They were at first reluctant to give one another's bodies to the lust of other lovers. Yet they had an insatiable need for sexual variety. They searched-across the continent-and found many unusual forms of sadomasochistic satisfaction.
A whip; a paddle; a flashing-palm.
Mouths.
Hands.
Organs.
Even a huge dog!
They found the variety and sadoerotic fulfillment for which they searched!
INTRODUCTION
"Damn it all, Sal," the man said as he looked from his naked wife to the pictures spread out on the bed, "you can't back down now. We agreed to meet them tomorrow evening and it wouldn't be fair to them or to us. Get a load of the cock on that guy. Wouldn't you like to feel that pushing up your tight little twat?"
"Oh Greg, darling," she said with a sigh and a sad expression, "I know I agreed to it, but now that the time is close, I'm nervous, that's all. You know you're the only man who ever touched me. I want to do it, but I'm so afraid of doing things like that with strangers."
"I'll bet you won't be afraid when you see her big tits dancing while she lays her leather strap across my bare arse while he's playing with your hot little cunt and telling you how he's going to enjoy sucking you off."
"I suppose you're right, darling. I know we agreed on it and I know how important it is to both of us. Don't worry, I'll go through with it. I'll be afraid at the start, but I'll get over it, I promise."
"That's my baby," Greg told his wife as he took his hand out of her crotch and reached around to fondle her lush buttocks as he pulled her across his lap. "I'll just give you a little spanking now to remind you not to be so chicken. After your bum is nice and warm I'll give it to you the way Paul is giving it to Betty in the picture. Will you like that?"
"You know I love it dog style, lover, especially when my bum is tingling from a nice little spanking. Punish me for being so chicken, darling, I'm a bad girl, spank my bare bum and make me cry, then ram your lovely big cock into me and fuck me until I'm dizzy. Screw the arse off me, darling and make me be a good girl."
Sal was over her husband's lap then, her delightfully rounded, plump bottom magnificently presented. Raising his right hand, he began spanking, slapping hard enough to give her the sting she wanted to feel, yet not hard enough to leave bruises which would mar the beauty of her behind when they met the new couple the following evening and played the game of mate swapping for spanking and sex for the first time.
They had been a long time arriving at the decision to broaden their sex life. Greg had played spanking games before they were married and Sal quickly learned to enjoy them as much as he.
Their sex life was full and interesting, but after almost four years of marriage, they both began to crave something different. Greg brought home a number of books and tabloids devoted to interests such as spanking, and they read them together.
They both found the personal ads interesting, ads placed by people wanting to share spanking experiences with others. When Greg first suggested answering an ad, Sal was hesitant, but the more they talked and she thought about it, the more exciting it became until finally, she broke down and agreed.
An ad placed by a married couple in their own city sounded interesting, so they sent a letter telling of their interest and including pictures of themselves in bathing suits.
In return, they received an enthusiastic letter from the couple which included pictures of them without bathing suits or anything else. They showed them spanking each other as well as a picture of the woman kneeling with her husband's penis in her mouth, and another of her on all fours, her husband about to push his penis up under her well spanked buttocks.
The couple, Paul and Betty, were older, he, forty and she thirty-two, and they told how they had met many couples over the years but were delighted that Greg and Sal were so young and good looking.
They said that they both enjoyed spanking and being spanked, and that Betty particularly enjoyed strapping naked men with a doubled belt. Neither, they made it clear, believed in whips or in any severe form of coporal punishment, and both believed in going all the way sexually, challenging Greg and Sal to think of anything they wouldn't do for kicks.
It seemed like the perfect proposition to the young couple who admitted to each other that they had been getting bored and realized there was a danger that neither would be able to resist the temptation of sex with another person if the opportunity presented itself.
In that direction, they agreed, lay only danger and the possible breakup of their marriage, but by going into the adventure together, as a loving couple, it would, in their view enhance their marriage.
Could so strange and socially unacceptable a form of therapy actually improve their marriage and bring greater happiness and love to husband and wife?
There are many who would say that it could only lead in the opposite direction, that by breaking the marriage vows, even though they proposed doing it together, they were opening the intimacy of their marriage to outsiders who would, more than just invading it, come between them to the extent that they would be pushed apart; so far apart that they could never return to their old, loving relationship.
But others couldn't know, only they could find out. In the following pages we shall follow Greg and Sal in their strange adventure and find out for ourselves what result came from their adventure into mate swapping and shared spankings with others.
CHAPTER ONE
Freshly bathed and dressed in their best, Greg and Sal nervously awaited the arrival of the couple. Their house had been chosen since they had no children and noise would not present any problem.
"How do you think you're going to feel," Sal asked with a nervous smile," when you see another man spanking my bare bum and stuffing his stiff cock between my legs?"
"To tell the truth," he replied, his voice as nervous as hers, "since we're going into this together, I think I may go off in my pants at the sight of it. Are you going to get him to go down on you and suck you off first?"
"You better believe it. Nobody is going to spank me without paying the price of lapping me until I come."
"What about when she wants to spank you? Will you let her dive you?"
"God, I don't know. Right now my answer is no, but once I get worked up, there's no telling what I'll do. Would you be horrified if I let a woman dive me?"
"Horrified hell, every man dreams of watching two chicks eat pussy. By the way, if it happens, I won't be horrified if you chew her crotch too. I think what we should do is just relax and have fun. It will probably be a lot easier than you think."
They cut off their conversation when they heard the car pull up in their driveway and they hurried to the window for a glimpse of their visitors. The couple they saw could have been any businessman and his wife dropping in for a social evening with friends. They agreed they liked the look of them.
They went to the door together to admit their guests, and there were cheerful, if nervous for Greg and Sal, introductions. Inside the house, Greg suggested they go down to the recreation room in the basement.
"I love going down, in a recreation room or anywhere else," Paul said, drawing the first laugh of the evening. "I only hope I'm not the only one who enjoys that little game," he went on, smiling at Sal.
"I'm sure you're not," she forced herself to reply, a nervous smile playing around her lips. "As the Bible says, man does not live by bread alone."
The four continued their lighthearted banter around the bar as the women poured drinks. Understanding that their host and hostess were nervous, this being their first such adventure, they guided the conversation around to swapping, talking about the first time they did it with next door neighbors and what a thrill it was for all concerned after the initial nervousness was out of the way.
"I guess it will be like that for us too," Greg admitted, looking at Betty and wondering how it would feel to take her panties off and have her while her husband and his wife looked on.
"As a matter-of-fact," Paul said, sipping his drink and frowning, "the ice is about to be broken right now." As he spoke, he turned and directed his frown at his wife.
"What's the matter, dear?" she asked.
"After all these years, Betty," he told her firmly, "I expect you to mix my martinis properly. This is not nearly dry enough."
"I'm sorry dear, I guess perhaps I was a little nervous too. Shall I mix you another?"
"No, this will do, but I'm going to give you a little lesson in martini mixing, if our hosts don't mind."
"Oh darling," she protested, "you're not going to spank me for it, are you?"
"Indeed I am. Have I your permission, Greg?"
"Be my guest. Perhaps the lesson will impress my wife as well."
While Greg and Sal went to the couch and sat watching, the man called his wife to him as he sat on an armless chair and patted his thighs suggestively. Pouting prettily, Betty walked to the chair where her husband sat and asked him not to bare and spank her bum in front of strangers.
"Nonsense," he snapped curtly, "Greg and Sal are hardly strangers, they're our friends and I want them to see how my wife is punished when she deserves it. Hold your dress over your waist so that I can take your panties down."
With a final sob of protest, the woman looked at the couple on the couch, then caught the hem of her dress with both hands and slowly pulled it up. Both were struck by both the shape and the obvious firmness of her thighs. Above the tops of her nylons, the skin was white and flawless.
Guessing that Sal would be wearing black panties, Betty had worn fire engine red ones and a matching bra. They were sheer and through them could be seen the triangle of foliage which crowned her crotch and the shadowy valley between big, delightfully firm looking nether cheeks.
Greg saw that her big bottom was oval rather than the perfect round of his wife's, but that did not lessen his desire to have it over his lap, spanking it and making her kick her shapely legs.
Scolding his wife, the man took her panties down slowly until they stretched between her legs below the expanded tops of her sheer nylons. When he had done so, he ordered her to present herself for punishment.
Sobbing and asking him not to spank too hard, Betty got into position, her lush behind beautifully presented, framed by the red garter belt and suspenders. As they stared, Greg felt the tips of his wife's fingers digging into his thigh. He understood her feeling.
