The pros and cons of the revolutionary, but yet rapidly wide spreading, concept of wife swapping-and its natural descendant, group sex-have been perennially discussed, argued, debated, and examined. Most every aspect of this sexual phenomenon has been carefully dissected by theologians, sociologists, psychologists, men of letters, and the average layman; opinions cover every inch of the spectrum, from one end to the other.
Constitutionally of course, each man and each woman has the legal and moral right to choose for himself what he shall or shall not believe in; but it is our opinion that in areas such as the aforementioned, this is intrinsically not the case. We are not told we must not believe in, or accept, certain avenues of human existence, that we must hold these strange new ideas in abhorrence because they conflict with the teachings of our forefathers-teachings which today are not only archaic but impractical, even detrimental. And if we do not so bold these new ideas and concepts-we are considered sick or perverted or immoral.
Who is it, you may well ask, who dares to force our beliefs in a certain direction, who dares to censor and to pass judgment? Who are the shapers, the molders, the dictators?
To our way of thinking, they are the so called intelligentsia; the men of government, of the arts, of the sciences, creative men, educated en, in a wide variety of fields and endeavors. It is to them which belongs the burden of guilt.
And the most deplorable fact, the saddest, is that these men denounce, decry, abhor and condemn without knowing anything of what they are denouncing, decrying, abhorring and condemning! Without having experienced it, having any conception of its effect on men such as themselves, intelligent men, creative men-or, shamefully, without caring!
We, the publishers, submit that this is a gross injustice being perpetrated upon the people of the world-if, indeed, it is not a heinous attack on freedom itself. Thus, we are indebted to Peter Jensen for having authored this novel, The Virgin Couple. In it, Mr. Jensen examines the case of one such man, a man named Barry Sutton-a writer, a creative individual, a shaper and molder, a man who holds narrow-minded, unjust views until a certain set of circumstances show him the other side of the coin.
Mr. Jensen weaves a vivid and compassionate picture of what happens when a man like Barry Sutton is once exposed to that which he has blindly condemned in the past. It is the author's contention, and ours, that Barry Sutton's reaction is not an isolated or minority one, that it would be thus in the clear majority of cases involving similar individuals. And it is both the author's and our contention, too, that there is a definite link between physical gratification, physical awakening, and creative achievement.
We cannot find further word to express our gratitude to Mr. Jensen for having written this vitally important novel.
Chapter 1
It was a small party-ten couples and a few unattached men and women-and it was, to Kim Sutton's mind, rather a stuffy affair. Everyone seemed to be standing in little clusters, talking inanely of topics typical to cocktail parties: local and national politics, current fads and fashions, the Viet Nam war, ad nauseam. The hostess, a tall, statuesque blonde whose name was Gerry Tatum, circulated amongst the guests with a tray of various preferential drinks-and her long-side burned husband, Roy, sat next to a slim redhead on one of the living room's two couches, putting his hand on her knee almost possessively when he thought his wife wasn't looking.
Kim stifled an involuntary yawn, knowing that Barry and she should never have accepted the Tatums' invitation. Barry had quit the San Francisco Sentinel three weeks ago, and everyone in the paper knew why; as a consequence, minor reporters like Roy Tatum thought it socially impressive to invite Barry Sutton and his wife to their drab little parties. Yes, that was certainly the reason they had been invited; but they'd accepted anyway, knowing this, just to get out of their own house, to see some other faces, to talk with someone besides one another.
They had stayed home every night since Barry's resignation-they'd turned down two other invitations to social functions-because Barry was trying desperately to get his novel started, working twelve to fifteen hours every day, writing fifteen or twenty pages but throwing most of them away in anger and frustration. It simply wasn't going right, he had told her; the words wouldn't jell. The reason for that was a combination of things: the Department of Public Works was putting in a new sewer main on their street, and the noise of jackhammers and heavy machinery and large trucks was deafening at times; the phone seemed to ring continuously with calls from friends, well-wishers, dogs barking, power lawn mowers whining destroyed whatever moments of silence were left. He'd given It up this morning, calling the whole idea an abortion, saying that he wouldn't-couldn't--write another line in that house; he had to get away, he'd said, somewhere where he could be alone, in peace and quiet, to collect his thoughts and coordinate his ideas into the cohesive format of the projected novel. And he had to do it damned soon, too; he'd already sold the book to a major New York hard-cover publisher on the basis of, an outline alone, had been given a large advance (most of which was already spent on old bills and incidentals), and he had less than eight months in which to deliver the completed manuscript. It was to be a major, lengthy work, and if he was to meet that deadline he couldn't afford to lose any more time getting started.
When the Tatums' telephoned invitation had come that morning, just after Barry's remonstrations, he had told Kim to go ahead and accept, what the hell; they might as well get out of the house since it was no use in trying to continue the novel.
Gerry Tatum tame around to where Kim and Barry were standing near the large fieldstone fireplace and asked them if they would care for another drink. Barry declined politely, and she moved off again.
He said to Kim, "I'm beginning to wonder if we shouldn't have stayed home tonight. I could've stared at the typewriter and you could've stared at me."
She squeezed his arm, smiling up at him wanly. "I think we'd have had just as good a time."
"I hate parties like this," Barry said. "They're so damned pretentious."
I know."
"I haven't heard an honestly intelligent statement all night."
"Spoken like the true, novelist," Kim said in a gently chiding voice. "Mr. Hemingway, I presume?"
"Ouch!" Barry said, recoiling in mock pain. "Your barbed wit cuts deep."
She touched the long, silky strands of her raven black hair in that unconsciously vain way women affect. "I was just teasing, honey."
"I know you were," Barry sighed. "How much longer do we have to remain at this abysmal affair, do you suppose? When can we leave without destroying our image?"
"Very shortly," Kim said. "Can you take another half hour of this?"
"Must I?"
"You must."
"This is a far, far better thing I do, as Hamlet said." Barry muttered, taking a moody swallow from his double martini.
Just then, one of the couples whom they had been introduced to upon arriving at the party-Jack and Lynn Goren-made their way over to where the Suttons were standing. Jack Goren was short and heavy-set, with a salt-and-pepper crew cut and dark, intelligent gray eyes. He gave the impression of having once been an athlete-he was broad shouldered and thick chested, and the material of his Madras jacket was stretched taut across his pectorals. Looking at him, Barry Sutton thought that he probably worked out regularly in one of the local gymnasiums or health clubs. He had a broad, friendly, contagious smile and an easy-going manner. He was carrying, oddly enough, a glass of dark ale in one huge hand. His wife, Lynn, was tall and lithe with brownish-yellow hair and huge, luminescent green eyes with tiny yellow flecks in the irises. She wore a clinging blue shift which hugged and caressed her slender, high-breasted body, accentuating the easy, natural sway of her tight mooned buttocks. She was holding onto Goren's arm and smiling warmly as they approached.
"Hello there, Sutton," Goren said heartily as they came up. "Lousy party, isn't it?"
"Shall I be honest about it?" Barry asked.
"Sure."
"Yes. It's a lousy party."
Goren laughed deeply, with good-natured, infectious amusement. He said to his wife, "I told you I was going to like this Sutton, didn't I, Lynn? He's a man after my own heart-honest and frank and totally lacking in the phony social graces."
"Thanks-I think," Barry said.
Goren laughed again. His eyes shifted to Kim, moving easily over her beautifully compact, perfectly symmetrical body in a way which was complimentary to Kim-not lecherous, but openly admiring. "How about you, Kim? What's your opinion of this little affair?"
The familiar use of her first name didn't bother Kim at all; she found herself rather liking this large man. "The same as my husband's," she answered ruefully.
"Don't really know why we came," Goren said. "Something to do on a Friday night, I guess"
"Same here," Barry said. They had established a common bond, and he, too, found himself liking Goren. And Lynn, even though she hadn't spoken as yet, struck him as being an intelligent, carefree soul like her husband. On top of that, she was damned attractive, Barry had to admit; very damned attractive.
They fell easily, then, into conversation. As both Barry and Kim had surmised, the Gorens were witty, intelligent people, interesting to talk to. It developed that Jack was an electronics salesman for a large national company, extremely successful; so much so, in fact, that he was now semi-retired, working when he felt like it. Lynn, in addition to being a housewife, dabbled in oil painting in her spare time. She was very modest about that, but Goren insisted that she was a tremendous talent, witness the fact that she had sold two of her seascapes for five hundred dollars each just last month.
The topic of conversation shifted, naturally, to the novel Barry was writing. The Gorens had heard of it from the Tatums (no surprise there, Barry thought a little sardonically), and Jack was extremely interested in it. He asked, "What's the book about? That is, if you don't mind revealing same."
"No, I don't mind," Barry said. "It has to do with student unrest on a large California college campus. At least, that's the basic foundation of the book. I like to delude myself into thinking I've got something to say on contemporary youth-why they act as they do, what social, political, and historical precedents they have and will set, the long-range cause and effect of riots, demonstrations, dissent."
"I have a few ideas on that subject myself," Goren said. "But it sounds like a hell of a book, if you can pull it off. I don't mean that at all derogatorily, you understand."
Barry grinned wryly. "Well, I'm not sure I can pull it off."
"Oh? Why?"
"I can't seem to get started on the thing. The first couple of Chapters are extremely important, and I can't get them flowing. I must have written seventy-five pages in the past three weeks, of which I've salvaged maybe four or five."
"What seems to be the problem?" Goren asked with genuine concern.
Barry told him-about the Department of Public Works, and the telephone ringing, and the power lawn mowers whining. Goren clucked his tongue sympathetically. "Sounds like you need to get off in the wilds somewhere for a few weeks."
"That's just what I need," Barry answered. "Trouble is, Kim and I aren't exactly the richest people in San Francisco at the present time. Most of the publisher's advance is gone, and we have a home to maintain. I just can't afford to rent, much less buy, a mountain retreat for the length of time I'm going to need."
"Then what will you do, Barry?" Lynn asked in her musically soft voice.
"Grin and bear it, I guess," he replied. "Maybe, one of these days soon, I'll be able to get into the book; if that happens, all the goddamned noise in the world won't affect my work."
"You will, dear," Kim told him.
Barry grinned his wry grin. "Wifely faith. Ah, what would we creative geniuses do without it?"
Goren laughed. "Behind every great man, there's a great woman," he said.
"And vice versa," Lynn put in.
They all laughed, and the rapport between the two couples was fully established. They spent the next hour and, a half discussing a various and sundry number of things, losing all track of time, each enjoying the company of the others. When midnight came, the party began to break up. Barry reluctantly looked at his watch, saying, "Hell, I didn't figure it to be this late. I've got to be up with the roosters tomorrow for another shot at the typewriter."
"I thought you were going to let it simmer for a couple of days, honey?" Kim said teasingly.
"Do you believe everything I say?"
"Of course."
Barry shook his head in feigned wonder.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"I've wondered about that myself."
Goren's hearty laugh punctuated their conversation. "Listen," he said, taking Barry's hand, "talking with the two of you had made a pleasant evening out of what started out to be a huge bore."
"Same here," Barry told him. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Jack. And," he added gallantly, "your most lovely wife."
"That goes for me, too," Goren said, his eyes moving over Kim again in that admiring way until she blushed lightly with pleasure.
"What say we get together one of these days?"
"Sounds delightful," Kim said enthusiastically.
"Do you play bridge?"
"Yes, we do."
"Fine! We're a couple of tenacious players, Lynn and I, but we don't play for blood. We'll make it a foursome one of these evenings soon, if you're amenable."
"That we are," Barry said.
"Are you listed in the bock?'
"No," Kim responded. "What with all the calls we've been getting, we had our number changed to an unlisted one."
"If you'd rather not give it out-"
"Oh no, not at all," Kim said quickly, looking at Barry. He nodded. She gave the number to Lynn, who wrote it down in a small, red leatherette notebook from her purse.
"Just don't call between seven and noon," Barry warned. "Kim just picks up the receiver and puts it back down. Cardinal rule: no talking of any kind between seven and noon."
Goren chuckled. "Right."
They got their coats and bid one another good night at the door. Roy Tatum, more than a little drunk by this time, pumped Barry's hand enthusiastically, urging him to be sure to give "me and the missus" an autographed copy of his book when it was published. Barry said that he would, and Kim and he went quickly to where their car was parked in front. The Gorens, with Jack driving the dark green Lincoln Continental, waved as they pulled away from the curve.
As Barry helped her into their two-year-old Ford, Kim said, "Aren't the Gorens the nicest people?"
"Yes," Barry agreed. "They certainly are."
"I'm going to fuck Kim Sutton," Jack Goren said, "And you, my dear, are going to help me do it."
Lynn smiled, stretching languorously on the front seat of the Lincoln. "Of course, darling," she answered. "After all, Barry Sutton is a handsome and desirable man. I'm going to enjoy getting laid by him just as much as you're going to enjoy fucking the lovely Mrs. Sutton."
"Goddamn, but you're the hottest woman I ever knew," Goren said with some pride. "You just love cock, don't you, baby?"
"Just like you love pussy, sweetheart."
Goren took one hand from the steering wheel and put it on her firm, soft thigh, just at the point where the blue shift rode high on her lap. He began to stroke the feathery surface lightly. She slid over next to him and, without preamble, laid the palm of her slim hand on the crotch of his sports slacks. His prick hardened instantly at her touch through the material, and Lynn said, "Mmmmmmm, daddy's ready, isn't he?" in a teasing voice.
"Daddy's always ready," Goren said. "Just like mommy."
Lynn began to stroke his cock lightly with her palm while his hand moved higher along her thigh. She breathed into his ear hotly, saying, "How do you propose to get next to the nice Sutton couple, lover? They don't exactly strike me as swingers, so the direct approach would seem to be out."
"True," Goren said. "But I've got a plan."
"What is it?"
"I'll tell you when we get home."
"Tell me now, lover," Lynn said. Deftly, her fingers found the zipper of his fly and worked it down quickly. The throbbing length of his huge rod pushed the thin folds of his underpants out through the fly opening, straining for escape. But Lynn kept it imprisoned inside, stroking the rigid tool with knowledgeable fingers; she knew how to torment a man in many ways: by touch, by word, by manipulation of her own body. Goren was breathing faster under her agile ministrations, and Lynn shivered anticipatorily. Oh, she was going to give him a ride when they got home, all right-she really was! She could feel her cunt begin to seep warm, moist fluid, soaking the thin silk of her panty briefs, and she ground her smooth formed buttocks down against the pliant leather of the seat. "Tell me the plan, lover," she repeated.
"We're ... ohhhh ... almost home!" Goren panted. And then, "Damn you!" as her hand rubbed more tantalizingly over his prick, using the material of his underpants to taunt and rub the blood-engorged glands into near-explosion. His own hand went higher along her thigh and his fingers found the dampness of her crotch. He waggled a finger inside the leg band, dipping the tip into the secret juices of her warm, slightly throbbing vagina, causing a low, soft moan of sheer animalistic pleasure to escape her throat. "How do you like that, you little prick-teaser?" he hissed breathlessly.
"Ohhhh, lover!"
His forefinger found the quivering miniature phallus of her aroused clitoris, moved with provocative slowness back and forth across its sensitive surface until his wife was grinding her hips faster and faster down against the seat, her loins surging upward against his finger as if trying to beckon it to plunge deep inside her vaginal cavity. Goren whispered, "You'll wait until we get home, won't you, baby?"
"Aaaggghhhh, hhmmmmmm!" she groaned. "Yesssss, I'll waittttt!"
Goren grinned triumphantly, and eased his finger away from her clitoris, took it out from beneath her panties and let his hand rest on her thigh. She allowed her fingers to remain on his still-hardened cock, but they weren't moving now; her eyes were closed and she leaned against him, letting the sensations his probing, questing finger had caused ripple through her deliciously.
The Lincoln's headlights picked up the large, Colonial style home-in San Francisco's ultra affluent Sea Cliff-which they owned. Goren brought the large luxury automobile into the driveway and upward into the spacious two-car garage next to Lynn's canary yellow Triumph TR-6, shut off the engine and the lights. He stepped out, zipping himself up, feeling the blood still pounding in his erect cock. Tease him like that in the car, would she? Well, just wait until they got inside! He'd do a little teasing of his own!
He went around to open the door for Lynn, helped her out, and they went into the sprawling, maple-furnished house. Goren switched on the indirect lights in the knotty pine paneled living room and went to the impressive, well stocked bar at one end, near the avocado-draped front window. "How about a drink, baby?" he called to Lynn.
"Hmm, all right."
"Scotch?"
"No ice, lover," she nodded.
He poured two scotches and brought her one. "Let's go into the bedroom," he smiled teasingly, wrapping his big arm about her slim waist.
She pressed against him. "Will you tell me the plan then?"
"We'll see."
They entered the bedroom and Goren took off his Madras jacket, throwing it over one of the maple chairs near the dresser. Lynn undid the two buttons on the front of the shift and slowly, seductively, using her palms and undulating her body rhythmically, she slid the garment down, down along her body until it lay puddled at her feet. Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face as she undressed. She stood there, dressed now only in bra and panties. Tantalizingly, like an exotic dancer practicing her art expertly, she reached behind her and unhooked the bra fastenings, pulling it away from her firm white breasts slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry sized nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra on top of the shift and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading them like a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over her long tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude.
"Like, lover?" she asked throatily.
"Christ, you're like a goddamned whore when you get in the bedroom!" Goren said, but he wasn't castigating her for it. Hell, he wouldn't have had it any other way. His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body, at the fleecy, light brown down framing the wet, pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right; in the six years they had been married, he had never had a woman who pleased him any more than she did-whether it be suck or fuck; a few had come close to approximating her prowess in the rack, but none had ever surpassed her. That was one hell of a compliment, considering the number of women Jack Goren had had in those six years of marriage.
Lynn reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to the king-sized, satin-spread double bed and lay down on it, spreading her legs wide in a wanton, inviting position, exposing to his eyes the full, wet, palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. She rotated her hips lewdly on the sat up spread, arching them up and lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going to get naked, lover?" she asked in a husky voice.
"Goddamn right I am!" Goren said. Quickly, he undressed, throwing his trousers and shirt and tie over the jacket on the chair, pulling his underpants down. He stood there with his great, trembling cock standing out from his groin like some impossibly huge instrument of torture, the unseeing eye in the glands oozing thin, clear droplets of aroused lubrications. Lynn stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as If tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around In the warm sucking caverns of her mouth.
"Come on," Lynn urged. "Lie down beside mommy."
"And what's mommy going to do then?"
"Mommy's going to take that big lovely cock of yours and suck every last little drop of hot cum right out of it," Lynn whispered up at him.
Damn! Goren thought. She really knew how to get a guy heated up, talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you verbally if such a thing were possible. His prick quivered and throbbed in anticipation. But he owed her a little teasing for what she had done to him in the car on the way home first, before he took her up on her offer. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to her; close enough to allow her hand to snake out and encircle his prick, to begin to stroke and then to massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth and then to slip her hand underneath and cup and caress his balls, cradling their softness in her palm.
Goren stifled a small groan of pleasure, and then reached down and removed her hand. "First things first," he said.
"What do you mean, lover?"
"You wanted to hear my plan, didn't you?"
"Oh, daddy! You can tell me the plan afterwards!"
"No, I'm going to tell you now. You were anxious enough to hear about it earlier."
She returned her hand to his penis and testicles, rubbing, caressing. "Please, daddy," she crooned. "I'm hot now, and I want to suck you. Come one, let mommy suck you now and then you can tell me all about your plan."
"No," Goren said. He moved down to the foot of the bed, looking up at her, watching her undulate her hips, her tongue still flicking along her lips, her eyes resting hotly on the huge, granite-hard expanse of his weapon, at the wrinkled sac of his bloating balls. "Now the way I figure it, Barry is the one to work on first. He's a man, and therefore he's more susceptible than Kim."
"So you plan to get to Kim through Barry," Lynn said. She stretched out her leg, frowning a little petulantly, and began to stroke his thigh with her toes, waggling her big toe upward to touch the rigid flesh of his cock until he reluctantly pushed it away and continued.
"That's right. Now I think we've got the answer on how to do it from what Barry said tonight. About not being able to work on his novel because of all the interruptions."
Lynn lowered her hand and began to stroke her belly lightly with her fingertips, teasing the softness of her pubic mound, then trailing lower down between her legs so that she was rubbing in slow, even tempo the moistness of her cuntal mouth, teasing her clit. Watching her, Jack became even more aroused-she knew that he really enjoyed watching her play with herself, and she was so hot for his hard pulsating cock now that she was pulling out all stops to get him to stop talking. Jack opened his mouth to continue, but he swallowed hard at the sight of his wife manipulating her genitals, darting her middle finger In and out of her soft, hair lined vagina with deft strokes in the attitude of copulation. As she did so, she pushed her buttocks down farther on the bed, coming nearer to him, and this time he didn't pull away. Her hand seized his cock again, began to stroke it then, before he was able to fend her off, she rose up and pressed her body against his, forcing him back into a prone position across the width of the bed.
"Damn it, Lynn, I'm trying to tell you about-" Goren began, but then he stopped as his wife began to trail her soft, moist lips along the side of his neck, into the hollow of his throat, down along his hirsute chest. She nuzzled the rigid buds of his nipples, rolling her tongue back and forth across one, and then let her mouth roam down across the girth of his large, protruding, but well-muscled belly. He groaned at the stimulations her expert lips were sending through his body, thrust his hips down hard against the satin spread. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his cock now, over his testicles, reaching under his body to probe briefly at the puckered ring of his anus, retracing their path back to his quivering penis.
"The plan ...," Goren began weakly.
"You can tell me what it is afterward, lover," she crooned. "Just relax now, Daddy, and let Mommy take care of you."
Damn it, she'd won again, Goren thought fuzzily, giving himself over to the prurient sensations of her lips and fingers. She always won, always got her way sexually if not in other matters; here in the bedroom, she seemed to be lord and master instead of the other way around. Not that he minded; hell, she was so damned good in bed that it didn't offend his masculine pride at all to have her get her way-because her way was invariably the best way.
Lynn was poised on all fours now, kneeling between his wide-spread thighs, her head lowered almost to the tip of his up thrust cock, stroking the palpitating flesh lightly with first one hand, then the other, then rubbing it gently between the palms of both hands, further arousing him until moans of joy rendered from his lips. "Goddamn it, hurry up, baby, hurry up!" he groaned. "Suck it, suck it, suck it!" His hips thrust upward, but she pulled her head back out of reach, chuckling softly, still stroking and manipulating his cock and balls.
He reached up and entangled his hands tightly in her hair, trying to guide her head down to meet his forward-leaping manhood. His head was lifted off the bed, so that he could watch the lust-contorted features of her beautiful face, poised there above his loins, and his brain reeled with the mental image of his thick, pulsating cock burrowing in and out of her ovaled lips; he was excited beyond all recall now, he had to have her suck him off! He could feel the semen beginning to boil in his testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of his shaft like a flow of hot molten lava.
"Hurry, hurry!" he begged. "Suck it, baby, suck it!"
Suddenly, as if in abeyance, Lynn plunged her head forward and down. Goren felt the incredible, hot moist softness of her lips close over the sensitive head of his cock, felt her firebrand tongue lick circles of liquid fire around and around it, flicking into the glands opening, drinking up the lubricating fluid oozing there. His hands in her hair tightened and he thrust his loins upward, driving the length of his massive prick deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it slam against the back of her throat.
"Uuuuummmmmmm!" Lynn mewled around her husband's hardened rod of flesh.
"Aaggggggghhhhhhhh!" Goren cried in lust-crazed agreement.
Lynn drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist stickiness of the glands again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head. Then she began to suck him rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise of the accomplished female lover. He watched her convoluted lips working on his cock, watched the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she sawed her mouth the full length of his rigid tool. The sight of her sucking him never ceased to increase his arousal, and his loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy expanse disappearing with each hard forward thrust, so that only a small stretch of it showed white and glistening with saliva wetness between her lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering, lick on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust, making the head jerk and convulse as though it, too, were a thing alive with a mind of its own. She sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task of what she was doing, her concentration as full and complete as that of a scientist applying mathematical equations. Her breasts danced wildly below her pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting picture he was viewing.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Goren urged her on, dropping his head back on the bed heavily, closing his eyes and pretending for a brief moment that it was Kim Sutton sucking him, that it was Kim Sutton's round lipstick rimmed little mouth around his huge cock. Well, it would be, all right, soon enough; he'd fuck her one of these days, he was confident of that, and with the fucking went the sucking; that was irrefutable. He'd shoot his load of boiling cum deep into her throat and into her belly, and she'd be begging him for more.
Lynn slaved below, her body glistening from pustules of lust-sweat. The pressure grew and grew in Goren's balls, and he shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble, not heeding it in his desire for the final release of the maddening build up of semen in his scrotum.
And then-
And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his plunging cock. He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in agony. His cock began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning Lynn's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush of burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she was forced to swallow wildly to keep from choking, mewling and crooning and tickling his balls with the tips of her fingernails.
"Keep sucking!" Goren cried. "Lover, keep sucking, keep suckingggggg!" His hands were working spasmodically in her hair now, ramming her head down harder on his burgeoning cock, burying it deep in her throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as his wife crazily sucked at the juices of his lust, he emptied the final drops of his sperm into her mouth.
Lynn continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking every last drop of his load, until the satiated penis began to gradually deflate in her mouth. Goren flung his arms outward on the bed in exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment emitting from his lips. His wife lay for a long moment between his outstretched legs, her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp cock settling down into the cradle of his balls. Finally, she crawled up and kissed him full on the mouth. He accepted her tongue hungrily as she thrust it into his mouth, even though droplets of his white sticky cum were drooling down in thin rivulets from the corners of her glistening lips.
"How did you like that, lover?" she whispered.
"As good as always!" he enthused. "Hell, better!"
She kissed him again, and then said, "Now-I'm ready to hear your plan of action regarding the Suttons. After which," she added, smiling down at him with her eyes sparkling hotly, "you may return the favor of my sucking you by eating my pussy until I cum as well as you did. Sound good?"
"Sounds goddamned good!"
"But first the plan."
"Well," Goren said, "it's simple enough. Like I started to say before, Barry was complaining about not being able to work on his novel because of all the interruptions. What he wanted to do, he said, was get away somewhere, alone, where he could really get to work. Remember?"
"Uh-huh."
"Suppose we provide him with that retreat he mentioned."
"You mean--our cabin at Salmon Creek?"
"Exactly," Goren told her. "It's perfect."
"Do you think he'll accept the offer of the cabin?"
"Hell, why shouldn't he? He can't afford not to accept, can he?"
"Lover," Lynn said admiringly, "I do believe you're a genius. But suppose Kim wants to go along with him?"
"I doubt that," Goren said. "When he said he wanted to be alone, I think he meant just that. Completely alone, without even his wife. I'll call him tomorrow and put the idea to him, and we'll see if I'm right."
