No lie!" Jerry said, pretending to be frightened. Nevertheless he got off and let h up.
"That's exactly what I'll do!" She stood u trying hard not to look at the bulge of his stiff prick. "Now you stay in the living room with Tracy. I'll be ready to drive you to the field fifteen minutes. She hastened away from him down the hall, into her bedroom, and flopping on the bed. She shook her head. Where had that one come from? Then she remembered the shower. She always showered after the Fat Far show. She stripped, made sure the bedroom door was locked, and stepped into the shower.
The water wasn't even adjusted yet when she noticed a change in the light in the bath cubicle. She gasped as the door closed softly. What in the world ?
A moment later the shower door opened and Jerry stepped in, as naked as she was.
"Hope you don't mind two in a shower, Mrs. Stoner. At our house things get crowded, so I'm used to it."
His prick was still hard, and he stepped against her, pushing her into the corner and catching her breasts. A moment later he had bent down and sucked one delicious pink-tipped ice cream cone into his mouth.
"Jerry, no!" she wailed. "Jerry, stop that!" She scolded him with her lips, but already her eyes had closed, her hands hung limp at her sides.
Jerry didn't answer her, he couldn't. He had pulled half her big, floppy, bouncing tit into his mouth, chewing on it like an apple. His hands were working on her other goodie tit, rubbing it, smoothing it, petting it, working up to the cherry-red nipple, which he snapped until it stood tall and straight.
He was gonna do it to her! He was gonna get himself fucked again right here in the bathroom! He just had to do it. It was so wild, so crazy, so wonderful, he would go all crummies when his dick shot off inside her.
Jerry moved one hand down to her crotch, listening to her wild protests but not paying any attention. Man, she got hot in a rush! One look at his dick and he knew she was done for. She was a real fucker!
He pulled his hand up between her legs, and for just a second her legs clamped together, then as he pulled upward she spread them and he thought his prick was going to shoot off right there! He reached for the soap and got both his hands all soapy, then he began to lather her crotch. She was moaning now. Suddenly she grabbed his prick and began working it. Jerry beat down the urge to blow it right there. Instead he reached down and gave her the bar of soap to use on his balls. A few minutes later they were both soapy from head to foot, and she knelt down in the tub. He reached over and turned off the water as her mouth went around his throbbing cock.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and wouldn't let go. He felt his whole body quiver, then his hips began a little dance, and a minute later he was humping hard into her mouth.
Neva held onto the bouncing hips in front of her and tasted the soap from his prick as it jammed in and out of her mouth. She didn't know how it had happened. She had been so strong, so resolute. She had put him down, told him to stop, and then went into the bathroom. Then when he stepped into the shower all naked and his prick hot and ready, she just melted.
Damn, but it was fine! His prick was so young and new and so small, and tasted like an uncooked weenie. She sucked on it hard, and got one hand up to his balls, where she squeezed them so hard that he yelped.
It made him cum. She took the load, swallowed it and came off him and stood up, teetering.
She caught his prick in one hand and pulled him with her out of the shower and across the bedroom, where they fell on the bed. The window was wide open, along with the curtain, but she didn't care if anybody looked in. She rolled over on her back and lifted her knees, spreading her thighs. She grabbed his finger and pushed it down between her legs, and showed him how to rub her clit.
"Rub me off, you little fucker, I've earned it!" she gasped.
He grinned and twanged her with one hand as he leaned up to kiss her. His tongue came out, digging deep into her mouth, then he dropped down to her tits.
"Biggest tits I've ever seen!" he muttered as he rubbed.
Neva hardly heard him. She felt the glow, the boiling mists that shrouded her like a fog, billowing around her, sending her off on a fantastic journey that she hoped would never stop....
It was a wild and wonderful rig she rode in, sailing halfway into the heavens before she looked down into the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. It was a valley with tall trees, then as she looked closer they were all cocks, hundreds of feet tall, each one twitching and purple, like it was ready to cum!
Jerry hit the exact spot again, and Neva exploded. The thousands of pricks below her erupted, showering her with glob after glob of cum until she was coated in it, then swimming in it as she sailed on past, and her body shivered in a long, hard series of climaxes such as she had never felt before. It was teeth-rattling, smashing, tremendous!...
She blinked and sat up, her hand still wrapped around Jerry's small prick, which had turned hard again.
"I want to fuck you, inside your cunt!"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"I don't want you to!"
"Fuck, you love it!" He pushed her legs apart and went between them. She looked at his cock and closed her eyes.
Jerry yelped in victory and pushed forward until his cock touched her thighs.
"No, Jerry!"
"Yes, yes, and right now!"
He moved on up, probed her juicy hole with his finger and jammed ahead hard. His small prick hit her clit, then adjusted and sank into the wide-open cunt that was waiting for him
Jerry yelped again as he fell forward, grabbing tits with both hands, resting on his stomach, letting his hips pump the tool up her canal. He was faster than he wanted to be, and before he was sure he had jammed in as far as he could go, he felt the old cum starting.
It burned a path through his loins and out his prick until it splashed red-hot liquid fire into her pussy. As soon as he made his final spurt, he pulled out of her and ran for the bedroom doorway, where he had stripped off his clothes.
He swallowed twice before he could talk. He looked at his wristwatch.
"You better get dressed, Mrs. Stoner. We're gonna be late for practice as it is!"
Neva giggled. He had just been sucked off, he ad played with her tits and her cunt in the shower, then he got fucked-now he was worried bout being late for a damn baseball practice! She went to the bathroom cleaned up quickly and dressed. She giggled all the way out the car. In the kitchen she had found Tracy, he looked flushed, avoided her eyes, and she w a small spot on his shirt that was wet. She smiled at him and winked. "You jack off, Tracy?" He looked away. "Well, did you, son? It's all right. It doesn't bother me!" He nodded.
"Good, now let's get out of here fast, or your d will chew us out for being late."
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day about noon Martha Hawthorne called back. She said her husband had to work that night, but he would be off Saturday. They arranged to meet at the Stoners' at seven-thirty Saturday evening, and Neva tore into her housecleaning. There would be a practice game the next day, so she had to have at least the living room clean.
And the bedroom she thought, anticipating the session she would have with Clark Hawthorne in bed. It would be wild! She wasn't making any bets on Marty Hawthorne until she saw the woman. Some just didn't like to fuck, maybe she was one of them.
Neva was tired, but she had finished cleaning house when the kids swarmed in about three-thirty. Tracy had brought Jim Hawthorne home with him, and Jim's sister Penny had trailed along. She was fourteen, had good little breasts and fine legs, and Neva caught the signs immediately. Penny was ga-ga over her son Tracy. Tracy didn't seem to notice, but Penny did everything but undress for him. She was just at that stage where she was almost a woman. She wanted somebody to notice her, but wasn't quite sure how to go about it.
The kids were watching TV in the front room. Neva didn't mean to snoop, but she saw Jim's hand snake over and slide under his sister's short skirt. Penny didn't seem to notice for a minute, then she slid sideways, closer to Tracy, and frowned at her brother.
Neva heard a barking on the front porch, and a moment later Jim ran out the front door and called to her.
"Mrs. Stoner, is it okay if I bring in Prince? He's our German shepherd, and our mom's gone out, so I have to take care of him this afternoon."
Neva had always liked dogs. She stood in the kitchen doorway and nodded as Jim led in the fully-grown male shepherd. He must weigh at least a hundred-and-a-quarter, she thought. The dog lay down beside Jim, and Neva went back to work on the dinner.
An hour later Sam came home from work, kissed her and pushed his hand inside her blouse, cupping one bare tit.
"Hey, I love this no-bra way of dressing!" he whispered. "I ever tell you, you give me a hard-on fast this way?"
Neva pulled his face close and kissed him, washing off his lips with her tongue before she jammed it deep inside his mouth.
"Got time for a quickie?" she whispered.
He nodded, pushed his hips against hers until she could feel his rod bulging at his crotch.
"Baby, I could fuck you right here standing up if you had a hole in your drawers!"
She wanted to unbutton her blouse right there, but she decided not to, with three kids in the front room. She went into the bedroom first, then Sam came a minute later. They didn't worry what the kids might think, and as soon as Neva got into the bedroom she closed the door partway, drew the shades and stripped.
When Sam came in rubbing his crotch, she was standing with her legs apart, humping up her red-hot cunt for him to see. He didn't even close the door. He jerked his pants open, pulled out his big cock and moved toward her. He backed her up against the wall and lifted her butt up until he could jam into her.
Neva leaned back against the wall and wrapped her legs around his hips as he began to stroke into her. Neva thought she was going to faint. It was so delicious, so different. She'd never been fucked in this position by anybody. It was wanton!
At first she thought she was going to fall, but he kept up his steady pressure, and she gripped him hard. His big log-prick slamming into her cunt brought wave after wave of delicious warmth swirling through her body. She felt him jam right up to his very pelvic bones, crashing into her softness, hitting her where it felt so damn good.
On every stroke his big balls swung up and slapped her ass with a kind of love-tap that started feeling better and better.
She knew she was going to climax. As far as she could tell, he hadn't even touched her clit, but she knew that with her it didn't matter. Sometimes just getting poked with a man's big cock would do it!
The long slow build began, and she rode it for all it was worth. She had never felt so damn sexy in her life! It was as though she was being hanged and screwed at the same time.
His hips moved forward and her back arched a little more as he jabbed into her from a slightly different angle. He was starting to pant. Neva knew they sounded like a herd of buffalo but she didn't care. It was too good to stop. She hung onto his shoulders now as the fire burned more and more fiercely....
When the climax came it was so short and swift that she almost missed it. She cried out in surprise and ecstasy as it roared through her. It came at almost the same moment for Sam as he lunged ahead with a full head of steam. She knew he was spurting into her, blasting his seed hard and fast into her fertile guts, but she was still coming down from her own climax, and she could only squeeze and hug his dick inside her until he groaned in sudden pleasure.
Ten minutes before, in the living room, Jimmy had nudged Tracy when he saw Neva go down the hall and into the bedroom at the far end.
"Her blouse was open," he whispered to the other boy.
Tracy frowned and shook his head. A moment later Sam came out of the kitchen and without looking toward them went quickly down the hall and into the bedroom.
Jimmy grinned and made a circle with his thumb and finger, and with his other forefinger began poking through the hole.
"Yeah," he said, looking at Tracy. "I bet they are!"
Tracy saw the gesture but shook his head. "Naw, they wouldn't, right now."
Penny frowned and looked at Jimmy. "What does that mean?" she asked.
Jimmy grinned. "Oh, come on, you know!" "No, not really." "The hell you don't!"
"James, don't swear or I'll tell your mother! Now what does it mean?" She turned to Tracy. "You tell me!"
Tracy gulped and shook his head. Jimmy had stood up and moved down the hall silently. He got almost to the bathroom, then hurried on inside. A moment later his head came out and he motioned to the other two.
"We really shouldn't," Penny said.
"Why not?" Tracy asked.
"Well, that's their bedroom, and it's ... you know, private."
"Yeah, but they're not going to sleep. I bet they're going in there to ... you know!" Tracy looked at her, and suddenly he realized Penny had developed into a real girl. The swell of her tits was really something!
"No, I don't know what you mean, Tracy. What?" She had edged next to him until her leg touched his.
Tracy gulped. "Let's go see."
Together they went down the hall and slipped into the bathroom. Jim was rubbing his cock through his pants. He closed the bathroom door, his eyes wide. "Holy tits, I saw them, I really saw them! She's naked in there!"
Tracy looked at Penny but she didn't blush. She only licked her lips, a determined look on her face.
"Just open the door a crack after I turn off the light, and you can see right into the bedroom." He killed the light and they all put their eyes to the crack of the open door.
Penny thought she was going to faint. The bedroom was lit by the open window and she saw it all plainly. Neva was leaning back against the bedroom wall. Sam Stoner, still dressed, stood in front of her, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Furiously, Penny tried to imagine how it might work. Yes, they were in the right position!
As she watched, Penny was aware of a hand on her leg. She started to push it away, then pulled her hand back and moved it toward Tracy. He was so cute it made her heart ache, but he didn't pay much attention to her. She moved a little, then put her hand down directly on his crotch. He jumped but stayed still.