Paul began spanking his wife and they saw that he knew how to spank and that she knew how to take it just as well. The slaps were firmly applied without being brutal, and the big bum cheeks of the woman joggled with each slap and took on exciting color as she squirmed and sobbed. It was not a long spanking, but while it lasted it was a merry one.
"Do you think you've learned your lesson?" Paul asked as his wife stood, both hands clapped to her tingling bum.
"Yes dear," she sobbed and sniffled, "I'll try to be a better wife from now on."
"Very well dear, go to our friends now and allow them to examine your pretty pink bum."
Turning toward them, her eyes shining, Betty paused, holding her dress above waist, her panties still stretched between her thighs, then slowly walked toward them, feeling as well as seeing their eyes on her crotch.
"Please examine my bum for me," she asked, "so that my husband won't give me another spanking for disobeying him."
Assuring her that they would, Greg and Sal watched as Betty turned around slowly, making sure that her dress did not fall and hide anything from their eyes.
They stared in fascination at her behind, then, at her husband's suggestion, felt the heat he had spanked into the plump cheeks.
Each fondled one cheek and Greg took advantage of the situation to squeeze firmly. He liked both the feel and her response to it as she pushed her bum a little farther toward him and wriggled it a little.
Unable to resist the temptation, Greg pushed his wife's hand away and pulled Betty's plump buttocks apart to see the little pink ring buried deep in the valley. Breathing deeply as she bent a little farther, he pushed a finger between the warm cheeks and probed her hole with the tip of it. This brought a loud sigh from the woman.
"What did he do to you, Betty?" her husband asked.
"The naughty devil stuck his finger up my bum hole?"
"He did, did he. I don't recall his asking permission to do that."
"No dear, he didn't."
"Well as I see it," Paul went on, "that shows that his wife has not trained him properly on how to behave in company."
At that, Sal gave a little gasp of surprise. She blinked when she heard Betty say she agreed that such matters were wifely duties.
"Come here, Sal," he spoke firmly, still seated on the chair on which he had spanked his wife.
With a grin, Greg nudged his wife and nodded for her to go. She did so and Betty took her place on the couch beside Greg, pulling her panties back up, but also hiking the hem of her dress over her thighs so that the tops of her nylons showed.
"Kneel down between my legs, Sal," Paul spoke in the same stern tone he had used on his wife.
Sal obeyed nervously, and as she did, he caught the form of her jutting breasts in both hands and fondled them as he scolded her for not having taught her husband better manners. At first, Sal tensed at the touch, she gave a little sigh and pushed her breasts out toward him. She felt the hot rush of arousal as he opened the front of her dress, pushed it down to her waist, then played boldly with her breasts.
On the couch, Greg put a hand tentatively on one of Betty's exposed thighs. With a sigh, she moved closer to him and he pushed the hem of her dress up farther. Betty parted her thighs and he felt the silk of them before his hand moved to feel the nylon of her panty crotch.
A few minutes later, the couple on the couch watched as Sal got to her feet and obediently pulled the hem of her dress up until it was above the waist band of her skimpily cut black nylon panties.
Paul's hands were amazingly steady as he reached for her panties and pulled them down. When they caught in her crotch, he reached a hand between her thighs and brushed her twat as he freed them from their warm captivity between the pink lips. Before his hand moved away, he gave her an extra rub, thrilling to the softness and the heat of her.
Her panties well lowered, she lay across his lap, feeling as she did, the hardness of his cock which strained to escape the confinement of his pants.
While he gave her another brief scolding, the man played with her firm, beautifully rounded bum cheeks, squeezing and patting them. Holding her with his left hand, Paul commenced the spanking, slapping not quite as hard, Greg saw, as he had spanked his own wife.
"Christ, I've never seen such a beautiful bum," the woman on the couch whispered to Greg. "Is she going to let me hold that in my hands while I eat her cunt?"
"You'll have to be very delicate about it. She's never played 'eat the pussy' with a woman before. If we get her hot enough and you don't rush her, you may score a sweet mouthful."
"Do you like to dive her?"
"Love to and she loves it too. Do I get to eat you tonight?"
"Oh lover, you'd better. You can keep your tongue up my slit until it grows cunt hair."
Betty, wildly aroused, surprised, but did not offend Greg by unzipping his fly and taking out his stiff cock, the foreskin pulled well back, the swollen head looking hungry for a warm, moist slit to crawl into and spit.
Realizing that the sound of spanking had stopped, they turned to see Sal getting off the man's lap. He got to his feet too, and led her, still holding her dress above her waist, over to a couch where he sat and pulled her onto his lap and began kissing her and feeling her smooth thighs and hot crotch.
"Now young lady," Greg told Betty, taking the warmth out of his tone, "we have some talking to do.
"We do? About what?"
"About the fact that my poor little wife had her bare bum spanked because you tattled about me sticking my finger up your bum. That's right, is it not?"
"I guess so," she replied, a sad look coming over her beautiful face. "You're not going to punish me for doing it, are you?"
"I am indeed. You're old enough to know better, but not too old to have your bare bum smacked and that's just what I'm going to do to you. Stand up, Betty."
"Oh please don't spank my bum. I'll be a good girl. I won't tattle again, I promise."
"That's nice, but I'm going to make sure you remember your promise. Instead of just lifting your dress, you may take if right off."
Betty protested convincingly, but when the command was repeated, she unfastened her dress and tossed it off. Greg ordered her to kneel between his legs and began fondling the cups of her bra.
"Is your bra padded or are your breasts real?" he asked.
"Oh they're real," she assured him.
"Then prove it to me," he demanded.
Reaching behind her back, Betty unhooked her bra and it fell away to reveal that in addition to being real, her breasts were big, firm and beautiful. Taking them in his hands, he began to play with them while telling her how naughty it was to tattle and cause trouble for friends. When he finished, he told her to stand so that he could take her panties off.
"Right off?" she asked in pretended horror. "But I'll be naked if you do that."
"That's a lie, Betty," he scolded, "and you'll get an extra spanking for it. You will still have your garter belt and nylons on so you will not be naked."
Greg heard giggling from the other couch as Betty rose to her feet.
"Move your feet farther apart, Betty," he told her and she obeyed. "I'm not familiar with panties and I have to figure out how to take yours off."
Swallowing the laugh that almost escaped her, and listening to the laughter from the other couch, she parted her legs and Greg began exploring the crotch and seat of the sheer panties.
"Betty," he frowned, "the crotch of your panties is wet. Did you pee yourself?"
"Oh no," she protested. "When you were playing with me, you made my poor little cunny so hot that it leaked juice. It always does that when it gets hot and horny."
Satisfied with her answer, Greg pulled her panties down and paused to run his hand through her crotch which he found to be delightfully hot and wet. He helped her step out of the panties, then took her over his lap, played with her silken buttocks for a little while, then began spanking her.
Recalling that she had been spanked once already, he kept the smacks relatively light even as he commented on how hard he was beating her while she cried as though he was telling the truth.
Although he lightened the force of the spanks, Greg did not shorten the spanking at all so that he spanked a long time and brought a warm, rose tint to her big, oval buttocks before he stopped.
When he did, Betty continued to sob and squirm while he fondled her warm buttocks with one hand and her lush, dangling breasts with the other. As a result, she soon was squirming even more feverishly.
Seeing his wife and Paul get off the couch and head toward the bar, Greg helped Betty up and they went to join the other couple.
"I didn't know they had coffee breaks at these orgies," he commented as they reached the bar.
"Oh, they're a very good idea," Betty replied, "But don't think that any man who is fully dressed is going to get a drink."
"Is that so?" Greg asked, forcing a serious look. "What is a man allowed to have on to get a drink in this pub?" he asked.
"Just a hard-on and a smile, lover, and that goes for you too, husband."
Laughing, both men began to undress, Greg observing that Betty had saved him the trouble of unzipping his fly.
"How will you have your martini this time, monster?" Betty asked her husband.
"The same as last time," he replied with a grin. "It was just perfect."
CHAPTER TWO
Conversation at the bar consisted mostly of sexual small talk, so that Sal was free to pay more attention to her thoughts. Greg, she realized, had been right in telling her she was foolish to have reservations about meeting the couple.
They were pleasant, highly sexed people and the evening, to that point, had been nothing but fun. She tried to recall her earlier fears that instead of broadening and strengthening their marriage, group sex would endanger it, but fear was not an easy thing to summon up.
There was a hand moving gently over her bottom with a light, erotic touch. Only when she concentrated on it did Sal realize that it was a feminine hand, that Betty was fondling her buttocks and that it felt very exciting.