"And if he does accept, then I take over?"
"You take over," Goren said. "I'll tell him you'll meet him up there, show him where everything is and so on. Then you're on your own." He grinned. "I have no doubt what'll happen then."
"And you'll be doing what?"
"Dropping over to see Mrs. Sutton," he answered. "I'll suggest that she and I take a ride up to the cabin, so that she can see what it's like. I'll say it'll be a surprise, that 'we'll all have dinner together. We'll drive up there-"
"-and just happen to catch sight of Larry Sutton and me doin' what comes naturally," Lynn finished.
"Right. Of course, you'll have to make sure the two of you keep at it for a long time. No telling how long it'll be before I get his wife up there."
"No problem, lover," she chuckled. "You know me."
"Hell yes, I do," Goren said. "You just love cock, Mommy, like I said before."
"And you love pussy," Lynn told him. She began to push his head down along her body, moving her hips on the bed, letting her own fires rekindle hotly. "Now let's see you prove that I'm right, lover!"
Goren proved it without the slightest doubt.
Chapter 2
"Weren't the Gorens nice?" Kim said again as she and Barry walked into the bedroom of their Sunset District home. "I was certainly glad to meet them."
"Saved the night, that's for sure," Barry said. He sat down on the bed and removed his shoes, rubbing his feet. "If it hadn't been for them, I would literally have climbed the walls."
"Move, honey," Kim said lightly. Barry stood up as she removed the spread and folded it at the foot of the bed, then opened the covers.
"Well, never again," she vowed as Barry settled himself back again. "I guess writers are recluses at heart, anyway."
"No reason to put up with people you don't like."
"I hope to see the Gorens again, though. Maybe for bridge, like they suggested." She backed toward her husband. "Unzip me, will you, baby?"
Barry reached up and unzipped his wife's dress and then watched lovingly as she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly slid down the beautiful curve of her torso. He reached down the length of her long, shapely legs and playfully brought his hand up inside her half slip, pushing the hem up abruptly before she had time to resist.
"Ohhhhh!" Kim gurgled, jumping forward from her husband's electric fingertips. She was ultra sensitive along the softness of her inner thighs, her skin white and marble smooth and delicate. She tingled from his touch and stepped out of the pool of the fallen dress. "Oh stop it, stop it, baby!"
Barry grinned from his sitting position, and although he couldn't see her expression, he knew from their four years of marital relations that she was wincing with pleasure, her teeth bared with the first signs of sexual arousal. He continued to stroke his wife's legs, moving his hand up to tantalize the pubic mound so provocative under the silk crotch band of her panties. She wiggled her hips as if in protest, but didn't step away.
"Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Barry, oh Barry! I love you, Barry!" Kim turned suddenly and flung herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed him hard, cutting off the laugh he was teasingly giving her, and then they embraced passionately.
How lucky I am, Kim thought to herself, her brain swimming with her arousal. Landing Barry for a husband was a coup d'etat of the first order. She must have been courted by at least ten other men, but Barry had been constantly surrounded by other women, yet somehow she had won him away from all the other girls. He was going to be a success, she had implicit faith in that, with his name lauded in the literary circles along with Hemingway, Lawrence, Roth. He was confident of his writing skill, and his columns for the Sentinel had been nationally recognized as the work of a talented writer: a really gifted man.
And she was important to him. He had told her so, many times, and she made herself reaffirm the promise to herself that she would do all in her power to help him and become a partner in his success. This key element to their marriage made her love him all the more. Of course, he had by nature of his profession, to be alone most of the time, and this was sometimes difficult for her to accept. There he was, cooped up in his study, so close to her all day and yet so far away. He was so wrapped up in his novel that it seemed that they weren't as close as when he went to work at the newspaper every day. In the evenings, he was so tired and frustrated that they hadn't made love as many times as before and this worried her. Not that she liked it so very much-oh, she did, but not as often as a man does-but because Barry didn't seem to respond as much as he used to.
A slight spark of worry crossed Kim's mind as she hugged and kissed her husband. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had they grown old hat to each other? Had the excitement of their sex life lost its luster and Barry become bored with her? He didn't seem to be now, not with his heated lips pressed so tightly to hers, or his quiet moanings from deep within his throat as his arousal became stronger, or the hard lump of his rising penis as it stretched against her leg. She was being foolish, she concluded. He loved her more than ever. She darted her tongue deep within his mouth, feeling the roof and his tongue with her tongue tip.
And I love him ...
Barry turned his head away and smiled up at his wife. She returned his smile coyly, the fire In her eyes telling him that he was wanted and wanted badly. His hands slid along her sides and then cupped the tight alabaster mounds of her buttocks; a muffled murmur escaped from Kim's lips. He moved his fingers higher, connecting with the tight elastic band of her panties, running his hands along the bare, satiny skin. She squirmed beneath his ministrations, pushing her hot loins up into his hardening penis. She rotated her hips, nibbling his ear and neck with her mouth, and her hands gripped his shirt tightly with desire.
Then, suddenly, she stood up and pirouetted. She arched her back and unsnapped her bra. The white cups fell from her breasts like petals from ivory rose buds, and she stood for a moment with the ruby kissed tips pointing at her panting husband. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and half slip and removed them in one easy, graceful motion, throwing them on the dresser beside her. She caressed her full rounded hips with her palms, lightly, wantonly, still smiling at her husband. Without a word she lay down beside him, stretching out along the king-sized bed, spreading her limbs.
Damn! Barry thought turning to stare at her beauty. There's no other woman like her, he had to admit, and she looks just as beautiful now as yesterday or last week or last year. She was a seductive woman, no denying that, and his breath sucked in from the sudden excitement of the abandoned pose she had taken.
He raised himself on one elbow and gazed with fascination at the well-rounded, perfectly formed curves next to him. She lay back against the pillow, her arms begging for him, her legs moving up and down, her toes digging into the spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes.
"Baby," she whispered softly. "Hurry please, baby, now ..." She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, enjoying the licentious effect her actions were having on Barry, enjoying the teasing exhibition of her body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.
Barry didn't waste any more time but pulled at his clothes, not even bothering to get off the bed. It took only a moment for them to fall to the floor in a disorganized heap, and then he rolled to a kneeling position and looked down at her naked form. His thick, blood-enriched penis stood out hugely from his groin.
"Mmmmmm," Kim said softly. "That was quick, honey."
"I'm ready, ready right now," Barry grinned down at her. He roamed his hands over her, playing over her thighs and breasts. They stopped to tweak her nipples into rock-hard firmness, and then he ran a finger down the valley between the high-set firm white breasts. He never stopped marveling at how magnificent they were, especially considering how small a girl was in height. She was barely five three, but the parts that mattered were enough for any man. Her face was round and cherubic, with an air of innocence about it which made his lovemaking all that more enticing. It was like making love to a virgin every time, like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing the passion overcome the natural reluctance of "the first time." Her long, black hair was fine and silky and hung over her shoulders to curl across her breasts, highlighting the whiteness of her skin with its black strands. She wore a C-cup and filled it to overflowing with soft, lovely globes, and between her spread legs, which were shaped by a master craftsman, he could see clearly the soft pubic down which covered her pink vaginal slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the light, her sexual excitement secreting droplets which formed like honeyed dew on her pubic hair.
Barry leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he crushed his mouth against her groin, trying to suck up every sweet flowing drop of her pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her cuntal lips with yearning heat. Kim moaned but brought her thighs up sharply to stop him.
"No ... no ... not that, Barry! You know I don't like you to kiss me there. No, please stop ... please!" Her arms encircled his head and pulled him upward along her body toward her warm, pliant mouth, opened wide with desire. "Kiss me on the lips, baby," she whispered. "Not down there ..."
Barry didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of his wife's body and ground he lips onto hers. This was the one flaw in an otherwise wonderful relationship, he thought. He had tried for all the time they had been sleeping together to show her the erotic arousal lips against vulva, mouth around penis, could produce. He had been sucked by other girls many times in the past, before Kim and he were married. He wanted Kim to do the same to him, to see her head roll from side to side as he tongued the velvet-like insides of her cunt-lips in return. He could shut his eyes and imagine that butter soft mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically around his cock, and the very thought made him tense his loins, even as he kissed his wife on the mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his hot, white sperm into her throat as he had into others' throats, and hear her mewling and crooning with the desire of love as he did so.
Yes, and he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her clitoris between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue tip around and around her vagina, until at last be plunged his tongue deep into the cavern of her pussy, to soak up the secretions, to stab and dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving his tongue in her mouth in similar simulation of intercourse.
He held her tight to him and felt her warm body as it undulated uncontrollably beneath his body, her soft belly and pelvis grinding against his penis until it throbbed with hardness.
"Oh ... baby!" Kim moaned. "Darling, darling, I need you so badly ..."
"Yes ... yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly between her open thighs, and she rubbed her soft, hair protected loins against him in perfect harmony. He 'kissed her again, his mouth dry with barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press his exposed crotch. His cock seeped with lubricity from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her warm, smooth skin. It jerked, jumping as thought it was ready to spew its seminal fluid already. Once more he ran his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling it with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling excitement through him.
The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he entered her vagina and began to pound his cock to a fulfilling explosion, crossed his brain. He knew every action, every motion they would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused and wanted her, but ... but what? What was nagging at the back of his mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he gotten to take her for granted after all this time, and the original thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a complacency of familiarity? He loved his wife, but the spice was gone. He lifted his head and lay his cheeks against Kim's soft hair.
"Is ... there something wrong, Barry?" she whispered.
"What? Oh, no, of course not." "But there is, Barry."
"I ... was thinking how beautiful you are," he lied.
Kim began to shiver beneath him, her thighs rubbing his loins hungrily. "You want to make love to me, don't you?"
"Yes, 'yes I want to."
"How ...?" Her question was unexpected, and sent an electrifying current through him. It was something new to hear her ask for a good screwing, and then want to know-how! Yes, change was what was needed, for his cock leaped spontaneously with the added dimension.
"Hard!" Barry replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to hilt!"
"Oh, Barry, do it now! I want you inside me now!" she cried.
He drew her closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the round smooth buttocks, his hand over the soft, yielding crevice which halved them. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and grasped his fleshy hardness. Barry choked with the cool contact of her fingers around his cock, and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. She strained the full length of her body against him, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide and his penis poised proudly against the snug mouth of her waiting cunt, the thin, hair lined archway to her innermost desires relaxing with the need for him to enter. She kept firm hold of his bulbous, aching cock and drew it closer, sliding it up and down between her open legs, swirling it around her tender, pink flesh until its knob rested against her quivering cunt�l entrance.
"There, Barry ... right there."
He lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her wide spread pussy and felt the hot, rubbery passage clasp around his cock and absorb his naked surge like a hungry lion. She rocked gently beneath him. "Uhhhhh!" she murmured, and she leaned into his loins, trying to take more of him, and he levered his massive member to the full length of her cuntal tunnel. It was warm and tight, as though he had been the first, and the fluids helped her take him easily, wetting and lubricating his path. He thrust lustily until his blood-swollen head hit her cervix, and simultaneously his sperm bloated testicles crashed resoundingly against the firm, muscle-taut cheeks of her ass. He moved harder, flexing his prick as she moaned, imbedded beneath his driving cudgel.
"Oh God, Oh God!" Barry groaned, grinding his pelvis into her savagely, feeling the pliant warm flesh beneath as she strained to meet his pounding jerks, until her loins were inches off the bed. He angled his hips and drove into her, trying to establish a rhythm. She breathed a mewling sound incessantly, lifting her body to meet his forward attack, opening and closing her legs about his hips as she labored frantically to climb his solid pole, her head rocking from side to side in the abandoned supplication to their fornication.
"000hhhhhh, Barry you feel so good! So good!" She whimpered in his ear and then licked his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes, yccccccssssss!"
Kim gave another gasp and screwed herself tighter to his penis, until it sunk to her soft fleshy depths completely. He worked around and around in her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around his smooth sliding cock, his tempo ever increasing. His shaft continued to surge like a wild beast on a rampage until he was sure it was going to split down the seam, and the intoxicating pressure in his balls was enough to send him screaming. Oh God, surely he was going to reach his orgasm soon, for surely he couldn't hold back much longer! He increased his speed and stroke, drubbing into her savagely as his balls whacked against her unturned thighs.
She held him tightly in her strong legs, clamping her calves crablike around his hips, only to slacken them for a second and then clamp harder. She began to babble incoherently which he knew to be a sign she was approaching her own climax and then spurred him on with powerful long strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even more fully to his battering attack, and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly against his ramming penis and she rode his cock wantonly as though she never wanted to cease.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh ... OhhhhhhGoddddd, I'm I'm ... going to ... going to ... Cuummm!" With a sudden, deep throated groan, Kim began to vibrate uncontrollably; and then Barry, too, released his own dammed up passion. His cum churned through his boiling balls, up through the tube of his expanded cock, and surged into his wife's wildly clasping cunt. He shoved his tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the globoid cheeks of her firm white ass closer around his pumping penis, as he beat a wild tattoo against her with his still emptying testicles. Kim wailed into his mouth, her questing thighs jerking spasmodically against his belly while he discharged his overwhelming load of sperm violently into her. Finally, be collapsed across her, his sigh of contentment mingling with her own mewlings of gratification.
As sanity returned to him, Barry edged his body off his wife and rolled over. Kim, almost asleep, kissed him lightly on the cheek, curled herself up in a child-like fetus position. He put the covers over her, and for a moment before sleep overtook him, Barry thought of her tenderly. In spite of her few Victorian hang-ups about oral sex, she was still pretty good in bed, he had to admit. As good as most women he'd had. He stared at Kim, trying to imagine her as a strange woman he had just finished fucking, fucking for the sake of fucking and not out of love. Like Lynn, for example, that beautiful creature belonging to Jack Goren, that sensual, enticing all-woman. My God, he could just see her in bed, hungrily sucking his cock, naked and wild with prurience and desire, making love for its own-licentious sake. No ... no, why was he thinking like this. What would it accomplish? Besides, he could almost imagine the hurt Kim would feel if she knew of his lewd thoughts ... and the outrage it would cause the Gorens, for that matter. He groaned and turned over, shutting off the bedside lamp and plunging the room into darkness.
Kim woke him with a sweet, tender kiss the next morning. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at his wife, who held a bathrobe around her, and then he smiled, stretched his arms and yawned.
"Morning, honey," she said. "Want some coffee?"
Barry nodded, turned over and put his face to the pillow. "MMmmmmm," he murmured in a sleep-filled voice. Kim, by moving up from the bed, let the sunlight from the open window stream across his body, warming it beneath the covers. He dozed again until she reappeared.
"You overslept, baby," she said. "It's nearly nine."
Barry suddenly sprang awake. "What?"
"If you plan to get any writing done, you'd better start pretty soon. You know what Saturdays are like around here. I should have called you, but I lost track of the time myself."
Barry gulped some of the coffee she had brought, then jumped out of bed, all thought of resting there gone. He hurriedly dressed, walked out to the kitchen where Kim was scrambling some eggs. He sat at the dinette and watched her lithe young form as she moved gracefully around in the flower-design bathrobe. Her bare legs were still tanned from the summer sun, and they were beautiful enough to not need stockings, he thought; even her small feet, not normally a beautiful or appealing part of anybody's anatomy, were cute to him. He ate the eggs and toast when she served them, and even talked a little. Usually conversation was a matter of grunts in the morning, neither of them very good at being friendly after just rising, but the coffee helped this morning, as well as the lovemaking of the night before. Sex was all important to a marriage; they both agreed to that. Again, he had another momentary flash of imagining Jack Goren's wife in the bed with him, and not his wife, but Barry quickly dispelled the idea from his mind as totally unthinkable.
Writing was impossible. Barry retired to the study, rolled a fresh sheet of yellow foolscap into the IBM electric typewriter, and stared at the keys. No bursts of inspiration came to him. He reread the few pages he had so laboriously salvaged from the previous week's efforts, made a face as he read them, and then looked back at the virgin sheet. At this rate, he was going to collect social security when he finished the novel, he thought disgustedly; and with a rush of anger, he tore the sheet from the machine, balled it up and threw it into the overflowing wastepaper basket.
Somebody started to cut his lawn down the block, and the gas engine of the mower made a tremendous racket. The man across the street added to the disturbance by starting up a power saw to cut down the limbs of an old oak tree in his front yard. Barry remembered the noise from two days previous when the neighbor had started the project. He finished his coffee morosely and walked out to the kitchen for a fresh cup. He waited, knowing full well he was procrastinating, as he heated the pot on the stove.
Kim had dressed in a pair of black stretch pants and a white frilly blouse. The blouse was sheer enough to see through, and her bra molded her breasts like mountain peaks through fog. She was in the laundry room, sorting the clothes for washing. Barry knew that at twelve she was going to start the washing machine.
"Must you?" he said out loud.
"What?" Kim, not knowing to what he was referring, looked up, startled. "You mean the washing? No, baby, I don't. Of course we won't have any clean clothes next week." Barry realized he had snapped at her for no good reason. "I'm sorry, honey, I'm just upset. First I'm late getting started today, and now all the racket ..." He sighed and drank some coffee. "I've got to get away some place."
"I know," Kim sympathized.
"Up to Tahoe or down to Aptos or some place where I can go just like it was an office and I had a regular job. That's what I need: a ritual, a regular schedule like I had at the Sentinel."
Kim had heard it all before, but she nodded in agreement, knowing full well how futile the idea was with their meager savings. As she turned back to her chore with the clothes, she thought about the week's food, and how to cut down on the cost a little more. Hamburger instead of roast beef, hot dogs and casseroles and no deserts ...
Barry went back to the study, but for all his efforts, he wasn't able to write anything even approximately worth saving by noon. The washing machine went on as promised, and with a muffled, frustrated curse, Barry threw in the towel and gave up for the day.
"Going well?" Kim asked when he appeared, knowing the answer even before he said it.
"Like hell," he grumbled. He opened a beer and sat down in front of the television set to watch an old movie, disgruntled.
At one, the phone rang. Kim answered it in the kitchen, and then called to Barry. He walked in and took the receiver; to his surprise, Jack Goren identified himself.
"Hello, Barry, how are you?" Goren asked.
"Fine. Say, this is a surprise."
"Well, it was really nice talking together the way we did last night, and so I thought I'd call and tell you so."
"Thanks. Both Kim and I enjoyed it, too. You were a lifesaver."
Goren laughed heartily. "Same here. Say, how's the writing coming? Did I interrupt you?"
"No, no, there were enough distractions to make me give it up an hour ago."
"That is a shame, Barry."
"Well, I'm just going to have to learn to cope with it, I guess."
"Maybe not. That's another reason I called. Lynn and I came up with an idea."
"Really?"
"We have a cabin at Salmon Creek on the Sonoma County coast. It's not very posh, but it has a heater and electricity and running water, and you're welcome to use it if you want."
Barry was pleasantly agape. "Well, Jack, that's very kind of you to offer ..."
"Nonsense. Lynn and I don't use it much any more, and we'd like to have somebody up there. It's probably pretty damned musty, and could use some living in, so you'd be doing us a favor as much as we'd be helping you. Should have thought of it last night. What do you say? I won't take. no for an answer!"
"In that case ... why, yes, I'll be glad to, Jack."
"Fine! Great!" Goren said something to his wife about Barry accepting the offer, then there were muffled sounds and he came back on. "Say, Lynn had a fine idea, Barry. She has some free time this afternoon, so if you want to use the cabin immediately she'll meet you up there. Around four, if that's all right. She'll turn on the gas and the electricity, show you where things are and give you the keys."
"Sounds good," Barry said. "Let me talk to Kim. Just a sec." He quickly told his wife of their sudden good fortune, the Gorens' generous offer. His excitement was obvious. "What do you think, honey?" he asked her.
"I think it's marvelous," Kim said. Her voice was eager for him.
"Do you want to come along?"
She smiled ruefully. "Wouldn't you get more writing done if I didn't?"
"Well ... yes, probably so."
"Then you'd better go alone, honey. It'll just be for the weekend, won't it?"
"I guess it will. Though if the Gorens don't mind, and things work out, I'll most likely want to stay."
"Well, I can join you later on if that's the case."
Barry hesitated, looking at Kim for a moment, and then decided that she was right. Lord, it would be perfect! He could really get started in the novel once he was in seclusion, away from all the interruptions; and if he was alone this weekend, well all the more work he could get done. He said Into the phone as he nodded at his wife, "Sounds just great, Jack. Kim doesn't think she should go for the weekend, so I'll be going tip alone."
"Whatever you say," Goren answered amiably.
"How do I get there?"
"Take Highway 101 until you reach Petaluma, and then pick up Highway 1. You can get directions at any service station. Follow One to Bodega Bay Salmon Creek is about five miles north; the turnoff is adjacent to a State Fish and Game station there. Turn left and follow the road to Parkwood Lane, about a half mile in. Turn right there, and we're the fourth cabin on the right. Got all that?"
"Got it."
"Good luck, Barry."
"Thanks. Oh, and Jack, I can't tell you what this means. If there's anything I can do for you ...
"Forget it," Goren said. "That's what friends are for."
It took the better part of an hour to pack the Ford with the writing necessities, such as pens and paper and the IBM typewriter. There was an air of joy about the whole thing, for both the Suttons were elated at this stroke of good fortune. They talked about how nice the Gorens were to help them this way, and how much in debt to them they were. At last the car was loaded; Barry kissed his wife tenderly and drove away.
The drive was pleasant, leisurely, and the seventy-odd miles went by quickly. Most of it was freeway, and Barry was able to make excellent time. The road from Petaluma to Bodega Bay, and then north to the Salmon Creek turnoff was barren of traffic, and exceptionally pretty with its Northern California foliage. There was no fog and the sky was clear. Barry hummed a popular tune as he drove, as though he didn't have a worry in the world.
The cabin at Salmon Creek was small and smelled of fish and salt from the Pacific Ocean nearby. It was on a slight rise, with a large side window overlooking the water. The cabin was of rough-hewn, salt-eroded redwood planks, and the roof of redwood shingles sagged slightly in the middle; the porch was lopsided, but Barry couldn't have cared less. This was perfect as far as he was concerned, and the next neighbor was a good quarter of a mile away. No kids, no mowers, no street work crews, no telephone interruptions. Just the lapping of the waves and the cracking of typewriter keys on paper.
He drove up next to the canary yellow TR-6 Triumph sports car parked near the porch. He assumed it was Lynn Goren's car and that she was already there, for it was next to the house and the stone chimney was sending wisps of smoke into the crisp air. Barry felt strangely excited as he walked across the grounds and up the heavy plank steps to the front door. He knocked on it twice.
There was a scrape of chair legs and then the tiny patter of feet. The door opened. Lynn stood easily, her hand on the knob, the other hand grasping a freshly-made martini.
"Hi!" she greeted Barry cheerily. "Come on in to your new writing studio."
He stopped, his mind stunned by Lynn Goron's beauty. She had been provocative at the party, but now, this way, she was even more sensual. She wore short-shorts of bright orange, so tight as to show her pubic mound and its wide cleft clearly through the fabric between her thighs. Her long, statuesque legs, bronzed even more than Kim's were bare and beautiful, and her belly was just as bronzed nude between the shorts and an orange halter, flat and wrinkle free. Her breasts were barely concealed by the thin strips of the halter, and Barry could almost see her nipples. Her light brown hair seemed shorter than it had the night before, and the pixie cut added to the vivacious effect her sparkling green eyes gave forth.
"Come in, Barry," she repeated with a smile, moving aside with the fluid ease of a cat. She seemed to sense his hesitation, for she laughed and took a sip of her drink. "What's the matter, Barry?" she asked coyly. "You look scared. I'm not going to eat you."
She didn't add the word she was thinking: "Yet."
Chapter 3
Barry grinned, a little self-consciously, and stepped past Lynn into the cabin's interior. The walls were constructed of unvarnished redwood, the ceiling was high, with exposed studs, and the furniture was old and comfortable, mainly rattan and old leather. There was a homey, comfortable atmosphere to the cabin, and the dim, filtered afternoon light added to its warm solidarity.
As Barry crossed the bare wooden floor, Lynn shut the door and followed him into the main living room. He could smell a faint, musky perfume, and the headiness of the odor made him slightly light-headed; images of candlelight and soft music and brandy in fine old crystal decanters flashed briefly through his mind. He shook, his head, grinning his wry grin; hell, next thing you knew he would be getting romantic notions and half a hard-on, which would do him no good at all since Kim was seventy miles away in San Francisco-and Lynn Goren was strictly out of bounds. Still, though, the lewd thoughts he had harbored about the voluptuous Mrs. Goren after making love to Kim last night returned momentarily; Christ yes, she would probably be one goddamned holy terror in bed, the way she walked, and smiled, and smelled was irrefutable testimony to that ...
Lynn said, "Did you have any trouble finding the place, Barry?"
"No, no trouble at all."
"We were sure you wouldn't."
"This really is nice of Jack and you, Mrs. Goren ..."
"Lynn."
"Well, all right ... Lynn."
"It's our pleasure," she said. She smiled warmly at him, and her eyes in the pale light were dancing with hot, sparking embers. "Would you like to take the guided tour now, Barry?'
"Yes," he replied. "Fine."
The cabin had four rooms in addition to the huge main living room. There were two small bedrooms, each equipped with a large double bed and a dresser; a tiny kitchen with a stove and refrigerator; and a circumscribed sun porch with floor-to-ceiling windows running the width of the dwelling, which looked out on an oblong, fenced-in rear yard with several pieces of lawn furniture and quite a few large shrubs and bushes. Beyond the fence were rolling sand dunes, extending for about fire hundred yards, and the dark, blue-black, white capped surface of the Pacific Ocean.
Lynn concluded the tour on the sun porch, saying, "You could work out here, Barry. Pull the bamboo blinds if the light gets too strong for you." She indicated an oval redwood table at one end of the porch. "You could use that as your desk."
Barry looked around. "Sounds great," he said. "Are there any electrical outlets here? I've got an electric typewriter ..."
"Behind the settee there."
"Good. Perfect, in fact."
"Well," Lynn said, smiling at him, moistening her ups with the tip of her tongue. "Are you planning to do any work tonight?"
"I don't know," Barry mused. "I usually do my best writing in the morning. I could work a little tonight, but I'd probably be wiser to get a very early start in the morning."
"Then you wouldn't be averse to having a drink with me, would you?"
"Why ... no, not at all. In fact, I think I could use a drink after the drive."
"Would you mind doing the honors, sir?" she asked lightly.
Barry grinned. "Not at all."
She reached out and took his hand. "Follow me."
He allowed her to lead him back into the living room. The touch of her fingers on his hand had an odd, tingling effect on Barry; it was as if there were tiny, hidden electrodes beneath her skin, vibrating through to his flesh. He felt a certain dryness to his throat, and his eyes were on the undulating rhythm of her rounded buttocks through the tight orange shorts. Damn, but she was a hell of a sensual woman! he thought. If he wasn't married, and she wasn't married ... well, there was no use thinking about ifs, getting himself all worked up over nothing.