Tracy didn't move, so she began rubbing at his crotch the way she'd seen Jim do to himself one night. Her eyes were fixed on the pair in the bedroom. Sam was pumping furiously at Neva now, his big thing must be sliding in and out fast, Penny thought. She felt Jim's hand slide under her skirt and up to her panties, but she didn't move.
She watched the woman, fascinated. Neva's breasts were big and bouncing as she took the blows from the man's tool. Oh, it must be enormous, Penny thought, lots bigger than they showed in the sex education classes. She felt the hand on her panties rubbing her crotch. It felt warm and wonderful. Now it seemed to be a little sticky.
She moved her hand up the front of Tracy's fly, and mysteriously she found it unzipped. Her hand darted inside, wormed through his shorts and grasped his round, hard little prick.
Penny felt a wild, strange thrill course through her body. She shivered and shivered and shook as though she had a chill. This had never happened before! She grasped the prick harder and began to work it up and down. Yes, he liked that! She felt Tracy's hips move against her....
Penny had been so intent on working Tracy that she had barely noticed when her brother's hand had wormed under her panties and fingers had massaged her pussy. But now she realized they were there, stroking, prodding, prying. She moved and the hand stopped.
In the other room Sam Stoner lunged furiously at his wife, then stopped, and they saw her feet come down to the floor slowly.
"We better get out of here," Jim whispered. Nobody moved, not a hand.
"We could go to my room and listen to records," Tracy said. "I've got an inside lock on the door."
They all moved at once-hands dropped, bodies moved, the door edged open and the three teenagers slipped into the hall, down to the corner and into Tracy's room at the far side of the house.
As soon as they got into the room, Tracy locked the door and they all looked at each other. Penny frowned, remembering.
"Who was touching me in the bathroom?"
Jim giggled. "Hell, I was, I had my finger right in your little pussy!"
Tracy looked at her quickly. "And you were holding me, right, Penny?"
Jim looked at her suddenly. "You were?"
Her chin came up. "What if I was?"
"I liked it," Tracy said. He sighed. "I guess you wouldn't want to do it again?"
Jim reached down and unzipped his pants. Penny watched in fascination as he reached inside and pulled out his still-stiff prick. She looked at it for a moment, then motioned to him. "Sit down on the bed!" She stared at Tracy a moment, then took a step toward him knelt in front of him and slowly unzipped his pants, reached in and took out his prick..
For a second she thought she was going to cry. He was so pretty, so beautiful and lovable, she wanted to weep. Instead she took his hand and led him to the bed, then sat between the two boys and grasped both their pricks.
As soon as she did this, Tracy turned and touched her breasts, then pulled up her sweater until he could see her bra.
"It unsnaps in back," she murmured.
It took them both a minute to get it open, then she let it fall down her slim arms.
Tracy touched her bare breasts first, tenderly, as if they were jewels of great price. As he touched them Penny sighed and shivered.
"Oh, Tracy! That ... that feels so wonderful!" She turned and kissed his lips quickly. "Pet me again like that!"
Tracy blinked, looked down at his hard cock held securely in her small hand, and tried to believe it. He rubbed her breast again, and saw that Jim was doing the same thing. Tracy leaned over and kissed her, pressing hard on her lips, and as he did so he turned until he was almost on top of her and pushed her gently back or? the bed.
He lay full length on her body. His prick had slipped from her hand and pushed against her belly. He held the kiss and got one hand on her tit again.
When his lips slid off hers he reached for her crotch.
"Tracy, you shouldn't...."
He kissed her again, then gently untangled the bra from her arms and bent to kiss her breasts. As he did so, Penny climaxed again. Great spasms of delight shuttled through her tender young body, making her gasp and moan in joy. She humped her hips at his, thrilled with sudden revelation.
Both boys worked on her now, pulling her skirt up to her waist, then stretching her soft white panties down over her hips till they dangled by one ankle.
Tracy looked down at her crotch and breathed deeply. A forest of hair! His hand explored it and Penny moaned.
"No, Tracy, don't! I might get pregnant!"
Tracy barely heard her. His fingers wound through the hair until they found the wet spot, and a moment later he had pushed his finger inside her.
She gasped and moaned again as still another quick climax sped through her virgin body. Then she pushed them both aside and sat up.
She didn't try to cover herself. Instead she reached for the stiff pricks and began to jack them off. It was the only way, she knew. Get them cooled down and she could get out. Tracy came first, spurting onto the bed-covers in a quick six shots. Then she slipped back into her bra and went to work on Jim He was slower, but when she got on her knees and let him put his finger up her cunt, he groaned and blasted into her hand in five grunting strokes.
Penny slid off the bed, pulled her panties back up and wiggled her ass at the boys.
"We'd better get some music going or we'll be in trouble if your folks come in," she said.
They just made it. The record-player throbbed into a wild beat and two decks of cards appeared on the carpet, as Tracy unlocked the door and opened it a few inches. They were absorbed in a game of blackjack when Sam Stoner bellowed from down the hall.
"Jim, your mother's on the phone!"
Jim ran down the hall and talked for a minute. When he came back he was unhappy. "Damn, got to go to the store! Tracy, you ride me over to my place on your bike, and well both go. Mom said we could get an ice cream sandwich while we're there." Tracy nodded agreement. Jim turned to his sister. "I covered for you, said you went for a walk with Prince."
The boys ran down the hall and out the door. Penny followed them into the living room where Prince lay. As she picked up the leash she saw Sam Stoner reading the paper.
"Guess I better get going on my walk with Prince, Mr. Stoner," she said.
He looked up, blinked and looked again. "Oh, let's see, you're Jim's sister, right?"
She admitted it.
"You're really growing up, getting a good pair ... getting a good figure!"
Penny was thrilled. He had noticed her breasts. They were growing.
"Where's Mrs. Stoner? I should thank her for the nice visit."
"She had to go to the cleaners, won't be back for an hour."
"Well, I guess I better be going."
She turned and Sam stood up. There was something about the way she twitched her little ass, and the way she threw her head, that fascinated him.
"How old are you now, Penny?" he asked, walking beside her toward the door.
"Almost sixteen," she lied.
"Hell, before long you'll be getting married!"
She giggled. "Not for a long time, Mr. Stoner." She turned and pushed out her chest. "Do you think I have good breasts?"
Sam laughed to cover up his surprise. What should he say, that they were good but his wife's were better? Or should he rub them a little and say they were great?
"Nice," he said. "Very nice breasts."
Penny pulled her skirt up until he could see her crotch and her white panties. "Do I have good legs?"
Sam nodded mutely. His mouth was dry.
"And your wife is gone for an hour?"
"Yes."
"We're all alone?" "Yes!"
"Would you like to undress me?"
"Not if you're going to scream rape and run out into the street! Not if you're going to start and then beg me to stop. Not if you're going to cry, kid!"
"I might cry a little," she said as she pulled the sweater off over her head. She took his hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom. "This will be my first time. I'm a virgin."
He stopped her. "Nobody has ever fucked you?"
She shook her head.
"You sure you want it now?"
"Yes, from a real man who knows what he's' doing, not some kid fumbling around!"
"Fumbling around can be a lot of fun."
"But I want it now, I'm so worked up I could explode!"
"Why?"
"The boys were fumbling around."
"Tracy and Jim? I'll be damned!"
Penny had unhooked her bra and let it slide off her tits. Sam looked at them. His hand cupped one, and he realized how small they were compared to Neva's.
"You sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, fuck me, Mr. Stoner. Please fuck me!"
He didn't waste any time after that. He wanted her well out of the house before Neva came, or anyone else dropped by.
He laid her on the bed and petted her breasts, then kissed her and moved down to chew on her tits for a few seconds. He let her undress him and marvel at his big hard cock and the heavy, hairy sack of balls.
She hesitated when he pulled at her skirt, but she let him take it off. Then her panties came down and he kissed her virgin crotch.
"Are you sure, Penny?"
She had both hands around his cock in awe, and only nodded. His finger went into her and she yelped. When he saw how small she was, he hesitated. She wasn't sixteen, probably a hot-pants fourteen would be closer. Nevertheless Sam nosed the head of his cock into her tight hole, worked it around a few moments to distribute the lubricant. Next he dropped a glob of spit directly on the head of his prick, and worked it around before he thrust gently forward. He held his hand over her mouth as he moved up an inch. She didn't scream, but tears rimmed her eyes. He jabbed once more, then she shivered and he was inside.
"Sorry I'm so big. I didn't really hurt you, but you'll be sore for a week or so. How does it feel now?"
"Hurts like hell! But it feels wonderful."
He pumped half a dozen times and then pulled out of her.
"That's all?"
Sam laughed. "I'm not about to get you pregnant! You on the pill?"
"No."
"Then that's all you're getting! Now get your ass dressed." He watched her dress, cover up those proud young tits, and swish her buns into her panties. She'd be a good one in a few years. He hoped she lasted that long. He sighed. She would, she had just had a good lesson.
Ten minutes later he escorted her out the kitchen door so she could go through the alley. That was when she remembered the dog, Prince.
"Leave him here tonight. Tell your mother you walked by and I asked if I could keep him for a while. I like shepherds."
Penny shrugged. "Okay."
He kissed her goodbye. "Grow up slow, Penny," he said.
Sam went back inside and looked at Prince He was a fine-looking German shepherd, wit" good pointed ears, a black muzzle and stron legs. But why in hell had he asked to keep him. Hell, he didn't know. He settled back down with his paper, and the big dog came over and curie up at his feet. Sam reached down and scratched his ear, and had his fingers licked for his trouble. Who said all shepherds were hard to get to know?
A half-hour later Neva came home and started getting dinner. She commented on the dog, then went into the kitchen.
Tracy came in, out of breath from riding the bike, and turned on the television. Sam stared at him for a minute. He had been messing around with Penny, got the girl all worked up. Sam couldn't help but be a little pleased. A damn chip off the old cock!
Prince was the star of the show after dinner. He was a big baby, gentle and friendly. Mrs. Hawthorne called, making sure it was all right about their keeping the dog overnight, and when Sam told her it was just fine, she said she'd have Jim come over in the morning and get him. She said they were looking forward to coming over tomorrow night.
Tracy got to bed about nine-thirty, and when Sam decided it was time to hit the sack, Prince followed them into the bedroom.
"I hope he sleeps on your side of the bed," Neva said with a grin.
They had barely turned out the lights when Sam sat up in bed.
"Hey, you feeling sexy?"
"Any time!" she said.
"How would you like to do something different, one way you've never had it?"
Neva laughed and rolled toward him, reaching for his crotch. "Darling, we've done it every way known to man!"
"Yeah, that's what I mean, something different." His hands were all over her then.
Neva lay there in a soft pink cloud of delight. She loved to be petted and pawed and played with. And she loved to be fucked and sucked and corn-holed. She liked it any way and every way they had ever tried. Long ago she had decided sex to her was what booze gets to be for some women. It was something she loved, and she had no intention of stopping it or even slowing down. Why should she?
She felt Sam's hands on her tits and then roving down her flanks, up her tender inner thighs and then playing around her hole. He jammed one finger up her ass a few times to hear her yelp, then worked on her clit a dozen times until he knew she was so worked up she wouldn't come down for an hour. He'd be asleep in ten minutes after he came, but she'd still be flying.
"How about dog-fashion tonight, baby?" Sam said.
"You asking or telling?"
"Telling," he said, and switched on the bed-lamp.
"Hey, who needs light? You know where the places are,..."
"I'd better lock the door. Tracy seems to be getting curious about girls."
Neva bit her lip before she said anything.
On the way back from the door, Sam stumbled over the dog.
"Hey, I forgot about you, boy! Up boy, up!" The big dog jumped up on the bed and Sam laughed. He looked at his own hard cock and then down at the dog. "I wonder how big a prick old Prince here has?" he chuckled.
Neva frowned, then leaned up on her elbows. "Ask him."
Sam whacked her rump. "Smart-ass! How can we get him hot?"
"Show him a girl dog's pussy."
"Sure!" Sam reached in under the big dog and brushed the sheath that held his penis. He did it again, then gently caught hold of it. The dog whined and stood up. The tip of his red peter showed out of the sheath.
"Hey, I think he gets the idea! Let him sniff your pussy, baby, it should help."