It was another first for Sal, the first time she had ever enjoyed the erotic touch of another woman.
"God, Sal," Betty whispered, "I like my men, but that luscious bum of yours makes me so horny I could scream. I hope you'll let me give it a little spanking before the party is over."
"I suppose so," Sal said, wondering why she wasn't shocked and facing the realization that she wanted the woman to play with and spank her bum.
"Ooh, how wonderful. I'd love to lie over your pretty thighs and get a nice bum smacking from you. Are you horny too, dear?"
Before Sal could reply, the men moved closer to protest their paying so much attention to each other.
"Let's you and I refresh our drinks and go find a nice comfortable couch where we can talk," Paul said to Sal as his hand rubbed gently down over her mons veneris and the tip of one finger teased her pussy.
"I'm not sure I'll be much of a conversationalist," she told him with a smile, "but it does sound like a good idea at that."
Refilling their glasses, they went to one of the couches. As they sat, they saw Greg and Betty going to the other. She asked questions about the orgies he had spoken of earlier and he gave excitingly detailed answers. As they talked, he fondled her breasts with one hand while she used her free hand to play with his stiff tool.
"So you like being sucked, do you?" he asked. "Love it. I hope you'll want to do it to me at least once."
"I'll want to eat that sweet little cunt at least a dozen times before I leave tonight. Open your legs and let me play with it a little." She did so with a glad sigh and felt his hand move into her crotch and begin giving her a gentle, exciting rubbing.
"Do you also like to be reamed?" he asked.
"Now you'll see how green I am, I don't know just what reaming is?"
"You're not green, darling, you just need more experience and I'll be delighted to be your teacher. When reaming is done at its best, the lady kneels with her head down and her bum up. The gentleman plays with her bum and covers it with kisses and licks, then parts her cheeks and begins licking her crack until it's nice and wet."
"It sounds yummy," she said with a dreamy sigh.
"It gets yummier. When the lady gets so horny that she can't stop wriggling her arse, the man takes a firmer grip on her hips, then curls his tongue and pushes it up her hole. He reams her arsehole with it, hence the term reaming."
"And do you like reaming?" Sal asked as the hand in her crotch pushed her toward the point where she began thinking of orgasm.
"If the lady has a cute little pink hole, I just love it. Yours is a real jewel and I'm dying to feel your lush bum squirming against my face while I ream you. Would you like to be reamed?"
"Oh yes, I want to experience that, I want to try out every game there is, but you've got me so horny that above everything else, I'd love to have you go down on me and give me a nice come."
"Then that's what we'll do first. My wife will be glad to hear that you want to try everything.
She's just dying to hide her face in your crotch. Have you ever had a woman go down on you?"
"No. Still, when I get horny enough, I've got a feeling I'd let a woman do it."
"Most women tell me that women do it better than men. I don't know how true it is, but it's a thrilling sight to watch two beautiful women lying end to end lapping each other's cunt."
"Oh Paul," she almost groaned the words, "please do something for me. I've got to have a come or I'll go out of my mind."
"I see what you mean, dear," he told her as he put his glass down on the table beside hers. "Your little cunt is beautifully juicy. Just let me lick my fingers first, then I'll show you what kind of a diver I am."
Sal trembled with desire as he took his hand out of her churning cunt and put it into his mouth to suck her juice, a look of ecstasy on his face.
She fell back onto the couch, her buttocks slightly over the end of it and gave a little groan of passion as Paul, smiling warmly and licking his lips, moved to the end of the couch and knelt on the floor.
"You must have filled your pretty little slit with honey before we came over, Sal," he told her. "That was the sweetest cunt juice I've ever tasted. Have you saved some more for me?"
"Oh God, yes. Suck me and lick me, Paul, I'll give you all you can take."
She felt his hands on her thighs then and cooperated eagerly as he raised and parted them. Bending her knees, she raised her legs over her body to give him all the room she could, instinct telling her that it was going to be a wonderful sucking.
Teasing her, the man licked the bottom slopes of her buttocks, her inner thighs, then his tongue licked into her crotch, carefully avoiding the sensitive lips which waited to feel it.
When she was least expecting it, his mouth closed over her cunt and he began sucking greedily, pausing now and then to capture her lips between his, or to send his tongue to explore deep inside her hot cavity, lashing her and driving her wild.
The man must have decided then that he had teased her enough, because his tongue went to her clitoris and began rasping it.
As her head rolled from side to side and her hands slapped the couch, she noticed her husband. He was lying on his back on the other couch while Betty knelt astride him, her crotch riding his face. Sal had never had it done to her that way and she decided she wanted to try it, it looked so exciting the way the woman kept rubbing her crotch on Greg's face. Sal guessed she was hot and wet there and that Greg was enjoying having his face washed.
But she stopped thinking of her husband's pleasure then, stopped thinking of everything but her own as she felt the thrilling approach of orgasm and knew it was going to be a sensational one.
"Oh Paul," she gasped, 'lick, darling, lick, I'm going to come. I'm almost ... uh ... there ... I'm al" the word broke off and became a scream of ecstasy as her legs flew straight up in the air, scissoring as her behind bounced on the couch while the man held her hips and gave her a few final licks on the clitoris before he took his mouth away from her and knelt on his haunches watching as the explosions rocked her body.
Dimly, as though from a thousand miles away, Sal was aware that Betty too was coming, but her sounds seemed so low and subdued.
"Now that's what I call eating," she heard Betty sigh from the other couch as she returned to this world.
"That's what I call heaven," Sal replied with a sigh.
"Isn't it nice that everybody's so happy?" she heard Paul ask.
"Oh yes," Sal agreed. "I'll never be afraid again."
"That's the beauty of having swapping partners, Sal," Paul pointed out. "It's like broadening your marriage to include others while still loving and enjoying your own husband. Betty and I would never give this up. It will be even more important to us as we grow older and get more and more used to each other."
"I think I can understand that, Paul. I know my husband just finished lapping Betty's cunt, and yet instead of being hurt, I'm terribly excited by it. It excites me too to know that he watched you sucking mine."
"Well now, the way Betty was riding his face I'm not so sure he could see anything but crotch," Paul said with a grin and they both laughed.
"Do you want to get rid of that beautiful big bone now?" Sal asked as her hand closed around it.
"To tell the truth, I'd rather keep it for a while, and yet, if I give it to you now I should recover in time for another. Lie back darling, it's time for the cock to crow."
Her body warmed by the wonderful lapping she had received, Sal lay back with her legs up and open for the man. He knelt between them, his stiff prick in his right hand, patted her wet cunt, then came down on her, his cock pushing unerringly up into her wet, receptive slit.
Paul didn't hurry it, but fed his bone to her a little at a time untl he was buried to the hilt and she was sure she could feel the swollen head between her breasts. Keeping up the slow pace, he rode her strongly, refusing to hurry until he began to pant and she knew he was ready to blast off into her.
His strokes became faster then to match his panting. She felt his tool seem to expand inside her, then he was grinding his strong body in her crotch and she felt hot sperm shooting up into her belly. She held him tightly and felt the sweat from his hair trickle over her face as the walls of her well-lubricated vagina clutched at his spent penis, each of her muscular spasms drawing a little groan from him and causing his body to twitch between her legs.
In a little while, he withdrew the wreckage of his bone from her and they remembered that they had left drinks on the table beside them.
"Thank you, ma'am," he told her with a smile as he raised his glass.
"Thank you, sire," Sal said with a half bow, "for a truly splendid fucking. I do hope you'll pass my way again ere long."
"Sounds like a proper English virgin, she do," Betty commented as she and Greg arrived to sit on the couch with the other couple.
The four chatted pleasantly as they sipped drinks and discussed various positions for cunnilingus and sexual intercourse. The men fondled the women and hoped for the best, but knew it would be a while before they were ready to function again.
"All right Greg, darling," Betty said as he played with her thighs, "get on me and drive your big cock up my slit again. You've got me nice and horny."
"Are you kidding?" he asked with a puzzled expression as he showed her his spent penis.
Without a word, she got up and went to her purse. From it, she took a short, light leather strap. As she returned to the couch, she slapped the palm of her left hand with it.
"I'm not accustomed to being refused when I offer my body to a man, Greg. Are you going to give me a good fucking now or am I going to warm your arse with my strap."
He understood her then and trembled with newly aroused desire. At a signal from Betty, the other couple moved away from the couch.
With her left hand, Betty felt his penis and found it still limp.
"That does it, Greg," she snapped. "So you don't think my body is beautiful enough to excite you. I'll not tolerate such an insult. Roll over to be punished."