There was a roll-out bar near the large stone and-mortar fireplace at one end of the living room. As she slid the compact unit out of the redwood wall, Lynn said, "I'm afraid we really don't have much of a liquor supply here. We seldom use the cabin."
Barry bent over to peer at the bottles. "Vermouth, sweet and dry; ruby port; and... what's this?" He lifted a large bottle of clear liquid from the shelf.
"Ouzo," Lynn said, smiling. She was standing very close to Barry now, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. "My favorite! Do you like it, Barry?"
"I don't think I've ever had any."
"It's very good," Lynn told him. "It's a Greek liquor. Tastes a little like licorice."
"Well..." Barry said dubiously. "How do you mix it?"
"You don't," Lynn said. "It's served over ice. I'll get some from the refrigerator."
She moved away, returning moments later with a tray of ice. Barry had put two glasses on the bar face, and she dropped two cubes into each one. He uncapped the bottle and poured some of the clear liquid over the ice; almost immediately, its consistency changed to an opaque, almost milky one. "Hey!" he said. "I thought only Pernod did that."
"No, Ouzo does, too." Lynn lifted her glass, waited until he followed suit, and, then said, "A toast. To your novel, and its ultimate success."
"Thank you, ma'am." Barry sipped the drink, found that it did taste a little like licorice and that it wasn't at all bad; in fact, it went down quite smoothly.
"Like?" Lynn asked.
"Hmmm!"
"Shall we sit down on the couch?"
"All right."
They sat down. It seemed to Barry that Lynn sat rather close to him. She crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, tightening the material of her shorts into the sharply-defined slit of her crotch, making the folds of her pussy bulge out in baa-relief the brilliant orange of the material. She leaned forward slightly, holding her drink in one hand, so that a good deal of the creamy white mounds of her full, globular breasts were exposed to him-and just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples. He felt a slight flush start on the base of his neck, but he wasn't able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness. His prick spasmed once, twice, beneath his trousers with beginning arousal. Quickly, feeling a little ashamed, he took a long deep pull at his glass, draining the Ouzo.
"I'll make us another one," Lynn said, taking a healthy sip of her own drink. Before he could protest, she slid off the settee, took his glass, and went to the bar. She was chuckling quietly to herself as she refilled their glasses from the bottle of Ouzo. The liquor was one of the world's finest and most subtle aphrodisiacs, though most people were unaware of the fact; she'd been drinking it for a number of years, and knew the effect it had on the masculine libido after three or four. It increased her own sexual fervor, too, though she could control herself if she felt like it; not that she was going to feel like it, of course. Yes, Barry Sutton was hers now, no mistake. She felt initial droplets of fluid begin to flow from the sensitive walls of her cunt as she thought about what would be taking place within the next hour. Oh, she was going to throw a fuck that Mr. Barry Sutton would never forget. Never! She carried the filled glasses back to Barry and handed him one. She was aware of his eyes on her, and she glanced every now and then at the front of his pants. She could see his cock pulsing there, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out briefly, and her cunt juices began to flow faster with increased anticipation. The second drink disappeared even more rapidly than the first, as she knew it would, and she quickly poured him another one. He didn't protest at all but drank thirstily from it when she gave him the glass.
Barry felt a warm, relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. The drinks were beginning to have an effect on him, he knew that, but the feeling was so pleasant that he really didn't care. So what if he got a little drunk tonight? As long as he didn't get really bombed, so that he had such a hangover he couldn't work in the morning, why what the hell? Why not celebrate? The use of this cabin, and the philan ... thropy of the godsends that were the Gorens, merited celebrating; and, of course, it wasn't every day that a man had the opportunity of getting mildly looped with a woman as beautiful, as provocative, as Lynn Goren.
She was really something, he thought admiringly. She exuded pure animal sex, like a kind of miasma encompassing her invisibly as she walked, moved, spoke. What he'd, like to do, really like to do, would be to reach out at this moment and take her in his arms, kiss her, love her up a little ... oh, not anything more than that, he wouldn't fuck her or anything, but Lord it would be nice to kiss those soft red lips, caress those hot-looking white breasts, tweak the nipples into rock-hardness, take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around his tongue.
He felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in his mind, but it remained throbbingly blood swollen Guiltily, his eyes went to Lynn's face.
She was looking at the bulge in his pants.
And she was smiling with half-parted lips and fervid eyes.
"Why, Barry!" she said in mock surprise, mock reproof. "Whatever were you thinking about to have that happen now?"
"I ... well, I ..." he stuttered. Lynn laughed deep in her throat.
"Lynn, I ... I'm sorry, it's just that I ..." he faltered.
"I know what it is," she whispered. "I know why you have a hard-on, Barry."
His breath quickened at her vernacular term. "You ... you do?"
"You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," she said. "That's right, isn't it, Barry? You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Oh God!" he managed to breathe. His prick seemed to be palpitating wildly in his pants now, and his brain reeled. Had he heard correctly? Yes, yes, of course he had. But why was Lynn talking to him like that? What was the matter with her? Oh Christ, he could feel his balls begin to ache from the pressure of his gathering sperm; he really needed it, he really did, and Lynn Goren talking to him like that wasn't helping matters any. Didn't she know what might happen, saying obscene words like that to a man? Didn't she know? He took another long swallow of his Ouzo, and found that his hand was trembling slightly.
She leaned close to him, and he could feel her breath on his cheek, like the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. She touched his knee, lightly, but her fingers seemed to sear right through the cloth. "Well, Barry?" she asked. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me? Wouldn't you really?"
"Lynn ... Christ, Lynn, cut it out! I'm only human ...
"And so am I, Barry dear. So am I," she purred on. "My cunt is on fire right now. And the only thing that can put out that fire is a big, hard cock. You have a big, hard cock, Barry. I can tell you do."
And she reached out and touched the throbbing bulge.
He almost leapt off the couch in a convulsing reaction to the electrical shock of her touch on his sensitive penis, encased though it was. Lynn stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, sliding closer to him as he tried to pull back, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. Her breasts pressed hotly, softly against his arm, and her lips found his jaw line, traced a pattern, upward along his cheek and then over to search for his mouth. Her tongue trailed a path of liquid fire along the skin of his face as her hand continued to rub his already uncomfortably swollen prick.
"Lynn ... please, for Christ's sake!"
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Lynn repeated, droning the words in an almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist practicing her art on an unwilling but nonetheless hypnotizable subject. "You want to fuck me, Barry, you want to tuck me."
He couldn't help himself. The words tore from his throat, in a strangled kind of whisper that he scarcely recognized, and then his mouth was grinding against hers, his tongue was flailing deep, deep into her mouth. Lynn's hand began to move faster on his turgid prick, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own tongue around and around his, darting it into his mouth and then drawing it back to accept the onslaught of his probing member. As if with a will of its own, Barry's left hand came up and found her breast, squeezed and kneaded the flesh momentarily, then dipped inside the orange halter to draw the garment down and away, exposing her nude breast with its fiery nipple and dark brown areola. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the hardening tip of his prick as she continued to massage him with a practiced thoroughness until he thought the head would surely erupt.
And then, suddenly, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of her magnificent tits and his cock jerking almost out of control, the full impact of what he was doing struck Barry's mind like a mailed fist.
My God! he thought wildly. No, this is wrong, all wrong, I'm a married man, a happily married man ... this Li wrong, it's sick, Jesus ... what would Kim say? What would she say if she could see what was happening right now, my hand on another woman's breast and that woman's hand stroking and rubbing my cock ... I can't go through with it, I just can't.
The guilt was so strong within him that he wrenched violently away from Lynn, pulling his mouth from hers, turning his body so that her hand left his bulging lap. His face was flushed a brilliant crimson-partially from shame and partially from his intense arousal. Re averted his eyes, looking at the far wall, breathing deeply, raggedly.
"What's the matter, lover?" Lynn asked casually beside him, and then, with full feminine perception: "You're having an attack of conscience, aren't you? You're thinking about your wife."
"Y-yes," Barry managed to answer. "What what are we doing ... what we were leading up to ... Christ, Lynn, it was crazy, it was all wrong."
"Was it?" she asked.
"Yes ... of course ...
"I don't think so," she said.
"Yes ... yes."
"You want to fuck me as much as I want you to fuck me," she teased in that droning voice of hers. "You know it and I know it. So why pretend any different, Barry?"
"Jesus, Lynn!"
"It's purely a physical matter," she continued. "You want to get into my soft, wet pussy, and I want your big cock inside me. That's all," her lewd words floated across to his mind. I love my wife."
"Sure you do. And I love my husband. But that doesn't have anything to do with us, with here and now, with fucking."
No, no, I don't want to hear any more! Barry thought with gathering panic. It's wrong, it's wrong, but what she says is true in some ways, you don't have to love a woman to want to fuck her ... but no, damn it, no, I can't do it!
He jumped up from the couch, standing with his back to Lynn, staring at the wall again. His heart hammered violently in his chest, and he was aware that his prick was still granite-hard in his pants, that it was still seeping hot droplets of lubrication. But he had to compose himself, find a way to get Lynn to leave, or better yet to leave himself, to get far, far away from her and to hell with the goddamned novel ...
He turned, gathering his courage to say what had to be said, but when he saw her the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open, and his eyes seemed to bulge goiter-like.
She stood before him completely nude.
She had unhooked the halter and stepped out of the brief shorts; the articles of clothing made a puddle of brilliantine color on the bare floor at her feet. She stood with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, bronzed hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The wet, petal like, hair-lined lips of her vagina were presented to his eyes like an Aztec virgin on a sacrificial altar, waiting for a huge, plunging weapon to stab into her. The brown triangular bush of her pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the pale afternoon light. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts, startling alabaster white against the deep tan of her other parts, jutted out like twin, inviting rub-crested mountain peaks, waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. Her legs, so long, so slender, so satiny smooth-looking at their inner thighs, were moist with the flowing juices of her passion flowered cuntal mouth.
"Well, lover?" she asked. "Do you like what you see?"
"Lynn ..." Her name choked past his swollen throat, but that was all. He couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her loveliness, at her completely lewd, wanton pose-and his cock began its maddening pulsations again in his pants.
Slowly, slowly, Lynn lifted her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her silky sides from the outer swells of her breasts to her flanks. Then she cupped her tits, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of flesh. Then her hands were stroking her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips of her pink-tinted nails were just touching the golden brown fleece of her pubic triangle. She held that pose for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her slender, sculptured sides, fingers splayed across her belly. Barry stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange fascinating allure of this woman before him, the absolute lustful sexuality of the scene he was witnessing. His penis seemed to be screaming with his ever-increasing arousal.
Slowly, Lynn's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through her soft downy pubic hair, blazing a path toward the glistening pink slit between her legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, glistening lips and spread them slowly, slowly, apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her erect clitoris to Barry's lust-ridden gaze. With her right forefinger, then, she traced down, down, until the tip came in contact with the miniature phallus. She began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, round and round, sending more rivulets of her lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. And while she stroked her cut, rubbing her finger in maddening cadence along the gaping crevice of 'her wet, pink cunt, she began to talk to him in her droning, mesmeric voice.
"I want to fuck you, lover. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want to suck your big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then I'll lick your asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard again. I want you to kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger is now, licking and biting and kissing my cunt, I want ..."
On and on she intoned, and the words-the absolute perverted obscenity of what he was hearing-lashed Barry's mind into a swirling frenzy. Oh Christ, he had to have her! He didn't care about Kim, he didn't care about anything now, the only thing that mattered were Lynn's lewd, vile words in his ears, the sight of her manipulating her own genitals in surging billows of heat in his scrotum as his cum churned and rolled, begging for release. He had to have her, yes, yes ...
He had to fuck her!
As if he was somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself objectively as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him closer to her. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion on her clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed her victory beyond any doubt. His hands went out to her, touched her shoulders-but then she was moving back away from him, saying softly, "Not here, lover. In the bedroom."
He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master, his body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. She led him into one of the two bedrooms, stepping over to the bed, lying back on it with her legs spread as wide as she wash able to splay them. "Get naked, lover," she whispered up to him. "I want to see that big rod of yours. I want to see how well hung you are. Show me your cock, lover, let me see it."
With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, Barry undid his belt, took off his trousers, his shirt, stepped out of his shorts. He stood there before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-raged shaft standing out at right angle from his loins, quivering, drooling fluid from its blind eye.
"Oh, it's lovely, Barry just lovely. As big as I knew it would be." She laughed very softly. "You do want to put it inside me, don't you? Tell me you want to put it inside me."
"Yes ... yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words rasped from his throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before.
"You want to tuck me, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!"
"How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?"
"Deep!" he cried. "Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your throat! I want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like you've never been tucked before!"
"Yes, lover, that's the way! That's the way I want it!"
A small, tortured cry rended itself from the very core of Barry's being and he flung himself onto the bed beside her. He dragged her into the enveloping fold of his arm, not caring about anything but this soft, warm, musky-smelling woman pressed tightly to him. He was dimly, very dimly, aware that later, when it was over, there would be remorse, self-loathing, but at that moment he didn't care; he just didn't care.
He showered hot, moist kisses over her face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hills of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the orifice, racing along the soft skin of his sensitive inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the rock-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot, searing tips of her fingers closed over his rigid penis member, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled one another, as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him-and then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs as wide as they had been before, her cunt flared open, dripping, waiting.
Lynn's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the hirsute cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he was an uncharted island and she an inveterate explorer. His cock rested hard, trailing dribbles of liquid, against her thighs, pressed into the narrow, hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched for a moment, levering their entwined bodies up with the strength of her back. She reached under her buttocks, then, with both hands, pulling her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it lay cradled in the full length of her wet, throbbing crevice. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid shaft trapped hotly between her down soft thighs.
He forced his hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips, making little mewling sounds deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to him as she undulated her body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin, giving testimony to the secret, predatory power she possessed. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around him moments from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep, into her innermost depths.
"You feel good, lover," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Barry pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of sweat-slick hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow better and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her.
"Oohhhhh, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck me now Barry lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkk meeeeeeee!"
He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding forward and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his palpitating cock to guide it between the lips of her surging cunt. Barry groaned animally as she felt her hands move his prick up and down between her legs, running the length of her crotch, parting the soft, fleecy hair of her vagina with the sensitive, blood engorged head. The pressure in his balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. Now! He had to tuck her now!
He flexed his hips with a sudden cruel, driving thrust that drove his huge, rock-hard penis deep up into the hot, gaping, mouth of her hungry pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhh!" she screamed beneath him.
He felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around his fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her seeping vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls slapping with a resounding, staccato sound against the mooned cheeks of her ass.
"OOoooohhhhhhhh!" she screamed again. "Ohhhh, that's it, lover, that's the way to fuck me, that's ittttttt!"
Barry ground his pelvis into the squirming, pliant flesh beneath him, tucking into Lynn with long, hard strokes. She strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking, already-sweat-soaked bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane abandon.
"Ohhhh, it's ... good, lover ... good like I knew it would be ... ooooohhhhhh yesssssss! That's the way, that's it. Now shove your finger in my ass! Do it now, Barry, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass and make me scream for you!"
In slave-like obedience, Barry reached under her, between her rotating buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her pussy. He stretched the moons of her ass wide with his hands, and then dipped his middle finger toward her anus, found it. A small stream of warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was fucking into her. It lubricated the tight puckered anal ring, and he probed experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward with his middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly; suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her anal passage. She leapt her body upward to crash into his with a wet, slapping sound at the sudden, lancing pain of his digital entrance. And then she was screaming for him, saying, "Aaaaahhhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but I like it, I like it!"
He thrust again, sinking his finger to the second knuckle.
Despite her cries, he felt Lynn suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back down on his worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of his hand. He waggled it inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of pain and passion from her. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, the underside of his driving prick sliding in and out of her wet cunt; he timed the thrusts of his finger with the forward stabs of his monstrous rod, impaling her on two strong, hard, immovable objects. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his balls. He had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! If he didn't cum, he was going to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he had never known it could be like this, this good, never, never ...!
He wanted her to cum too, to mingle his bursting juices with hers simultaneously, and he began ramming his prick into her still harder, in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of her rectum. She gripped him tight between her9mprisoning thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts, and he knew that Goren's wife was approaching her orgasm. He continued the merciless thrusting of his cock and his finger with all the strength he possessed in his muscled body.
She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each syllable out, spurring him on to greater heights with her obscene mumblings, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jack-knifed her legs up to mash them against her breasts, offering him the full expanse of her upturned crotch. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent release.
And then-
"I'm ... there ... oh God I'm there! I'm ... cccccuuuuuummmmmjiiiinnnnggg!"
The words burst from her throat in a low, banshee wail, piercing his eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her widespread crotch was presented to his heaving pelvis. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to him.
Barry felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his thundering cock as he battered his body brutally against hers, as she locked herself up on his prick with all the power in her thighs, as her loins spasmed convulsively against his belly. And then the great, swirl of heat which was building, building in his testicles became unbearable, and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his cock. He began to spew hot, thin streams into her sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending burst, emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her lusting pussy. He moaned his last final droplet, an eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, with a soft popping sound, trailing thin gossamer-like threads of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing forth like a gaffed sea bass.
A long moment passed, and Lynn said quietly, "That was lovely, Barry. It really was lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked so good."
He didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of remorse, shame, self-deprecation. But they weren't forthcoming. He felt only like a full blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a true, sensual woman and in turn been satisfied himself. He felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed bolstering of his masculine ego. With Kim, he had never known that feeling, had known only a vague, veiled sense of inadequacy and frustration, as if there were something the matter with his lovemaking which prevented him from really arousing her deepest, hidden emotions.
Kim. His wife's name echoed again and again in his mind, and a small part of him tried to make the guilt, the shame, come; but the virile man fought the thoughts away, and he simply lay there, feeling the warm heat of the woman next to him, smelling the musk of her perfume and the permeating odor of their consummated lust.
He felt Lynn stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him, hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening with the coagulating juices of her recent orgasm. She said, "I'm going to teach you things you never even knew existed. Would you like that?"
He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He felt a tremor course through his loins. Could he get another hardon so soon? Was that possible? "Yes," he answered. "Yes, teach me, teach me!"
Her head dropped slowly toward his groin, and suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the glands opening, causing a thin oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid expanse of his prick, down over his soft, wrinkled scrotum, wiping away her own orgasm juices before they could fully coagulate on his genitals. She smiled as she bent to her task, for Barry's prick was beginning to show signs of hardening again, was stirring beneath her expert oral manipulations. She drew her head back and let him see her smile, and then she said, "I'm going to kiss your lovely cock until it gets hard again, lover. Then I'll suck you for a while. Would you like that?"
"Yes ... oh, yes!"
"After that, we'll take a towel and go out in the rear yard. We'll sixty-nine under the open sky. Have you ever done that before, 'Barry?"
"No, God, it sounds wonderful!"
"It will be," she promised. "It will be, lover."
As she bent her head to his cock and his balls again, Barry knew that this was going to be an afternoon he would not soon forget.
When the doorbell rang, Kim Sutton was busily vacuuming the living room. With Barry gone, she had decided that it was a good time to do a little spring housecleaning; she had been hard at that chore-rearranging furniture, waxing floors, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning out closets and cupboards-since he'd left for the Gorens' cabin some two hours earlier. She hadn't even paused to fix herself something to eat.
At the sound of the door chimes, she switched off the vacuum and ran one slender hand through her long raven hair. She looked down at her attire-black, stirrup-tooted stretch pants and a sleeveless, pale green jersey blouse-and ruefully hoped it wasn't anybody important (like Barry's agent or somebody, even though she knew that was ridiculous). She padded across to the door and opened It, and her eyes widened in momentary surprise. But then she smiled warmly and said, "Why... hello, Jack! This is a pleasant surprise!"
Jack Goren smiled cheerily at her. "Hi, Kim. Looks like you've been doing a little housework."
"A lot of it, actually," Kim corrected lightly. "Won't you come in?'
"Thanks." He stepped in past her. "Nice little place you got here," he observed.
"Well, it's pretty small. As soon as Barry finishes the novel, and we get the rest of the money according to his contract, we're going to move into something a little larger."
"Don't pick Sea Cliff," Goren said. "Too damned much fog."
Kim laughed. "Can I get you something, Jack?"
"No, thanks. Listen, Kim, the reason I dropped over is that I had a great idea. I was sitting home, staring at the television, and I got to thinking how you were likely home all alone, too. Well, since our spouses are both up at the cabin in Salmoon Creek, I said to myself, "Why shouldn't Kim and I drive up and meet them there? We could all have dinner together, to sort of celebrate things." He grinned down at her. "What do you think of the idea?'
"Well ... I don't know. If Barry's working on his novel ...
"I don't really think he'd mind. After all, this is the first day up there; he's going to have many more of them in which to work. I thought it would be enjoyable for all of us. And it'll give you a chance to look over the old man's new workshop."
"Well ..." Kim said again. "All right, maybe it would be fun at that. Shall I change my clothes?'
"Heck, no," Goren answered. He waved a hand to indicate his polo shirt and sports slacks and canvas shoes. "Ultra-casual, that's the epitome of sartorial elegance, as far as I'm concerned."
Kim chuckled appreciatively. "Okay, then. But if my husband Is angry, you'll have to shoulder the blame," she teased.
"Deal."
Kim fetched her purse. She debated briefly putting away the vacuum, and straightened up a little more-and then decided that that could wait until tomorrow. She would have plenty of time for continued housewifely chores then.
Gaily, she took Jack Goren's arm. "Shall we go, sir?"
"By your leave, madam."
They were both laughing as they climbed into Goren's impressive Lincoln Continental parked in front.
Chapter 4
The drive from San Francisco was beautiful and relaxing, and Kim sat next to Jack Goren with pleasure. She talked continually, usually about nothing in particular or especially important. Things were finally going well for her, for Barry, and she felt the need to talk, to release some of her bubbling enthusiasm. Goren smiled and drove the Continental with one ear cocked toward the young, beautiful woman.
Occasionally Goren would add something, but only to praise Barry, and this made Kim all the more glad that she had decided to accompany him. The miles passed swiftly, and the quiet comfort of the luxury automobile made the passage of time effortless. Yes, Kim was at the very height of happiness. Her husband could get the book finished at last, she would not be worried nearly so much over him, and the two of them had met just the finest of people, the Gorens.
Shortly after they passed San Raphael, Goren said: "Reach in the back, Kim, and open the ice chest, will you?'
Kim turned her body, noticing the bright red Styrofoam container balanced on the rear seat. Goren watched her as she moved, her legs stretching the elastic of her pants as she brought them up under her, as she swiveled to lean over the back rest. Her breasts were outlined against the thin jersey blouse, the material clinging to the bra underneath so that her protruding hillocks were shadowed and detailed provocatively. She flattened them against the cushions as she leaned, and Goren gave out an involuntary groan of desire, for he wanted to have his palms around those breasts, squeezing and kneading and pressing them into the same kind of shape. She kneeled on the seat, exclaiming, "Oh! What did you bring along, Jack?"
"Open it and see, Kim." He brought his vision back to the highway, his tongue licking dry, hungry lips. "I wasn't sure whether Barry would have thought to stop for groceries, so there's some steaks in there, along with some leftover cole slaw and some other things."
Kim laughed and squirmed her tightly-encased buttocks in an unconscious way. "You're probably right about Barry. I don't think he'd remember me, once he's there by himself. That book seems to have taken over everything."
Goren chuckled. "Well, it'll all work out for the best, if the book is a success. Which I'm sure it will be."
Kim started to turn around again, but Goren stopped her, placing a hand on her upper thigh. "Grab the thermos in there, will you, Kim?" She hesitated from the touch of his friendly, almost too friendly-hand on her leg. Oh, his morals were unquestionable, of course, and she felt perfectly safe with him in the car ... but still a faint, swiftly passing mental image of him, a perfect stranger, lewdly grasping and pawing her, rippled with cold dread through her mind, and she froze, shivering slightly.
The hand stayed a split second too long, she thought, but before she could object or move away, or really become aware that the hand was the menace her intuition warned her it was, Coren placed it back on the steering wheel.
"And a couple of those plastic cups, too," he added.
It must have been her imagination, Kim thought, returning to comply with his request. She lifted the lid of the case and on top of the cubed ice, packed next to the butcher-paper wrapped steaks, was a large, ribbed aluminum thermos jug. The cups were handily beside the thermos, and she took two along with the thermos as she rolled around to face front again.
"What's this, Jack?"
"Well, it was for tonight, but I've developed a thirst for some reason ..." he paused, smiling at her warmly but honestly.
She unscrewed the thermos cap and poured a small cupful of its contents. "What is it?"
"Vodka Collins. I made them before I left today." Again the open, frank, almost boyish grin crossed his features. "See that? I remembered.
"Remembered?" For a moment Kim didn't understand, and then she recalled asking him to fetch her a drink at the Tatum party. "Oh, you mean-" She had to smile back. "Yet, it is my favorite drink. In fact, about the only one I really like."
"Have some, then," he urged."
"I don't know ..." it's too early in the day."
"Go ahead. There's plenty."
Kim poured herself a glass and slowly sipped the Collins. As she did, a vicarious thrill, brought about by the teenage act of drinking in a car, completely blanked out her fleeting fear of a moment previous. "Mmmmm. This is good, Jack," she enthused.
"I used to be a bartender years ago," he said proudly.
Well, now, Kim thought as the car sped on towards Salmon Creek. This is really the last word, drinking in the middle of the afternoon with a strange man in his fancy Continental. A little twinge of schoolgirl guilt made her giggle inwardly, and her mind recalled a long-ago drive-in movie when she was I; her freshman year of college, and the six-packs of beer her date had taken along, and her abandoned actions after the alcohol had gotten somewhat to her. Another shiver crossed her mind, and the fuzzy picture of that night returned, as it had many times. That was the night after she had first seen a man's erect organ, standing like a sentry, guarding the trousers open fly-and the first time she had handled one, though not allowing it to capture her virginity. But it had come so close, so close ...
Well, that was enough of that kind of thinking! She pressed her buttocks into the cushion,
"Here's to Barry," she said.
"Here's to him, all right. I hope he gets everything he deserves, Kim. Everything."
She took a heavier swallow from her cup, the bittersweet liquid warming her belly with comfortable fire. She had to watch it-she hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. But before she could protest, Goren had picked up the thermos from the seat and refilled her cup, placing his empty cup down as he did so. She in turn refilled his.
By the time they reached the Salmon Creek turnoff, Kim was happier than ever. The liquor had soothed her into a mellow effervescence. As they approached the redwood cabin, she recognized the Ford in front as Barry's and hers, and with a squeal, she said: "Are we there, Jack? Oh, is that the cabin? It's lovely!"