"What? No..." She stopped. Why not? She wanted to see Prince's little prick too. She pulled back the sheets and humped her cunt toward the dog's nose. He zeroed in on it like a missile. His nose moved down, sniffing. Before he could lick her, Neva yelped and covered herself.
Sam touched the sheath again and moved it slowly out and back, and on-signal a three-inch, bright red shiny cock pushed out of the sheath. It was about as big around as Sam's finger.
Sam laughed. "Hey, I think he-likes you! You really want to try something different?"
Neva was puzzled for a moment, then shrank back in surprise.
"Sam, no! I won't let that thing near me."
"Oh, come on, you've heard of girls who keep big shepherds just for cock-service! The girls say these big ones can perform twice a day and never go stale. Doesn't hurt them, doesn't hurt the dog."
"No, Sam!"
"Hell, I've ass-fucked you dog-fashion, and I've pussy-poked you dog-fashion. And his dick isn't a third as big as mine!"
He kissed her, while Prince panted and tried to sniff her cunt.
"You chicken?"
"Yes!"
"Look, I'll fuck the next German shepherd female we get in the house. Okay? Now assume the position and let's see what he'll do. He might not even like you, he may not want your old cunt!"
She was weakening. He got his hands on her twat and began hitting her clit.
"Just think, a new twist, something new for you, after ten years, a really new, new way! It would be a real thrill to know he was up there and then to feel him getting inside! It would be like your virgin fuck all over again!"
She held up her hands. "Okay, stop with the courtroom arguments. I'll let him nose around, but that's all!"
She rolled over and got on her hands and knees.
"I even feel like a damn cocker spaniel this way," she complained.
Sam moved Prince up where he could sniff her up-thrust butt. He pushed her legs apart a little more, and the dog sniffed right into her cunt.
"YIIIIPPPPEEEESSSS! He sniffed my pussy!"
"Sure he did! He does like you. Look, I think he's going to give you a try."
As Sam spoke the dog moved forward, then jumped up, putting his paws on Neva's back. His hips moved up toward hers. Already his hind quarters were pumping, but he hadn't even made contact yet.
"No, Sam, stop him!" Neva wailed.
Sam saw the trouble, she was too low. He pulled her higher and pushed the dog's hindquarters down a little. He saw the long, slippery red prick dart between her ass-cheeks, then drop lower, and a strangled cry came from Neva.
"My God, he's touching my cunnie! Don't let him get in there, Sam. Don't!"
Then it was too late. The dog lunged forward, found the range and rammed his small prick deep inside her. Only her big ass-buns kept him from fully penetrating. But two inches of his prick darted in and out of her cunt in lightning-stroke fashion.
"Oh, Sam!" she wailed. Then the tone of her voice changed. "Sam, this is wild! I've never felt anything like it before!" Before she could say anything more, she climaxed with a sudden rush that left her breathless. When she could talk again she looked over her shoulder at Sam.
"It's crazy! It feels so hot, like I'm burning almost, and it jets in and out so fast, I could almost cum again!"
As she said this, the dog gave a series of extra thrusts and Neva jerked and shuddered.
"He's cumming inside me!" she yelped. She fell flat, and in the instant it took to complete the movement, it jerked the dog's dick out of her while it was still spewing cum.
She jumped up immediately and ran for the bathroom.
Sam got the big dog quieted down and bedded on a rug, then he lay down on his side of the bed and waited. When Neva came out twenty minutes later she was red-eyed and quiet. She wouldn't talk to Sam, she simply turned away from him and went to sleep.
"Goddamn it!" Sam said ruefully. It had seemed like a wild idea at the time. It was more than an hour before he got to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Saturday morning breakfast was very quiet in the Stoner household. Neva hardly spoke to Sam. She got Tracy ready for baseball practice, but said she couldn't go since she had to clean house before the company came that night. Sam shook his head and went out the door. By noon Neva was feeling better. She had teken two more showers but still didn't feel clean. That dog had ejaculated right into her cunt! It made her feel so dirty, she hardly knew what to do. Maybe other women did it, but that didn't mean she had to, or that she had to like it. It had been wild though-that hot, hard thrust, like a red-hot poker, and so small in size. No, she wouldn't think about it again; it was with a beast, and she simply wouldn't even consider it. She had felt so damn wonderful when Sam was petting her last night, then to have him do something like that!
She cleaned house again, going over things she had done the day before, out of vengeance, spite, or what else she didn't know. By noon she was exhausted. She put out sandwich fixings and went to the bedroom for a brief nap. She was careful to lock the door from the inside before she lay down. She slept, and didn't dream, so when she woke about two she felt refreshed and ready to face the rest of the day.
For a brief moment she thought about the evening, with Marty and Clark Hawthorne. It should be an interesting evening. She hoped she would be able to watch Marty as Sam tried to seduce her. It should be a ball! She half-hoped Marty would slap him and put him down hard. She was combing her hair when someone knocked on the door.
"Yes?"
"Honey, I need a clean pair of socks, can I come in?" "No!"
"Come on, let's talk it over." "No!"
"Why not? Are you scared to talk about it?" "No!"
"Then open the damn door!"
Neva opened it but stood aside as Sam came in.
He walked past her, then turned. "Honey, look, I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd have such a reaction. If I knew, I never would have let him do it."
"I told you no, Sam."
He grinned and went toward her. "You've said no to every new thing we've tried, remember? First time I wanted to eat your cunt you said it was disgusting, remember? First time I tried to get my finger up your butt, you hit me with your fist! Hell, it's just your pattern."
"But this time I really meant it."
"That's my point, honey, how could I possibly know?"
She frowned. It made sense, damn it, it was logical as hell. She raised her brows. "Yeah, I guess I see what you mean. I used to say no a lot."
Sam moved toward her, his big hands reaching for her shoulders, pulling her in close until her breasts pushed hard against his chest.
"I'm sorry, Sam. It really didn't hurt me, and it was exciting in the wildest way! I thought his little pecker was on fire, the way it drilled into me." She pushed back and stared into his eyes. "But I don't ever want to do it again, is that understood?"
He told her it was, then bent and nuzzled against her tits. "Damn, a bra!"
"I wear one sometimes." "Just to put me down!" "Usually."
She reached up and kissed his lips firmly, letting her tongue wet them as she drew away. Her hands went under her blouse and unhooked the bra.
Sam worked his hands under the blouse and up until he felt the surging softness. "Yeah, that's my girl!" he said. "That's the feel of tits I like!" He left her for a moment, moved quickly to the door and locked it again, then hurried to the bed and lay down on it. "Come here!" he said.
Neva was grinning as she went to the bed and draped herself over his big frame, jamming her hips solidly against his crotch and humping up and down a few times.
She pulled down his pants and shorts, throwing them on the floor, and fondled his big cock.
"Is there anything you want to say no to?"
She glanced at him, shook her head. "Just one thing-and Prince isn't here!"
He took her blouse off slowly, playing as he went, warming her, tweaking her nipples, biting them as they hung down toward him.
"Delicious!" he murmured.
"You ever chew on chocolate?"
He bit one nipple before he answered.
"Couple of times, when I was in the service." "How was she?"
"Delicious. I like chocolate, remember? Her tits tasted just like yours do, delicious."
"Come on, how was it different. Do they smell?"
"Sure, every woman smells, some good, some bad, everyone different." "Was she a good fuck?" "Not as good as you."
She kissed him and smiled. "How old was she?"
"She said she was eighteen, but she must have been younger."
"Did she have big ones?"
Sam laughed. "Curious bitch, ain't you? You never been prodded by a black prick, have you?"
"No, darling, just yours, only yours." She smiled archly.
"Yeah, but no black dick. It ain't that different, a prick is a prick, a cunt is a cunt, no matter what color."
He pulled down her skirt then and panties and rolled over until he lay on top of her.
"How about a front-way, back-door?"
"Groovy," she said, "Can you bend that way this morning?"
"Afternoon! I'm just getting warmed up for tonight."
"Think you can make her?"
"Depends on what he tells her before they come over. If he says nothing, I've got a chance. If he tells her it's a swap and she won't, then I can't. But if she wants to swap, it won't be any contest at all."
"Can we watch?"
"Sure, maybe you'll learn something!"
She tried to hit him but he held her hands.
"Damn, I'll bet you're ready!"
"I'm always ready back there."
He lifted off her ass a little, and began working his finger into her ass-hole. A minute later she was groaning and panting as her bung loosened and went slack. He spat on his prick, then leaned down and threaded it neatly up her ass, while they lay face-to-face.
"Oh, darling, that's so good, so great! It feels like I'm having a climax and shitting at the same time!"
He pushed it in a little more, until he was about halfway up her tube, then relaxed and let her fly. A moment later he got his hand between their bodies and began twanging her clit.
"God, not both at once!" she screeched, but it was too late and she boiled over in a thundering, thrilling climax that shook her body stem to stern in a powerful emotional outburst.
As she quieted down he began stroking into her, feeling her muscles relax more and more until she was loose and easy and he felt his own blood boil.
It never took him long back here. Sometimes when they were working on number two or three in one night and he got slow, he would turn her over and push it up her butt for a quick reaction. It always worked.
Mother Nature had sure figured man correctly one way, there would never be any lack of reproduction activity. Damn, but it felt good to fuck, to blast your cum into a woman! Everybody Sam knew liked to fuck, even the young girls who didn't really know what it was all about yet would be delighted and gung-ho for it as soon as they lost their cherries.
He bore down then, jammed harder and harder until he knew the hot messengers were on the way, then he spurted his load up her ass with tremendous satisfaction. That would make a good bumper-sticker, he thought, as he dropped down on her wonderfully soft body. "Fucking is Fun!" Yeah, but who would have guts enough to put it on his bumper? He told Neva, and they both giggled for five minutes, setting up situations. You didn't put them on your own bumper, you put them on somebody else's. like the little old widow-lady, or the preacher's car, or on the prim lady president of the school board!
A half-hour later Sam was dressed and out mowing the lawn. Had to be done with company coming, so he did it. Then he rested and watched the baseball game of the week on TV.
By eight o'clock that evening the Hawthornes still hadn't come.
"I think he told her and she chickened out," Neva said. "She's a bitch who can't share that big prick her husband's got."
Neva watched Sam. He glanced up at her quickly, then grinned and looked back at the sports section. She wondered if he was jealous? Yes, a little. But once he'd scored with Marty it would be all evened out. This swapping might be the way to do it, if they could line up three or four couples who were willing, and lived close enough.
At least Tracy was out of the way if things really started to swing. Tracy had gone to his cousin's house for the weekend, or what was left of it.
Damn, what time had she told them to come? She had said seven-thirty, she was sure. Maybe this couple just didn't make it to places on time-or maybe Marty couldn't find her birth control pills....
The doorbell rang.
Neva jumped a foot in the air and came down walking. She patted her red hair into place as she went to the door. Sam had stood up and come part-way with her.
As she swung the door open she saw Clark standing grinning behind a small, beautiful woman who couldn't be over twenty-four. Her hair had been set in a marvelous upswirl and her figure was trim, neat and busty.
"Well, hello, you must be the Hawthornes! We're the Stoners, I'm Neva and this is Sam, my husband."
Clark moved up at once. "How do you do, Mrs. Stoner, I'm Clark and this is my wife, Marty."
Marty looked like a model, that was all Neva could think of. She was slender, with good legs and a tiny waist that was obvious even through the sweater she wore. Her neck was long and slender, finely proportioned and ending in a face that was perfection-young, beautiful, alert, and with what looked like a professional job of makeup.
Suddenly Neva felt like a middle-aged hag. Clark was near her age, how could he have a wife so young? Second wife, was the only answer. Marty couldn't have a thirteen-year-old son!
The appraisal had taken a mini-second. Neva motioned the way into the living room.
"Come in, come in and sit down. I'm glad we can get to know you, since our children seem to play together a lot."
"It was sweet of you to invite us," Marty said, her voice low, soft, cultured.
"Let me take your sweater, Marty, I don't think you'll need it." Neva said. As the young woman took off the sweater, Neva wanted to gasp, but she didn't. Marty wore another loosely knit or crocheted long-sleeve garment. The material was so loose it showed nothing more than a network of yarn with half-inch openings. And Marty wore absolutely nothing under it above the waist!
Neva couldn't help but glance at her breasts. Parts of them were visible in spotty fashion, but directly over the vital nipple area, the material had been worked tighter so it became a solid covering. The dress extended to mid-thigh, and Neva was relieved to see that she wore a flesh-colored half slip under it.