Greg did so and she knelt on the couch beside him, her left hand on his back. Scolding him for not being able to achieve an erection on command, she began strapping him. She handled the strap well, stinging his buttocks but not trying to bruise him.
The man took the first half dozen cuts, then began to cry and plead with her to stop.
"I'll stop when I'm ready ... SLAP ... Your hands made my cunt hungry ... SLAP ... and now your arse will pay ... SLAP ... for your refusal ... SLAP ... to satisfy that hunger ... SLAP."
At the sight of her husband being strapped, Sal felt a new surge of heat building in her crotch. Sensing it, Paul pushed her thighs a little farther open, stood behind her and put a hand on the moist warmth. He held her that way while they watched the strapping.
When Betty decided she was finished, she dropped the strap and rolled the sobbing man onto his back. His penis showed promise of reviving and she guided that promise into her mouth.
Not long after that, Betty pulled his joint out of her mouth and smiled as she displayed a beautiful erection to the other couple. Licking her lips, she stuffed the head back into her mouth and sucked it while her hand moved up and down on the long shaft. Before very long, the other couple saw her Adam's apple bobbing and her cheeks working as she held and drained Greg's spurting cock.
Squirming with aroused desire, Sal broke away from Paul and hurried behind the bar. When she returned, she carried a wooden backed hair brush, one she often used on her husband's behind when they played their games.
Sitting on an armless chair, she called Paul to her, felt the semi-stiffness of his penis and ordered him over her lap. Gripping his upper arm with her left hand, she began spanking him.
She spanked well and soon had him crying and squirming across her thighs as she painted his buttocks a bright red with the back of the brush.
When she stopped spanking, Sal gave the man no time to stop sobbing, but pushed him off her lap.
"Lie on your back on the floor, Paul," she ordered. "That rug should be nice and rough on your freshly spanked behind."
He did so, still sobbing, and she crouched beside him, playing with his penis until it was hard and strong. Then, her breasts bouncing, she straddled him, fitted her hungry cunt over the swollen head of his cock and slowly impaled herself on it.
When she had taken it all, she pressed down for a few seconds, then began riding him. She had done it that way often enough with her husband so that she was able to give the man a fast, strong riding.
She rode tirelessly until his grunts and trembling told her he was going to go off. Having already climaxed during the ride, she gave a contented sigh, pressed down so that his prick drove all the way into her, then felt him firing his hot streams up into her.
CHAPTER THREE
Sitting in a circle on the rug, each with a drink, they took turns telling of their first sexual experience. In Sal's case, that involved the man who later became her husband, the only man who had ever sampled her body until that night.
"Now, Paul," Sal said as she finished recounting the tale of her first piece of tail, "your turn."
"Well, my first real sexual experience didn't get me laid, but I think it was interesting enough to qualify. I was a kid then, about fourteen, I guess.
"My folks were pretty hard up so that any money I got I had to earn. I used to do errands and odd jobs for this widow who lived around the corner. I guess she was in her late thirties or early forties, a bit on the plump side, but not bad looking.
"I was helping her with some painting one day. It was hot and I had my shirt off. After a while, she remarked that it seemed to be getting hotter and that I looked cool stripped to the waist.
"She asked if I'd mind if she took her blouse off, telling me that her bra would cover her. I had never seen a woman in her bra and let her know that I wouldn't mind at all. I felt my pecker go stiff as a rod when she took her blouse off and I saw that fully loaded bra.
"I guess my hand was too shaky for painting, so she suggested we take a break. She began by asking me what I had experienced in the way of sex and I admitted my score was nil.
"She kept the conversation real sexy, telling me of some of the things she and her husband used to do, mostly about how he loved to work on her with his mouth, sucking her tits and her cunt.
"Remarking that it was still too hot, she asked if I would be upset if she took off her skirt as well, pointing out that she had rayon bloomers on which would cover the most critical areas of her.
"She turned her back to me to push her skirt down and I thought I'd go off in my pants at the sight of her big behind as she bent and pulled her bloomers tight around her.
"She asked me if I liked seeing her that way, then offered to let me feel her bum through the bloomers. I've always liked rayon since then. After I felt her behind for a while, she told me to feel between her legs if I wanted to. I wanted to and did. When I looked up, her bra was off and there were her big tits right above my head.
"She was playing with her nipples and they really stuck out. I accepted her offer and began playing with them, then she stuck one into my mouth and I gave it a real sucking and did the same to the other one.
"The big doll asked me if I'd like her to take her bloomers off and I almost flipped. There was a price involved and that was my stripping naked which I did. When she wrapped her soft, warm hand around my stiff little tool it was the greatest feeling in the world. I experienced a greater one a little later when she turned her back to me and took her bloomers down.
"I still remember as if it were yesterday that sight of that big, bare, white arse. Christ it was big. She took her bloomers right off before she turned around and showed me her hairy front. I knew women had hair there, but I didn't expect that much.
"The next thing I knew, she was lying on the bed with her legs wide open and pulled up over her. She got me to play with her cunt for a while, then told me how to suck it. I was scared at first, but she wasn't taking no for an answer.
"The smell bothered me at first, but once I began lapping her big twat I got the hang of it and began to really enjoy it. I sucked her off and thought she had gone into a fit when she came.
"After that, she asked me if I felt like pulling myself and I admitted I did. She told me to sit on the edge of the bed, then knelt between my legs, took my cock in her hand and gave it a few jerks, then stuck it in her mouth and sucked me off. I almost fainted before she final-ly let go of it after having a nice warm drink. I visited her quite a lot after that. She never would let me fuck her, but we did just about everything else.
"By the time I was fifteen I guess I was just about the best cunt lapper in town."
The four talked then about women seducing boys and while neither had done it, both Betty and Sal agreed it would be an exciting thing to do.
"Let's go freshen up, dear," Betty said to Sal and they left the men alone to go to the bathroom.
"Let me wash yours out for you," Betty said in a low, warm tone when they closed the bathroom door behind them.
Nervously, Sal agreed and stood with her legs wide apart while her friend douched and washed her. After it was over, Sal felt obligated to return the favor and Betty accepted eagerly. To her surprise, Sal found that the task was not at all unpleasant, that there was an excitement in crouching before the woman and douching her and washing her crotch and inner thighs.
They were about to leave the bathroom when Betty put an arm around Sal's waist and put her lips close to the woman's ear.
"Please, Sal," she whispered, "let me give you just two kisses, I won't ask for anything more. I want to take you in my arms and give you a nice long kiss on the mouth, then I want to kneel down and just give you one little kiss on your sweet little cunt. Please let me, dear, I promise that's all and we'll go back to the men then."
Smiling, feeling excitement mounting, Sal agreed and turned into the woman's arms. Their lips met in a light kiss, then they tightened their arms around each other and their mouths mashed hungrily while their bodies pressed in another lass.
It lasted for a long time and Sal was weak with passion when Betty finally ended it.
"Oh Betty," Sal sighed, "I didn't know it could be like that when two women kissed."
"It can be heaven, darling," Betty whispered in reply. "Now I'll show you the other kind of kiss. Put your hands on the basin and lean well back. That's it, just hold it like that."
The woman crouched, licked her lips then brought them up into Sal's crotch. She quivered all over at the touch of the mouth, then her body jerked violently when Betty gave her a long, slow lick, pressed her mouth harder onto her vulva, then got up, smiling.
"There now, Sal, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Bad? Are you kidding? God, Betty, it wouldn't take much of that to make me come."
"I knew you'd like it, dear. Let's go get our boys excited and hard again by giving each other a nice little spanking. I'll spank you first, then you can spank me. I'll go down on you after the spanking and let you know how it feels to come with a woman's face in your crotch. You'll let me, won't you?"
"Yes, Betty, but I'm not sure I'll be able to do it to you."
"Don't worry about that. After I've spanked you, you order me to get down on you. I'll pretend to be afraid and you'll spank me until I agree to do it. How does that sound?"
"It sounds exciting, Betty. God, I'm getting horny just thinking about it."
"Me too and I'm willing to bet that after we've finished with each other there are going to be two very stiff cocks to be looked after. Paul really gets wound up when he sees me going down on a woman."
They returned to the room and the men interrupted their conversation to greet them.
"Little pussies nice and clean again?" Paul asked with a grin.
"So nice and clean," his wife told him, "that we're not going to let any dirty men stick anything in them. We have plans to amuse ourselves since you two are so old and tired."
"I'll give your pretty ass a nice warming if you keep that up, young lady," Paul told his wife.
"Not just now you won't, darling, Sal and I have plans which include you two only as an audience. Why don't you refill your glasses?"