Goren had to laugh at her impassioned words, and was tempted to reach over and squeeze her leg again; but he remembered her rather negative reaction to his familiar attempt earlier, and decided against it. He drove up next to the Ford; and shut off the quiet engine and stepped out. The sand was noiseless under his feet. He shut his door as quietly as he could, and Kim latched the passenger door with feminine grace, making: not a sound.
Perfect, he thought, perfect. Now if everything was as planned ...
Kim impulsively locked her arm with his as they walked to the cabin. "They must be inside," she said. They walked, to the front window and she peered in. "Oh, this is perfect, Jack. It really looks comfortable inside. But I don't see Barry and Lynn."
"Oh, they're around somewhere," Goren answered, his face slightly frowning as though he was somewhat worried. "The cars are here." Then he turned and: smiled. "Perhaps they took a walk down to the beach."
Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Goren's and Kim's ears. It seemed to be coming from around to the rear of the cabin.
"Oh God, Lynn, you fuck like Aphrodite personified!"
Kim froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude, lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused horror, and she turned to Goren. Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten steel. "Wha-what was that?' she managed.
"I don't know. It sounded like a man. Like Barry!" he whispered.
Goren, the picture of indignation and anger, grabbed Kim's tender hand. "C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"
"But Jack, I-"
They were interrupted by the sound of more lewd words, this time from a woman's lips. Kim couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Lynn Goren's!
"Oooohhhhh, yes, oh yes, Barry! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss me! Lick my cunt, my flaming cunt before the juices all run out! Ohhhhh
Kim was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Jack Goren. She wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an impossibility-but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the iron-clad vault door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her heels into the ground, but the sand was too soft and Goren's strength too much. They rounded the corner of the building, the murmurings growing louder and the moans of passion now becoming distinct.
"You like fucking me, don't you, Barry?"
"Yes, God, I like it. I love It! Your pussy is like some magic perfume of the Gods, sweet, so sweet!"
"Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me." There was silence for a moment, and Kim heard the rustling of bodies upon a sheet or blanket as the man-no longer just a man, but her Barry, her husband!-turned to do as bid.
Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband's infidelity so callously at hand, Kim let Goren take her to the rear wall of the cabin; and there, hidden by the overgrown bushes, she peered onto the sandy stretch of back yard. She took one, quick glance, and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried to scream, to yell, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the horror, the outrageous defilation of her soul, was too great. Abjectly, she turned and buried her now tear-streamed face into the comforting broadness Of Goren's chest.
"Oh, no ... no, no, it can't be! Not my Barry!" she moaned, her sounds of anguish muffled by Goren's body. "I don't believe it!"
What she had so briefly seen was Barry and Lynn Goren locked in the age-old embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a fluffy beach towel, completely nude, their hands coursing over each other's hot, sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each-other's pubic area. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the wet, lewd sounds of their mutual sucking resounding through the salty air.
Jack Goren maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his wife moaning with abandon while she sucked the large, glistening cock sawing between her lips, as he saw Barry's wildly bobbing head tear into the pink, tender flesh of her pussy. Inwardly, he glowed with satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his cock harden in his pants. He brushed against the sobbing Kim, feeling her lithe, firm curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to grab her, strip the few wisps of clothes off between them and join the couple on the large towel. But he knew women well enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have to wait until the horrified and helpless shock in Kim turned into anger and revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against her errant mate and abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.
"I don't believe it!" she gasped again.
Goren smiled cynically and folded his arms about her protectively. "It's true, Kim. I'm afraid it's true."
She shuddered. "They're acting like ... animals!" She tried to blank out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind's eye kept focusing on the picture of Barry and Lynn in their perverted pose. How could he do such a thing? She remembered the previous night, when he had tried to push his head down on her own sexual genitals and she had stopped him. And now he was doing that to another woman ...
Almost hypnotically, Kim turned and saw again the fantastic sight before her. All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed by the passionate writhing. Lynn was at a fever pitch, her ovalled mouth straining to almost swallow whole the rigid penis pumping between her cheeks, and as Kim watched, Lynn let the cock bury itself all the way up to Barry's pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to view. My God! thought Kim, through her horror, Lynn must surely choke with all of him in her throat that way.
Kim sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread Lynn's fleshy inner thighs yet farther apart, his thumbs grazing her vagina as he splayed the woman wide. Her moist, blood-engorged slit was in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Barry dropped his head again, and Lynn's writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. She moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around Barry's head, her hips moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue.
Involuntarily, subconsciously, Kim found herself beginning to yaw with Lynn's undulations as Barry continued to lick the woman's crotch. "I can't stand it!" she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic movements of her body. "Stop them, please! We have to go out there and stop them!"
"No," he said.
"But you can't ... that's your wife, and ... we must stop them!" Her words were a jumble of incoherency, almost idiot's babbling. Goren knew that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple and looked deeply, concernedly into her glazed eyes.
"No, honey. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we'll confront them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let's be level headed about this."
"Then let's leave. Now. Take me home, Jack, please!"
Nodding agreement, Goren led her away from the bushes and back toward the car. "That's probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We'll talk this over on the way back, like full grown adults."
Kim managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain control, she let Goren hand her into the Lincoln. He poured another cup of the Vodka Collins, saying: "Here, Kim. Drink this. It'll help."
She did willingly, downed it in a single swallow. He poured again and she sipped this time, steeling herself. Thank God for the few drinks on the way here, she thought as Goren backed the Lincoln and turned around. If I hadn't had them, I would have completely gone to pieces, I know I would ...
They didn't talk for a while, and Kim's head swam with the damning sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen Barry so lust provoked, so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it hadn't been in all their married life, she was sure of that. And then there was Lynn, with her legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking ...
Barry's cock, thought Lynn as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large and gifted as her husband's. Yes, Jack had been right: the Suttons had been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Barry first was marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill of a new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks. She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing they might at this very moment be seen, spied upon in the act of love by her husband and Kim Sutton, and then sent new shivers of pleasure through her lust-perverted senses. She loved that, she adored to have her body displayed and paraded in front of voyeurs, and if she could have, she would have loved to be gang fucked on stage in front of an audience. How lucky she had been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Jack Goren, and she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled with the credo of Barry's magnificent prick.
She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent genitals, smeared as they were with her own lubricating juices, sending wild tremors of delight coursing through her, and she ravished her warm, wet tongue upon it. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide underside to its coroneal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin, and then washed and played with it with caressing, lapping strokes. The crown of her head rested on his inner leg as she managed to slit the tiny hole in his smooth, bloated glands with the tip of her tongue. And then she returned to its base and the hair covered sac of his testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks and lips as her saliva dribbled freely down his testicles to be soaked up by the towel. She removed his cock for a moment, the cool rush of afternoon air making Barry moan with tingling pleasure, and she took hold of it with one hand and stroked it hard up and down, up and down, as she coated his balls with sweeps of her hungry mouth, her lips bending to catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Barry groaned again and raised his leg, making Lynn move over him more fully, and then she squatted over him, her legs on either side of him, her own widespread cunt mashed to his face, while she trailed her tongue along his akin. She continued to manipulate him, to squeeze and jerk his penis with her tempestuous hand, the beat making him squirm and lift his legs and expose his hair encircled brown anus.
Lynn continued to lick along the cord-like ridge between his widespread buttocks, circling tauntingly around his puckered brown asshole, painting his inner thighs with the saliva of love, then stiffening her tongue and ramming it into the crinkled sphincter of his rectum. All the while her own pubic area was burning with the fire-like lashes of his tongue and flaming sweep of his mouth upon her clitoris and cunt. She was wild: with frenzy, the sensations churning her belly and loins with erotic fermentations, driving her with breakneck speed to a crashing climax. God! She had to cum with his giant cock in her mouth, with her cheeks bloating to the sudden engorgement of his own mighty orgasm. She had to taste his semen, to suck him dry to the balls! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his sperm-churning scrotum, and along his heavy, sheening, purplish shaft at its pulsating head, and then she slipped her lips down over it again ...
Barry groveled in her cunt, her spasmodic rhythm in finely honed tune to his thrusting tongue. The abandonment, the complete capitulation to this vamp overwhelmed him, still blotted out any thoughts except the delicious debauchery of which he was a willing partner. It had been like a scene from some stag movie, or a seminal-emitting wet dream, to lazily rise from a still-moist bed and move to the out-of doors. Jack Goren's wife had shown neither remorse nor the slightest hesitation, unlike the still modest wife of his, as she strutted around the cabin naked, her breasts jiggling proudly, her thighs and matted pubic hair enticing him. The fleeting idea of covering himself seemed like a theory of the Dark Ages, and he, too, found a strange, magical excitement at parading in front of her, his semi-hard, still blood engorged cock dangling and swaying between the lumps of his spent balls.
The stretching out under the warm sun....
The free and easy play of hands upon each other in broad daylight, entirely in the open ...
These had all been new to Barry, and tremendously arousing. She had made him fully hard again, and then climbed over him, taking his rod with her hand to lead it into her dilated, gaping crystal channel. She had fucked him, leaning over him in such a way to enable him to suck the rubbery hard nipples of her breasts. Wild ... absolutely, mind blowingly wild! And then, just as he was about to shoot yet another stream of sticky cum into her, she had asked him to kiss her cunt-and be had acquiesced. He was kissing her cunt now, while she in turn licked and teased his throbbing penis. How long had he wanted to feel the soft down, of a woman's pubic area and smell the tangy musk of a desire-ridden pussy as it opened to his mouth, and here, now, with this vibrant, sensual female, he was doing just that. If only Kim, his own wife, wanted his kisses, his tongue, his cock in her mouth ... Oh God! He could feel his swollen member flow along the inner roof of the strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep, deep within his chest.
He breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her ass clenching, then relaxing in front of his excited face. He pried her spread loins wider, pushing his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit, and she squirmed. He drew her over him, so that her palpitating, soft-rimmed pussy was sunk deep upon his nose and lips, and holding her tight around the buttocks, so that she couldn't slip away, he thrust his thick, wet tongue forward between the warm fleshy folds. He heard her gasp excitedly and renew her nibbling with frenzied motion. She jerked forward with his hot teasing contact, quickly screwing herself down upon him harder. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, until he had a difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny, mewling grunts that muffled themselves into oblivion, and then he spread her still wider with his palms and began to curl and flick his tongue at the expense of her pearl-white backside. He sucked and licked while she swayed her Sass around his face, almost out of control.
Her cunt flowered open wider, her secretions cascading down her legs and his chin while he ran his saliva around her stretched vaginal hole. He could feel her muscles hollow and contract around his head and sides of his cheeks, and he plunged slave-like, his tongue making wet sluicing sounds as it burrowed deeper into her cunt with each wicked thrust. The tantalizing odor which assailed his sex-flared nostrils was a bubbling mixture of her cunt and lubrications, her thinly sweat filmed akin, and the orifice of her anus, which was but scant millimeters from his eyes. He lifted his lashing tongue from the oral fucking he was giving her warm, slick pussy and he moved along to the pink bud of her asshole, rimming the crinkled edge and darting inside her anal passage with stabbing thrusts. Then he returned, licking the softly throbbing cunt lips, plunging into the secret valley of her desire to discover her pseudo-phallic clitoris. He began to suck and tease it unmercifully, his teeth biting tenderly, his tongue reaming the little button of love while she churned and writhed above him in the lewd dance of desire.
She was almost ready to cum!
He rammed his tongue deep down around her writhing hole, rounding and covering her viscous opening to bring yet further guttural moans from her filled mouth. Her soft warm thighs clenched him viciously and he could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if the nibbling, hair-lined mouth was trying to snap and rip out his tongue by the roots, devouring it completely with all its might. She snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed the palpitating pussy against his face as he mashed against the gluttonously tormented, flame seared vagina. The cords of her muscles stood out all along her body and she pulled savagely on his penis with ever-increasing slashes.
Then suddenly she stiffened, and Barry heard her cry aloud. "AAAAAAGGGGGGGH! I'm ... I'm going to ... going ... to ...!
Her whole being seemed to explode over Barry, and he could no longer hold his climax. My God! be thought crazily as the rush of sperm began to burst along its narrow tube my God, it's never ... been this good ... before!"
"I'm ... I'm cuuuummmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!"
Barry knew she was straining to climax, and she began to twist and wrench herself wantonly, her teeth biting his cock like a dog chewing a bone as he continued to pillage her loins. The juices of her milking cunt flowed, and she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of lubricating fluid spread its sticky warmth over his face and down his cheeks, until she grunted the last of her orgasm, her muscles still heaving spasmodically. He could still hear her in and out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust deep over his cock, absorbing to its hilt in her mouth as the first rain of his molten sperm volcanoed into her throat.
Lynn's head bobbed furiously over his turgid shaft as she sucked the hot shooting jets of her semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his cum was the very essence of existence, and she felt him jerk and groan beneath her as he rammed his penis yet deeper in her throat. His cock continued the pulsating jerks of his ejaculation, the vengeance of his searing, hot semen drenching her gullet. Lynn groaned as she sucked and her Adam's apple paroxysmed rapidly in its fevered attempt to control the gushing stream which squirted hotly into her. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jumping penis so as to not lose one precious drop, and she twirled her tongue around the throbbing head to make room for the seemingly unending torrent until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to greater effort, and then, with one final spewing, his cock began to slowly deflate in her mouth. She waited a moment, hoping for more, then lifted her head, his prick sliding from her glistening lips with a wet sucking sound. She turned and smiled at Barry, who grinned contentedly in return. A trail of semen dribbled down her lips and chin, dropping like a thick white spider web to his belly.
"What are we going to do about ... them?" Goren asked after a while. His voice was calm and low, but held a hint of menace. The real, inner emotion of high elation was well hidden.
"Oh my God, I don't know!" Kim dropped her head into her hands, tears streaming down her burning cheeks, her eyes dim with agony. She sobbed like a small child. "I never thought Barry would ... do ... such a thing!"
"Your husband is quite a lover," Goren said caustically.
"My husb-! I don't call what they were doing ... making love!"
"No? What was it then?"
"It was ... disgusting!" She stared at him. "You can't approve of what they were doing, Jack!"
"Of course not. You can imagine how I felt when I saw them. It hit me just as hard as it must have hit you. After all, it was my wife he was doing it to." Goren pursed his lips, intently looking out the window. "I was just referring to the oral acts they were performing."
"Kissing people ... there ... is sick!" Kim said, cringing. "They were like crazed animals. I'd have rather seen Barry actually ... having intercourse ... than ... what he was doing." Goren smiled inwardly at Kim's reluctance to use the real words for what he saw and thought. How surprised she's going to be to say "fuck" and "suck," to beg him to fuck her and suck her, and want to fuck and suck him. But he only looked at Kim almost as a doctor would a patient, and replied, "Don't be too sure, Kim. Who can judge what should or should not be done in passion between two consenting adults? Everyone needs passion to achieve true happiness. And to make others happy. I certainly wouldn't want to make the laws about what is morally right or wrong."
"I ... I guess you're right." She sat morosely for a moment, dwelling on his argument, then she blurted, "But doing such things can really make people happy!"
Goren shrugged. "No? Well, they seemed to be."
Kim started to wail again, her agonized torment gushing like rainwater from her eyes. Goren reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed her a clean white hanky. She Wiped her eyes gratefully. She stopped crying again, and after a few choking sounds, tried to speak.
"I guess you think I must be an awful fool carry on like this. I ... I'm sorry, Jack."
"Don't be sorry, Kim. No one can blame you for being upset after what you've seen today. God knows I'm upset myself," he lied.
They continued toward San Francisco, each locked in their separate thoughts. Kim was confused. She poured herself another Vodka Colline almost mechanically and tried to sort out the horrible afternoon rationally. Barry had always seemed happy with their lovemaking, although she had to admit she was ignorant about a lot of sexual matters. Did it really take such deviations to satisfy a man? No. it couldn't, it just couldn't! But ... could it be that she was the one who was wrong? For the first time since she was married, Kim began to actually question her conservative values, wondering if she actually didn't know what it took to hold a man physically. At the same time she had no idea what to do about catching Barry flagrant delicate with Jack's beautiful sluttish wife. She loved Barry, in spite of this, and her heart ached for some way of repairing the damage he had wrought upon their marriage. Yet ... where was her pride, her moral integrity? Could she leave him? Well, she couldn't just stand for this, she couldn't and what about Jack Goren ... did he want a divorce, the ensuing scandal? Did she? Oh God, God! Kim slumped against the window, utterly dejected, her brain still whirling confusedly.
Goren watched her smooth, firm body as she sobbed into the handkerchief again. It was all he could do to keep himself from pulling the car over to the side of the road and fucking her silly right on the spot. But he still had to wait a little longer, to keep up the facade of the outraged husband until he got her back to her house. Else, he might destroy the confidence she was building in him, or abate the anger she felt toward Barry. The first step had gone so well that he hated to chance losing it all on one sudden, rash move. So instead of anything physical, he spoke soothingly to Kim, a practiced skill from the long years as a glib-tongued salesman, and his words came smoothly and easily, building the gap between Barry and her and all the while closing the gap between her and himself.
Less than an hour later, he parked the Continental in front of the Sutton's Sunset District house. As he helped Kim out, Goren said, "I've worked hard, Kim, awfully hard over the years, and I'm not going to jeopardize my position." He looked at her; she was still agitated and shaking. "I haven't accumulated a lifetime of effort just to destroy it all with a foolish reaction ... or an ugly scandal."
They walked along the path to the front door. Kim fumbled in her purse for the key.
"No, honey," Goren continued as she ushered him in. "There'll be none of that, I promise you." He shut the door and leaned against it, smiling a faint, sardonic smile. "But they aren't going to get away with this, are they?"
Kim turned to look up at him. "No," she said grimly. "They aren't going to get away with it, Jack."
Goren's smile grew progressively larger. His eyes moved slowly over the firm, slim curve of the distraught woman before him, trying to maintain a hurt, gentlemanly expression while the fire was building ever hotter in his loins. You're going to be a good fuck, baby, he thought hungrily. You're going to be as good a fuck as my wife when I get through with you.
He said, "I think we could both use another drink, Kim, don't you?"
Chapter 5
Kim sat next to Jack Goren on the three cushion couch, her fifth drink-or was it her sixth? she couldn't really be sure how many she'd had in the car-clutched tightly in both her hands. Her mind was swirling with the pictures of what she had seen at Salmon Creek.
Barry kissing Lynn between the legs, kissing her-well, her pussy, no use mincing words now ... Barry's large, bloated penis almost completely consumed by the wet, dripping lips sucking voraciously on it, as if it were some gigantic peppermint stick ... Barry's contorted, lust-expressioned face, and Lynn's, as they groveled in one another's private, sweating parts ... God, God, it was all there in her mind, as vivid now as it had been when she'd witnessed it. She felt a little a nauseous, a little ashamed, but yet overwhelmingly angry; Barry had violated a sacred marital trust, the very essence of their love and their relationship.
She didn't know what to do. Actually, she wanted to hurt him, do something to pain him as he had pained her ... retribution ... reprisal ... But that was unthinkable, because the only kind of retribution or reprisal which this untenable situation warranted was doing the same thing-or at least, the same type of thing-that Barry had done. In plain terms, it meant making love to another man; and she simply couldn't do that.
Or-could she?
No, no, no, no! her mind repeated, over and over. No, that's liquor talking, liquor and shame and hurt talking, I really shouldn't have had all these drinks ... oh God, I don't know what to do! I don't know how to cope with a situation like this, who would ever have dreamed that I would have to?
Kim felt tears brim in her eyes, spill down over her cheeks. Crying wasn't going to do any good, she knew that, but she felt so wretched and miserable at that moment, so indecisive, that the tears were something of a defense mechanism to momentarily flood out the terrible hurt and still leave the questions unresolved. She let the tears flow freely, pouring from her eyes like cascading winter rain, sobbing brokenly without removing her hands from around the glass.
Dimly, she was aware of movement on the couch beside her; dimly, she felt a hand touch her shoulder, an arm go around her and draw her close; dimly, she knew the clean, faint cologne smell of a man in her nostrils. But the arm was strong and the odor was not at all unpleasant, and she allowed herself to be pressed close against a firm, supporting chest, lowering her head there and crying deeply, despairingly ...
Jack Goren felt the warm, resilient body pressed tightly to his own, felt the firm, rippling muscles of her shoulder beneath his encircling arm, smelled the heady fragrance of her hair and her body. Goddamn! Oh, it was going to be good, all right; it was really going to be good! Jack Goren felt a throbbing ache in his balls, and the blood was beginning to pound hotly in his rising cock, making little tingling sensations race back and forth across the swelling head. Damn, he couldn't wait much longer, that was for sure. He had to have her pretty soon now, because if he didn't he was going to blow his whole load in his pants, sure as hell. But he sensed that she was open and ready for suggestion now-she was ashamed and a little drunk and mad as hell-and that it wouldn't take much to convince her what was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander.
Goren began to whisper softly against her hair, letting the soft strands tickle his nostrils, intensifying the warm, pleasant ache in his now-almost-fully-erect cock. At first the words were soft, mesmeric, quieting sounds, consisting of "shhhh, honey" and "don't cry, now, don't cry" and "everything will be all right, baby, you'll see." He took the glass from her fingers and placed it on the coffee table; almost immediately, she raised her hands and clutched at his polo shirt, bunching the cloth between her spasmodic fingers as she wept against him. He knew that the words, his nearness, were having an effect on her-though of course she couldn't be realizing it at the moment, would realize it only later when his forthcoming plays would have sent her beyond any recall. She was trusting him now, trusting his words and trusting the touch of his arm about her shoulders ... just the way he wanted it.
Goren began then to stroke the satiny side of her shoulder and upper arm, gently, comfortingly. And in the same tone of voice that he had been using, but with different words now, he intoned, "Don't think about It honey. Don't think about the way your husband and my wife looked there on that blanket, the way their faces looked In the sunlight Don't think about what they were doing, licking and sucking one another, touching one another. Don't think about your husband and my wife, honey; don't think about It at all ...
Goren could feel the firm, warm breast pressing against his rib cage, could feel the nipple hardening somewhat there, and he smiled as he continued to talk. His words were having the desired effect on her; she was thinking about Barry and Lynn, of course, just as he had known she would: She was seeing them mentally as they had looked there at Salmon Creek, Sixty-Nining ... and the images were in turn causing unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in her own body. Almost ready now, he thought; she's almost ready now ...
Despite her tears, the tortured confusion of her mind at the events of the afternoon, Kim was beginning to slowly experience an almost dreamy torpor as she remained enveloped in Goren's strong, gentle embrace. His words seemed to flow like soft warm butter into her ears, soothing, hypnotic; she was aware that he was telling her not to think of what she-they-had seen, of Barry's and Lynn's joint infidelity, but the vision was nonetheless there, unerasable, brought into crystal clarity by his soporific voice instead of dimmed into her subconscious. She didn't want to think about it, God knew that, but she just couldn't help it ... she just couldn't help it. She sobbed into the thin material of Jack Goren's polo shirt, finding a certain security in his masculine nearness and the gentle stroking of his hand on her bare shoulder and upper arm.
And, strangely, perversely, the images in her brain were starting to have a certain physical effect on Kim as well. She could feel twitching, excited sensations deep within her belly, and her vaginal orifice begin to secrete droplets of lubrication, moistening her panties under the black stretch slacks, causing her to open and close her thighs, open and close them in a gathering sexual rhythm. Her nipples hardened under the sleeveless jersey. She tried to will her body to cease its tingling ardor, but the images were too vivid-and Jack Goren's maleness was too close, too exciting ... yes, exciting was the right word, Jack was really quite an attractive man, certainly not repulsive in any way, and so kind and gentle and good ...
Goren felt Kim Sutton trembling beneath his arm, trembling with something else now beside the racking sobs of her misery, and he thought exultantly: Now's the time! She's ready, she's realty ready ... oh Christ, I'm going to throw a tuck into her that she won't soon forget! I'm going to shove it all the way up into her belly until she screams for me to cum, and then I'm going to fill her up with boiling hot sperm! She'll throw rocks at her old man when I'm done fucking her, goddamn right!
He continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and lightly down along the length of her arm, knowing that the motion was having an electric effect on her. She had stopped crying now, although her face was still buried against his chest and her hands still clutched his shirt, and he sensed rather than heard a quickening of her breath under his caress. He brought his hand up, sliding it along her back now, down, down almost to the curve of her buttocks, bringing it up to tease along the ridge of her spine. And all the while he was whispering words into her hair, words becoming bolder and bolder: "Don't think about them, Kim, the two of them making love ... no, fucking, Kim, that's what they were doing, honey, they were fucking orally but you mustn't think about your husband's hard penis in Lynn's mouth, and you mustn't think about Barry kissing and licking between my wife's legs. You mustn't think about any of that, honey ..."
She was breathing faster now, all right, he could hear it and feel the heat of her breath through the shirt. Well, if there was ever any time to throw caution to the wind, it was now. Right now!
Goren brought his hand up to her shoulder again and then, casually, lightly, he put it on the swelling mound of her breast and began to rub the pliant globe tenderly through the encasing jersey and bra. He heard the sharp intake of Kim's breath, felt the sudden stiffening of her body and the convulsive kneading of his shirt in her hands. But she made no effort to pull away, and he grinned widely, evilly, knowing that he had won, that she was his, irrevocably now. He kept caressing her breast, running his thumb across the hardened nipple, his heart pounding in his chest and his cock leaping like a wild thing seeking escape from the cumbersome cage that was his shorts and trousers ...
A warning voice in Kim's mind tried to penetrate the lethargic state Goren's words had evoked, tried to tell her that something was going to happen if she didn't put an end to it right now. And yet, somehow, his hand on her breast didn't seem wrong to her, not really, it felt so good, like the hand of her father stroking her sweating body when she had been down with a high fever as a child, telling her everything to him and it would be all right. And Jack's voice, speaking against her hair, saying now: 'We have to do something, baby, we owe it to ourselves. Turnabout is fair play, sweetheart, and it can be good that way, very good you want to hurt him, don't you? You want to hurt him for what he's done, don't you? I want to hurt Lynn for what she's done, she deserves to be hurt and Barry deserves to be hurt, honey ...
Turnabout is fair play ... Barry deserves to be hurt ... The words spun and tumbled in Kim's confused mind as Jack Goren stroked her breast and held her close to him. Yes, he was right. Barry did deserve to be hurt, and the only way to hurt him was with her body But did she dare do what she knew this situation would lead to if she continued to remain passive? Did she dare to be, herself, as unfaithful as Barry had been? Well, why not? Why not, indeed? Barry had been the one to despoil the sacrosanct vows of marriage, hadn't he? He had performed those lewd, vile acts with Lynn Goren, hadn't he? Yes, damn it, she dared to do it, all right; she was just hurt enough, just angry enough, just drunk enough, and ... yea, just aroused enough ... that she would do it ...