Again Neva's appraisal had taken only the front-side of a second. She took the blue sweater and hung it in the closet, then continued into the living room and sat down in the small rocker.
Marty had nestled on one end of the sofa, her husband sat in the big swivel-rocker across from her, and Sam was at the far end of the sofa.
"Well, how does the gang look for a baseball team this season, Coach?" Clark asked.
The men began talking baseball, and Neva and Marty talked about kids and houses. Despite the fact that Marty was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, Neva like her instinctively.
She was warm, gentle and friendly, and her figure was fantastic.
"Just so you don't have to wonder, Penny and Jimmy are my step-children. I can't put any claim on what nice kids they are."
Neva said something polite, and a few minutes later she asked if she could get anyone a drink. She went to the kitchen to get the things out and returned a moment later.
"Clark, I need some help, could you reach a bottle for me off the top shelf?"
He was on his feet at once. "Mother told me a tall boy was good for something," he said, and went into the kitchen without looking back. As soon as the kitchen door closed Clark took Neva in his arms and kissed her. His hand rubbed her back, wandered down to her ass-cheeks and pressed her hips firmly against his.
Neva pulled away from his lips. "Did you tell Marty?"
"Tell her about the swap? Fuck, no! She would have blown her stack and refused to come. Marty ain't exactly square, she thinks if it happens it's okay, but she wouldn't go around setting up something like this!"
"And you didn't tell her about our little matinee?"
"Nope!"
"Good, that will make it harder for Sam." "That's quite a man you have there. I bet he's got a mean cock on him."
She smiled and began to get the drinks started. Clark played with her shoulder, then let his hand run down to hold one of her swaying, braless tits.
"Is Sam going to try to score with her right now?"
"Meaning can you try now too?"
"Right!" he said, squeezing her breast.
"You nut!" She poured in the Scotch. "I don't know what Sam will try, but I guess he'd rather get a couple of drinks into her first. She's so beautiful, she's probably had hundreds of lines and knows all the counter-moves."
Clark winced. "She does! I blundered into half of 'em!"
He rubbed her breasts and grinned. "I like you, Neva, you've got nice big tits!"
She leaned up and whispered in his ear: "And darling, you've got a nice big prick!" She giggled like a schoolgirl. "Shall we peek around the doo and see what's happening?"
He nodded. They moved quietly to wher they could see around the end of the shor hallway into the living room. Sam had moved closer to Marty and they were talking. She seemed very bright and vivacious. He started t hand her a coin he had, but dropped it. As h reached toward her to pick it up, his face came very close to hers.
As if on impulse, he reached out and kissed her glistening lips. She didn't jerk away, but she didn't respond either.
"Sorry, Marty, I just couldn't resist that! It isn't often I meet such a beautiful girl who is so nice too."
"I wish you hadn't done that, Sam. I'm trying very hard to stay married. Clark is an absolutely glorious man, and I won't do anything to hurt him or make him angry."
Sam nodded. "You're right, Marty, I shouldn't have done it, I'm just a weak man around a beautiful woman. Forgive me?"
She smiled and touched his hand. "Of course, Sam!"
Clark and Neva pulled back around the corner and walked back to the kitchen.
"Now there's a wonderful wife," Neva said. "Doesn't she make you feel like a rat?"
"She sure does!" Clark said, kissing her again and at the same time reaching down and bringing his hand up under her skirt, sliding it along her warm inner thigh.
Neva struggled for a moment, then put her hand where she knew his hard-on would be starting.
"You rat!" she muttered out of the side of her mouth.
She pushed away from him. She had to get him out of here right now, or she'd be flat on her back with her knees spread. She felt her breasts surge with wild hot blood, and her twat was starting to juice up.
"You get into the living room with these two drinks. And stay there! Don't ask me what's in them, just call them Neva's surprise."
She gave a little sigh as Clark vanished from the kitchen. What a man! She patted her hair back in place, freshened her lipstick and then carried in the other drinks. Marty and Sam were discussing something, and both had drinks. She handed one to Clark, who winked as she sat down across the foot-stool.
"So what do you think of the Far Eastern situation?" Neva asked a little too loudly.
Clark laughed softly but the other two didn't notice.
"What are they talking about?" Neva asked Clark.
"Spanish architecture. Marty studied to be an artist for a while."
"And Sam wanted to be an architect," Neva said. She picked up a deck of cards and dealt out two hands of blackjack. They played silently for a few moments, then Marty looked up.
"Neva, what an interesting drink! What's in it?"
Neva laughed. "I was afraid somebody was going to ask me that. To tell the truth, I got the bottles mixed up and forgot what went where. I don't think they're even all the same."
"That takes talent," Marty said and stood up. "Neva, would you give me a guided tour of your house? Clark is thinking about our getting a new one, so I'm interested in floor-plans and room arrangements."
Neva smiled and stood up. "Sure, right this way." The tour went fine until they got to the den, the third bedroom, where Sam had put his sports gear and a desk. Marty saw the telescope in the corner and turned, her eyes flashing.
"Oh, I'm interested in astronomy, can you let me look through it?"
"Afraid I can't, but Sam can, he's the telescope man."
Ten minutes later, all four were standing in the back yard as Sam sighted in on the moon. Neva went back and brought out Marty's sweater and draped it around her shoulders. Marty hardly noticed.
A few minutes later Neva caught Clark's attention and pointed inside. Neva watched them for a moment, saw Sam put his arm around Marty to help position her over the eye-piece, and she nodded.
"Now is the time, big man," she said, looking up at Clark. He let her get almost down the hall to the master bedroom before he stopped her for a long kiss. His tongue jammed deep into her mouth and she sighed, melting against his strong hard body.
"Baby, we're going to have to move slow!"
"Why?" he asked, pushing one hand under her blouse, up to her unfettered, free-swinging tits.
"Because I think Sam is going to have his hands full, even getting his hands full of tit!"
"So what, he's a big boy. If he doesn't score, he strikes out."
"But leave the door open about six inches, just in case."
"You mean the old goose-and-gander bit?"
"Right! He says lets go ahead, but she says no. So Sam can say, where do you suppose Clark and Neva are. They look through the house and find us in here, with both of us in an extended state of undress.
"But not actually fucking."
"Right-then she gets a little bit angry and he can do a job on her."
"She's a wild piece of ass, once she decides that's what she wants to do!"
"So am I, you bullshitter!" Neva said. She pulled him down on the bed and rolled on top of him. "Take off my blouse before I rip it off!"
"Fuck, I can do that easy!"
Back in the yard, Sam adjusted the eye-piece again, then took Marty's arm and helped her look through it.
"See that big crater, the one that extends over most of the 'scope?" "Yes?"
"I think that's one the astronauts landed near. I can't be sure." Sam had seen the other two go into the house, and he decided this would be the time and the spot. He put his arm around Marty's tiny waist.
"Don't move, just keep your head still and let me check the focus." Again their faces came very close together. He let it pass, sliding down and checking the focus. He started to come back up, and this time their faces almost touched.
"Sam, do you have to hold me that way?"
"No, Marty, I want to! I just can't seem to keep my hands off you. How did you ever get to be so beautiful?" He saw a smile start on her face, then he was too close to see as he turned slightly and kissed her lips. This time she pressed back, responding to him, and his arm came up tighter around her.
He held the kiss as long as he thought he could, then slid off her mouth, kissing her cheek and up to her eye.
"Where are the others?" she asked, surprised.
"I think they went in to freshen their drinks."
She touched his face with one hand. "Sam, I want you to know that I don't usually go around kissing men like this."
"I'm glad I'm the exception! Could we try that again?"
Before she could reply, he pulled her away from the telescope and gathered her into his arms. This time he pulled her breasts tightly against his chest and touched her lips tenderly, then harder, and at last laved them with his tongue. Almost at once her lips and teeth parted and his tongue probed deep inside her mouth. He held the kiss so long, he ran out of breath and gasped for more before she leaned back. She didn't try to leave his embrace.
"Sam, that was just marvelous, but we'd better go inside now...."
"Let me show you some constellations," he said, pointing up into the sky. "See, there's Orion's Belt. See those three stars almost in the line? Do you see it?"
"Yes!"
"One constellation, one kiss," he said softly. She met his lips this time and he felt her tremble. She held him so tightly he couldn't get a hand to her breasts. He pushed inside her mouth again, retreated, and her tongue followed his.
When he finally relaxed she pulled away and sighed. "We'd better go inside, the others will wonder what we're doing."
Sam guided her over to a redwood chaise at the edge of the patio. "They know we're looking at the stars. Let's sit down here and talk about the stars." He felt her hesitate, then she came with him. "After all, you have your sweater on, and you haven't seen nearly all the constellations."
"How many are there?"
"Over a hundred, at least."
Marty giggled as they sat down on the long wooden couch with the heavy pad.
"A hundred would be a lot of kisses!"
He kissed her again, this time with some distance between them, and as he moved his tongue into her mouth he cupped one of her breasts with his hand. She gasped and tried to move, but he held her and worked his tongue expertly against hers.
When he came away from her lips he kept his hand in place.
"That was sneaky, Sam, touching me that way."
"A time-honored maneuver!" "You could have just asked." "I could?"
"Of course, it's a wonderful feeling for me."
"Great! Marty, may I touch your breasts?"
"No, of course not!" She grinned. "Fooled you! But you can touch my sweater."
She leaned toward him this time, searching for his lips, putting her hands around his neck. Both his hands found her sweater-covered beauties this time, and he rubbed down gently.
A moment later when the kiss ended she snuggled down against his arm.
"That knit dress you're wearing is driving me crazy!"
"It's supposed to!"
He pushed under the sweater until his hand was on the loose garment. He found one breast and poked his fingers through the holes, touching her bare stomach.
"Hey, that's cheating!"
"I've been a cheat for years."
"You're supposed to have to come in from the top, or the bottom."
His other hand found her knee, slid under the material and stretched it upward.
"See, it won't work."
He wormed his hands under her hips and lifted her. As he did so he jerked upward on the dress until it slid free of her hips, up around her waist.
"Ingenious!"
"I used to be an engineer."
She kissed him again, hungrily, and her hand moved down to his thigh.
He had put the back upright on the chaise, and as they leaned back he moved his hand up over her waist, under the dress, and inched his way up her bare belly.
"Sam, you shouldn't!"
"Why not?"
"It isn't right."
"If two people want to do something..."
"Oh, Sam!" she said sharply.
His hand touched the underside of her breast, and he felt his prick rise hard and full.
Sam kissed her long and gently, letting his hand rove gently upward and around the tit, sucking in all of her worry and surprise and thrill as he did so. She trembled for a moment, and when it was past he gently let off on the kiss.
"Oh, Sam, I never meant to let you go this far! I mean, I'm married to a wonderful guy..." She broke it off as Sam took her hand and moved it to his fly, directly over his hot, surging, ready-to-fuck prick.
"Oh, Sam!" Marty gave a little cry and kissed him so hard it made his teeth hurt. Her hand began to rub him back and forth, up and down. She tried to get the zipper open but, couldn't do it with one hand. Together they opened it and he let her fingers crawl inside, battling with his shorts until at last her small hand closed around his throbbing-hot prick.
Sam's hand covered her breast, massaging it gently, then moved carefully to the other, and brought a gasp of surprise and pleasure once again.
"Oh, Sam, sweetheart, play with my nipple, would you?"
As soon as she said it, she kissed him with an urgency of desperation. But then when he moved his hand, she pulled away from him, stood up and straightened her clothes.
"Sam, we'd better go inside!"
"Why, Marty?"
"Sam, you know very well why."
"I don't see the others."
"We can find them, Sam, come on!"
He stood up, zipped up his pants, tried to kiss her again, but she turned away. He caught her hand as they moved inside through the sliding glass doors.
The living room was empty. They checked the kitchen, then the bath. Sam led the way toward the master bedroom, and there was a frown on Marty's lovely face. Sam looked in first. Neva was naked, on her hands and knees. Clark was lying under her swaying breasts, catching first one, then the other in his mouth. Neva held his log-prick in one hand, slowly working it back and forth.