While the men did that, Betty took Sal into her arms and they shared another passionate kiss. While their mouths clung, their hands moved, each fondling the warm, silken buttocks of the other, tickling each other with their pubic bushes.
"What kind of a spanking would you like, dear?" Betty whispered as their kiss ended.
"About medium. How about you?"
"Lay them on with plenty of sting. When I've had enough I'll let you know by agreeing to suck your cunt."
They moved to a chair where Betty sat and patted her thighs as she scolded Sal and ordered her to submit to a spanking. Meekly, Sal draped her luscious form over the smooth thighs, presenting a beautiful picture as her black garter belt framed her delightfully rounded nether cheeks.
While she continued scolding, Betty began spanking, her open palm producing exciting sounds as it smacked the full cheeks, stinging and coloring them while Sal sobbed and twitched in that delightful blend of pain a passion she had come to understand so well.
Betty seemed to sense just exactly the degree of sting Sal liked to experience in a spanking, and soon had her crying victim kicking her lovely, nylon sheathed legs in an exciting tableau of pleasure-pain.
She continued spanking until both round cheeks blazed with a uniform glow, then stopped and began fondling the warm cheeks, whispering huskily about how beautiful and warm they were. Sal's sobs formed an erotic background to the warm whispers.
While Sal stood rubbing her tingling bottom, Greg came to her and gave her his drink to sip on. While she did, Paul crouched behind her and took over the massaging of the hot hills, thrilling to the touch of the warm silk under his hands as he remembered his earlier promise to ream her with his tongue.
"Betty," she called, handing the glass back to her husband, "come here to me. I want you to get your face into my crotch and give me a nice, juicy cunt lapping."
"Oh no, Sal, I can't do that. It isn't a nice thing to do."
"I don't care what you think of it, Betty, you're going to do it and that's all there is to it."
"No, I won't," came the petulant reply.
"Well just see about that, Betty," Sal said, gripping the woman's arm and leading her back to the spanking chair she had just vacated.
"What are you going to do to me, Sal?" she asked in a frightened tone.
"I'm going to put you across my lap and spank your bare bum until you agree to go down on me. You're going to learn to do as you're told and I'm going to spank the lesson so hard into your chubby arse that it will get all the way to your brain, if you have one."
"Oh no, Sal, please don't spank me. My bum-bum is so sensitive, you'll make me cry."
"You can just bet on that, young lady. I want to hear you cry plenty and then I want to hear you beg to be allowed to lap my cunt. Is that clear?" she asked as she tugged at the woman's arm and pulled her sprawling across her thighs.
The men watched in admiration at the smooth manner in which Sal handled the situation despite her relative lack of experience in spanking anyone other than her husband. But with their admiration came sexual arousal as well. Both hoped for yet another erection before the evening was through.
Betty's rather big behind provided a magnificent target and Sal took full advantage of it. She set a pattern of delivering a few spanks to each cheek, then pausing to squeeze them for a few seconds before delivering another series of spanks.
Betty had been sobbing even before the spanking began and it was not long before the sound of her crying combined with the slap ... slap of Sal's hand to fill the room with exciting sounds, sounds delightfully appropriate to the sight of the spanking of Betty's big, heaving and plunging posterior.
From time to time, Sal would pause in the spanking to order the woman to perform cunni-lingus on her. Each time, Betty would refuse and plead for mercy, but her pleas were not heard, not meant to be, and the spanking would resume, Sal's hand slapping hard and making the big cheeks joggle, coloring almost the whole area framed by the garter belt and suspenders.
Sal had administered more than a hundred spanks and all were wondering how much Betty could take, when she finally broke down.
"Stop, Sal ... stop ... I'll do it," she cried, her nylon sheathed legs kicking.
"You'll do what, Betty? SLAP ... SLAP...."
"I'll go down on ... sob ... you. I'll suck your cunt and make you come."
"Will you now?" SLAP ... SLAP...."What if I don't want you to?" SLAP ... SLAP ... SLAP ... SLAP....
"Ooh ... ow ... oh Sal ... please ... I'm begging you ... sob ... to let me lap your cunt ... SLAP ... ow ... SLAP ... boo hoo hoo ... SLAP ... SLAP ... ow ... ow ... please ... please...."
"All right Betty," Sal said, breathing hard, "I'll just put you to the test, but you'd better do it and do it well or the strap will really burn your arse."
She helped the crying woman to her feet and felt her blazing behind with her both hands as they walked to the couch where Sal sat on the edge, her knees wide apart.
"Kneel and go down on me and be quick about it," Sal commanded and the woman obeyed instantly, her breasts bouncing with the exertion of her sobbing.
Gripping Sal's upraised thighs with both hands, Betty wasted no time fitting her mouth to the aroused vulva of the younger woman who let out a groan of ecstasy at the touch of a woman's mouth on her.
Greg hurried to he down beside the kneeling woman and play with her hot behind while Paul got onto the bed behind Sal and had her lean back against him while he fondled her big, sensitive breasts with both hands, adding to her wild arousal.
It was a wild scene, but Sal's state of arousal did not permit it to last for long, before she rocketed into orgasm, arms and legs flailing, her whole body being rocked with erotic shock waves.
"Was it that good, darling?" she heard her husband whisper through a warm mist.
"Oh darling," she panted, "please don't be shocked or angry with me, but it was heaven. I'll want it again and again. Oh darling, I love you, but I'll want women to make love to me too."
"That's wonderful, darling," he assured her, kissing her mouth passionately. "It was such a thrill watching her do it to you that I got another hard-on."
"Well bless my soul," she heard Betty cry out in glee, "they both have nice stiff bones for us. Isn't that great?"
"I'll say it's great," Sal said with a smile as she sat up and rubbed wetness from her eyes, "but there is something I'd like to do before we get around to them."
"What is it, Sal?" Betty asked anxiously.
"I want to do it to you, Betty, truly I do. I'm not just returning the favor, I want to know how it feels."
"You wonderful, beautiful sweetheart," Betty replied with obvious enthusiasm, "I hoped you'd want to do it. I can't tell you how exciting it's going to be for me, knowing that mine is the first cunt you've ever lapped. How do you want to do it?"
"Would you please do it the way you did to Greg? You know, I'll lie on my back and you kneel over me and rub my face and everything."
"Sweetheart, I'm going to give you the ride of your life. I'll give your face a pussy massage like you've never imagined. Hurry, darling, lie down and I'll bring it to you while it's nice and hot. You can play with my bum while you lap me.
As she waited for Sal to get into position, Betty stood with her feet wide apart, one hand rubbing in her crotch as hot anticipation swept over her, causing her to tremble and perspire.
Sal got into position quickly and her husband bent over her and kissed her on the mouth, telling her that he wanted to kiss her mouth again after she had sucked the woman off so that he would taste cunt in her mouth.
He moved back then and Betty raised one leg to straddle the lying woman who licked her lips in anticipation of tasting cunt for the first time, of feeling her tongue slip into the soft, moist interior.
The wide open crotch was directly above her face then and it looked wildly exciting. In addition, she saw the bottom curves of Betty's big behind, hot and smooth looking. By moving her head a little, she was also able to see the big breasts bobbing.
Betty brought her crotch down slowly until hairs tickled Sal's face and she sent her tongue up to meet the descending vulva. It came right down then, pressed over Sal's nose, encasing it in soft moisture, then the woman began squirming, rubbing Sal's face with her wet, warm crotch.
After that, Betty returned her vulva to Sal's mouth and she began sucking. As she did, she caressed the big, hot, silken buttocks with both hands. Instinct told her what to do and she did it, her tongue probing the depths for a while before it found the hard clitoris and began licking it, greedily.
Betty did plenty of squirming and, like Sal before her, it was not long before she went into the ultimate squirming and jerking of orgasm.
"Oh baby," she panted when the spasms stopped and she began giving Sal a very deliberate facial with her wet slippery crotch, "you really do know how to suck a cunt. You were great baby and we're going to go down on each other often."
"Oh yes, Betty, yes, I want to. I love doing it and having it done to me. I don't know which way I like better."
"That's the way it's supposed to be, sweetheart," Betty told her as she continued to kneel above her, her crotch well off Sal's face to permit converstion. "It's like spanking, it's better when you don't know whether you prefer to give or receive."
Betty got up then and Greg came back to his wife and kissed her, passionately, his tongue licking in her mouth to savor the taste of Betty's crotch.
"Damn it all," he said as he raised his face from his wife's, "is there any law that says a man can't give his own wife a good fucking?"