Goren's hand had dipped under her sweater now, was trailing hot tremulous paths along the bare skin of her flat stomach, moving higher to touch the tightly encased orbs of her breasts, cupping first one and then the other. Kim's hips began to squirm against the softness of the cushions, and she turned her body slightly more toward him, pressing herself to him. And then her head lifted, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her lips parting wetly; it was as if she were a puppet, and the puppeteer had activated the string controlling her head, raising it up for the innocent kiss of a boy puppet except that Jack Goren was not a puppet and not a boy and the kiss would surely not be innocent-
It wasn't.
He ground his lips onto hers, completely engulfing her mouth with his warm, moist ones, flicking his tongue forward immediately to slip past her teeth and into her mouth, to meet and entwine with hers. Pinwheels of light flashed in back of Kim's eyes at the sheer physical impact of his kiss, and her hand lifted from his shirt front to encircle his neck, press his head tightly, molding their mouths together like molten metals fusing into one. His hand was pushing her bra up now, insinuating itself beneath, touching the hot flesh of her naked breast now, touching the hard bud of her nipple, pinching it painfully between his thumb and forefinger. His tongue sawed mercilessly in and out of her mouth, in the attitude of copulation, and she made tiny, excited mewling sounds of pleasure deep in her throat.
And then Goren's hand left her breast, moved down along her stomach, seeming to sear her skin there, and then around to the waistband of her stretch pants. Quickly, then, deftly and without hesitation, he unbuttoned the single button at the side, located the zipper and drew it down; his fingers went to the band of her panties, swiftly moved inside, pushing the flimsy material down, his fingertips touching the hot flesh of her abdomen and then the first curling strands of her soft, downy fleece. But he didn't pause there; he let his hand slide still lower, his middle finger extended, until the digit came in sudden contact with the warm, damp furrow of her cunt.
Kim's body jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his touch on her naked, defenseless crotch; her whole being commenced to oscillate violently and she began to moan in wild, staccato cadence. From somewhere far, far back in her mind, the warning voice began to speak again: No, this is wrong, this is all wrong, I'm not some whore to be used, I'm not merely a receptacle for a strange man's semen I still love Barry, no matter what he's done I still love him ... no, no, no this is all wrong stop it, stop it now, before it's too late ... you have to stop, it, stop it, stop it!
But she didn't stop it. She couldn't stop it. She was incapable of pulling away from him, she liked his touch on her genitals, yes she liked it! She liked his tongue in her mouth, liked his touch, oh God she couldn't stop It now at all, it was too late, too late ...
Goren dipped his middle finger into the wet, trembling passage of Kim's burning cunt, teasing the hardened button of her clitoris, playing with it, reveling in the feel of her nubile pussy and the vibrating arousal of her firm young body. Christ, he thought, she really turns on, just like I knew she would. She wants cock all right, she's fired up for cock, and when a woman gets that way nothing else matters; nothing else at all.
"Baby," he whispered in his soft voice, taking his mouth from hers briefly, "baby, I want you, I want to fuck you, I need to Fuck you, baby ..."
She stiffened momentarily at his use of the obscene word, but he knew that his voice, his finger playing maddeningly with her vaginal opening, would overcome her hesitations ... she was too far gone now for anything else to happen.
And then, in a voice that was strange, detached, she breathed out her answer to him; breathed out words which caused Goren's prick to throb intensely in his pants and dribble excited seminal emissions from its swollen glands, words which were at once distinctly alien and impossibly exciting on her lips and in her ears, words brought about by many things not the least of which was a strange awakening of sexual desire wrought intrinsically by her own husband's perverted actions of the afternoon.
She said, "Oh yes, Jack darling darling, and I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me just as much as you need it. Fuck me, Jack, fuck me fuck me fuck me ..."
Barry lay next to Lynn Goren on the large towel, spent, staring up at the late after noon sky paling into the first shadows of evening. Now that the wild, abandoned sexual games had ended-or at least, had ended until the impossibly ardent, insatiable Lynn Goren had recuperated his now-flaccid prick for another round-Barry was thinking once again of Kim. He was thinking of how much he loved her in spite of her sexual shortcomings, in spite of the fact that she was not now and could never be a match for a nymphomaniac like Lynn; and the thoughts brought the first lingering vestiges of shame to his mind, stirrings of guilt which would amplify later, he knew, and consume him with self-loathing and self-disgust at his inability to control his carnal instincts.
God, he thought, how can I ever face Kim again? How can I look her in the eye? She'll be able to tell of course, she'll take one look at me and she'll know what I've done here today ... oh Kim, dear sweet unsuspecting Kim, what could have come over me? I love you, I don't want to hurt you ... but I'm no good at lying, and you'll know that I've been making love to another woman, you'll surely know, and when you do I won't blame you if you leave me, God knows you've got the grounds and the right ...
"A penny for your thoughts, lover," Lynn said beside him, rolling over onto her stomach and looking into his face as she propped herself up on her elbows.
"Sure," Barry answered bitterly. He didn't meet her eyes.
"Oh," Lynn said softly. "You're thinking about your wife."
"Yes, I'm thinking about my wife."
"And you're feeling guilty about all that we've done here today, aren't you? Guilty because your dear sweet innocent Kim would be absolutely horrified if she knew. Am I right?"
Barry felt color blotch his cheeks, and he turned his eyes to her angrily; who did this bitch think she was, taunting him about Kim?
"What difference does it make to you if I am thinking about her?" he demanded.
Lynn laughed softly. "I don't like to see a man put a woman up on a pedestal," she said. "No woman belongs on a pedestal, lover, and when a man finds that out it's usually a rude awakening."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that I wouldn't be too terribly surprised, if I were you, to learn that you're not the only member of your family to engage in a little extracurricular activity."
The heat flowed through his entire body, and he had to repress a desire to slap her for her comment. His voice was low and menacing as he said, "You goddamned bitch! Just because you're a fucking nympho, just because you fuck around on Jack, doesn't mean that alt woman are like you."
"Doesn't it?" Lynn asked amusedly. She moved her body provocatively next to him, like a predatory cat just awakening on a summer morning.
"No, goddamn it, it doesn't!"
"Tell me, lover," she inquired lazily, "what do you suppose that darling little wife of yours is doing right at this moment?"
"Why ... why, she's home, probably cleaning the house or watching television."
"I don't think so," Lynn told him. "I think she's with Jack right about now."
"With Jack? Why would she be with your husband?"
"Why do you suppose, lover?"
"You bitch, are you insinuating ...?"
"I'm not insinuating anything. I'm simply stating a fact. I know my husband pretty well, and I'd be willing to bet just about anything I own that he's either got your darling Kim in bed by now, or is pretty damned close to it."
Barry was sitting up now, his mind whirling disconcertedly. What Lynn was saying was inconceivable. Kim would never ... submit to Jack Goren. And Jack would never take advantage of his, Barry's, absence by trying to seduce Kim. Would he? No, that was ridiculous, downright absurd! He knew his wife; she was strictly a one-man woman, she would never ...
"I know what you're thinking, lover," Lynn said. "You're thinking that either I'm crazy, or there's something going on that you never ever dreamed of. Well, I'll tell you this much; I'm not crazy."
Barry just shook his head numbly, staring at her.
"Tell you what," Lynn said casually, "why don't we get dressed and drive back to San Francisco? We'll take your car. When we get to your house, then we'll see what we shall see. Okay?"
"I don't believe any of this!" Barry insisted. "My wife wouldn't ..."
"You're not afraid to drive back to your little love-nest with me, are you? You're not afraid that instead of proving me wrong, it will prove me right?"
"No, goddamn it!" Barry exploded. "I'm not afraid of any such thing!"
Lynn stood up and ran her hands slowly down her naked, bronzed flanks. "Shall we get dressed then?'
"All right!" Barry said, gaining his own feet, fighting down another urge to slap this woman, this bitch, who dared to talk about his Kim the way she was. "Let's get dressed, and let's drive back to San Francisco! And when Kim turns out to be alone and cleaning house, I'm going to get an apology out of you! Or else!"
Lynn smiled wisely, and turned and started for the cabin's rear entrance.
Kim moaned loudly in frenzied sexual abandonment, giving herself over fully to this man, Jack Goren, this comparative stranger who shared her hurt and her torment, allowing his expert ministrations to arouse her to a fever pitch. As he guided her down on the couch, his middle finger still tantalizing her naked, clitoris, his tongue once again tucking her mouth rapaciously, Kim thought dimly: I'm doing this because of you, Barry, because of what I saw you doing, it's your fault, Barry, all your fault that I'm doing this ... turnabout is fair play ...
Goren suddenly took his mouth from hers and hovered over her prone, trembling, waiting body, his eyes feasting gleefully on her partially exposed cunt below the lowered panties and slacks, his finger worming its way along the wet, sopping passage at will. She was all his now, all his! "I'm going to make you naked now, honey," he whispered in his droning voice. "I'm going to make you naked, and I want you to help me."
"Yes," she moaned in reply. "Yes, Jack, yes."
His hand left her cunt and he began to agilely slide the stretch pants down, down along her creamy white thighs, bringing her petal-like, softly hair-lined pussy into the full view of his salacious gaze. When he had the garment off, he removed the panties. Kim was sitting up now, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, drawing the sleeveless jersey over her head, unfastening her bra, tossing both garments onto the floor and then lying back down again. She was completely nude now, completely at his mercy, and Goren drank in the beauty of her with spittle drooling from the corners of his mouth.
Kim felt spasmodic little jolts of pleasure ripple through her as the cool rush of air played over her naked and fevered flesh. Then she felt Goren's big hands close over her breasts, heard him gasp out his delight at their satiny pliancy, at their hard, distended little ruby nipples. He began to roll his fingers across the hardened buds, tweaking them into painful arousal ... and then she felt his head lower onto her chest, felt his hot, wet mouth encompass one of the teats, flicking and rolling it maddeningly with his burning firebrand of a tongue. She groaned again, her hips beginning a slow, undulating rhythm on the cushions of the couch. He continued to suckle her nipple while he moved on the couch beside her, his hands leaving her flesh now, and Kim was vaguely aware that he, too, was getting naked. Then his lips left her breast, and he commanded softly, "Open your eyes, honey. Look at me. Look at what I've got for you."
Slowly, Kim allowed her eyes to flutter open. She saw him kneeling on the floor beside her, as naked as she, his face twisted in a lewd, venomous grin. Her gaze moved down his heavily muscled body and then came to rest on his thick, rigid penis standing out from this large, round belly. She sucked in her breath sharply. God, it was big! It was huge, bloated, the purplish head seeming to throb with a hidden intensity. She imagined that great monster burrowing itself into the soft, fleshy folds of her vaginal orifice, and a quiver of fear coursed through her; could she take all of that without splitting herself wide open?
"Do you like it, honey?" Goren asked, and his hand began to stroke lewdly the heavily uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the bloated glands.
"It's ... it's so big!" Kim managed to stutter out in her hesitancy.
Goren continued to massage the granite-hard expanse, slowly, tantalizingly. "It's all for you now, honey," he intoned. "All for you. I'm going to fuck you with every inch of it. Mrs. Sutton, every hot throbbing inch of my big cock."
His lewd, mesmeric words caused Kim's fevered body to twist more seductively on the soft couch. Her fogged mind, instead of being repulsed by Goren's gigantic member, by her own naked, body spread obscenely before him like some sacrificial pagan maid, was dwelling on the prurient sensations which pulsated along her sweating flesh. I want your big ... cock, that's the right word, yes ... I want your big cock, Jack Goren, I want it inside me, I want it to fuck me, to fill me up. I want to be fucked, fucked, Fucked. Barry, you did this to me, you made me do what I'm doing, you forced me into this situation; it's your fault, Barry, and I wish you were here to see what's going to happen. I wish you could see it like I saw you and Lynn; I wish you could, Barry ...
Dreamily, she watched Goren raise up onto the couch, settle his body beside hers, and this head dip once again to her gently quivering breasts. She moaned softly as she watched him take first one nipple, then the other, into his wide, salivating mouth, licking and sucking the rigid fruit until she wanted to scream from the waves of pleasure washing through her body.
She watched his head dip lower, trailing hot, moist kisses between the swollen tits and down to her navel, pausing there to flick his tongue into the tiny puckered opening, and then move still lower until he was breathing hotly into the softness of her pubic hair.
In that moment, Kim realized what Goren would next do, what the ultimate target of his fervid liquid kisses would be. Repugnance seized her for a moment ... no, it was wrong, wrong ... and she tried to draw his head away, pull him up over her as she had done to Barry when he attempted to perform the heathen rite of cunnilingus upon her. But Goren would not be drawn away. He remained where he was, kneeling now between her wide-spread legs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, his eyes feasting on the dripping, pink, fluted lips of her cuntal mouth.
"No, honey," he said, talking to her cunt instead of to her face, as if it were a being, an entity, unto its own. "I'm going to kiss and lick your pussy, just like your husband kissed and licked my wife's pussy. I'm going to bury my tongue in your cunt, I'm going to lick your cut, I'm going to suck you until you have an orgasm, Kim, until you cum and cum and cum ..."
Once again, Goren's vile, lascivious words made Kim tremble with wild, wanton desire. The degradation of the act she was about to have perpetrated on her defenseless crotch suddenly seemed to pale into insignificance; everything seemed to pale into insignificance in that moment-shame, guilt, fear, disgust-all of these meant nothing. The only thing that seemed to matter were the intense fires which his words, his actions, had set to flaming in her breasts and in her belly and in her cunt. She was aroused, wildly, crazily, insanely aroused for the first time ... and she didn't care, she didn't care
"Yes," she whispered in her stranger's voice. "Oh yes, Jack!"
"Yes what, baby?" Goren asked, unable any longer to contain his animalistic grin of triumph but knowing that pretense was no longer important. "What do you want me to do?"
"I ... I want you to ... to suck me, Jack."
"Suck you where, Kim? Where?"
"My ... my pussy!" Kim cried, her eyes closing again, her hips grinding a lewd sensuous circle down against the couch, her head beginning to loll from side to side with expectant lust. "My pussy, Jack, my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy! Oh, Jack, lick it, lick it!"
Still grinning hugely, Goren drove his head savagely downward, his lips mashing onto her vaginal lips, his tongue ramming deep into her vaginal orifice in the ultimate French kiss.
"AAAAAgggghhhhh!" Kim screamed as his long hot tongue slashed into her, harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches. Her hands grasped his hair, tried to pull his face deeper into her lust-soaked loins. Oh God, it felt good, it felt so goooddd! Oh God, how could she have ever denied Barry this ... how could she ever have denied herself, this? It wasn't ugly, it wasn't sick ... it was sooooo goooooooddddddddd!
Goren continued his wanton tonguing of her moist trembling slit, his hands slipping up over her belly to her full firm tits once more, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally now while his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault of her wide-spread furrow, making obscene sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room and Kim's mind with a weird cacophony of sound. She clenched her small hands into white-knuckled fists in his hair, pulling some of the salt-and-paper strands loose in her convulsive actions, as Goren's probing tongue located the erect, pulsating button of her clitoris. She whined sharply, agonizingly, as he took the tiny bud between his sharp white teeth, holding it tightly there, and began to run the tip of his tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Her head began to flail in total abandonment from side to side, and Goren opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair fringed opening of her vagina. He began to orally tuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot, hard, wet tongue up into her dilated, clasping hole, listening to her making unintelligible whimpering sounds as he swirled and flicked his member around the velvet-like interior of the pulsatingly soft cunt lips. He slipped his hand beneath her thighs, pushing them further up until they were now draped over his shoulders, the whole of her flowing vaginal plane in naked abandonment to his churning face, and then he cupped her soft white buttocks in both hands as he thrust his tongue deep, deep into the searing liquid depths of her cunt.
Kim's cries of animal pleasure now filled the living room. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! her brain screamed over and over against Goren continued to mouth and tongue her sweating, dripping furrow. And then, as her buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath his plunging poker of a tongue, he drew the member out and drew it licking downward to the secret, tiny puckered ring of her virginal anus. She sucked in her breath in a gulping swallow, moaning in rapture, past all caring now even though a small part of mind cried out that this was dirty, vile, perverted ... she flung her loins up at him as hard as she could as he brought his tongue into seething wet contact with the forbidden opening, thrusting it into the tight little hole, splitting it wide to accept his phallic member. Kim's body quivered uncontrollably now beneath the overpowering assault, and her body was spasming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure that had seized control of it
Goren licked and sucked and drove his tongue into her tight, pungent little asshole, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-controlled body, knowing that the moment of her climax wasn't far off. Well, that was fine with him; he would make her cum with his mouth first, and then, later, with his cock. He began to drive his tongue harder and harder into her anal passage, and then, abruptly, drew it out to return to her now saliva drenched crotch and the downy soft hairs fringing her pulsing cunt lips. He paused for a brief moment to stare up along the sweat-slick valley between her high breasts at the twisted grimace on her lovely face. Oh Christ, she was really digging it! She was wallowing in it, all right; it won't be long now, not long at all. He lowered his head and resumed his labor once more.
Kim writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her love-starved loins and stomach. God, she had to have release, had to have it soon! Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's, grinding her crotch up into Goren's lusting face and tongue, and she felt the gathering billows of her orgasm rising, rising, and then cresting and
She was there!
She was cumming!
A deep, almost half-human scream erupted from young Kim Sutton's throat and she locked her hands hard in Goren's hair, drawing him into her crotch with all her might. Her juices began to flow from her wide-spread cunt, inundating Goren's face and tongue, flowing down along her tortured rectum to pool in fragrant stickiness on the couch cushions beneath her. She screamed again, and again, and Goren sucked and licked and burrowed until, at long last, the cumming was over and she sank back with a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, releasing his hair and opening her thighs to allow him to remove his head from between her fevered legs.
Goren lifted himself onto his knees, grinning down at her, the juices of her orgasm making his face and his mouth glisten wetly in the room's soft light. "Well, honey?" he asked. "How did you like it?"
"Oh ... God!" Kim moaned, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Oh God, Jack, it was wonderful!"
Goren grinned lewdly. "Well, it's going to be even better," he said. "Because I'm going to fuck you now, Kim. My cock is like a petrified log, and I want to fuck you with it. If want to shoot my load of hot, sticky sperm deep into your belly. I want to fuck you now, Kim ..."
"Oh God yes, do fuck me, please, fuck me!"
And as Goren lowered his body down onto hers, Kim thought with total surrender: I wish you could see this, Barry, I wish you could see me about to be fucked by Jack Goren after he made me cum with his mouth on my pussy. I wish you could see it, Barry, I really wish you could because I liked it, I loved it! I loved every delicious moment of it, Barry, you adulterer, you son of a bitch ... it would serve you right.
It was dark when Barry and Lynn arrived at the Sutton's Sunset District home in San Francisco. Barry pulled the Ford to the curb in front, right behind Jack Goren's expensive and unmistakable Lincoln Continental. He sat there for a moment, staring through the windshield at the Lincoln, his body suddenly going cold and a viscid sweat starting up on his chest and under his arms.
Lynn said, "Round one goes to me," and laughed throatily.
"You fucking slut!" he exploded. "Just because ... just because Jack's car is here doesn't mean he and Kim are ... are doing anything they shouldn't be doing."
"Doesn't it?" Lynn asked. "Well, suppose we just have a look."
"Suppose we do just that?" Barry replied, opening the door and stepping out of the car. When Lynn had done likewise and they were standing on the sidewalk, he added, "There's a window around the far side of the house. We'll take a look through there. I can tell you what we'll see: Jack and Kim sitting there, maybe having a drink, but that's all."
"We'll see," was all Lynn said.
As they followed the path silently around the side of the dwelling, Barry felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of spying on his wife this way. But, damn it, he thought, it was the only way to disprove Lynn's ridiculous allegation of a tryst between Kim and her husband.
They reached the window, and Barry moved up next to the house, in the shadows and out of the elongation of warm light coming through the partially-draped glass. Lynn did the same, on the other side, sidestepping around the pool of light. And then, just as Barry began to edge his body into a position to see through the window, a loud, wailing voice penetrated the glass and reached his ears, a voiced that was recognizable even in its obviously impassioned state.
Kim's voice, the voice of his wife, saying: "God, Jack fuck it harder, fuck it harder! I'm going to cum, darling, I'm going to cum, fuck meeeeee!"
In abject horror, Barry stepped directly into the illumination, staring with bulging eyes at what was transpiring inside the palely lighted living room of his own home. He saw it that single instant the nude jumble of arms and legs, white and glistening with sweat, that thrashed and writhed on the couch; he saw the wide, hirsute, wildly pumping buttocks of a man who could only be Jack Goren flailing between the upraised and widely spread things of a woman who could only be his wife. He couldn't see either of their faces, but he knew fully and irrevocably-who they were.
Kim's wailing voice reached his ears again. "Now, Jack ... now, darling ... oh God, ooooohhhhhhhh! Yessssssssssss! I'm ... I'm cum ... cummmiiinnnnnngggggg!"
Barry recoiled in utter loathing as he saw his wife's legs kick out in the air and lewdly wrap themselves around Goren's upper torso, presenting up her naked crotch in wanton sacrifice to his frenzied thrusts as she achieved her orgasm under his pistoning, thundering cock. Suddenly, then, a blind, consuming, unreasoning anger seized control of Barry's brain. He emitted a low, animal like snarl of hate and disgust and hurt, whirled from the window, and ran toward the front door of the house. He wasn't aware that Lynn was on his heels, but if he had been he would have been further incensed by her soft, mocking laughter.
Barry grabbed the doorknob, twisted it violently; the door was not locked. He flung it open, rushing inside, and stood there, his face a brilliant red, his legs spread, spittle flecking his lips. "You fucking goddamned whore-bitch!" he screamed at Kim. "You dirty goddamned slut! Fucking another man right in my own living room, oh you filthy harlot bitch!"
Kim had sat up convulsively at the sound of his entrance, her legs still splayed on the couch, the white, sticky fluid of Goren's semen dripping from her pink, wet cuntal mouth to stain the material of the cushions. Her hand was up to her mouth, choking back a terrible, whimpering cry as she recognized her husband, Barry, standing there. Shame and guilt came to her then, came to her tenfold, and her face flamed. She leapt to her feet, her hands wildly seeking her clothing, pulling on her jersey blouse and her stretch pants, not bothering with her panties or bra.
"And you, you son of a bitch!" Barry yelled at Goren. "I ought to kill you, that's what I ought to do, you son of a bitch!"
Goren rose slowly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Almost casually, he picked up his own clothes and began to dress, saying, "Take it easy, Barry. Try to calm down, will you?"
"Calm down? You bastard, who do you think you are to tell me to calm down when I just caught you fucking my own wife?"
"Who do I think I am?" Gor�n asked quietly. "Why, I'm the guy who saw you licking my wife's cunt while she was sucking your cock less than two hours ago at Salmon Creek."
More hot words chocked in Barry's throat at the calm revelation that he and Lynn had been observed Sixty-Nining in the rear yard of the cabin. But if that were the case ... oh God, then Kim had seen it too!
As if reading his thoughts, Goren said, "That's right, Barry. Kim was with me. We both saw you and Lynn together. And because we did, we decided that turnabout was fair play, if you know what I mean."
Barry spluttered, trying to find words, his brain reeling. Lynn came up beside him and touched his arm. "I told you, didn't I, lover? I told you that I knew my husband pretty well."
Barry whirled on her, staring at her with a certain revulsion. "You planned all of this!" he screamed suddenly, as full understanding overtook him. "You and Jack, you planned this whole goddamned thing!"
"That's right, we did," Goren said, buckling his belt and walking toward him.
"You ... you bastard!" Barry screamed.
"Oh come now, Barry," Goren said. 'Why don't you wise up? This is 1970, not the Victorian age. This kind of thing is done all the time, though usually all parties involved are willing and cognizant. The term is wife-swapping, and it's not half as ugly as most people-people like yourself-try to make it out to be."
"It's ... sick, sick!"
"No," Lynn said, "it isn't sick at all. It's a whole new concept. Wife-swapping - and group sex, too, especially-is a way of life which can heighten one's physical enjoyment a hundred-fold, teach a person a whole new dimension in physical gratification. In fact" -and she winked at Goren - "it usually heightens both partners in a marriage to unheard of pleasure from their own mating. Jack and I are proof positive of that fact."
Kim, sitting miserably on the couch, immobile as if she had been thrust into a catatonic state until that moment, lowered her hands from her face and stared at the room's occupants. She felt dazed, confused; so much had happened in so short a time to disrupt her life, she couldn't accept what she had heard Lynn and Jack say, but yet ... or God, she must be as depraved as they were, for she had enjoyed Jack Goren, enjoyed his tongue down between her thighs and his penis inside her vagina ... She didn't know what to think; Jack's soothing words, his strong arms and his sympathetic way-all of it had been a lie, a lie just so he could seduce her ... she should hate him, hate him violently, but she didn't ... that was the thing, she didn't hate him at all.
Barry, standing in the room's center and staring and Jack and Lynn Goren, was trembling violently. He didn't know what to think either, except that what he was hearing went against everything he had ever been taught, everything he had ever believed in. He needed time to think, and his temples were pounding insanely; he was going to blow his mind if he didn't calm down ... and he couldn't do that with the Gorens still there.
He said in a low, deadly tone, "You'd better leave now, both of you. You'd better get out of here before I do something I'll probably be sorry for."
Goren nodded taking Lynn's arm. "All right, Barry. I know how it is you need time to think things over. We'll call you tomorrow, after you've had an opportunity to look at things more rationally. Maybe, then, you'll see that we're right."
"Get the fuck out of here!" Barry screamed.
The Gorens obeyed, shutting the door softly behind them.
Chapter 6
Kim sat with her head shamefully downcast now, unable to speak as Barry approached her. Now that the Gorens were gone, she felt total and complete humiliation over her own weakness, what she had willingly assented to do with Jack Goren no matter what the rationalization Goren or she had given the spectacle. Her legs were drawn tightly together, but still the cum ran stickily from its vaginal nest, and she could feel it secrete from the hair-covered lips and trickle down the backsides of her legs. She still throbbed from the merciless battering of Goren's hardened male organ, and her breasts ached from the twisting and pinching he had given them.
Barry looked at her, contempt dripping from his expression. He did not speak, though but walked with righteous indignation into the kitchen for a brandy and water, and then returned with the drink to his chair across from her.
Finally Kim could stand it no longer. Hesitantly, fearfully, she brought her eyes up to meet his Wringing her hands, she managed to whisper, "I'm ... sorry, Barry."
"For what?" he snarled. "The fuck you gave Jack Goren?"