Sam held Marty's shoulders as he let her lean forward to look. It took her only a few seconds, then she pulled back, her body rigid for a moment, but Sam kissed her before she could betray their presence with an outburst. He turned and led her quickly back down the hall. In the living room he kissed her again, and when she looked up he saw tears brimming in her eyes.
"He told me he fooled around a little, but I never thought ... " A look of determination came over her face. "Tell, me, Sam, do you have nosy neighbors?"
"No. Why?"
"Good, because I want to get fucked with my bare ass in the grass and the stars overhead!"
"Look, Marty, don't be too upset. . . "
The look she gave him stopped the rest of the words.
"Shut up, Sam! Just shut up and please fuck me!"
Sam took a blanket, but she wanted none of it. The grass was dry at least. He didn't think she would want to undress, but she took the sweater off herself, then looked at him.
Sam had never seen such a totally beautiful and desirable woman. A face that was exquisite, lips and eyes and hair simply gorgeous, with breasts that took your breath away, tapering to a tiny waist. He kissed her and leaned back in the grass, pulling her with him. She humped her hips at his a dozen times, but he could tell she was trying not to cry. He wiped away the tell-tale tears.
"Look, Marty, I'm not going to touch you, if you're doing this just to get even with Clark ... . "
"All men want to fuck! If I strip, you won't be able to stop yourself!"
"Yes, I will. I'm no teenager. I've walked away from more than one girl who wanted me in her cunt."
He kissed her again, gently, then kissed both her eyes. "If I make love to you, lady, it will be because you want me to, because you want Sam Stoner's big hot cock inside you. No other reason!"
She shivered and he held her close. "Think how it was five minutes ago out here. You were enjoying yourself, a little sex-play was fun. Just messing around. That's how it has to be."
He kissed her again and felt some of the rigidity leave her. She pressed tightly against him.
"But right under my nose! He was fooling around in the same house with me!"
"So were you. So what? Don't try to use sex as a weapon, Marty. It's a deadly weapon, and sooner or later somebody gets hurt or killed. Sex is love. Love never hurt anyone."
He took her hands and pushed them down to his crotch. His pants were unzipped and unbuckled, his big prick sticking out in the cold night air.
"There's the guy you've got to convince. Make him think you want him."
He pulled the net-like dress up around her neck and looked at her fine tits in the moonlight. They were perfect, they had to be.
At least thirty-sevens, with no outward sway, no sag, and perfect pink nipples and half-pink areoles. But he didn't touch them. She looked at him.
"You make your peace with old Peter Cock down there, then we'll get on with the lovemaking."
She sighed and shook her head at him. "You're a strange man, Sam Stoner. I've never felt so naked in my life!" She turned, caught his cock in both hands and blinked twice, then bent and kissed the steaming prick. Twice she kissed it, then she let her lips close around the red-purple head and felt the satiny-smooth knob slide into her mouth. She bit the head, chewed on it tenderly, and felt his hands wandering up her legs.
What the hell should she do? she wondered. She wanted to be screwed, but just so she could throw it up at Clark. But this man wouldn't fuck her unless she put on a big show, an act. So she would act. And she still could throw it up at Clark. But would he care? He'd say fine, have yourself a little ball now and then. He'd say, you fucked him and I fucked her, so we swapped even. It was a clean, even swap and nobody got hurt. Well, had they? She thought it over again. Maybe the whole thing had been planned. Maybe it was set up from the first....
"Sam, answer me a question?"
"Sure!"
"Is this what was supposed to happen tonight? I mean, were we supposed to fuck and make a cool swapper out of it?"
"Only if you wanted to."
"Oh!" There it was. They had discussed it, set her up. No, only if she wanted to. So she had a choice. She could still cut and run. She had her car keys. Then she realized she was sucking on a hot prick! Sam's hands were prying her legs apart, searching for her cunnie. And her bare breasts were sagging toward a swatch of cool green grass, while the stars watched from millions of miles away.
She sighed. What the hell! That prick was starting to taste good. She wanted to laugh. His hand had found her twat, and it was sticky already. She gave his cock a harder bite, felt him react, then sat up and pulled the silly net dress over her head. It was supposed to be worn with a body-stocking. She slithered out of the half-slip and pink panties, and squirmed on the grass as bare-assed as the day she was born.
"Well, come on, lover, get your damn clothes off! You're going to be sweating before you get through with me, and before I get through with you!"
"Kiss me first!"
She leaned in and kissed him, and he caught her swaying tits, one in each hand. As his lips left hers, he held onto her breasts and pulled her on top of him as he stretched back in the grass.
"Anyone ever tell you, you have perfect tits?"
"Really? I've never heard that before." She giggled and rolled off him, pulling down his pants and shorts, then taking the knit shirt off over his head.
"You've got a good body, did anyone ever tell you that?"
"Hell yes, every woman who undresses me!"
He moved then, pinning her down in the grass, and munching on her tits until he felt her gasping for breath. Quickly then he went between her spread legs, lifted her knees higher and slid into the slot without so much as a scraped love-lip. Marty groaned contentedly and whipped her legs over his back, locking them.
"Goddamn, I don't know why I bother to do anything else! Fucking is the most wonderful game in the world! I think I'd be happy as a prostitute, you know that? Nothing to do but lie around all day, and fuck all night!"
Sam jammed his cock in the rest of the way, spreading her small tight cunt until she squealed. He went back between her legs with his hand to find her clit, then began to massage it with a steady stroke, timed to the lunges of his big cock.
Before he was nearly ready he felt her teetering on the edge. He hit the clit hard a dozen more times, then stopped his fucking, and before he could move she climaxed. She tried to hump him off her with her hips, then gasped and began to cry softly.
When she was through she wiped the tears away. "Don't mind a little rain," she said. "I always cry when I have a real good cum, and that was one of the best!"
It thrilled him, he didn't know why. To be told you're good in bed is good for any man or woman. He moved up to his knees and pounded hard into her then, until he thought he would split her little body apart. But she met him on every thrust, pumping hard at him and squeezing him inside until he thought he'd go out of his mind.
It built and built until Sam was ready to yell, but when it finally slashed through him and spurted out of his prick, he was too out of breath to do any more than whimper.
He fell on her and smelled the grass and her perfume. He wanted to look up at the stars, but he could only gasp for breath and try to catch some of his strength back.
She laughed softly at his heaving.
"Anybody would think you just ran a hundred-yard dash," she whispered.
When Sam could talk, he kissed her wet lips. "You're the best piece of tail in town," he whispered in her ear. "And don't let my wife hear me saying that."
She laughed again and kissed him back. "I've been memorizing constellations. So far I've found six. That's four kisses you owe me!"
He turned and tried to look up at the stars, and as he did so he twisted and fell out of her. She yelped, then giggled and pulled him close beside her. They looked at the stars for five minutes before they sat up.
"Shall we go find the other kids?" he asked
"like this?"
He looked at her beautiful nude body in the moonlight.
"Why not, we're all married!"
They were both giggling as they carried their clothes into the living room. Just as they entered, Clark and Neva, both naked, came in from the hallway. For a moment the four stared at each other, then they all laughed.
"Welcome to the club!" Marty said softly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The strangeness of four naked bodies together in the living room shook up all of them for a few minutes. They all sat rather self consciously. The men didn't know whether to cross their legs, hiding their genitals, or to sit the way they usually did. Both women suddenly seemed concerned about how to hold their arms. Should they cross them over their breasts and cover up, or sit tall and topless and proud?
There was another difference. They all sat on the davenport, this time with Neva and Clark close together and Marty and Sam thigh-to-thigh.
At the first lull in the conversation, Sam reached down and kissed Marty's lips. He straightened up and grinned at Clark.
"Man, I've got to say you're a very lucky guy to have a great little wife like Marty!" She leaned over and kissed Sam's cheek.
Clark watched the exchange with a gleam in his eye, and turned to Neva. He kissed her firm, forward-thrust breast, then her lips. "I don't know, Sam. If we were to have a contest for the most perfect wife, I think these two girls would wind up in a tie."
Neva reached for Clark's limp tool, caught it and began to play with it. She leaned over and kissed his lips again. He fondled her breast.
"You could get a girl worked up doing that," she said softly.
"I was hoping I would."
"Right here in my own living room, in front of my husband?"
"Sure, sounds like fun!" His hand cupped her breast and Neva knew she was off and running again. She was so sexy all of a sudden, she didn't care who or why, just so she got some cock. She started to lie down on the sofa, then saw that Marty had already stretched out there, with Sam sitting beside her, his big brown hands covering her white tits.
Neva whimpered and slid to the floor, spreading herself on the fuck-rug and a holding out her arms to Clark. He growled softly, deep in his throat, and rolled onto the floor beside her. Neva knew Clark was on top of her, knew that Marty and Sam were watching, and knew she had never felt sexier in her whole life. She groaned as she felt Clark's big hot prick press against her belly.
Marty knew full well that her husband was watching as she lay back on the couch. She wasn't doing it in spite of him, nor for him-she was simply a woman who wanted a man, and she needed Sam again. The first time had been so marvelous, so wonderful, so frantic, that she had to have him again. The fact that two other people were in the room had no bearing on it. She caught Sam's balls and played with them with both hands, until he began to sweat and moved his hands over her tits.
"Yea, yea, team!" she whispered to him as he bent to kiss her.
"You don't mind, I mean, right here near your husband?"
"If you don't fuck me fast. I'm going to scream!" she whispered in his ear.
"It's too narrow up here," he said. "Let's join the party on the floor." He picked her up and put her down gently on the rug, only three feet from the other couple. He didn't even look to see what they were doing. But Marty did. She pointed.
Clark had his prick poised over Neva's juicy-red cunt, and as they watched he lowered it slowly into place. Neva moaned and writhed.
Marty rolled closer to the other pair, and Sam went with her. She slipped down until her lips kissed his belly, then circled his hot prod. She licked it again, kissed it a dozen times, then looked up at him. "All the way, sweetheart!" she said, and he grinned. They were close to the other couple and he could hear Neva grunting as she took the big prick. Damn, that Clark had a big damn cock!
Then Sam looked down as that delicious mouth closed around his dick, and he felt that one-and-only thrill of getting an expert mouth-job as it engulfed him. She bobbed up and down on him and he felt a glow that wouldn't stop. He moved his hand and touched Neva. He looked up. In threshing around they had come very close to the other couple. He could play with Neva's tits right under Clark's chest if he wanted to. He reached in and caught one, but she didn't notice. Sam grinned as he began working her tit harder and faster.
Below him Marty was starting to moan and groan. Quickly he pulled out of her mouth, spun around on his ass and put his cock back up to her face. Only now his legs were spread beside her head and his head was near her crotch. Yeah, that's what he needed!
He moved closer as she caught his prick and pulled it back into its moist, toothy home. Sam spread her perfect legs and stared at her twat. Yeah! He pushed into it, licked her inner thighs until she writhed in joy, then he moved up toward her glory-hole. First he licked off her love-lips and he felt her churning below him. Damn, she tasted good! He licked her clit, twanging it hard until she almost climaxed. But she couldn't get over the top. He licked deeper into her, and she gasped and wailed loudly now around his plunging cock.
His hips had begun to move, jolting it into her deeper now, making her take it or put up her hand to hold him out. She took it. He felt the head of his prick slanting off the roof of her mouth, angling back and down into her throat. Goddamn! No woman had ever sucked him like that before!
His tongue kept daggering into her. At last he folded it lengthways, and after taking a deep breath drove his tongue as deeply as he could into her soft, wet pussy. He felt her gasp, then writhe below him and begin a climax with a wild series of wiggles and shakes that almost threw him out of her cunt. When she finished she was spent and rested a minute, then she caught his cock with her hands and began chewing and sucking him off as fast as she could.
He was in no hurry. He was aware of movement beside him. and saw a hand worm under Marty's hips. He felt the nudge as the finger worked, and heard another sigh. Somebody had a finger up her butt! At almost the same time he realized something was going on at his own back-door. Hands spread his ass and slowly a finger wormed into him, then two fingers that searched for the magic button to trip his load. He couldn't see who it was, but his wife knew that trick....
Neva had rolled to the floor with a sigh when she saw the way Marty and Sam were entangled on the couch. She had to lie down to spread out, to get her legs pushed apart. Sexy, just plain wanton, basic-urge sexy. Neva sighed as Clark came down on top of her. What a man, what a cock! She reached for it and began working it up. It didn't take long this time. One fuck was never enough, that was what Clark had told her. Once inside a pussy just got him warmed up right for a real second fuck.