"None that I've ever heard of," Paul replied. "While you're at it, I've got a nice stiff present to give my wife. She's still as good a piece of ass as any man is likely to find in the whole damn world."
As Paul and his wife went to the other couch, Greg hurriedly got between Sal's legs and easily pushed his stiff penis into her more than well lubricated slit.
He took his time, knowing that after all the previous activity, he was going to be able to give her a long, easy screwing before he went off.
His guess was right as, after stroking in his wife for a while, he paused and held her while she climaxed, then resumed and shuddered with delight as he felt the churning in his loins, then groaned as he pumped his semen into her and felt her legs wrap around him in joy.
Later, after their guests had left, Sal and her husband talked for a long time, agreeing that it had been wonderful and that all the activity with the other couple had served to make their lovemaking even better than usual.
That night, they decided they were going to expand their circle of friends and enjoy many carnal adventures together.
CHAPTER FOUR
Until then, Sal had held a job as a secretary. She didn't need the money, since Greg had a good income that was more than enough to meet all their needs and would get better. The morning after their meeting with the other couple, she and Greg agreed that she would quit the job.
She had more than enough to occupy her mind then, since she would look after their private correspondence with other swingers and would often, with Greg and Paul's permission, have Betty over to visit.
Going through the most recent issues of the tabloids, and magazines such as "Bizarre Life," she wrote replies to many of the ads, promising to send nude pictures of her husband and herself in exchange for similar pictures of others.
Some of the ads were from people in the city in which they lived, but she was not to be bound by geography and replied to correspondents from all over the States and Canada.
Her secretarial training told her it would be fun to set up files for the more interesting correspondents and exchange long letters, pictures and tapes with them.
Greg encouraged her and offered to give her a hand if the volume of correspondence got out of hand. Smiling, she assured him she would be able to handle it, pointing out that it was going to be such pleasant work.
And it turned out to be all of that. Excited by the idea of becoming involved in such a wide circle of like minded persons, Betty pitched in and helped. Whenever possible, Betty would hurry to Sal's house as soon as the children left for school in the morning.
While they waited for the mail to arrive, they would undress, either leaving bra and panties on, or stripping naked, and they found that time passed easily as they writhed on the couch.
Sal had become as greedy for lesbian love-making as Betty and was at least as adept at it. When they decided on a change from cunni-lingus, they would finger each other and find various items to play the phallic role as they took turns playing the male role.
Betty's favorite artificial phallus was an English cucumber. The best ones were not much bigger around than a stout penis, and they were available in a variety of long lengths.
With the cucumber, the one playing the male role had plenty of room for a good grip and could work as much of it up the other's vagina as she wanted. As she became accustomed to it, Sal found that she usually liked to get ten or twelve inches of it into her, then have Betty drive it in and out at a good pace until she went off with the big thing resting inside her as she squirmed on the bed or couch, depending on where they played the game.
Using the Polaroid camera they took many pictures of each other for themselves and for their correspondents as well. The pictures often showed one of them with one of Sal's cucumbers stuck in her slit, although they photographed other artifical phalli as well.
One they really laughed about showed Betty bent from the waist, hands on her knees and turning to smile over her shoulder. A long candle was inserted between her freshly spanked buttocks and it was lighted. They called the picture "A Spanking Birthday Cake". Since they only photographed in color, the picture was very impressive.
In return they received many interesting pictures from correspondents. The one that was the favorite of both Sal and Betty, as well as their husbands, was one showing a middle aged, naked woman, down on all fours sucking the cock of a kneeling man while a great dog mounted her, his long cock just being pushed up her slit.
She had written that she had her husband had worked for a long time to train the dog, but that it had been well worth it since he had come to love fucking her and did so often. She reported that they were still trying to teach the dog to bugger her husband but that he was being stubborn about that.
"I may have the solution to your problem," Sal wrote back. "I would imagine that if you fingered your twat for a long time and got it nice and juicy, then rubbed a lot of it around your husband's arsehole, it may make it smell enough like a cunt to interest the dog. Perhaps if you did it while you're menstrating, it would give a stronger suggestion of a bitch in heat."
"Oh you brilliant darling," the woman wrote back not long after that, "we followed your advise and my husband received a delightful bum fucking that left him raw. We have enclosed a picture of the blessed event and if you can take your eyes off the dog's long cock, you'll see the smile of rapture on my husband's face."
After that, Betty and Sal determined that they were going to buy a dog and train it.
"We can get more than just fucking out of him if we train him right," Betty pointed out. "Just imagine having our cunts lapped by a dog's long, rough tongue."
"Oooh, my panties get hot thinking about it. I'm also thinking of watching the dog buggering our men. Tell me, do you think a dog would let a person suck his cock. I wonder what that would be like."
"Now you've done it," Betty replied. "My panties are on fire too, let's get them off and put some fires out. How do you want it?"
"Oh how I pine for sweet sixty-nine," Sal told her, a giggle following her sigh.
"Stop trying to be funny, come here and suck my cunny," Betty replied and they broke into convulsive laughter as they took their bras off, then discarded their panties.
Garter belts and nylons seemed the perfect uniform for the act, and they were soon locked in an end to end embrace, their silken bodies writhing on the bed as each brought the other to climax.
Later, while they sipped drinks and looked through an album of erotic photographs, they paused to stare at one which showed a mature woman standing while a teenaged boy knelt naked before her.
Her feet were planted wide apart and she held the lips of her cunt open with two fingers while the boy, his tongue out, ready to lick, held his stiff cock in one hand with the skin drawn back to show the head clearly.
"That reminds me of Paul's story of how that woman taught him to lap her twat when he was a kid. Wasn't that exciting?" Sal asked.
"It sure was. Are you thinking what I'm thinking, dear?"
"I think I am, but I'm not sure what our husbands would say about our messing around with jail bait."
"We wouldn't have to say anything about it, would we?"
"I don't know," Sal said with a pained expression. "I hate to do anything behind Greg's back, and yet, the idea sounds so thrilling that I can't find the strength to refuse."
"Just leave it with me, dear," Betty said, stroking Sal's smooth, bare thigh above the top of her nylon. "I don't have any definite ideas just yet, but one of these days I may show up at your house with a nervous young boy in tow. You couldn't very well turn me away, could you?"
"I suppose not," Sal agreed. "After all, we are friends and that wouldn't be a very friendly gesture."
"Right. Come to think of it, Sal, maybe I do have an idea after all."
"Tell me about it, quick or I'll turn you over and give you such a spanking."
"That's hardly what I'd call a threat, darling," Betty teased.
"Then hurry up and tell me or I'll turn you over and not give you a spanking."
"Oh, not that! Not that!" Betty pleaded in mock horror. "I give up, I'll tell all. Of course, I won't be able to talk so well unless you play with my titties while I'm doing my talking."
Both were naked except for garter belts and nylons, and Sal moved closer to her friend and began playing with her breasts with both hands.
"Well, one of my kids often brings this friend to the house. His name is Brad and he's a good looking, rather shy boy of about fifteen, possibly fourteen, I'm not sure, exactly.
"A few times when I've been careless about how I was sitting, I've caught him stealing glances at my thighs. I have a hunch he pulls himself a lot and thinks about women but has never seen one."
"Oh, how exciting," Sal sighed. "If anyone could ever seduce him, I'll bet you're the one. I think you could seduce a statue, you beautiful, horny bitch."
"Thank you, darling, what a lovely tribute. Would you like me to suck your arsehole or your cunt or anything to show my appreciation?"
"Just wait until my cunt has rested a while longer and I'll take you up on that offer," Sal told her with a warm smile. "For the time being, just lie back and let me play with your cunt a little. I never seem to tire of that."
Sighing, Betty lay. back with her legs open and while Sal stroked the warm vulva, slipping a finger in from time to time, they talked excitedly about the fun it could be to seduce an innocent boy, especially if they did it together.
After a little more playing, Betty told Sal she was ready for more. The battery operated vibrator was beside them on the couch, so Sal picked it up, twisted the base to activate it, and, sitting beside the lying woman, she inserted the head of the unit into her friend's vulva, found her clitoris and kept it vibrating there until Betty went off, doing an exciting series of high lacks while her bum bounced on the couch.
The following morning, Betty phoned shortly after Greg left for the office and told Sal that she had given Brad a few tests and he had responded beautifully.
"When he comes to visit today," she went on, "I'm going to send my son away on an errand and bring Brad to see you. What do you think of that?"
"Just wait until I get a finger up my snatch and I'll give you the answer," Sal told her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Fate was on Sal's side that day when Greg phoned from the office to tell her that he and Paul were going to meet late that afternoon and shoot a round of golf. Allowing for a couple of drinks in the club later, he estimated he would be home around seven-thirty or eight.