Tears began to well ... and then something snapped inside Kim. Suddenly her abject self admonition changed to the same anger as this afternoon when she had seen Barry and Lynn. Her lids narrowed, and she replied in a cold, slow tone. "Yea, I am sorry for letting Jack make love to me. But you are evidently not sorry for doing it to that bitch of a wife of his."
"Come to think of it, I'm not sorry," Barry answered sharply, "She was one hell of a good lay. Far better than you'll ever hope to be. Besides, you don't look all that sorry. You look like some two-bit whore after a good night's work."
The words whipped Kim's brain, but she held her ground. "Then don't get on your high-horse to me! Jack was every bit as good as Lynn was, and I take it back about being sorry! I'm anything but sorry, you hear? I loved his big thing in me, Barry, loved it enough to climax just when he did! I still am carrying his seed in me, if you'd like to know, just like Lynn has yours coagulating in her vagina! And stomach!"
Barry was thrown off guard by his wife's sudden, vicious attack. "Kim-" he started to say, rising out of the chair a perplexed look creasing his forehead. "Please Kim-"
"Don't please Kim me, you bastard. You think just because you're a man you can go screw anything in skirts and I can't return the favor? Well, I've got equal rights, and by God I have equal feelings as well."
"Is-Is that why you let Goren fuck you?"
"No." The waves of anger passed over her as fast as they had arrived, and she calmed down, and again her head was bowed. "I-I let him have me because ... because you made love to Lynn. That's why." She looked back up, tears welling and flowing from her eyes. "Oh Barry, I love you so much. Really I do. Can you ever forgive me, darling?"
Barry still smarted from his wife's infidelity, but he also realized that he had no argument to hit her with. He was as guilty as she was of breaking their marital promise, and if his wife still loved him after what he had done, then he would try to forgive her in return. God knows he loved her still. More, in fact. For some, unexplained reason, Barry was drawn to his wife more than before, as though with the thought of losing her to another man, he had awakened to the true vastness of his love for her. He crossed to her, sitting down beside her on the couch, and taking one of her tightly closed fists and opening her hand to entwine with his, he tried to comfort her.
"It's all right, sweetheart. I understand. I love you, too, and I don't want this to break us up. We have too much going for us." He put his other arm around her shoulder and drew the still weeping woman to his chest. "It was all a dirty plot by the Goren's, sweetheart. They admitted to that. We were just human, that's all."
As Barry held her close, Kim stopped her crying and found that as she thought over the afternoon, the remembrances of the lewd fucking she had received began to excite her. She snuggled to Barry, a tingling of arousal beginning to spread through her body. Slowly, with perverted emotion, what he and she had done and witnessed became erotic to her, and instead of utter loathing and a feeling of uncleanliness, she felt the sexual fires begin to spark to life again, after having been so thoroughly damped by Goren. As the lust grew, she wanted her husband more and, more, wanted his beautiful body lunging at her, his cock, yes, his cock, to plummet to the depths of her soiled vagina. I want him to tuck me! Now! Right here!
She withdrew her hand from the clasp of Barry's and dropped it to his pants. She began to rub around his fly, dipping lower until it was in the narrow crotch. He stared down at her hand uncomprehending her actions.
"I want you, Barry," Kim sighed. "Let's make love."
"What?" He was incredulous, unsure he had understood her.
"Let's fuck! Is that a better way of putting it?" Her hand rose to his belt buckle and she slowly took the belt strap and undid his pants. The zipper pulled down and she dipped her hand inside, rummaging around with grasping, teasing fingers at his white underpants. Her hand wormed through the slit in the front of the shorts and contacted the shaft of his penis, and blood pounded through his loins to fill the cock to bursting. His hips started to churn and he began to breathe raggedly. "Oh Christ! he groaned, "I don't believe this!"
"You want me, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Kim, yes I do!" He ground his lips to hers and slid his tongue deep within her, curling around her own darting tongue, and then he began to flick his tongue in and out in a crude imitation of fucking. Her cool fingers went on their search, grasping his now rigid prick and drawing it out of the hole in his underpants to stand, burning, in the air. His monstrous cock trembled in her hand as she began to stroke it. He began to undress her, and she helped him by undulating her body, letting go of his genitals only long enough to let him slip her blouse over her head. Then she returned to toy with his instrument and to fuse her wild lips upon his. Her breasts surged against him, their nipples smoldering coals in his pawing hands. Then he moved downward, over the flat plane of her vibrating belly to her hair covered mound and then past, taking the silk panties she wore with him as he stroked her thighs and legs. She whimpered with unrestrained pleasure and lifted her legs up off the floor so he could remove her panties, and then she threw herself upon him, forcing him down on the couch, her body jerking with the spasmodic rhythm of copulation. She groaned and wriggled onto his cock, her pink slit and fleece covered lips spreading wide as if to swallow his mighty weapon alive.
"Barry, oh Barry my beloved, I want to kiss your penis!" Her words sound alien to her, for never before had she desired the taste, but her hand was suddenly between their bodies, her grip firm upon his cock, and as she spoke she drew his shaft harder against her so that she felt every ridge and vein against her skin. "I want to feel it in my mouth!"
"God, yes, suck it, Kim," he moaned. "I've always wanted you to!" He was afraid this was a dream, for it seemed too good to be true. She wanted his prick in her mouth! Unbelievable! He kneaded her writhing buttocks, lost in the building passion which had so suddenly swept him off his feet.
She rose long enough to undress him, a momentary delay which left his clothes heaped in a disarray on the floor. All the while her eyes feasted hungrily upon his penis as it stood up from his loins, and a weird inner light seemed to shine through her eyes like glowing embers were blazing Inside her head. She stared at his purplish, mushrooming head and shaft as though it were a mesmerizing snake urging her to come closer.
Then she knelt between his splayed thighs, cupping the bloated sac of sperm with her hands, and she licked her lips anticipatorily, almost drooling with the desire to kiss the tiny sheen of fluid which had begun to seep from the eye of his glands.
She dipped her head, her long hair cascading over his belly, brushing tantalizingly around the object of her affections, and her lips rubbed the moist head, savoring the slight contact. Then her tongue lashed out, touching the smooth, rubbery tip, lapping the sticky secretions. Kim's whole body trembled from the electric force, and sighing with pleasure she opened her mouth wide and accepted his cock deep within the soft, wet folds of her cheeks. She began to suck it, pulling on the penis with a suction which sent billows of pure. delight racing through Barry's bloodstream.
He wrapped his hands in his wife's hair and drew her down farther, the sensitive underside of his shaft sliding along her tongue like butter along silk. "Suck it, baby, suck it," he panted, raising his leg to wrap around the back of the couch to give her more room, "You're doing great, sweetheart, just great!" He flexed his buttocks and dropped his other leg to the floor, and began to jerk his loins in the motion of fucking.
Kim moved her hands all over his groin, massaging the soft scrotum tenderly, then using her thumb and forefinger to beat the thick base of his cock to further excitement. She slavered up and down, her tongue swirling around his rod maddenly, the tip flicking across the throbbing head with abandonment.
He looked down at his wife, enthralled by her undulating buttocks as they waved in the air, and her groping fingers and lascivious mouth working hard at making him cum. And he was going to cum, soon ... already the tattoo of their tempo was provoking his balls into heated operation, boiling his sperm into escapement. He took one hand and parted her silken hair which hung across, his belly and he watched fascinatedly as she sawed back and forth upon his penis. Her pink lips contrasted with the blood colored shaft which pumped in her, her mouth so tightly encased around him that her lips pulled out grotesquely as he pulled, and then turned inward as he lunged forward again.
"Oh sweetheart, let up, please let up! I'll cum if you don't and I want to fuck you! I want to spill inside your cunt, not in your mouth. Not this time, oh please let me fuck you!"
Reluctantly, Kim released her frenzied hold upon his cock. Yes, she wanted to taste his sperm, to see if she could match Lynn's gleeful swallowing, but the barren feeling down in her pulsating vagina was overwhelming. She wanted him inside her, too, as a token of their true love, of their undying togetherness. She ceased to suck him, lifting her head and wiping away the thin strand of seminal fluid which still attached her to his cock. She smiled warmly at him.
"Take it, baby!" he whispered hoarsely, "Grab my prick and shove it in that beautiful cunt of yours." He reached for her, stroking her shoulders with fevered hands. "Do it now, baby!"
She raised herself on all fours over him with her knees on either side of his hips so she could dip her fingers between them, and she encircled his hardened penis, still throbbing with uplifted desire, and she teased its purplish shaft with her thumb and forefinger, making Barry squirm and moan with her electrifying contact. She moved forward, spreading her legs and thighs as she crawled over him, and she guided his prick to her desire drenched vagina, rubbing its bulbous glands, still dripping from the saliva from her mouth, over her fleshy, red tinted pubes. Her cunt valley opened as if it were the doorway to a magic kingdom, and his gigantic key the only way to unlock it. His cock sliced through her flesh as she fucked its girth up and down the furrows, and she gasped from its vibrating passion.
"You like that, darling?" she groaned.
"Uhhhhh!" came the bubbling answer, and then Barry jerked upwards. His hips driving his elongated rod in the smooth wet flesh of her unquenchable pussy. Her thighs shoved to meet his member, impaling her elastic cunt full upon him, sending his thrusting cock deep within her hidden caverns, deep to the very root of her lubricated passage.
"00000oooooooooooh!" she wailed, feeling his bloated sac of heavy cum smack against her inner thighs, and she moved her hands to his balls, fondling them with fevered joyousness. He plunged again, only withdrawing far enough to make his thick shaft rub the insides of her vagina with quicksilver tendrils, then in and out he stroked, her satin soft ass pumping in matching tempo to his motions, her pelvis rotating with madness over his monstrous shaft. All that Kim could think of was for the first time she was truly enjoying being fucked by her husband.
Dear God, there had never been anything so wild, so free so damned good! Not even with Jack Goren. She was awakened! She had never thought such rapture could happen to mortal beings, and now, with the glut of lascivious perversion she had witnessed and partaken of today, she was unchained of the Victorian fetters which had so long bound her from release.
Barry continued his demoniacal drubbing, slamming his penis still harder and deeper in her cunt until her cervix seemed battered out of shape. Her moist sheath clamored for more, clasping his frantic cock with ruthlessness, and her asshole seemed to want to pucker up and kiss his swinging balls as they slapped resoundingly on the upstroke. Kim humped over him, tossing her head in abandoned ecstasy, spreading her thighs yet wider so she could grovel on his loins, and her belly churned with her impending cum.
"I'm ... going ... to cum, baby," Barry shouted beneath her, "Oh, baby, don't stop ... fuck me! fuck me!" He babbled in mindless ecstasy, and she gurgled in agreement, lowering her head to kiss his neck and bathe his ear, and then she dipped her slavering tongue deep within his mouth, burying the words of encouragement deep in his throat as she continued to milk his thundering manhood with her dilated pussy. She was almost there ... so close ... and she wanted to feel their cum juices co-mingle in a last consuming fire of lust.
The pace of his pistoning cock increased and he writhed on the sheets, his toes curling and his hands to her buttocks, forcing her upon him and he plunged and plunged inside her eager, straining cunt, their wetness making lewd slurping noises as he pile-drove into her thirsting vaginal passage.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ..." Kim chanted, raising her body, arching her back and gripping the headboard of the bed to grind downward with more pressure. Barry gazed at his wife's dancing breasts as they heaved and twitched from the result of his pummeling, and her nipples hardened and expanded from the heat of their passion. Barry ground harder and deeper into the tender sanctuary of her pussy, up into her womb and very essence of her soul. He watched as her features contorted with passion, as the orgasm began its spiraling ascent to the pinnacle of release. She became a gargoyle character of her normally soft and beautiful innocence, and then she cried out and convulsed, her mouth wide and her tongue lolling from pagan rapture. The core of her being seemed to rip from her in animal ferocity.
"AAAAaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!" she howled, and warm spurts of vaginal fluid secreted, all around Barry's cock, the slick fluid inundating the mammoth shaft and trickling down between his legs. Her thighs and pubic hair became sopped with her climatic discharges, and Barry in turn sensed his own sticky sperm boiling up the cauldron of his testicles and race the length of his prick. He jerked and lurched upwards convulsively, his breath in short ragged gasps, and then the tidal wave of cum shot into every crease and recess of her wildly sucking vagina, a never-ending torrent of release which caused indecipherable cries of pleasure to erupt from both of them. Her belly quivered with the violent spasms of his orgasm, and he emptied and emptied and emptied until the white sperm gushed out from her clasping cunt lips to join the pool of her love juices on the bed.
He fell backwards, spent, and Kim toppled on him, relaxed to a point of lethargy. Her legs went limp and her chest roared with the beatings of her still avaricious spirit. She felt his turgid cock deflate with exhaustion, yet she did not move, desiring to swallow it in her heaving pussy. She gazed at him with loving tenderness, her eyes moist and filled with satiation. "Oh, Barry, that was so good," she crooned, "I never thought it could be so wonderful!" She kissed him. "It was the best lovemaking I've ever had."
"Better ... better than with ... Jack?" he murmured hesitantly.
"Yes, Oh God yes, darling. Much much better." She moved her legs, still careful to keep his limp cock imprisoned within her cunt, until she stretched out on top of him. "I love you, Barry," she sighed in his ear.
"And I love you, too, darling," he replied, stroking her back and ass tenderly. He cupped the soft white moons of her buttocks and nuzzled her hair. "I'm not even angry any more for seeing you with him."
"I'm glad." Kim licked his neck. "I'm glad that you were with Lynn, you know that? I really am. I think it helped us see what we mean to each other."
"Shhhh. Think about it, Barry. Up until now, I ... hated myself. Not just for making love to Jack, but before that, for refusing you the kind of love you need so badly. That-I need as well. I'm awakened now. I'm not sure how or why, but I am, and if It's because we were fucked by other people, then it was for the best. I'm glad Jack fucked me!"
"He cured you, Barry said with a trace of bitterness. "Something, I, your own husband, was incapable of."
"No, no, you don't understand. It had nothing to do with you. It was me, and it took an affair, a morally degrading act, to shatter my innermost repressions. It just happened to be Jack, but it could have been any man. I don't love him, I love you, and now ... now ..."
"Yes, Kim?"
"Now I'm able to respond, to be the woman you've always wanted. I know that's what has kept our marriage from being perfect, and that's of the past. Maybe ... maybe what the Gorens said was true."
They lay together, each wrapped in their own thoughts, their love for each other stronger and more lasting than they had thought possible. Finally Barry said, "Yes, maybe ... just maybe they were right. Do you want to see them again?"
"I-I don't know."
"All that talk of wife-swapping. That's what we did today. No mistake. And it helped our relationship. But ... do you want to do it again?"
A tingle began to crawl up Kim's spine, but she refused to acknowledge it. "No," she said, "I don't think we should. It was beneficial this one time, but anything more ..."
She stopped, again feeling the lewd trail of physical want wind through her organs. She breathed huskily. "But ... well, I am a woman now, Barry. Maybe we could take them up on their offer. At least talk it over with them. We just had something wonderful because of this afternoon, and perhaps more ... swapping would make us have wilder, freer, more beautiful times together in the future." She smiled at him. "You'd like to lay Lynn again, wouldn't you?"
He laughed briefly. "There's never going to be a better woman for me than you, and you know it, darling ... but damnit, yes, I would ...
The next morning, Barry was kissed awake by a beaming, satisfied woman. He gazed at his wife, smiling back, then threw back the covers and padded naked to the bathroom. Kim followed and played teasing games with him as he took a shower. Her fingers were everywhere as water cascaded down their nude forms, and she soaped and scrubbed his back and front and legs with loving care, taking special time with his penis and balls, putting his now rigid cock in her nibbling mouth and sucking him until he hardly could stand it. She laughed gaily, and then they made passionate love on the bed, still wet, as there didn't seem to be time enough to dry off with a towel.
They talked with the brightness of lovers, their marriage as fresh and exciting as it had been on their honeymoon. After breakfast, Barry went to the car and got the typewriter he had left there, and went into his study to write. In spite of the neighbors, the tree-cutting man across the way, the excavation for the sewer, he still managed to work, and work well. The words seemed to flow from him as his sperm had, hot and fast and never-ending. He was flushed with the success of finally getting into his book, of actually accomplishing what he wanted to say on paper. He stopped for lunch, exhausted, but still enveloped with the glow of mutual adoration with his wife.
As he was eating, the phone rang. Kim answered it and said after a pause: "Oh, Lynn? Yes, Barry is here. Wait a minute." Kim handed the receiver to Barry, adding, "It's the Gorens!"
Barry jerked slightly, but spoke to Lynn. "Hello."
"Hi, Barry," the woman's voice purred over the line, "I wanted to see how everything was. I hope you don't mind."
"No, not at all. In fact, things are going excellently. I've really been able to settle down to write."
"Wonderful! And ... the other?"
Barry pursed his lips, wondering what to say to her. "Well, I ... I have to admit that after you left, Kim and I ... talked it out, and I guess I was a bit hasty in my words to you and Tack."
"You just talked?" she prodded. "Is that all?"
"No."
"Good. I'd hate to think we had broken up your marriage."
"Don't worry. If anything, you have brought us closer together. I really must apologize for the way I acted. I do like you and Jack, and Kim feels the same way."
"We were worried, Jack and I. After all, we want you to be our friends, too, and we were afraid you held what happened against us." Lynn hesitated, pausing with the timing of a pro, and then said: "Would like to come over tonight?"
"I, uh, I don't know."
"For bridge. You and Kim did say you liked to play, didn't you?"
"Yes, we did. Let me ask and see if she would like to." Barry put his hand over the receiver and turned to his wife. "Kim, would you like to go over to the Goren's this evening for bridge?"
Kim looked at Barry, her expression one of consternation "Does that mean ... Are we supposed to ...?"
Barry shrugged. "We were invited for bridge. That's all we have to do. I'll see to that."
She nodded. "Yes, then I would like to. I haven't played bridge in ages. Besides, after last night, I thing it is something we ought to do. We have ... changed."
"Yes, we have," Barry said, then into the phone he spoke, "Lynn? Yes, we would like to come over tonight for a game of bridge."
"You want to fuck me too, Barry?" she whispered throatily, "Do you want to put that huge prick of yours in my pussy again?"
Barry felt fire burn through him M sudden, startled arousal. God damn, she was a nymphomaniac! She couldn't be satisfied by one man, or two, or perhaps a dozen! His loins began to smolder and he could tell that he was beginning to turn red in the face with the heat of her words. He took one quick, guilty look at his still smiling wife and then coolly said, "Wouldn't mind it, if I do say so, Lynn. When should we come?"
Lynn laughed at the double meaning. "Together, silly. I'll suck you if you want. I'll take all your cum in my mouth, and lick up any that spills. Like that?"
"Very much!" Barry felt some of his suaveness slipping away and his cock began edging into erection along his trouser leg. "Six o'clock, then?"
"Six will be fine, lover. More time to play that way. I'll even fix a snack, if you don't mind leftovers." Her words were like caressing fingers on his passions, and after she hung up, he was still aware of her presence. He felt the aching pangs of desire surging through his loins, and shakily he told Kim of this evenings plans-minus any mention of Lynn's provocative suggestions.
Kim dressed with care, deciding on a simple white wool sheath and gold accessories which highlighted her well formed legs and firm, proud breasts to their utmost. As she slipped on her pantyhose, she mused at the tantalizing thought of what might, what possibly could happen tonight with Jack, and she paused to lick her lips and rub her palms down her smooth, bare skin, feeling the touch of licentiousness, of pure animal wantonness.
And Jack Goren did indeed like the way she was dressed. He was standing on the front porch of his Sea Clift mansion, drink in hand, as she and Barry got out of their car that evening. He grinned at Kim, almost as though he were stripping her naked with his gaze, and at first she blushed and dropped her eyes, but then she found new strength and she raised her face to his in pert boldness.
"You're late," Goren said jovially.
"Fashionably so," Barry replied, shaking Goren's proffered hand. "You know how women are about getting ready."
Again Goren ran his lewd, lust perverted eyes over the compact dress on Kim, and he chuckled low in his throat. "It was worth it, Barry. Your wife certainly is beautiful."
The three of them walked inside, and Lynn greeted Kim and Barry as she stepped from the kitchen. She wore a sarong of silk, tied in the middle by a thin belt. It seemed to Barry that the only thing holding it on was the belt, and if it were loosened, the full, ripe body of this seductive female would be open to his pagan desires. As she walked toward them, he could also tell she wore no bra-possibly no panties, either-underneath, and the short skirt portion was barely below the soft swell of her proud thighs. A twitch of his cock made him jerk from the dream-like reaction he had at her presence, and he turned to Goren, saying: "Your wife is. just as beautiful, Jack. That's quite an outfit."
"Oh this?' Lynn retorted with modesty, "This is something I just threw on. You know how one likes to be comfortable around the house. And this is an informal get-together, isn't it?"
"Mmmmm," Kim said, sniffing the air. "What a delicious aroma. What are you cooking?" She smiled at Lynn, an open and admiring expression, no longer jealous of the other woman's physical possession of Barry. Not with Jack Goren so close at hand, she thought ... "It's about ready to serve. I thought we might play after a snack, and so I whipped up something from the tongue we had for supper last night. I sliced it thickly crossway, spread the slices with mustard, dipped it in melted butter and bread crumbs and am grilling it. I was just putting the finishing touches on the sauce diable."
"Sounds absolutely delicious," Barry said expansively. "Write down the recipe for Kim, would you?'
"Be glad to," Lynn replied, "Only wait to see if you like it. I served tongue a la diable one night, and a guest told me she wouldn't eat it because she never ate anything which came out of an animal's mouth."
"How stupid!" Kim said, "I would have offered her eggs, if it had been me!"
They all laughed, and the evening commenced on a good note. The drinks were served liberally, and the tongue a la diable was every bit as tasty as Barry had thought. After the meal, they all settled down to bridge, and in spite of the many drinks, the Sutten's found the Gorens to be extremely capable players. They split the partners with Kim across from Jack, and Barry facing Lynn, and in spite of himself, Barry found he was becoming more aroused with each hand as Lynn smiled or moved the tip of her tongue over her ruby lips, and squirmed delicately in her chair.
The conversation ranged on all subjects, and Kim was pleased to discover that Jack had other talents beside lovemaking. His opinions were forceful and well thought out.
"What do you think," Goren said as he dealt, "I mean, do you believe that the students, the young people of today, are right in their protests?"
Barry pursed his lips and then said, "Yes, I do. I think that these kids are sick of the hypocrisy we have in government, both in the colleges and the nation. I think they're telling us to shape up."
"Shape up?" Goren frowned at Barry. "You call their tearing down of institutions, doing millions of dollars worth of destruction a lesson in shaping up? Do you, Kim?"
"Don't involve me," she said. "I'm only a poor housewife. I stay away from politics and religion."
Goren bid one heart, and Kim was pleased to see she had seven card support for his suit. Lynn bid five clubs and Kim possibly from too much to drink, passed. Barry said seven clubs, which Goren promptly doubled.
"We live in an aged of mental pygmies," Goren said as the bidding ended with the seven club bid, doubled. "I'm not just saying that about our colleges, but about politicians of both parties, judges, liberal newspapers. You cannot possibly defend those who wish to destroy us, as they do."
"Are we so right that we cannot change?" Barry said.
"Change, hell yes, we should change. But we have ways and means to do it legally, depending on the will of the majority to decide what's right. Right now the people, are excusing both white and black racists out of fear, and are appeasing those who threaten us and consistently submit to demands that are loaded with reprisals if not met. It makes no sense."
Barry hoped that since they were playing a five-card major opening bid and there weren't 14 hearts in the deck, Lynn had made a psychic opening and was void of hearts. He led a ten of hearts, and soon learned when Lynn laid down her hand that it had been a disastrous bid. Lynn had no hearts, but she also lacked a necessary black ace to make their contract. He had to admit to himself that Jack's doubling had been wise.
"That's because we live in an era of rapidity" he retorted. Instant communication, instant transportation, instant everything, including change, and the eighty year old fogy's in Congress can't be moved fast enough, that's all. Take an example, you've heard of the new transport and passenger jet, the SST?"
"Yes," Goren admitted. "It's like the Boeing 747, I believe, only it's supersonic while the 747 is not."
"Right. Well one old senator voted for the 747 instead of the American SST because, as he put it, he didn't want to go anywhere at 1800 miles per hour. He just wanted to go places at 600 miles per hour. The way the good Lord intended."
Goren laughed heartily. "That's a perfect example of fuzzy thinking, Barry, if you don't mind me saying so. An old man'... what does he know, right? We condemn him as a conservative while we adore those who call themselves socialists, all of whom are self-centered swine whose sole purpose in their rantings is to satisfy their ego. Now if you had done more research on that gentlemen's comments, you would have found that his argument for the 747 is the fact that it is subsonic, and therefore would not cause the sonic boom, and the SST, the size of a football field and priced around $50 million, would not be permitted to fly supersonic over the United States or any other land because of its "bang-zone." And the SST is nine years behind the 747, its fares would be 20 to 40 percent higher but could only carry 60 percent of the passengers at 65 percent of the range of the 747. The SST, even if the flying restrictions were lifted, could not fly nonstop from New York to Athens, Chicago to Rome, San Francisco to Tokyo-but the boomless 747 can."
Barry, frustrated, began to splutter. "I suppose you believe in the fascist idea about Vietnam and the South, too.
Fascist? Because I love my country I'm a Fascist? Don't be silly! I don't think that we should have been in Asia in the first place, not in order to save the lazy and the cowards who roam the streets raping and looting in the name of freedom. They bleat about love, these sick kids, but what they really mean is bestiality! The only sane group are us taxpayers who stand idly by while our money is used to support these vermin. I say, though, that since we're in it, we should fight to win, not lose, and then come home where we belong and clean up our domestic mess!"
Kim could see the discussion was degenerating to an argument and might end up in a brawl unless she stopped it. She didn't understand the entire thing anyway, except that Barry was not as liberal as he appeared. He was arguing for the sake of it, and was mad at going down on his bid and losing considerable points because of the doubling. "All right, boys, continue your harangue some other time. Right now I'm exercising my right as a guest to ask for peace and quiet."
Lynn looked at her gratefully. "Thank you, Kim. I second your idea." She stood up and said, "I could use another drink. Anybody for another?"
Barry rose, grinning. "Sure. I'll join you." They walked to the bar at the other end of the room, leaving Kim and Goren alone for the first time. Kim couldn't help but feel the salacious eyes of the man upon her, and she smiled provocatively at him.
"That little display we put on for your husband and Lynn didn't seem to hurt you," Goren said. "He seems to show a preference for my wife tonight. Would you be willing to go to bed with me again if they were? You were awfully upset yesterday."
"Well," Kim said with a smile, "Let's just say I was a little shy the first time."
"Are you now?"
Kim felt her whole moral upbringing abandon her for a second time, and the surge of sexual freedom stirred her thighs and breasts with physical desire. "Not in the least," she breathed huskily at him. "I want you as much as Barry wants Lynn."