Neva wanted both of them at once. Suddenly she wondered what it would feel like to get fucked in the old cunnie and to take another man in her mouth! That would be wild, the wildest. But not this time. She had one big fucking man to satisfy right then.
When he went into her Neva groaned. He was so big, he stretched her so much it was like a hard shit, it felt so damn good but it hurt a little too. He crashed inside and stroked hard. She knew it would take him a long time. Somehow she got hold of his balls and began to milk them, squeezing them just hard enough so he wouldn't yelp, but enough to make him go wild.
He rubbed her tits with one hand, delighting in rubbing them both with one hand, making them bounce and roll and wobble. She caught a gleam in his eye and she knew he was a real tit man. He probably would want to tit-fuck her before the night was over.
Before she even knew she was ready, she climaxed. There was no way to describe the deliciousness of that third climax that floated through her being like a wonderful dream. It soared and drifted, it came as gently as a midnight moonbeam, and made her body shake and roll, but her mind was clearly disconnected from that, observing, remembering, assimilating. Then her brain exploded, shattered into a billion particles that went spinning off into the far reaches of the galaxy....
She blinked and grabbed Clark's head in both her arms. "Oh, baby, that was so wild and marvelous, you wouldn't believe!"
"I was right with you, baby!"
"You made it too?"
"Who do you think shot you off into space?"
They looked at the pair of humping, groaning bodies beside them. Neva put out one hand and started massaging Sam's ass. Then she grinned and pushed one finger into his bung. She nodded at Clark, who started working his hand under his wife's ass. A moment later there were two startled yelps from the partners still working.
A half-hour later they had all cleaned up in the bathroom and were standing around the kitchen. The drapes were drawn all over the house now and the lights were low. They were all still nude, completely at ease now.
Marty and Neva worked up some sandwiches and coffee, while the men talked baseball. Then they sat around the table having coffee, and Marty pretended to pout.
"Hey, this is unfair! You guys can at least see something, but us girls are cheated!"
Both men laughed and stood up, drinking their coffee a little more self-consciously. They were both as soft as last night's spaghetti.
At last Clark reached for his wife. "I hate to break this up, but it's about time we headed for home."
"Yeah, I guess it's time we get dressed and go home," Marty said. They all laughed.
"I hate to see you girls cover them up," Sam said.
"Yeah, man, burn all their bras, that's what we should do!"
"I only have one," Neva said. "I save that for very special occasions."
"Love that knit dress, Marty, but I still like you better without it," Sam said.
Before they left, Marty and Clark invited the Stoners to their place the following Saturday night.
"Be sure to wear clothes-at least till you get inside our house," Clark said. "Some of our neighbors might not understand!"
As they cleaned up the house after the guests had gone, Sam wore a worried expression, though nothing else.
"What's the matter, honey?" Neva asked. "Worried about our making it with the Hawthornes?"
He shook his head. "No, it's just that I've got a real problem at short-stop. A kid I've got is perfect for the spot, but he doesn't want to play. He needs some kind of incentive."
"Tried a bonus contract?"
He whacked her bare rump.
"Sure, and tuition and a scholarship!"
Neva grinned. "Hey, tell him to meet you here an hour before the next game."
"But I can't be here that early."
"No, but I can."
Sam looked puzzled for a minute. "You mean you'd give him something to look at, some reason to play?"
"I could give him some encouragement."
"like let him look at one tit and maybe pet it?"
"Yeah, and then every game he played well in, we could work down a little further...."
Sam kissed her. "You little devil! You get to play around with a young kid with my consent, and help the team at the same time."
"Anything you say, dear," Marty yelped as she jumped to avoid his swat.
"How old is this one?"
"Fourteen, not too big, but a good short-stop."
"Sounds sexy. I can hardly wait!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rick Jordan was a tough little nut. He stood five-feet four, and was fourteen. Most people guessed he was at least a year younger, and this infuriated him. His father had taken off five years ago, leaving them money, three kids, and a mother who wasn't interested in working, so they lived on welfare. Rick hated the very idea. When he was eleven he had a paper-route. He had to hide most of the money he earned so his mother wouldn't grab it. She drank. Not all the time, but often enough.
Twice she had tried to get into bed with him. The last time Rick let her come and made her suck him off. Ever since then she had stayed away from him. The other kids were younger than Rick. He gave them lunch money, even helped buy them shoes. Right now he was hunting for another job, one that paid more, and on which he wouldn't have to get up so damned early in the morning. He hated the morning paper-route with a passion, but where else could he earn sixty dollars a month?
Baseball, oh yes, it was fun. As long as it didn't interfere with the rest of his life. And if he got that job at the hardware store for after schools and Saturday, he would tell them where they could stuff their damn baseball bats.
What did Coach want, telling him to report to his house so early? He could ride his bike over to the playground for the practice. He wasn't weak like some of those sissy guys who had to get their mothers to drive them if it was more than a block.
Rick went up the porch slowly, then gave a big sigh and punched the doorbell. When the woman answered, he decided she was pretty and red-haired, and that she wasn't wearing a bra under the light white blouse.
"Rick?"
He nodded, saying nothing.
"Good, come on in, Sam isn't here yet. He wanted to talk to you about the team, I think. My son isn't home from school yet, but you can play catch when he comes. Come on and watch TV if you want to."
"Okay. You got a spare Coke?"
Neva frowned as she went toward the refrigerator. The boy was different. Cold, hard, tough and wise. And for a kid so young. It was too bad. Well, maybe she could soften him up a little.
But her first game-plan went right out the window. This one wouldn't sit up and beg if she showed him one tit. He'd probably knocked over two or three girls by now and fucked them properly. Girls, yes, but never a woman, a woman with tits. She saw him stare at her breasts. That could be the clue after all.
She brought out two Cokes and ice and glasses, and sat down on the couch beside him.
"You like baseball, Rick?"
"Yeah, it's okay."
"Would you pour a Coke for me."
"You like Coke?" He was surprised. "Okay."
As she took it she touched his fingers, but he drew back.
"What position do you play, Rick?"
"Short-stop. I might get a job though, then I won't be able to play."
"Are you any good?"
"I'm the best short-stop he's got, that's why
Mr. Stoner wants to talk."
"Ouch!" Neva said suddenly, twitching her shoulders. He watched her breasts bounce through the cloth.
"Oh, something's biting me, a bee or some ants!"
Rick seemed concerned. "Where?"
She put her hand up in front of her chest. "Up here somewhere, can you see anything?"
He stared close at her breasts, down the neckline.
"No."
She jumped again. "Oh, damn, that hurts. YIIIIPPPPEEEE! Damn!" She began to rub under the blouse, started to unbutton it from the bottom. "Oh, damn, got to get this off!"
She ripped one button getting it open, then rubbed her hands over her breasts. Rick hadn't moved, he just stared at her open blouse.
"Ouch! Something bit me again! Rick, do you see any ants or a spider?"
He leaned forward, looked critically, and shook his head. "No, no bugs," he said, but he continued to stare at her breasts.
"Beautiful!" he said softly.
"Nothing? Well, I guess it was some flying ant or something. It must be gone now. What did you say?"
"Beautiful! The most beautiful sight I've ever seen. Your tits!"
"Why, thank you, Rick! Thanks for the help. Now I'd better..."
His hand came out and touched hers as she reached for the blouse. Both breasts were still uncovered.
"Could I just look a little more. I ... I won't touch you." He swallowed. "I've played around with girls a little, you know twelve, thirteen years old, and I thought they had boobies, but man, nothing like these! Yours are just great!"
Neva laughed. "Rick, I'm pleased you think my breasts are attractive. After all, that's a very important part of a woman, but I think I'd better cover up now, don't you?"
Before she could move, his hands reached out and caught her tits. He began to rub and fondle, and at the same time to push her backwards on the sofa. A moment later she was flat on her back.
"You want me to touch them, to play with them, right? You dig boys like me. I've heard about women like you, so come on, lady, strip and let's fuck right now!"
"Rick, I don't know what you're talking about! I was just offering you a Coke and trying to be civilized...."
"Shit!"
"That's the truth!"
It wasn't supposed to go this way. Suddenly Neva began to cry, to wail and kick her heels against the sofa.
"Hey now, take it easy, calm down! I'll take care of everything." His hands had been on her breasts, expertly rubbing them, working them up, warming them to his touch and playing with her nipples. She felt the gush of hot wild blood in her veins, and tried desperately to stem it.
"Damn, so Mama digs little boys! Hell, I never would have thought you'd need to do this to get your pussy full. In my neighborhood you could make a cool fifty a night just working one side of the street. Why give it away when you can sell it? You want me to hustle for you, Mama? That way, you get to do what you like and we both make some bread."
She wanted to hit him, but she couldn't. He had guided her hand down to his crotch where his pants were already open, and automatically she wriggled it inside.
"Yeah, Mama, that's the way, get in there and play! He's waiting for you!"
Then the young hands found the snap on her skirt and pulled it down. He whistled when he saw she wore no panties.
"Mama you was ready for me, wasn't you?" He put his hand on her crotch and worked down to the fur, then into the wetness until he had two fingers jammed full-length up her twat. "Yeah, Mama, you are ready!"
His pants were off then. He put one of her legs up on the back of the sofa, the other one dangling off it to the floor. Then he hunched down and jammed into her.
Neva felt a strange, wondrous thrill when he entered her. He was so small, yet so vital, a lot like the little prick of that big dog. But he jammed in and out slowly. He was in no rush. He didn't try to find her clit. Maybe that was one thing this young man didn't know about women yet.
A moment later she found she was wrong as he began to rub her clit and spur her into greater excitement. She tried not to swing with it, but she was too far over the ragged edge. At last she gave in to him and cooperated, humping against his stroke, squeezing inside and playing with his bouncing little ass.
Right in the middle he stopped. "Hell, I might play ball after all. I can put off that job a few weeks. All you got to do is to fuck me once a week, right here at your place. Agreed?"
Neva was suddenly lost. The magic wand inside her had stopped stroking, the finger on the clit relaxed, and she felt so hollow and unfilled, she wanted to scream.
"Keep going, lover, keep pumping into me!"
"You agree to my terms, a fuck a week, here?"
"Yes, yes, now get busy!"
Rick grinned and went back to work. He shot his load a minute later, then twanged her clit until she erupted into a beautiful mass of bouncing tits and cunt, until she threw him off the couch, then rolled off on top of him to keep humping at him until she was spent.
Rick pulled out from under her, looked at his watch and helped her sit up. He stroked her tits, kissed both of them and pulled on his pants. "We've got just ten minutes to get to the ball-field, you old fucker, you!"
She ran to the bathroom. They made it to the field on time.
Sam Stoner watched his pitcher throw. Damn, this looked like the eight-year-olds in Little League! It would be a fifty-one to nothing game, the way this kid was throwing, a hit every time a batter came up. Sam looked over to where the short-stop was scooping up the balls. Rick was doing a good job. Sam had time only to wave to Neva, but she'd given him the high sign. That meant she'd had a good talk with the boy, some body talk he hoped. There was a lot more to coaching thirteen and fourteen-year-olds than most people realized.
Sam waved the kids in as the Tigers took to the field. They had a good pitcher and he scared Sam. Maybe they would get lucky. Hell, he told himself, this was the first damn game of the season, things were bound to be a little loose. He got the boys sitting down on the long bench behind the wire screen in the makeshift dugout, and told them again about good sportsmanship, and that it was how they played the game that mattered, and if they won, he'd buy everybody a soft-dip ice cream cone.
He was amazed at the way they streamed out on the field five minutes later as the first inning opened and they took to the pastures.
Sam closed his eyes as Hank Jones threw the first pitch. He could imagine it sailing over the fence for a home run. Curiously there was no crack of the bat, he heard only the plate umpire barking out "Strike!" Sam jerked his eyes open in surprise as the catcher, a big blonde kid, threw back the ball. Hank never moved a muscle in his frowning face. He reared back and snarled another fast ball at the plate, and it was strike two.
Two pitches later the lead-off Tiger was dragging his tail toward the dugout on a third called strike that caught the outside of the plate. The pitch looked like a slider!