Since Betty had estimated earlier that she would be there with the boy around four-thirty, that would allow them more than enough time to carry out their intended seduction, if, she cautioned herself, the boy proved to be in the market to be seduced.
That afternoon, after she had finished with her correspondence for the day, Sal picked up a thick letter which had not yet been opened, and took it to the bathroom with her.
She felt in the mood for a long soak in a scented bath and the letter would provide excellent company. She knew who it was from, and the woman always wrote exciting letters and frequently sent equally exciting pictures.
Sal stripped while the tub ran, and considered having a playful little finger session before her bath. At length, she rejected the idea and decided to save the orgasm until the boy arrived.
Still, as she stepped into the pleasantly warm and fragrant tub, she considered the possibility that the letter would get her so worked up that she would change her decision.
Leaning back in the tub, sighing, she opened the letter and shook four Polaroid prints out of it. Putting the letter down, she looked at the first picture and a hot smile came over her face as she saw a muscular Negro, seated on a stool with a naked woman lying over his lap.
The color picture showed his skin as being very dark, while, in contrast, the woman was a fair skinned blonde. The only portion of her skin that was not pale white, was her buttocks which had already been turned red by the big hand of the Negro.
The second picture showed the Negro standing, hands on hips, a satisfied grin on his face. His penis looked big enough to lend credence to the popular myth about the Negro being better endowed with sexual equipment than the white man.
The blonde woman knelt in front of him, a look of rapture on her face as the tip of her tongue touched the head of his beautiful meat. On the back of the print, the woman had written, "eight inches of beautiful black power."
The other two pictures also showed the blonde woman with the Negro. In one, his penis was in her mouth, stretching her jaws, head of his prick was pushed between the and in the other, she knelt on all fours while the cheeks of her well spanked behind.
The letter was a detailed account of a weekend the Negro, a professional athlete, had spent with her and her husband at their cottage in the country.
Through the first three typewritten pages of vivid description, Sal managed to resist the urge to finger herself, but on the fourth page, when the woman described how her husband had dressed in panties, minislip, garter belt and nylons, and the Negro then spanked, played with him, then buggered him, Sal gave up resisting and pushed a finger up her slit.
Holding the letter in her left hand, she fingered herself until she enjoyed a thrilling underwater come. Finishing the letter, she checked the time and decided to get dressed.
She selected some highly erotic lingerie, then, although she had not discussed the matter with Betty, she selected an exotic, semi-sheer negligee rather than a dress, reasoning that since the name of the game was seduce the boy, she may as well dress properly to get things off on the right foot.
Pouring herself a drink, she sat sipping at it, her mind filled with excitingly erotic thoughts while she waited for Betty to arrive, hoping desperately that she would have the boy with her. Once they got him into the house, Sal was confident, seducing him would not be difficult at all.
When she heard the car pull into the driveway, she ran to the window and heaved a sigh of relief as she saw the boy getting out of the car with Betty. Since it was then not quite four-thirty, it assured them close to three hours in which to seduce the innocent boy and teach him a whole list of erotic games.
Meeting Betty at the door, standing behind it so that the neighbors would not see how she was dressed, Sal was pleased at the look she saw on Betty's face when her friend saw how she was dressed.
"Didn't I tell you my friend Sal was beautiful?" she asked the boy. "Brad, this sexy beauty is Sal, Sal, this is Brad, the good looking boy I've told you about."
They went into the living room after that and Sal got a Coke for the boy while she poured drinks for herself and Betty.
"Brad is shy about admitting it," Betty told her as she sat with the hem of her skirt pulled high above her knees, "but he really appreciates beauty in the female, especially shapely legs."
"How nice," Sal replied, "I'm sorry though that I have mine all covered up like this. I do hope you'll forgive me, Brad."
He stammered that he didn't mind at all and that she looked great dressed as she was. As his eyes kept returning to her, she was aware that through the negligee, he could see an exciting suggestion of lingerie.
"Oh Betty," Sal said as both women looked for the right words to get things started, "I do like your nylons. Do they have the wide tops or the narrow?"
"I guess you'd call it about in between," Betty said as she raised the hem of her dress to display the tops of her nylons and a little skin above.
"They are nice, dear, and they look like that soft nylon. May I feel?"
"Of course, dear," Betty smiled, thanking her silently for getting things underway.
As she approached the woman, Sal realized that the boy was going to get a bonus since she would be standing between him and a window through which the late afternoon sun slanted in so that it would melt her negligee and give him a thrilling view of her body.
Bending, she ran a hand slowly over the tops of both nylons. As she stroked, she could feel Betty's passion, one she sensed, which matched her own.
"Are yours the same, dear?" Betty asked.
"Just about, I think. Here, you feel and see what you think."
Straightening up, she pulled her negligee open so that the boy would be able to see teasingly close to the crotch of her panties. While she held it that way, Betty fondled the expanded tops of her dark, sheer nylons. Looking over her, Sal smiled and winked at the obviously excited boy. He was blushing furiously, but Sal guessed that he didn't want their exciting game to stop.
"Do you like the feel of nylons, Brad?" Betty asked as she continued to stroke Sal's thighs.
"I ... I don't know. I never felt any," he replied.
"Oh, that's a shame, Brad," she said, her hands pausing, "come and feel Sal's, she won't mind."
"Are you ... sure?" he asked, looking nervously up to Sal's smiling face.
"Of course, Brad. I like having my thighs felt. I guess all women do. Come and help yourself."
His walk was strange as he approached the chair where Betty sat, and Sal guessed that he was having trouble with his knees. Under the circumstances, that wasn't surprising, she told herself.
Approaching nervously, he bent to reach for her with one hand. When Betty told him it would be better if he used two, and crouched in front of Sal, he did so. She felt the light, tentative touch of his hands on the tops of her nylons and her body responded instantly, passion flaring hotly in her.
Seeing Betty bend close to the boy to whisper in his ear, Sal guessed what was coming and moved her feet farther apart. As she had guessed, the boy began to move his hands higher on her thighs and, when the woman whispered to him again, he hurriedly pushed a hand into her crotch, palm upward, and pressed it onto the warm crotch of her panties.
"Oh Brad," Sal sighed, "that feels so nice and you do it so well. Are you sure you haven't felt a woman before?"
"Oh no."
"I can't understand how you can be so good at it, dear," she went on. "Rub a little harder all through my crotch. It feels very warm to me, is it really?"
"Is it ever. Boy, this is great."
Moving to the edge of her chair, Betty took his other hand, guided it into Sal's negligee and around her so that she was able to put it on the seat of Sal's clinging nylon panties.
"Now Brad," she urged in a husky tone, "give her a real feeling up with both hands. Make her squirm, she just loves it."
While the boy fondled Sal's bottom and thighs, Betty slipped out of the chair and stood behind him. Quickly, she unfastened her dress and took it off, winking at Sal as she stood, hands on her hips.
"I think you'd find it worthwhile to turn around, Brad," Sal told him and felt his hands leave her body.
She heard his gasp as he turned, still crouching and saw Betty standing proudly in bra and panties.
"I was getting jealous, Brad," she told him in a husky whisper, "she was getting all the feeling and I wanted some for myself."
When she beckoned, the boy went to her and began feeling her thighs, panties, then worked his way up to her excitingly filled bra, pushing the mounds together and staring at the soft, white flesh between the cups.
Approaching him from behind, Sal slipped her left arm around the boy's waist and pressed her right hand over his erect penis.
"Ooh, Brad," she sighed, "Your cock is nice and hard. Some woman could get a real nice fuck from that. Have you ever stuck it in a girl's hot little cunt and fucked her?"
"No ... o," he croaked as she squeezed the hard little rod and pressed her body against him.
"I'd just love to have you fuck me and I'll bet Betty feels the same. Don't you dear?"
"Oh yes, Sal, my cunt is burning right now. I'd give anything to feel a nice hard cock pushing up into it. If we're nice to Brad, perhaps he'll fuck both of us with his nice hard cock. Would you, Brad?"
"Would I ever. Boy, I just can't believe it. You're not just kidding me, are you?"
"We're not kidding, dear. If you want to, well both strip naked and you can play with us all you like. After than, you may stick your cock into both of us. We both love to be fucked and our husbands won't be home with their big, stiff cocks for a long time. Help Sal take her negligee off, dear. She looks lovely in her bra and panties."
Trembling, the boy turned to Sal and she smiled as she touched the sash of the negligee which was tied loosely. His trembling fingers reached for the tie and pulled it open. He emitted a little quavering groan as he pushed the garment open and stared at her lush body.