"That's a hell of a lot," he laughed. "Then we'll work out something later, all right?"
"Mmmmmm, love to," Kim replied, wrinkling her nose.
"We have two double beds, and I know Lynn won't mind. Will your husband object?"
Kim was suddenly, painfully aware exactly of what she had so openly led herself into. She could no longer hide behind the fallacious rationale of subjugation by Goren: she was making plans with him to let him fuck her with her husband right next to them, and no amount of excuses could hide that fact from realization. She shuddered at her wild abandonment of life long principles, and she hoped that Goren wouldn't demand too much of her, as she had never engaged in any unnatural sex acts until last night when she had sucked Barry. Yet the excitement of the occasion coursed through her, and she tingled all over with the picture of the orgy which was to happen. She lifted her glass and drank heavily, the liquor not quenching her inner fire but only making it flame still brighter.
Chapter 7
As Lynn mixed a fresh round of drinks, Barry stepped up close to her at the bar, feeling his heart pounding at the nearness of this provocative woman, his mind flashing back to the events of yesterday as he stood there. He could almost feel her butter-soft mouth enveloping his turgid cock, could almost taste the aphrodisiac which was her flowing cunt juice. Christ, he had really changed in the past forty-eight hours; if anyone had told him just last week that the events of the previous two days would take place, he would have called that person a liar. It was unbelievable; and yet, it was very real. As real as his prick now hardening in his pants at the nearness of Lynn Goren, as real as his hand which had moved, as if with a will of its own, to cup and knead one of Lynn's firm, pliant buttocks.
"Ummmm!" she whispered, leaning her body back against his hand, undulating her hips lightly. "That's nice, lover. Are you getting a little hot, or am I all wet?"
"You're all wet," he answered. "I'm a hell of a lot more than a little hot right now!"
"Do you have a hard-on, lover?"
"Jesus, yes!"
"Let me feel it," she said, and she put down the swizzle stick with which she had been stirring the drink she'd just built and reached her hand down to lightly fondle the now-bulging front of Barry's trousers. "Oh, my, my, my! You really do have a lovely hard-on, don't you?"
"Christ, Lynn, I want you!" Barry breathed, pressing his loins against her swelling buttocks. "I want to fuck you again!"
She chuckled huskily. "I know you do, lover. And I want to fuck you, too, make no mistake."
"I don't know how much longer I can wait."
"Why wait at all?" she asked. "We can go right down the hallway there and into the master bedroom."
"But ... what about Kim and Jack?"
Lynn chuckled again. "Don't worry about them. There's a set of double beds in the master bedroom."
"You mean we'll ... be doing it next to each other? I ... I mean, Kim and Jack will be right there ...?"
"Does the idea turn you off, lover?"
"Well ..." Barry stopped, considering. No, damn it, the idea didn't turn him off. In fact, it rather excited him. He could feel his prick jerk convulsively in his pants at the thought of fucking this seductive woman on a bed right next to where his wife was being tucked by another man. "No," he said at length. "No, it doesn't, it actually is pretty exciting."
"Isn't it?" Lynn said rhetorically. She fondled his prick again. "Shall we, lover?"
"Christ, yes!"
Barry followed Lynn down the hallway, leaving the drinks on the bar, forgotten. The master bedroom was large, with the two wide double beds being set close together. Lynn didn't turn on any lights, but there was a full moon tonight and its shine penetrated the Undraped windows at the far end, illuminating the room as brightly as if there had been a small lamp lit.
As soon as they were inside, and the door had been shut, Lynn turned and began to slowly, tantalizingly, undo the belt which held her sarong closed at the waist. When she had it loosened, she drew the folds of cloth slowly apart, opening it wide to allow his eyes to feast on what lay beneath. She was completely nude, and the soft bristles of her pubic triangle seemed to glow phosphorescently in the pale moonlight. She shrugged the garment from her shoulders, letting it puddle at her feet, and her body was a thing of sheer beauty, causing Barry's breath to spew from between his teeth hotly. Jesus, she was gorgeous! Kim was beautiful, but Lynn was ... well, alluring, a seductress, a temptress as old as the world.
"It's all yours, lover," Lynn said, stepping backward nimbly to the bed and then lying down and stretching her body out full length, catlike and graceful, drawing her legs apart to allow him to see the glistening, already lubricated folds of her lovely pulsating cunt. "All yours, to do whatever you want. What do you want to do, lover?"
Barry's eyes were hotly fastened to the magical entranceway to all the world's pleasure which lay waiting between her widespread legs. "I want to suck you first!" he hissed feverishly, feeling his cock jerk paroxysmically with lewd desire. "I want to lick your cunt and tongue your clit until you cum! I want to make you cum with my mouth!"
"Then do it, lover!" Lynn urged, rolling her hips in slow, provocative circles on the chenille bedspread, kneading her breasts with the palms of her hands in the exciting way she had. "But get naked first! Let me see that beautiful hard cock of yours! I want to look at it and hold it in my hand while you eat my pussy!"
Feverishly, his mind whirling with crazed lust, Barry tore at his clothing, throwing his shirt and trousers and underwear in a heap on the soft carpet between her wide splayed thighs, kneeling there momentarily and staring down at her surging, passion-lubricated vaginal slit as if it were some all-seeing oracle about to reveal to him all the secrete of the world. Lynn reached down and took hold of his thick, throbbing, blood-swollen cock and began to stroke it gently, teasingly, her thumb teasing the glands opening, using the lubrication which had begun to seep from it to moisten the entire head until it glistened in the pale light.
Finally, with a low moan of desire, Barry flung himself at the target which his eyes had been devouring, his mouth grinding into her wet, desire drenched cunt, his tongue driving into the vaginal opening with the force of a raping cock. Lynn cried out softly in ecstasy, jackknifing her legs upward to encircle his neck, raising her squirming buttocks off the bed, her hand still stroking his cock with her arm between her backside and the yielding mattress.
"That's it, lover!" she crooned. "Ohhh, yeses, that's nice, lover, tuck me with your tongue, ohhhhhh lover, fuck me with your long hard tongue until I cum!"
"Mmmmmmm!" Barry groaned deep in his throat, his mouth pressed tightly to her pungent cuntal mouth, his tongue flicking in and out of her hole in wild abandon, his mind dwelling on nothing now except this magnificent woman who was his to do with as he pleased.
Sitting at the bridge table, Kim suddenly realized that Barry and Lynn were nowhere to be seen. Had they ...? Well, yes of course; they'd gone into the bedroom, to ... yes, to tuck. Kim trembled at the lewd images which began to pass through her mind-images which had only yesterday caused her pain and revulsion, but which were now bringing arousal to her body, hardening her nipples beneath the sheath she wore, causing fluid to flow from her vagina and dampen her panties. She couldn't help it; she was a new woman, wasn't she? She had been awakened, and as such she was becoming a creature of the flesh, with thoughts of sex and lovemaking having a direct physical effect on her body, making her to want loving.
She squirmed slightly on her chair, opening and closing her thighs, and looked at Jack Goren. "Lynn and Barry seem to have disappeared," she said.
"So they have," Goren grinned. "And I know where."
"So do I," Kim said boldly. "I ... think we should go to the same place, don't you?"
Goren moistened his lips. "I do, indeed."
Lynn stood up, smoothing the sheath down over her flanks. "You'll have to lead the way."
He took her arm, feeling the heat of her hip and thigh pressed against his own leg, feeling his cock begin to harden. He led her down the hallway by the bar and opened the door to the master bedroom quietly, pushing it wide and then drawing Lynn across the threshold and slightly in front of him, so that her tightly encased buttocks were pressed hard back against his now turgid cock.
Kim inhaled sharply at what she saw in the soft moonlight streaming in through the window. There, on one of the beds, was her husband, kneeling between Lynn's legs raised vertically toward the ceiling, imprisoning his head there, his mouth buried in the soft fleece-lined vagina, his tongue burrowing deep into the slippery passage. He was making low, growling sounds in his throat as he labored, and Lynn was mewling delightedly at his ministrations, her hips churning wildly on the bed.
"Christ!" Goren said, moving his loins against the softness of Kim's buttocks. "How do you like that, honey. He's licking my wife's cunt!"
His words hissed into Kim's ear and she felt the prurient sensations which had gripped her body outside magnify in her mind. Her breath caught in her throat at what she was witnessing-and at the hard protuberance of Goren's cock pressing into the crevice back between her soft yielding buttocks. Her stomach was churning madly now as she listened to the slurping and sucking sounds of her husband as he suckled the twitching pussy of Goren's wife. And then Goren's hand slipped around to her front, slipped inside the low-cut sheath and inside her loosely-fitted bra to cup her entire nipple-hardening tit as if she were a pubescent child. She gasped softly as his thumb rolled over the nipple, and pressed her cheeks back against him with a little undulating motion that caused him to squeeze her breast painfully.
Into her ear he breathed hot breath and the words: "I want to tuck you, Kim. Now, right now. I want to tuck you in the asshole! Kim, I want to tuck you in the asshole!"
She stiffened for a brief instant at the vile words, at the idea of her virginal anus being rent asunder by his huge, bloated penis. But then the sight of her husband licking and slavering between Lynn Goren's legs, and the feel of Jack's hard, unresisting cock in the crevice of her buttocks, sent more ripples of desire surging through her body. Well, why not? Why not? Why shouldn't she let a man tuck her from behind? She had tasted a man's cock, Barry's cock, for the first time last night; her mouth was no longer a virgin, so why should she allow her anus to remain virginal? She was emancipated now, wasn't she? a woman of the flesh? Why not cast this last vestige of innocence to the wind as well?
She turned her head slightly and whispered, "Yes! Yes, Jack, fuck me back there! Put your cock between my legs back there. I want you to, Jack, I want you to!"
Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust at her acquiescing words, Goren pushed Kim toward the one remaining bed in the room. Once there, he turned her to demand that she strip naked-but she was one step ahead of him. Her fingers were already drawing down the zipper at the rear of her sheath, drawing it all the way down to the base of her spine and then she shrugged out of the garment and let it fall. She stepped out of the pool, unhooking her bra, letting her lust-swollen breasts bob forth, the nipples like chips of hot rock; she pulled her panties down, and stood before Goren completely nude, her eyes fastened on the oblivious couple only a few scant feet away, hearing them moan and mewl as their lust was being fulfilled-just as hers would soon be.
Goren had stripped his own clothes from his body by then, and his huge, oscillating, erect cock jutted out like some monstrous implement of delicious torture from his abdomen. He took Kim's tiny waist in his huge bands, his breath hot on her face, and turned her, forcing her down onto the bed on her hands and knees so that she was facing the wildly twitching couple on the other bed. He knelt behind her, holding his great prick in one hand only inches from the tiny puckered ring of her rectum while his eyes fastened on the tableau of Barry Sutton's insane licking of his wife's insatiable cunt.
Then, with his other hand, he began to stroke Barry's wife's soft white buttock mounds, teasing her rectum with the tip of his finger, enjoying the first moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat. Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into her anal opening, wiggling it around it inside, drawing greater whimpers of increasing desire from Kim's throat. He released his cock then and used both hands to draw wide apart the glistening moons of her upraised buttocks, stretching the rubbery opening wide with his thumbs. He leaned forward, so that the hard, fleshy head of his blood-engorged penis rested against the tiny, defenseless hole. He moved his hips, teasing the shaft along the crevice, poising it finally at the wrinkled, slightly cringing anal ring.
Kim was trembling with a mixture of momentary fear at what was about to happen, and intense lusting anticipation of it. She could feel the huge, bulbous head of Goren's prick resting at her asshole, and she thought: It's going to hurt, Oh God it's going to hurt when he shoves all of his gigantic cock into me. But I don't care, I want it to hurt, I want him to tuck me there. God, I'm so hot I can't stand it ... I can see Barry there, sucking Lynn's pussy, reveling in it, sopping up all of her juices and it's making me ...
"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed then, shutting off all her thoughts as a violent, shuddering pain rippled through her body. With a brutal forward thrust, Goren had bored his mighty cock far up into her tight, innocent asshole, tearing it through the membranes passage to bury it almost to the hilt. He clutched hard at her hips, flexing again as he thrust still deeper into her rectum, into the warm forbidden depths of her anal passage. The pressure pushed her forward, pushed her head down onto the chenille bedspread and prevented her from watching any longer the actions of her husband and Lynn on the next bed. Goren began heaving forward with long, sawing strokes now, the rubbery walls of Kim's asshole expanding before his invading sock until, finally, with one last savage lunge he buried every single inch of his tremendously expanded penis into her warm, tight anus.
"OOooooohhhhhh!" Kim moaned. "Ohhhhhh God, Jack, it hurts! It hurrrttttssss! Oh, I can't take it, it hurts too much!"
"Just ... relax, honey ... just relax and fuck back," Goren panted his instructions. It'll ... stop hurting ... in a little ... while ...
Numbly, Kim obeyed, grinding her buttocks back against his sawing cock. And suddenly, Goren's predictions came true; her anal pas sage grew accustomed to the great monster imbedded there, and she was overwhelmed in a sudden burst of desire. Yes, yes, she was de ginning to like it! She was beginning to enjoy this lewd, bestial sodomizing of her private, secret passage. Her head flailed from side to side and she buffeted back harder and harder against Goren's pistoning prick, feeling his bloated testicles resound as his belly smacked wildly against the upturned cheeks of her lovely, cream-white buttocks.
"Ohhh, yesssssss, Jack, you were right, it's goooodddd ... oh Jack, fuck it, tuck it harder, fuck my asshole harder ...!"
And Goren began to fuck it harder as he was bid, his balls filling, filling with his impending load of hot, steaming cum, his eyes still lewdly feasting on the salacious sight of his wife and Kim's husband on the adjoining bed ...
As he lay cradled between Lynn's imprisoning thighs, his face buried in the pungent, fervent moistness of her lusting crotch, his tongue and his lips sucking and licking the juice of her flowing cunt, Barry was only dimly aware of the bedroom door opening, of the entrance of someone. He heard the whispered voices, but Lynn's moans of pleasure drowned out the words; he wouldn't have been able to concentrate on them anyway, didn't care to hear them anyway. All that mattered for him at that moment was the delicious hair-lined pussy which was splayed open to his questing mouth, the hot piquancy of Lynn Goren's lovely sex which was his for the moment, his alone.
He knew of course that Kim and Jack had come to join them, but he didn't care; he didn't care that his wife was about to be fucked by Jack Goren, and the total lack of concern amazed him to some degree. Only yesterday, he had almost gone off the deep end at the sight of Goren burying his huge cock into the soft folds of Kim's pussy ... and now, he was passively condoning it. Only yesterday, he had been afraid of what Kim might say if she knew he was tucking and sucking Lynn Goren ... and now, he was doing it right before her eyes, with full knowledge of her presence. Strange, he thought as he drew his tongue the length of Lynn's magnificent, drooling slit, how one's life can change in a matter of just a few hours, how you can become a different human being with different outlooks and viewpoints in just two short days ...
He heard the springs of the adjacent bed squeak, and he knew that Kim and Jack were on it now, were probably completely naked, were probably fondling and kissing one another. The thought sent ripples of generous desire shooting through him, and he wanted to raise his head, wanted to see what they were, doing as they had been able to clearly see what he and Lynn were doing upon their entrance. But Lynn's hands were wrapped in his hair, and her thighs were like a vise around his neck, preventing him from moving his head at all except in an up and down motion as he licked and nibbled and tongued her beautiful cunt, as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
I hope she cums soon, he thought. I want her to cum so I can shove my cock in her mouth, deep in her mouth. Christ, I want to be sucked, I want to be sucked so damned bad my balls are aching for release. I want to be sucked while I watch my wife getting fucked silly by another man, that's what I want. I want to see the depraved sight while I shoot my sperm into another woman's throat and belly ...
"Aaaaagggghh!"
The sudden scream of tortured agony made Barry freeze, his tongue buried deep in Lynn's vagina, his teeth nibbling at one of the petal like cunt lips. That had been Kim ... Christ, what the hell was Goren doing to her? Barry wanted again to raise his head, but Lynn's hands were urgent in his hair and she was moaning for his to continue the torturous slavering of her pussy, moaning that she was nearing her climax, moaning for him to hurry, hurry, hurry!
Barry resumed his tonguing of her open vagina, and then: "Oohhhhhhhhh! Ooohhh God, Jack, it hurts! It hurrrrttttss! Oh, I can't take it, it hurts too much!"
And then Goren's harsh, panting words reached his ears: "Just ... relax, honey ... just relax and ... fuck back! It'll stop hurting ... in a little ... while ...
Damn it, Barry thought, what the hell were they doing? Fuck back, Goren had said. Was he giving it to her dog style? He had tried to get Kim to do it with him that way once, but she had steadfastly refused. And now she was doing it canine fashion with a man she hardly knew-
Again, Kim's voice screamed at his ears. "Ohhh, yesesssss, Jack you were right, it's go0000ddddd ... oh Jack, tuck it, tuck it harder, tuck my asshole harder ...
Her asshole! My God, Barry thought, he's fucking her in the asshole! Suddenly, he had to see it; he simply had to see this vile, depraved attack on his lovely, defenseless wife. His hands came up to pull Lynn's clasping legs from around his neck, oblivious to her cries of "Lover for God's ... sake, don't stop flow ... don't stop, I'm almost ... there!" He pulled his head from between her legs, bracing himself upward, his eyes swiveling to the opposite bed.
What he saw there-Goren's huge, pummeling cock disappearing, drawing part way out, disappearing again in the tiny puckered opening that was his wife's naked rectum-caused Barry's cock to jerk convulsively, wildly, almost as if he were about to cum. He stared in lust-perverted rapture at his wife's flailing head, her madly undulating buttocks jerking back against Goren's driving prick, her full, firm breasts dancing below her chest as she writhed and twisted and bucked every which way under the impossible assault.
God, he thought, oh God I wish that was me! I wish that was my cock in her asshole right now, thundering in there! Jesus, my balls are going to explode! I've got to put my cock in Lynn, but I want it in my wife ... wait! I can still have it in my wife! I can still put it in Kim! I can fuck her mouth! I can have her suck my cock, milk it dry like I've always wanted her to do! And I can do it while Goren's cock is buffeting her asshole!
The sudden, debauched thoughts were like an electric shock to Barry's hot, sweating body. He pulled away from Lynn, left the bed to stand before the other one, his cock throbbing and jerking before him like some crazed entity which was parasitically attached to his loins. Kim's head was pressed against the bedspread, her eyes tightly shut; behind her, Goren heaved forward like a rampaging bull, his eyes likewise squeezed tightly together, his fingers clawing at the soft white moons of Barry's wife's buttocks.
In a choked, barely audible voice, the result of his ever-increasing lust, Barry said, "Kim, raise your head. Raise your head and open your eyes."
"Barry ...?" Her voice came in a ragged gasp, almost a mewl, as Goren ripped mercilessly into her tight, expanding rectal passage.
"Yes, Barry," he said. "Raise your head, damn it, and open your eyes!"
Kim levered her body on her forearms, raising her and opening her eyes to look up at him. The first thing she saw was his huge cock, held lewdly in his hand now, seeming to sway hypnotically before her gaze. Her tongue came out to moisten her lips as she stared at the unseeing eye dripping fluid in the huge, purplishly swollen glands.
"I'm going to put it in your mouth, baby!" Barry whispered hoarsely. "I want you to suck me!"
Kim began to tremble with a renewed surge of fire. The idea of sucking her husband while Jack Goren ripped and tore at her backside was wild and somehow appealing. Yes, yes, it would be just what she needed, to have her anus and her mouth filled with the hot flowing cum of two men, one her husband whom she loved deeply and the other the man who had opened the gates to her new life as a full-blooded woman. It would destroy the woman she had once been completely and totally.
"Yes!" she breathed. "Yes, darling, let me suck it! Give it to me now, darling Barry, put it in my mouth and let me suck all the cum out of it, let me suck it dry, darling darling Barry ...!"
With a groan of sheer animal lust, Barry moved forward, guiding his palpitating, seminally-moist cock to her parted, waiting mouth. She tasted the bittersweet flavor of his lubrication against her lips, felt the heavy bloated head resting against them, and then she opened her mouth to accept the offering. She was acutely aware of Goren's pile-driving cock burgeoning into her now expanded, now, accepting anal passage, enjoying the heaving thrusts now; and she was dimly aware of Lynn's voice saying, "Damn you, Barry, why didn't you wait until I climaxed before you left me? Damn you, you could have let me suck you afterwards, or I could have done it myself! Damn you, damn you, damn you, now I've got to make myself cum with my hand while the three of you have all the fun! But wait, you just wait until later ..." But the only thing which was important at that moment, really important to Kim, was her husband's hardened throbbing cock.
Her hot, wet mouth seized what it needed so desperately-her husband's member, an integral part of the man she loved-and she began to suck him slowly, agonizingly, running her tongue wetly around and around the slippery bead, easing the tip of her tongue into the open slit of the glands. Her head pumped abandonly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of the thick shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster, and Barry's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own movement to her pistoning head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working together, like a perfectly tuned machine. Kim could feel the dripping shaft batter against her larynx, but she made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there, her lips ovaling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot white load of his sperm from his balls like a siphon.
She rolled and flung her buttocks back against Goren's forward-driving shaft, feeling it deep in her belly, her mouth working harder and faster on Barry's cock; he moaned and thrust desperately into her mouth, a wailing gasp tearing from his throat as the moment of his climax neared. Kim was mewling and moaning like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself to the wondrous feelings of two cocks sunk deep within her either end, about to flood her, drown her, consume her with gushing semen. Her hips swirled more wildly around Goren's prick; her lips swirled more wildly around Barry's, and her own orgasm was building, building. It wouldn't be long now for, any of them, it wouldn't be long now.
Suddenly, Barry emitted a loud, grunting sigh of release and he jammed his hips forward, burying his cock deep in his wife's soft, warm mouth. Her throat tightened and un-tightened as torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed from his wildly jerking rod, swallowing desperately to keep from choking on the frothing sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied.
And then, behind her, Goren's fingers dug painfully into her hips, the nails drawing blood there, and he began to chant crazily, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" His cock began to jerk then, as Barry's was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot semen erupt along his urethra tube from the cauldrons of his balls and fill her anus to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her churning ass cheek, along the backs of her thighs, and pool on the bedspread beneath her flailing body.
"Keep sucking, keeeepppp succckkkiingggg!" Barry howled, convulsively spasming forward. "Suck all of it, suck all of itttt!'
"Ooooohhhhh!" Goren wailed behind her.
And then, as if their mutual cries of delight were the final trigger of her own coming orgasm, Kim felt the beginnings of wild, rapturous, kaleidoscopic release take hold of her own body. She gurgled and squealed around Barry's prick, still swallowing his seemingly never ending flow of sticky-hot sperm, trying not to lose a single precious drop of his seed. She reached a pinnacle of pleasure she had never known existed in the world, a height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that her mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of the pleasure-pain.
Finally after a long long time, she collapsed forward on the bed, the two bliss-giving penises slipping from her mouth and her forever stretched rectum with loud, wet, simultaneous plopping sounds. In her stomach there was a pleasant burning, and she thought in her satiated state that it was the blending of Goren's cum and Barry's and her own, all the juices having flowed there from whence they were pumped into her, or from her own secreting glands.
It's beautiful, she thought, it's so beautiful ... Oh God, I've just seen heaven, and now I'm back on earth ... but not for Long, for I will visit it again and again and again now that I've known what it can be like, what it is ...
She felt her head being lifted, and then lowered again onto a warm, hairy thigh. Her husband's voice began whispering soft sweet words of love to her, his soft, gentle hands stroking her hair, and she moved her head around on his thigh until her mouth located his now flaccid cock cradled in the wrinkled sac of his spent balls. She flicked out her tongue, licking his still warm cum from the spongy member and from the pungent scrotum in grateful adulation ...
And then, in that moment, a strange and amused male voice said from the bedroom doorway: "Hot damn, it looks like we've got one hell of an orgy going on here! One hell of an orgy that's going to get even better once everybody joins in!"
Chapter 8
The man in the doorway was large, with bright red hair, and had his arm around a young girl barely past her teens, who leaned against his chest, her eyes aglow with passionate response to the scene before her.
"What's going on?" Kim shuddered, lifting her head with abject mortification from Barry's loins. The sperm seemed to congeal within her as she tried to squirm away from their lascivious gazes. "Who ... who are these people?"
"Friends, Kim," Goren said expansively.
"Come on in, Harry. And you, too, Lorene. Good to see you again!"
"Hey!" came a yell from the living room, "How about us?" To Kim's further horror, another two people came into the bedroom. The woman was tall and well proportioned, with magnificent breasts, pearl white and barely concealed in a low-cut blouse. She was rubbing the front of a boy's pants, the bulge she had caused obvious to the world. The boy was grinning madly, his tongue licking his dry, trembling lips, and he was the obvious mate to the pubertal girl named Lorene. "Hi, everybody!" the woman said. "Glad to see you're enjoying yourselves."
"Hey, Doris!" called out Gore; "C'mon in!"
"Please, Jack," moaned Kim, "Send them away."
"What? Just as the party is beginning? Hardly!"
Kim began to feel hot tears of frustration and fear swelling in her eyes. So this was the real reason behind the "bridge game." No ... no ... it was not the simple little wife swapping she had been led to believe, this was the group sex that Lynn had talked about yesterday. Group sex ... the ultimate in pure physical gratification, with no; even the rational of affection between the partners. She stiffened, dizziness overtaking her, and she glanced at her husband, unsure of her own true emotions. Is this what I really want? she asked herself.
Doris strode across the bedroom to Barry who looked at her with amazement, and he reached down and grasped his limp cock firmly in her hands murmuring. "I like you. Maybe we can fuck each other later on?"
Barry didn't speak at once. He stared at her hand as she began to beat his cock from flaccidity to a semblance of erection. He blinked, but spread his legs wider in dazed comprehension of her words. "Look ... what the hell is this anyway?" He took a deep breath, his penis impossibly leaping to full grandeur under the ministrations of the strange woman. "Jesus! I don't believe this!"
"You will in a while," she tittered lightly.
Kim, her eyes wide with shock, looked back at the other three strangers. They were undressing on the spot, laughing and gaily making comments about the fun to be had, kicking their garments from them in haste. With a squeal, the girl raced for Goren, throwing herself upon him, her hands grasping him as Barry was held, around the thick shaft of his penis. Goren laughed again and reached over and caressed one pear-shaped breast, soft and pliant and promising, and kissed her full on her tender young lips. He gasped as she skinned his foreskin away and his red-fleshed head popped out, and she dropped to lick her eager tongue on the glands.