The second man got under a pitch and popped it high to the infield. Rick Jordan called for it, waved off the second baseman, and two were out. Jones struck out the third man on three pitches, the last two swinging.
When the boys trooped back into the dugout all smiles and whoops of delight, Sam got Hank
Jones to one side.
"Hey, you didn't tell me you had a slider!" "You didn't ask." "You got a curve?"
"Sometimes, depends how it's working. I can break 'em off pretty good sometimes."
"Why didn't you throw any in practice?"
"And let them other guys know my stuff?"
Sam slapped Hank on the shoulder and told him to put on his warm up jacket. "Keep that arm warm, son," he said.
The Navajo Bombers pounded out three hits, and on two errors banked three runs at the bottom of the first inning. After that it was a breeze. Hank Jordan struck out twelve in the seven-inning game, and short-stop Rick made three assists and two put-outs.
The Navajo Bombers won it eight to two.
"Yeah, Bombers!" the boys shouted.
"Where we going to get the soft ice cream?" Rick Jordan yelled.
Sam held up his hands. "I'd really counted on losing this one. How many players do we have?"
"Eleven," somebody said.
"Twelve, counting the official scorer," Neva said," and you make thirteen. Can you swing it?"
He did. When they got home, Tracy relived the game and his put-out at third base.
"May, he was coming at me from second on a forced play, and old Jordan flipped the ball to me underhanded where he'd trapped it at short. Whap! it hit in my old glove and the runner was out, the inning was over!"
"That was fine play, man," Sam agreed. "Now get at that homework or I'll bench you!"
Tracy grinned and vanished into his room.
"Had a call from Marty today, thanking us for having them over last night," Neva remarked. "Was that all she said?" Sam asked. "Well, no, we did some girl-talk." "What about?" "Men." "Which men?"
"You and Clark, naturally. We think we've got the nicest, sweetest, sexiest husbands in the whole world."
"Now you're talking!" He pulled her down on his lap and nuzzled her breasts. "Was Clark a good fuck?"
"Great, almost as good as you are!"
She kissed his cheek. "How about Marty, was she good?"
"Well she isn't as well-built as you are, but it was wilo On a scale of ten, she's a good nine to your ten. '
"Are you trying to turn my head so you can have your way with me, you cad?"
"Now there's an idea! Right after the fights."
He dumped her on the sofa, went over to the television set and snapped it onto Channel Five.
"Marty still want to have us over next week?"
"Oh, yes, she does! She said she hadn't seen Clark so gut-satisfied in months. She knows he fucks around and it had been worrying him. Now he's decided this is the best way, for both of them to have a playtime once in a while together, the old swapping idea, they know what's happening and with whom, and nobody runs any risks of getting shot."
"Amen to that! Didn't you say you knew some swappers who approached you once? About six months ago?" .
Neva frowned trying to remember. "Wasn't that the little gymnast? The girl who worked on the balance-bar at college? She said they'd just moved here and were looking for some contacts."
"Right," Sam said, remembering. She was the one with the blind husband who was a concert violinist. Think you could get in touch with her?"
Neva scrunched up her mouth, thinking. "She gave me a card with her phone number on it. But what did I do with it?"
"Your assignment, in case you care to accept it, is to find that card, Neva Stoner. This house will self-destruct in five thousand years!" "You nut!"
"Find the card! I've never screwed a woman athlete before." "I'll find it!"
CHAPTER NINE
On Thursday the Navajo Bombers played again. They lost eight to one, mainly because Sam wouldn't put Hank Jones in to pitch.
"We can't risk hurting his arm," Sam told Neva. "The kid could be very good, and we don't want to strain it now. He could do great in high school and pick up a bonus contract. That's a hell of a lot more important than some Junior League game."
"But you take it so hard when they lose."
"Oh well, two more days and it will be Saturday night again, then we both can forget our troubles."
"I got in touch with that little gymnast. Finally found that card. She seemed excited about the prospects, so I gave Marty her name and number."
"So we don't know if it will be four or six Saturday?"
"Don't worry, big fella, we'll manage to take care of you somehow."
"Yeah, you sure better," Sam leered.
The rest of the week was a disaster, but Saturday morning Marty called, moving the time back to eight because her sister couldn't come to get the kids as soon as she was supposed to.
"Oh, I talked to Maxine, and she and her husband will be over tonight to meet everyone. Then whatever happens, will happen. They've swapped before, but not 'out here,' as she said."
"They moved here from Michigan," Neva explained.
That night Neva and Sam got to the Hawthornes' place early.
"Gee, I'm sorry we got here before you got undressed," Sam said. The girls giggled. Maxine and her husband David hadn't arrived.
Marty wore a short blouse that was really a half-blouse which had a high neck and covered just past the tips of her breasts. Below it she wore nothing but a micro-skirt and a pair of pretty pink panties that showed whenever she wasn't standing tall and quietly.
Neva wore a see-through blouse of lace and stripes and no bra, letting her nipples peek out through the mesh once in a while. Her skirt was a mini and panty-hose.
"Sorry I got conservative," she said when
Clark mentioned them. "I was afraid somebody might try to get fresh."
"If somebody doesn't, I'm going to be disappointed," Marty said, handing out the drinks. She ushered them into the living room, which was done in modern decor with floor-pillows, bean-bags and even a hanging basket-chair.
After she started the stereo she sat cross-legged in front of it in one easy movement.
"Hey, very neat!" Sam said.
"Noted and marked on your 301 file," she said, smiling at him. "How does it feel to be winning half your games?"
"Losing half, you mean! I've got to get Clark out there as an assistant coach. Hey, Clark, you know how to slide into a base?"
Clark held up his hands in horror. "Not me, I wasted my time on track."
The doorbell stopped the conversation.
Marty and Clark went to the door and Sam stood fingering his drink, a little uncomfortable about meeting this new couple.
There was a polite exchange of murmured greetings at the door, then Clark led the procession into the living room. Behind him came the daintiest little girl Sam had seen in years. She was under five feet tall, and guided the handsome young man beside her with a light touch on his arm, so no one not already knowing would guess that he was blind. They stopped in the center of the living room.
"And Maxine and David Arthenbach, these are the Stoners, Neva the pretty one on the couch, and Sam, the steely-eyed, firm hand on the helm coach of our baseball team, the Navajo Bombers!"
"Neva, we spoke on the phone, good to talk to you in person," Maxine said. She shifted her eyes to where Sam stood. "And Mr. Stoner, our coach."
Sam nodded but couldn't figure out if she was sneering at him or just being politely distant.
"Mrs. Stoner, I'm glad to meet you," David said. He turned and looked directly at Sam and held out his hand. "Hi coach, how's the pitching staff this year?"
Dave stepped forward two paces and shook the man's thin but strong hand. "Mr. Arthenbach, hello. The pitching is my biggest problem. You have any teenage boy throwers?"
The small talk took over for the next half-hour. Everyone got to know a little about everyone else. Neva talked to Maxine, studying her carefully.
She. was a small China doll type, four-feet-eleven, and weighed in at ninety-two pounds, yet her breasts seemed larger than Neva's. It was a matter of proportions. Her face wasn't pretty, but it was interesting. Some Slavic or Indian blood there somewhere. The overall effect was one of arresting physical attractiveness. Neva saw her whisper to Marty for a moment and Marty nodded, then Maxine went to the middle of the room and stood on her hands. It had the effect of attracting everyone's attention at once. Her short, rather full skirt fell around her breasts and revealed white panties with large red hearts on them.
"Now that I have your attention," Maxine said from her upside down position, "I suggest we get on with the matter at hand!"
She did a snap with her feet and sprang upright, landing on her toes precisely where her hands had been, her arms spread as if on a balance bar.
"Since I'm the newcomer broad here tonight, our hostess has consented to let me get the festivities started. That means I get first pick, and then David does his honors. I hope you don't mind."
She looked at Clark and then back at Sam, who had just finished his drink. She took two steps, did a quick series of spins and a flip, then slid neatly into Sam's lap.
"How would you like to go into the bedroom and do a little poking around, Coach?"
"Why not do it right here? We're all friends!"
"Suits me just fine, but could we pull the shades and drop a few lights?"
"Done," Marty said, moving around the room.
David spoke up. "I'm not going to stand on my hands, or do any flips, but it seems I have next choice, and I must say I make first impressions solely by voice, and that's why I want to get to know our hostess Marty a lot better."
Marty shivered. "David, I'd be delighted!" she said, moving toward him.
She took the blind man's hand and guided him to the sofa at the side of the room. "Will the sofa be all right?" she asked.
David smiled. "Why don't we try it for starters."
Neva had risen from her end of the setee when it became obvious she and Clark would form the third pair. She walked quickly over to where he stood waiting for her.
"Did you rig this game, or is this just my lucky night?" he asked. She smiled and squeezed his hand.
"Find a likely looking piece of carpet?" she asked.
He nodded and led her to the far end of the room beside the hanging rattan chair. "There should be something we can do with that," he said. She sat on the floor, then curled up in his arms as they came around her.
"You weren't too disappointed the other night?"
He kissed her nose and shook his head. "You've never disappointed me!"
She rubbed his thigh; then his crotch. "Clark, we've got to stop meeting this way." They both burst out laughing, but the other couples didn't notice.
Sam had settled down in the middle of the living room rug, as his hands began fondling the toy-woman's breasts.
"I've heard that girl athletes are sexy as hell, because their bodies are so important to them, and they relish every touch and caress. Is that right?"
"You tell me that in half an hour, if you still have the strength to talk!" Her hands pulled open his belt and began to unzip his pants.
Sam stopped her. "Ladies first," he said softly, turning her around, unzipping the device at the back of her neck and helping the material come down off her shoulders. It was a neat, one-piece performing blouse-type suit, with small built-in padded bra and a narrow waist cinch. She helped him undo it, then leaned back as it fell away.
"By the size of your wife's breasts, you must be a tit man. That's dumb, it's no fun to fuck a tit!" She stood in front of him and in one sensuous wiggle lowered the rest of her clothes and crouched there naked, one thigh slightly in front of the other. For just a moment she pantomimed herself running in one place. It was delicate, finely drawn, expertly performed. Sam clapped silently and mouthed words of encouragement. Maxine grinned, then melted into his arms and started taking off his shirt and pants. She stared at his shorts for a moment, frowning.
"You haven't even got a hard-on yet!" "That's your job!" "What does that mean?"
"Stop performing and just be a woman, that's all it takes."
She sobered. "I'm hamming it up?"
"In spades. But I can stop that." He grabbed her and laid her flat on the floor, his hands beginning to work on her. She grabbed his shorts and thrust both hands inside them, working over his balls, then moving up to his dick.
"Yeah, now you've got the idea," he grinned.
She sighed as his hands came up to her crotch. Already her knees were spread and raised. Sam found the spot, and her cunt was dripping with expectation.
"Sam, push it into me fast, can you? I've been looking forward to this night for so goddamn long..."
Sam was ready. He pushed between her thighs and jabbed at her cunt. She directed him in and helped when his head sunk past her outer lips.
"Darling, yes!" she breathed into his ear, then humped hard toward him, trying to suck as much of him into her as she could capture. As soon as his prick roots smashed into her pelvic bones, Maxine climaxed. It was quick, three fast shakes and a giant breath and it was all over.
Sam kissed her gently. "Was that it?"
She nodded.-
"For a long time that's been it!"
"Let yourself go, relax, don't be so uptight."
"I've tried, an M.D. told me what to do, then a shrink said the opposite. David tells me every time we fuck. But nothing works."
"Would it be better for you after I cum?"
"It doesn't matter." She looked up at him. "Well, go ahead, finish your fuck, at least you can have some fun."
He shook his head. "Not unless you do too." He tried to think. "Would it be better up your other tube?"
"My ass? That doesn't help."
"How about taking on three men at once?"
"What?"
"Three pricks inside you at once." "You've got to be kidding!" "Two then, and you can jack off the other one."
"Now that I've never tried." "Want to?"
"Why not?"
Sam turned to Marty and motioned for her and David to come over. He caught Clark's eye. "Could you two come down here for a minute?"
When they were all assembled, Sam put it to them quickly.
"We've got a girl here who needs help. What she needs is three cocks to work her over at the same time. Could we borrow these two guys for about fifteen minutes?"
The girls nodded. Sam went back inside Maxine's cunt, Clark horsed his prick around and fed it into her mouth from the side, and on the other side David moved up where she could catch his big prick with her hand.
"Let's get into action, men," Sam said. Neva moved up beside Clark.
"You look busy."
"Never too busy for you!" He kissed her, then he grinned. "Think you could get your old pussy around here so I could eat it?"
Neva laughed and moved over and wiggled until her snatch was an inch under his chin. "Soup's on, man!" she said.
Marty saw the act and went down beside David and whispered in his ear. He grinned, put his hand on her crotch and nodded. A moment later Marty had shifted into position so he could lower his face into her crotch.
Sam looked around and grinned. "Max, baby, you know you've got a neat six-way fuck going here? We've got pussy poking, two pussy eaters and a cocksucker."
Maxine wanted to tell him. Wanted to say that for the first time in years she was getting a glow on, she was actually starting to feel sexy, not just think sexy. Damn, she could think fuck any time, but now, damn it to hell, now she was starting to get hot, her whole fucking body was burning up! That cock in her cunt was drilling a new hole and it was going to strike cum. Clark's hot cock slipping and sliding in and out of her mouth tasted like the first prick she ever ate back in Michigan, so young and tender and so goddamn hot! It had started so quietly she never even heard it. Now it was roaring down the line so hot and fast she didn't know if she could keep up.
Her hips began to move, all by themselves. Maxine was thrilled. That hadn't ever happened before! She humped up to meet the big cock inside her. Her heart was pounding so fast she was sure it would burst.
Her breath came in great ragged gasps around the prick in her mouth. Her hands dug into Sam's buttocks, pushing him faster, harder. The whole world seemed to be moving faster and faster, charging down the line toward some unseen goal.
Suddenly she vaporized!
That was the only way she could think of it. Absolutely everything, everywhere, turned into non-matter and she soared into the heavens, then descended right through the earth, which wasn't solid matter at all, but a great shining mass of blue pigment mixed with gold and purple.
The first shattering jolt of the climax hit her as she was soaring past the constellations. It rumbled through her, ripping her apart, tearing her legs off one by one then her arms. Her breath was liquid fire that ravaged the prick in her mouth, but it was too late, the damage was done.
Then the blackness of the storm swept over her, sucking her life-blood from her veins until they shriveled and dried, cracking, snapping in the soft moonlight.
Faintly, far off in the distance, she heard some animal cry a mournful, rendering of agony lost, of paradise found.
The fantasy world of that first gigantic emotional surge passed, and Maxine realized she was mortal after all, that she was lying on her back on a living room rug, being fucked in her vagina and her mouth, that she was jacking off her husband and that two women close by were having their pussies eaten.
Now the pure animal joy lanced through her lean, sensitive body like a newly sharpened skinning knife. It was wonderful, marvelous to have cocks inside her, to be able to feel them and know the joy she was receiving and giving! To be fucked, fucked, fucked and love it!
The afterglow spread through her body and she marveled in it, now concentrating on the men, trying to help them. She knew both must be close. She gripped the shaft in her mouth and bit gently down as it rammed in and out. At once she sensed the change in it, the sudden surge of excitement.
The trigger snapped and Clark jammed at her mouth harder, careful not to hurt her. But it was coming and he punched hard, feeling the first shot soar out of his gun, then the next and next and next and next...
Sam felt the girl sail through her climax, a real one, an honest one, and he wanted to weep. Maxine had been so discouraged. But now her inner muscles were tugging at him, and it shot him over the side. He grunted a dozen times, and each time his hips attacked hers until he was finished and spent, and he lay down on top of her just as she spat out Clark and a beautiful smile spread over her small, delicate face.
The other two women had also climaxed and rolled away, sighing and resting on the rug.
Maxine sat up slowly and looked around at the bodies. She smiled to herself, a small secret smile, and suddenly flung her arms out wide.
"Goddamn it, I did it! I had a real full-bore fucking climax! I didn't have to pretend that time!"
David sat up and reached for her, but he couldn't find her. "Maxine," he said sharply. "You've been pretending to climax, even with me? For two years?"
"Yes, David! How could I tell you? It wasn't your fault I was so cold, I just needed something more." She touched his outstretched hand and their fingers entwined. "But, David, I don't think I'll have any trouble any more! It was my fault, don't you see? I was so psyched out, I didn't know how to even start to feel sexy!"
David grinned, his sightless eyes aimed directly at her voice. "Young lady, just wait till I get you home!"
Neva sat up, still groggy from the thrill of her climax when David ate her cunt. She turned and stroked his limp dick and touched his face.
"I still owe you something, David." she said.
He turned toward her, his fingers finding her big tits. He held them gently and urged her back as he lay on the rug, keeping her on top of him. He petted her breasts for a long time, sensing their change with his fingers, then at last he drew her face toward his and kissed her.
"Is it different?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is it different when a blind man plays with your breasts, or eats your cunt?"
"Only because you're a different man, somebody I've never made love with before. No, David, don't worry about that. It isn't any different because you're blind. And later tonight it will be perfect between you and Maxine. So don't worry about it, just take me. Do anything you want to, I'm ready."
He stroked her with his long fingers, playing her as he would a rare and valuable violin, and making beautiful music. Neva couldn't remember when anyone had been so tender with her. He warmed her up slowly, tenderly, whispering how lovely she was, how wonderful, how sexy, and how good she was in bed. It turned her on like nothing ever had before.
As his lips came off her breast she touched his face.
"David, where did you learn to be so gentle, to make love thinking of how the woman feels?" "From my mother."
She reacted only with a frown. He sensed her puzzlement.
"Do you find that unusual, strange?" "A little."
"She was really my stepmother. My father married her when I was twelve. He died two years later. She came into my room one day when I was jacking off. I guess she decided if I was to know about women, she was going to have to show me, to explain how a woman feels, how she thinks, and of course how to make love to a woman." "Did she?"
"Yes, slowly, gradually over the next three years. On my seventeenth birthday she let me go all the way. I guess I wanted to marry her myself then."
"She was a marvelous teacher, David."
He was so gentle and smooth that she hardly knew when he penetrated. She knew he was down there and that she was ready, but the actual insertion was so soft and delicate that it took her by surprise to realize he was fully inside her.
She climaxed at once. He waited until she had spent the last quiver, then kissed her tenderly.
"And that was no pretending, was it?"
"Oh, no, David, oh, no!"
He was still stroking her breasts, still whispering to her, nibbling at her ears, her nose, kissing her eyes. His whole lovemaking was so smooth and gentle that for a moment she didn't realize he was still inside her. That could be part of Maxine's problem. David was too gentle. Some women liked it fast and rough.
Neva started to suggest it, then closed her mouth and surged with him as he climaxed quickly, slamming hard against her. He seemed surprised when she locked her arms over his back and held him pinned in place.
"You want me to stay inside?"
"Yes, sweetheart, let me come down gently."
"But I'll crush you!"
"I hope so, that's half the fun, a woman sometimes-likes to be laid on, smashed down by the man who has just loved her!"
David nodded as if marking that down in his memory. He smiled then, and let his hands slide softly over her face.
"Beautiful, you're beautiful, Neva! And such a wonderful figure. You must exercise a lot, or ride a bicycle or something. I know you don't work ouon a balance-bar."
"I'd fall off!" she said, laughing. "But I do watch what I eat, and I do some bicycling."
He leaned up so he could feel her breasts.
"I've never got my hands into anything like these before. Would you let them hang down so I can touch them?"
She let him come out of her and went to her hands and knees over his face so he could touch them.
"Oh, yes, marvelous! The female form is such a beautiful thing, it's a shame we cover it up most of the time."
Ten minutes later they all were in the kitchen, eating snack cookies Marty had made and sipping coffee. Nobody had taken more than one drink because they didn't want to miss out on a thing that went on. They were all at ease now. For the first few minutes they had stood around bare-assed, wondering what to do with their hands. It was amusing. But quickly the idea that six persons were naked together wore off, and they accepted the bulges and scars and moles for what they were.
Marty nodded at Neva. "I'm glad we invited them," she said softly. Maxine was the last one out of the bathroom. "Isn't she a perfect little doll? So tiny, and so limber!"
"For that I hate her," Neva said. "I can't even touch my toes."
"You've got too much to bend over," Clark said reaching across and grabbing one of her big, swaying tits.
They all laughed. A moment later Maxine came in without any fanfare and without making an entrance. She went up to David and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, David, for bringing me to this wonderful party!"
He leaned over to kiss her, and she quickly moved up into position and put her hand around his neck. The kiss was soft, delicious, and for just a moment Neva was jealous of this small girl with the blind husband.
"Thank you, pretty lady, for just being my wife!"
Neva turned, a tear gushing from her eye and running down her cheek. She had never heard anything so beautiful in her life.
When her coffee was finished, Maxine walked over to Clark and whispered to him. He nodded, took her hand, and they left the kitchen. When they were once again in the living room with the low lights, she turned and looked at him again.
"Would you, really?"
"Sure, why not, I do it all the time!"
"Oh, David doesn't like to."
"Some guys don't." He looked at the fuck rug. "Here."
"Good as any," she pronounced. "Could I be on top?"
"Any way you want it." He lay down on his back and she went to her hands and knees and slowly moved over him, first kissing his wet lips, then moving up until her small round breasts came to his mouth. He lifted and sucked one into his mouth, licking it and chewing it contentedly for a few minutes, then moved to the other one.
"Darling, that does feel good," Maxine said, showing surprise.
She moved again until her furry triangle was right over his face. She paused, took a deep breath and nodded.
His fingers parted the soft brown hair, then his hands pulled her hips lower until he could reach her. His tongue worked at her clit first, and he heard her gasp.
"Sweetheart, that-that was so wonderful!"
He stroked her clit again with his tongue, and felt her begin to quiver. Again and again he played with the tiny node until she was on the verge of erupting. Then he moved, trailed his hot tongue lower to the pink love lips. He laved them slowly with his tongue, listening to her build up. She was huffing like a freight train engine.
"Oh, darling, that's heaven, so absolutely divine!"
She was starting to blow now, and Clark wanted to do it right. He drove his tongue through her labia and deep into her cunt, bringing a startled cry from the small girl's lips-then a thundering shattering climax that tore through her. She howled in pleasure-pain as the tremors raced over her. Her hips began slamming forward and down, pushing his face into her furry crotch and pinning him to the floor.
Wave after wave of contractions shook her small body. Then she gave a great sigh and rolled over on her back.
She opened her eyes and looked at him, then surged up and kissed him hard on the mouth, before she sighed again and relaxed on the floor.
The others had heard her cry out, and came into the room to see the last of her climax. They settled down on the sofa side by side, and five minutes later they had a wild four-way latch up going that Neva never did figure out. She accepted the long stiff pole up her pussy as reality enough, and in the mix-up found her mouth close to a breast. It did look appetizing at that. She licked it, then her mouth closed around it for just a moment before she was pushed away and David's mouth went firmly over her own breast. She frowned. That had to be Marty's breast. She wanted to giggle, it did taste kind of good!
It was almost three a.m. before Neva and Sam walked inside their own house and slumped on the couch.
"You want one quick one for a nightcap?" Neva asked.
"You kidding, cunt? I've just cum six times! I'm so fucked out, I couldn't even get it up for the queen!"
"What queen?"
"Any queen."
"That was a ball!"
"Yeah, six of 'em, and they all cracked you."
"True! Do you think Maxine is cured-you know-of being so cold and having to pretend to cum?"
"She had enough practice! She said she came off eleven times, do you believe that?"
"Yes! Think they'll come back?"
"You mean at our place in three weeks? Sure!"
"In three weeks we'll have played ten baseball games. I don't know if I'll be able to stand up under both."
"Then concentrate on baseball, we need you as official scorer."
"Yeah, that's what I don't know if I can stand."
"If I only had another pitcher..."
"A manager's lament."
"Shut up and strip!"
"Why, sir, are you propositioning me."
"Fuck, yes!"
"I thought you had enough." "Hell, that was just the warm up! This is the real game."
As she took her clothes off again, she watched him. "Hey, big fucker, if you zap out while you're screwing me, who do we get to finish coaching the season?"
He reached for her big tits. "Who else? You become coach. That's part of the job of a team mother!"
That was the night Sam set his record, eight scores in a row.