With a cry of abandon, the boy revealed his own virile cock in violent erection. both men approached the bed where Kim lay cowering on the sheets, their movement a frenzy of glistening bodies, their muscles rippling and quivering, their long, inflamed cocks dancing in front of them with palpitate heat of excitement, their balls swinging against their thighs, their buttocks hollowing and tensing. Abruptly Harry, his pubic hair the same wild color as his hair, put his arm about Kim in an embrace. At first she resisted, her joints seeming to freeze from the unnatural contact, but as his hands covered the nipples of her breasts and began to knead and thumb them into rock hardness, she found herself moaning with unrestrained passion. "Some party," he whispered into her ear, "But you did know we were coming, didn't you?"
"No, I didn't."
"Leave that to Jack to pull a fast one. Is this your first time?"
"Yes," she nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid so. I never dreamed that this would happen. I don't know if I should ..."
"What's the matter? You've been screwing Goren haven't you?" He threw back his head and grinned with lewd disregard for her inner torment. "Hell, I'm a better fuck than he'll ever be! Now, c'mon, get with it. Let it all hang out!"
Kim took one more quick look at her husband before submitting to this lust perverted animal. Barry was groaning aloud, thrashing on the bed as Doris leaned over and thrust his cock deep into her mouth in one long, slow continuous sucking movement, her warm, wet cavern of her cheeks sending a wild spasm of ecstasy soaring through his wracked body. "Oh man," he gurgled. Then Kim looked around the rest of the room, seeing the pairing of mates, and she could scarcely believe the carnal activity which had been so cruelly thrust upon her senses.
Lynn, passionate from her masturbating fingers, had attacked the young boy with complete abandon. She was teasing him, bending slightly forward so that he couldn't reach between her thighs and to further hinder him from inserting his throbbing cock into her voraciously, throbbing vagina, she had put her slim hands around his prick and was rubbing the swollen member with her palms, working the tender skin up and down over the glands as as driblets of sticky, lubricating fluid seeped from its tiny orifice and his balls moved sensuously around his lean thighs. Lorene was on all fours over Goren, who had his knees behind her and was bucking away at her buttocks, tucking her mercilessly in the rectum with savage, repeating blows.
Doris' head still bobbed like a yo-yo around Barry's straining prick as though her mouth was on a string, and her hands and knees were in between his legs as his prick soared hard up into her face until her nose smacked licentiously into the matted pubic hair below.
"That's it, Doris," her husband breathed hotly, "Suck him good, you bitch." He delved down the slim but quivering flanks of Kim, and then dipped his middle finger into her pubic hair, still soaked from Goren's cum of a few minutes past, and Kim, horrified, found herself aroused. Her thighs jerked spasmodically and began to involuntarily open for his touch, and then he rubbed and caressed the blood-inflated lips of her red-rimmed pussy, and he moaned with sudden passion.
"Oh, God," she gasped, "This is terrible, terrible."
"No, baby, it's the living end," Harry said. "I really like seeing my wife get it. Don't you like watching, too?"
"Your wife-!" Kim's brain reeled as she realized that he was just like she was, involved with another person's mate while panting with excitement over the view of the sex acts in front of them. No, it wasn't terrible, it was beautiful! Beautiful! And Kim leaned back on the bed sheets and spread her legs wide to Harry's talented hand as he rummaged and pillaged her surrendering cunt.
Doris took one last lick on Barry's cock, and then jerked upright and turned around, placing her wet, almost writhing pussy directly in front of him, and in wide open display before Kim as well. Kim watched in unbelieving fascination as Doris gradually bent forward until the breadth of her buttocks jutted toward Barry's face and Barry obscenely rotated upward to meet the widespread lips of her vagina. Doris' thighs tensed and then rippled in slim strength as she shifted on her feet and she reached back and gently pulled apart her buttocks, disclosing the dark, still more depraved, hole of her anus.
Around the revealed asshole, which seemed so raw and vulnerable, were a few stray black hairs, and she twisted her buttocks, letting the tufts wave tauntingly at Barry. He groaned and began to manipulate his own cock with his hand and he lurched toward her buttocks. Doris grabbed the stiff ramrod and it slid forward into her waiting cunt with hot, slippery ease. Barry took hold of her loins with his hands and hauled her to him with a resounding slap. He leaned over her; squeezing her distended breasts as he pumped into her open cunt with complete ferocity, attacking and retreating unmercifully.
"Now, baby? You want me now?" Harry said lewdly.
"Yes," mewled Kim, watching her husband fuck his wife. "Anything you want ... anything at all. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Kim pushed her cunt up to Harry, her whole body aflame with unwanted desire. She could not help herself, and she knew she really, deep down inside, did not want to. She realized the full meaning of group sex, its marvelous mechanism for satiating the appetite of a full, red-blooded woman. God! Why doesn't he take me now!
She looked at Harry's enormous cock, which stood out from the folds of his belly and abdomen like some pagan spear, tipped with the clear fluid of love-juice. Her face contorted with passion at the thought of that strange member buried to its hilt in her vagina ... or mouth or anus ... Oh God, it was monstrous and webbed from glands to base with heavy, throbbing blue veins, giving gleaming advance warning of the carnality it was about to perform.
"Like it, baby?" Harry smiled lopsidedly at her.
"Yes, yes, I love it!"
"Good, because I'm going to put it up your cunt so far you're going to spit it out." His grin broadened into a toothy smile. "But first I'm going to lick that aching pussy of yours, suck up all that good honey you've been spreading down there."
Kim stretched out languorously, her thighs splayed wide on either side of him, her toes curled with expectation. All thoughts of modesty and of caring whether she truly desired this man were vanished, and she let a soft moan of delight escape from her lips and she squirmed her buttocks down on the mattress, inciting his lustful prowess still further.
Harry touched her and a million spine tingling jolts went through her loins and belly. Automatically her hands moved to her breasts, her thumb and forefinger plucking at her nipples and areoles as Harry had done, like a hungry bird of prey pecking at her skin, and more sensations rocked her body.
Involuntarily Harry sucked in his breath, and he could feel the blood drubbing painfully into his expanded, purplish head. Tiny drops of seminal fluid grouped around the eye of his glands as he leaned down, his cock rubbing along her inner thigh, smearing the sticky substance against her skin. Then, with thumbs pressed against her hair-lined cunt-lips, Harry tenderly spread the soft yielding walls of her pussy until its moist, coral lusciousness opened and he saw the jeweled splendor of her clitoris. He felt Kim's warm thighs quiver and he heard her breath gasp from her throbbing throat, and with the touch of an expert, he leaned forward and his hot wet lips closed over the soft protuberance at the apex of her belly.
"00000hhhh," Kim groaned, raising her head to stare down between her manipulated breasts at his lowered head in her crotch. She spasmed as he planted long, full kisses on the soft fleece of her upraised thighs, his tongue flicking snake-like at her gaping opening.
Kim continued her sensuous fondling of her breasts then slid her hands down along her stomach to rest on either side of Harry's gently nibbling lips. Her fingers stroked her pubic hair as her mind raced with the overwhelming sensations. Momentary thoughts of Barry flashed through her, but then they were gone, and she spread the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her cunt slowly apart, allowing the red-haired man complete access to her wet, pulsating vagina.
Her elbows pressed against her sides and she lolled her head from side to side as his searing mouth burned the core of her being, and his tongue wrapped itself around her erected clitoris. Dear God! His lips sucked, drawing warm folds deep within his mouth, gently biting the skin as his tongue continued the maddening licking around the urgent pink smoothness of her surging flesh. She groaned lustily, and then her eyes caught another sight, a sight so alien to her consciousness, that she bolted half upright, her legs rigid.
"My God!" Kim gasped, "there's a dog in here!"
A large German Shepherd was indeed sitting on its haunches just inside the doorway, its bushy tail wagging furiously as though it understood the lascivious rites it was witnessing. His tongue hung over thick ruby lips, the mouth ajar so that long canine fangs gleamed with pearl iridescence in the light, and his ears were cocked attentively.
"Don't get upset, baby," Harry crooned, his head still buried in her pussy. "That's only Caesar, my dog. Relax. You don't really mind if he watches, too, do you?"
Why not? Everybody else was watching or doing ... why not his damned dog? She sighed, and the sudden, unexpected thought of the German Shepherd departed, to be replaced by the enrapturement of Harry's hungry, massaging mouth.
Her moans of swelling arousal drove his tongue faster and he worked his way up and down her genitals until they burned ... Yes! yes! she heard herself wish crazily, yes I still need it so bad and he is doing his best! Her hands clawed his hair, attempting to guide his face to the small palpitating cuntal opening, and he plunged into her soft-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing to tantalize her ragged pink edges.
Kim cried aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his nose directly on her pubes, and his mouth rammed deep down to cover the squirming crotch and bring low guttural moans from this delicate morsel whose soft wide thighs clasped spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina sucked him and tried to extract his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It was as if her hair-lined mouth was a devouring animal unleashed with lust-inspired force, ripping his tongue out by the roots, and her heels snaked up and out, pushing down against his back, making him bury himself still further in the soft, trembling trap between her uplifted legs. His nostrils inhaled the poignant aromas of her throbbing clitoris and her lusty, lubricious state.
Harry could stand it no longer. He stopped, causing her to cord the muscles of her unreleased body, and she tried to stop him with her legs, but he was too strong. "I want you to suck me, baby. Suck me as I did you. Now ..." he slithered down on the bed and threw his legs wide, his swelling cock a straight arrow upwards toward the ceiling. It seemed to Kim she had never seen such a gorgeous sight in all her life. She had to have it, she had to taste that prick in her mouth, feel it swirl around her tongue and cheeks, and with a panting moan she turned and crawled over Harry. His cock leaped as he saw her insatiable desire, and then she posed her nudity over him, smoothing her hands over her taut breasts and firm thighs, finally moving toward the sensitive white flesh of her inner thighs and upward to the silky mound he had just finished sucking. Kim's fingers slowly glided into the fleshy fold of her cunt-lips, gently spreading the still wet slit until it opened like a new-flowering bud and she thrust her loins toward him so that he might better view her moist, coral flesh. Then quickly she licked her lips and climbing down between his legs she took his cement like pillar in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole into her throat. She began to purr kitten fashion while he tenderly caressed her soft hair and his cock swelled to fill her sucking mouth.
She milked his cock with her throat muscles in a manner that even her tight cunt could not match, and the length of her tongue laved the underside of his shaft while the tip taunted the base of his member and a portion of his testicles with insurmountable pleasure.
As they lay there, on the bed with the other, wildly fucking couples, Caesar stood at attention, his massive head tilted to one side and little throaty whines coming from his lips. As the dog watched Kim began to waggle her smooth-white buttocks and she hummed, Harry's heavy and throbbing cock vibrating and nearly reaching her stomach. The hot breath from her nostrils against his pubic hair sent further spasms of delight rippling through the man and then Kim cupped his balls, causing the sperm-bloated sacs to quiver as she manipulated and squeezed them. Her throat exploited his prick in her effort to suck him dry.
Harry lifted his head from the bed and stared down at his hard shaft completely absorbed by Kim's lust contorted face. The sight of her ovaled lips massaging his resilient skin increased his fever a hundred-fold and he groaned with madness. She tantalized the ball with one hand while her thumb and forefinger of her other hand stroked his mighty base as she continued to suck up and down. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bob up and down as simultaneously she worked her buttocks in undulating circles and Caesar relentlessly hammered his long tail on the floor.
"Turn ... turn over," groaned Harry. I want to fuck you in the mouth with me above." He pulled at her, and slave-like she obeyed. They twisted and writhed until he was on all fours, straddling her breasts, his turgid cock still firmly fastened between her teeth. Her body was under his, spread out in writhing lewdness between his bent legs, as he leaned over her and pumped voraciously into her insatiable mouth. Kim slid her hands along his inner thighs as she continued her sucking, and great swirls of heat were building up in the unreachable depths of his balls as he watched her face working on his loins. He could see the rivulets of sweat roll in thin lines down her sides as she bucked beneath him, and the muscles of his back seemed to be ready to snap from the pressure of arching above her greedily clinging mouth.
Suddenly there was a little commotion on the bed beside her, and Kim bent her head slightly, though never losing the stride of her sucking motion, and saw Jack Goren, a sadistic grin on his face, climbing astraddle of the young girl. He took her brutally by the hair and at the same time thrust forward with his thick penis, and rammed his head into the split anus of Lorene. The child's eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film that sent a shiver of excitement through Kim's own naked body, and Lorene began to gyrate her impaled buttocks against Goren with complete abandonment.
Kim heard Goren croon with delight and gasp as he sawed rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep into the confines of the girl's rectum. The reddish skin of the little round hole drew back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out, and then her white-smooth ass swallowed his shaft until it was submerged with not even a half inch of it showing, its chunky, bloated head touching her quaking bowels. "0000oooohhh," the girl moaned, "00000000hhh, fuck It, Jack, fuck it fuck it fuck it ..." She was moaning and adding to the joy by wildly moving her ass and hollowing her back. Kim watched her profile, seeing her lips bared from her teeth as she smiled back at Kim, her long golden hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like some mad woman, and her complexion the shade of her anus.
"Oh yessssss ..." the girl said. She rotated and squirmed, and it seemed to Kim that she was moving closer to her, slowly attempting to slide on her knees, while still dancing against Goren. Kim redoubled her efforts, wrapping her hands around the lowered shaft of Harry's cock while she sucked at the hard rod which tucked her mouth. Her tight elastic lips worked with all their might, her cheeks hollowing on every outstroke and expanding on the in stroke. Harry grinned salaciously from above as he watched Lorene edge her way closer to them and then he looked down at the unsuspecting Kim.
Then the girl was next to Kim, grazing the satin flesh with her body as still the giant pistoning cock of Goren lashed into her backsides. Goren, as if knowing what was In store, moved with the girl as she slipped down the bedspread, lower and lower, until her face gazed hungrily on Kim's open crotch. Then one slim hand moved forward, her other balancing her as Goren drove with repeated battering, and Kim gasped with the invasion of Lorene's fingers. Kim felt a strange hand catch her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender understanding way that only a woman could know. Her upbringing had never accepted this sort of sick thing, let alone any of the other acts she had been doing that night, but at the moment she began to tremble all over with the forbiddenness of the situation. Her being was unfulfilled, and she couldn't, even if she had wanted to, resist the young woman's advances.
Goren flailed at the girl's ass-hole, urging her onto more perverted acts with Kim's body. "Touch," he commanded. "That's It. Let me see you feel her cunt, baby. Stick your hand in there and enjoy yourself while I fuck you back here I"
The alien fingers needed no urging. Like spiders they slithered down Kim's body and curled their tantalizing way into the brush of fleecy pubic hair. And in spite of her shame, Kim could not help but respond. She sucked voraciously at Harry's cock as the hand groveled in her crotch with tantalizing touches, running over her breasts, her sides and legs, only to return to the lubricious hole of her vagina and the little anus below. Lorene flicked a tender finger against the ring, and said, "I am going to make you come like a volcano ..."
Kim moaned through full lips, "Oh yes, yes please ..."
Thick fluid began to spill from the corners of Kim's reveling mouth as Harry, turning to see the action behind him, felt the rumbling cauldron of his balls begin to explode. Kim continued to suck at his cock like some wanton whore, and the thick pummeling instrument seemed to vanish into the fusion of her face as he drove with hollowing buttocks far into her mouth like some distended pile-driver. His coarse pubic hair caressed her nose and his balls slapped her chin in lewd unison to her strokes.
Kim shuddered again as Lorene put her lips to the wildly coursing cunt before her and kissed it long and tenderly. Dimly Kim realized that Harry was about to cum and she was afraid she would strangle in her position, but still she slavered on.
Until Harry jerked his cock out of her mouth and held it above her starving cheeks, his fingers a contrast on the glistening huge red-eyed glands but a scant two inches from her.
"Oh no," Kim groaned, "Please, I must have it, I must!" She tried to pull him down to her, her mouth gaping at his jumping prick. But before she could close the distance, he gasped and hot sticky semen flowed from it directly into her mouth, the searing cavern wide in anticipation of what it was about to receive. The thick, quick spurts streamed like milk from a cow's udder, filling her mouth to the brim, and she swallowed, trying not to lose a drop of the boiling, lust infused potion. Her Adam's apple bobbed as it tried to keep up with the ejaculating penis.
As Harry's cock pumped its remaining liquid and throbbed into stillness, Kim desperately lifted her head to catch the last thin streams which ran down his cock and she tried to take the deflating prick in her mouth.
"Please, oh for God's sake," she whimpered, "I'm going mad inside. Fuck me, tuck me now!"
Harry chuckled and rolled off and stretched out beside her across from the girl. "Not with Lorene to keep you warm," he said with a leer.
"Dear God," Kim breathed. What now ... what does he mean? I'm going out of my mind. That girl ... that Lorene's lickings ... are driving me wild!
Kim raised her head to watch in half revulsion as the young girl nestled her face in the hollow of her open thighs, and behind her kneeling body, the crude figure of Goren humping away with increasingly savage strokes into Lorene's tightly clenched rectum. She let her eyes rove over the loveliness of the blonde girl's voluptuous nakedness, and she felt the soft kisses on her skin and the hot puffs of breath on her creases and the magic tongue licking her cleft, simply licking in long strokes from top to bottom, not entering yet, but bringing Kim to raise her loins with each slow licking of her sensitive labia. Her clitoris hardened even more as it peeked out further to enjoy a grazing tickle and she hissed and squirmed and writhed insanely-then as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped.
Kim couldn't stand it. She had been played and brought along to such a peak of sexual frenzy that she had to have release, even by this girl. She curled around, trying to urge Lorene to further manipulations, kissing and playing with the girl's lips, closing her eyes as she felt soft lips answer back. Her hand engulfed the small, young breast with its berrylike nipple and then she turned completely around so that she could send her tongue swiftly flickering over Lorene's breasts, while Lorene lowered her head and sucked her areoles and nipples to hardness. Kim worked her throat insanely, wriggling still further down between the arms and legs of the girl, kissing and licking her ribs and stomach and belly with an eager and fervently lashing mouth ... tongue ... lips. Lorene pressed her mouth in encouragement, her tongue Invading in return as she gently contacted Kim's lower parts, and then ... at last, they lay in reverse to each other, each with their mouths glued tightly to the others seething wet cunt. Their tongues lashed everywhere, slipping in the juices of their vaginas, and always returning to the sensitive, tingling clitoris.
Kim looked up at the honey blond pussy, its long red slit trailing along her buttocks to where Goren's massive cock split it, its length buried to the hilt up her wide-spread anus, his heavy balls pulsating before her. She could see the puckered red opening of the anus as it clamped around the surging prick, and the beautiful moon-shaped buttocks as they swayed rhythmically and the enticing pink flesh and the sparkling droplets as they clung to her golden fleece. The musky scent was overpowering and Kim lashed out with her tongue again, going around Lorene's clitoris as she had just a second before, and she found her tongue clasped by the girl's cuntal petals, and her own lips came in contact with the soft pubic hair as she stretched her tongue to its entirely and stabbed the erect bud of the clitoris.
Then with uncontained lust, she reached higher and nuzzled Goren's testicles, taunting the half-exposed member with the tip of her tongue as she swallowed the open cunt, finally sucking the inner-lips and clitoris in her mouth simultaneously. She raised her buttocks around Lorene's ravaging mouth, pressing her gleaming pussy until she felt the girl's nose against her plundering hole. Furiously she tasted the sweet delicious cunt above her and the tangy saltiness of Goren as he fucked, her own unsated passion mounting and mounting.
Several sighs of envy seemed to come from the others, who had, at different times, released their animalistic passions around Kim. The boy and Barry crawled over to Kim and moved Harry aside so that they could lay beside Kim and reached for her hands, their cocks hardened and pointing ceiling ward.
"Christ look at them go!" the boy said.
Barry could only groan and then place his wife's fingers around his prick just as the boy had done on the other side of her. Automatically Kim's soft white fingers closed around the cocks and began to stroke them rhythmically, massaging them up and down to the same magic tempo of her and Lorene's oral fucking and Goren's sodomic perversion. Barry cupped one of Kim's breasts as Lorene moved her hands to spread the steaming cunt below her.
"Somebody, please fuck me!" Kim screamed. "I must have cock! You hear? Somebody stick their cock in me! Please!"
Harry, sitting cross legged with Lynn licking his cock in an attempt to get new life into it, laughed expansively. "Are you really ready, baby?"
"Ohhbhhh, yes, yes, I am!"
"Then raise your ass up. That's it! High!"
"Yes! Yes!" Kim cried, her tongue still buried in Lorene's quivering cunt as she thrust her behind as high as it would go.
"Get ready for the finest fuck you have ever had," Harry said, and then he snapped out, "Caesar!"
Kim felt the bed give and the strange presence of another weight climb on it, and suddenly she felt a clasping around her waist and a slippery yet hard, rubbery spike rub along her legs. Again and again the shaft danced near her spread-eagled hole, and yet it never quite made it in, and with a moan of desperation, Kim reached down and impaled her half crazed vagina full upon it.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhhh," she moaned as the long prick soared up in her cunt, quelling the burning demon which tore her innards asunder. The cock burst through her belly like a bullet, and she cared not who had supplied the weapon, only that his penis was battling the hungry wet walls of her vaginal tunnel. She sucked at Lorene's delectable young pussy as the girl twisted around to make room, licking and kissing it as her lover expanded his cock into a swelling, pile-driver which hit her womb. And then she reached down again, only this time to caress and encourage the man who had been so kind to her, and she felt fur and hairy forepaws as they wound around her waist.
Oh my God, she screamed inwardly ... it's that dog! It's Caesar who's juicing me! A low wail escaped her, and she flayed her head back and forth as she though of the mammoth brute expanding his animal penis inside her emit like a balloon. It was too late, she couldn't stop it ... she couldn't stop herself from the rising tide of her sensations ... he was like a hammering machine, and he was beautiful ... absolutely the finest! Wildly she returned to lick and tongue Lorene's wildly bucking cunt as the girl lowered herself on Kim's open mouth, grinding her pussy like a plundering abyss on the face below.
"Ooooo000000hhbhhbhh," Kim said in muffled squeals, "I'm ... I'm ... going. going to ... cummmmmmm!"
"Fuck the dog, damn you!" shouted Goren, "Pound that ass of yours tight up there!"
As Kim cried out with her impending climax, Caesar suddenly gave a savage thrust deep within her entrails and let loose a stream of thick, scalding juice, and he flooded her vagina with jack-hammer lunges full of hot, sticky cum. Long jets of it ricocheted off her cuntal sides and steamed from her pussy to flow like lava down her thighs and pool in coagulated puddles on the squeaking bed below.
She came, screaming from the size of her release and she heaved her buttocks against the pounding loins of the German Shepherd as his cock continued to empty inside her with unbelievable force. Her thighs trembled and her belly quivered as though some giant pressure was beating down upon her, and her brain reeled insanely from the sensual reactions traversing through every bone and sinew of her lust crazed system. She was in Valhalla again, beautiful Valhalla! Faintly she heard Goren cry out and her husband's guttural groans and Lorene howl, but it was all in the background of her mind, and then she collapsed, a heavy black sleep engulfing her.
Later, and into the wee hours of the morning, pretending to enjoy themselves and wishing rotate by turns, abandoning themselves to frantic surges of lust, alternating cunt and asshole and cock until they were ready to drop from exertion. And then, they rolled off the beds in complete absolute depravity, boy and girl and dog, pawing and clawing at each other, squirming and groaning, hot and hungry for their delirious partners. Finally, at a quarter to four, Barry picked up the now sleeping Kim in his arms, and with Goren following with their clothes, walked naked to their car. He 'thanked Goren and the guests for a wonderful time, put Kim in beside him, and drove home, a contented, fully satisfied man.
Chapter 9
Barry completed his novel less than three months after that night, and it was accepted by his publisher with enthusiasm and praise and a promise of an unlimited promotion campaign to put it on the best-seller list. The publisher also requested a sequel to the novel, assuring Barry of a handsome five thousand dollar advance against nothing more than an approved outline.
Once the news of his success leaked out to Barry's former co-workers on the Sentinel, and to those San Franciscans who gave parties in honor of literary figures, Barry and Kim were inundated with invitations to get-togethers. They turned down most, but were forced by social necessity to accept one or two here and there. As Barry put it, "Going to one of these things once in awhile is a necessary evil. But I'd much rather move within our own circle of close friends."
"Like the Gorens?" Kim had asked teasingly.
"Like the Gorens," Barry bad agreed, winking. "And like Caesar, too."
At one of the parties, given by another former fellow Sentinel reporter named Phillips, Kim and Barry were standing on the patio, presenting to enjoy themselves and wishing enough time would elapse so they could make a graceful exit. Kim was restless, and kept moistening her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. Barry knew that she was becoming progressively hornier, for Kim's sexual appetite had heightened unbelievably since that orgiastic night at the Gorena' Sea Cliff mansion. She couldn't seem to get enough of him, his cock, his mouth, his tongue, every inch of his body. She was a new woman, all right, Barry thought; a new, exotic, alluring woman that he had never dreamed of possessing. It was like a miracle; he had never been happier, more contented, and his completion of the novel, the full and total satisfaction from the knowledge that it was good, very good, was directly descendent from Kim's physical awakening. And, for that matter, his own. A fulfilled man sexually was a fulfilled man creatively, he now firmly believed that.
They were still seeing the Gorens, of course. Usually about once a week. On some of those occasions it was just Lynn and Jack, but on others there was Lorene and Doris and Harry-and Caesar-plus a progression of others. Strangely enough, it was those nights that both he and Kim seemed to look forward to with the most relish; for weeks after one of those sessions, fucking Kim was like fucking a crazed, predatory panther.
He wouldn't have had it any ether way, since those were the weeks when his writing peaked to perfection.
As he stood now on the Phillips' patio, Kim tugged at his arm and whispered, "Do you see that couple standing alone over by the pool? The tall, red-haired girl and the handsome man in the herringbone suit?"
"Yes," Barry replied. "I see them, baby."
"They look as if they're as bored as we are."
"They do, don't they?"
Kim tapped one long fingernail against her gleaming white teeth thoughtfully. "You know," she said length, "that man looks extremely interesting, if you know what I mean."
"I do, indeed," Barry grinned. "And so does his wife."
"I wonder," Kim whispered, "if he's hung as well as you, darling. I'll bet he is, almost. I'll bet he has a lovely long, hard cock."
Barry grinned again. She was really working herself up, all right; she was going to throw him one hell of a fuck when they got home tonight. He said, "Why don't we go over there and introduce ourselves?"
"That's a fine idea, darling."
Barry's eyes slowly, languorously, began to undress the red-haired woman as he and Kim started across the patio. Maybe, he reflected, we'll have something in common, a starting point. And then, later, when we've gotten to know them ... well, we'll see about that. Damn, but that red-head is nice! If, as Kim had projected, the tall man possessed a large cock, then it was a certainty the red-head had one hell of a tight, sweet pussy to accommodate it.
As it eventually turned out, Kim was right ... and so was he ...