"You're so beautiful," he groaned, "the two of you."
"That makes you pretty lucky, dear," Betty told him. "I guess there are not very many boys your age, or even older, who have ever been alone with two beautiful women like this."
He helped her off with the negligee and she told him to hand it over the back of the chair. When he had done so and turned back to them, the women were embracing and kissing passionately, their bodies rubbing, hands moving over each other.
"I didn't know women kissed each other like that," he observed when the embrace ended, showing that arousal had pushed nervousness out of the way.
"Sure they do, dear," Betty told him. "They do a lot more than that when they're bare naked. They kiss each other in the most exciting places."
"Are you going to do that now?"
"We could if you like. It would be a very exciting show for you, I suppose if we sucked each other's tits and cunts and everything. Do you think you'd enjoy watching that?"
"Would I ever."
"Then I'll tell you what, let's go to the bedroom and well all strip naked and have tons of fun. Besides, we both want to have a look at that hard cock of yours and I want to take it in my mouth and give it a little sucking. All the men we know like to have a woman suck their cocks."
The women moved toward the bedroom and Brad followed anxiously, his eyes fastened on their panty clad bottoms as they walked. Through the sheer fabric he could see a shadowy crack between excitingly plump buttocks.
In the bedroom, the women sat on the bed and Betty told the boy to strip naked. He did so, not taking his eyes off them as they played with each other and talaked aloud of the hot desire which was sweeping over them, and of how nice it was going to be to have a strong, naked youth in bed with them.
Both complimented him on the size and hardness of his cock and they asked him to get on the bed with them so that they could feel it. He hurried to them and the three quickly formed a writhing mass on the bed as six hands became busy.
Betty took her bra off and gave the boy her breasts to play with. Wanting to get in on the action, Sal told him to suck one of them while she sucked the other. She pushed her friend down on her back and claimed one globe with her mouth while the boy took the other. The joy of having both her breasts sucked at the same time caused Betty to groan with passion.
At length, Betty groaned for them to stop and they did so. Sal showed the boy what the sucking had done to Betty's nipples as they poked up boldly, shining with moisture.
"Would you like to suck my tits?" Sal asked as she reached behind her to unhook her bra.
"Yeah," he panted as the bra fell away and she made her lush breasts sway.
"Give them a nice rubbing first," she urged him, "then get one into your mouth and suck me until my nipple is raw."
Betty pulled her down onto the bed and then it was Sal's turn to experience the joy of having both her breasts sucked at the same time. They mouthed her until she begged them to stop.
Sal moved away from the boy and she and Betty moved into a passionate embrace, their mouths mashing, bodies rubbing. They rolled and writhed on the bed for a long time while the boy, unable to resist the urge, stole a few tentative feels of thighs and buttocks, until, convinced that they didn't mind at all, he fondled more boldly.
The women moved a little apart then and each began to feel the crotch of the other. By means of a lot of twisting and squirming, Brad enjoyed some thrilling views of the female secret which had always been hidden from his sight.
When the women moved again, they turned end to end and he held his breath as their crotches opened, Sal giving him a perfectly clear view of the pink lips between which he could see the moisture which had been produced by the ministrations of Betty's hand.
Brad groaned with arousal as he watched Betty's face move into the crotch to block his view, but to present him with an exciting new one as she began to suck and lick the soft, pink cunt.
Moving from end to end, his hands never off naked skin, Brad watched, perspiring and panting as they lapped each other until both climaxed. When they finished, they rolled apart and allowed him to play in their wet, warm crotches.
"Well Brad," Betty asked in a dreamy tone, "how did you like our little session of cunt lapping?"
"That was really great," he panted. "Would you like to have a try at lapping our cunts?"
"I ... sure. You bet I would. You may have to tell me how to do it."
"There isn't that much to learn, dear. I'll give you a quick rundown on it, then you just do it the way Sal and I did."
Opening her crotch wide, she had him explore the landscape carefully, then guided his finger to her clitoris, explaining that to make a woman really come, it was necessary to work on it with the tongue. When he told her he was ready, she lay back, he fitted his face into her crotch and greedily sucked and lapped her cunt until she came.
Sitting up, he told the women how thrilling it was to lap a nice wet, hot cunt and Sal invited him to give hers a try. He did so with delight and soon had her kicking her legs and groaning as she went off with her behind bouncing on the bed.
"Shame on you for making all that noise, Sal," Betty scolded, winking at the boy to show that it was all in fun. "I'm going to punish you for that. Come here and lie over my lap to have your pretty bum spanked."
"Are you really going to spank her?" Brad asked as Sal draped her body across the waiting thighs of the seated nude.
"You bet I am, dear, I just love spanking a woman's bare bum. Doesn't she look exciting that way?"
"She sure does," the boy agreed.
"Feel her bum now, before I spank her, then I'll let you feel how much hotter it is when I finish."
Brad rubbed her firm buttocks with both hands, then Betty told him to step back. When he did, she began spanking Sal's lovely nether cheeks and soon had her in tears as the white was quickly replaced by bright pink which in turn became a fiery red as Sal kicked her legs and cried lustily.
"There now, Brad," Betty told him, "feel how hot a woman's bum is after it has been well spanked."
"Wow," he exclaimed as his hands tested the heated skin of Sal's behind, "that's really hot. Why did she let you do that to her?"
"Because I ... sob ... Love it," Sal told him as she turned her wet face to him and smiled, her eyes shining. "I'm also going to love watching when you take her over your lap and spank her bare bum as hard as she spanked mine. How does that grab you?"
"Is that right?" he asked Betty.
"You heard her, dear, she said you're to spank me as hard as I spanked her. Do you think you're strong enough?"
"Sure, but do you really want me to hurt you like that?"
"That's right, dear. A spanking is no fun if it doesn't make the woman cry. Make it really sting for me and I'll reward you by letting you give me a nice fuck in a little while."
The two women got up and Brad sat on the edge of the bed. Seconds later, Betty was lying across his lap and he was spanking her plump cheeks while Sal urged him on and kept him slapping harder and harder while Betty writhed and cried, her lush body squirming on his thighs.
He would have stopped a few times, but each time, Sal told him to keep spanking. When she did allow him to stop, they both massaged and fondled the hot bum cheeks as Betty went on sobbing.
"Well, little lover," Betty said as she stood rubbing her hot, tingling behind, "I'd say it's time for your big moment."
"You mean...?" he stopped, unable to say the words.
"I mean it's time for you to stick your stiff prick up a woman's cunt and feel what it's like to work it in and out until you shoot your cream up her. I'll tell you what. You will stick it in Sal's little cunt and give her a few strokes, then you'll pull it out and fuck me all the way."
Sharing the boy's excitement, Sal lay back on the bed and opened her legs wide. As she told him to get on her, she rubbed her pussy in expectation.
Betty guided the trembling boy and he was soon fumbling with his erect tool in Sal's wet crotch. With a little difficulty, he found her slit and pushed it in. She held him as he rested on her warm, silken body, thrilling to the feel of having his cock buried in a woman's cunt.
He began stroking when Sal told him to, then after a dozen or so strokes, Betty told him to pull out and come to her.
Sal moved out of the way and Betty lay back with her legs up and open. He fitted his tool into her with ease, began stroking, but the fucking she got was not much longer than what he had given Sal as he climaxed very quickly and trembled between her thighs as he pumped his semen into her.
Still naked, the women went for drinks and Brad went along with them. In the kitchen, he showed that ejaculation had not killed his interest as he went on fondling naked breasts, thighs and buttocks while the women prepared their drinks.
After a little while, when the women agreed that there was no chance of getting him hard again, they suggested he should get dressed and leave, promising that they would invite him back to the house another time.
When he left, they went to the bathroom to freshen up and await the arrival of their husbands.
CHAPTER SIX
Over the next year, Sal and Greg had built up a wide circle of friends through correspondence and actual meetings. They had also become experts in the erotic arts, trying everything and always seeking new thrills and more and more new partners with whom to share them.
But despite their outside interests, they agreed that their marriage was better than it had ever been, that they were both happier and more exciting partners.
They were content to spend many evenings alone at home, resting and talking about past experiences and those to come. They had scrap-books filled with delightfully erotic pictures and they look through them often.
There were also a number of tapes in the collection, and on one particular night, they were playing one that had arrived in the mail that day. As they listened, they looked at the pictures spread out before them on the table.
In color, they showed a naked man and woman in various poses and one picture showed a naked boy, their twelve year old son, standing with his back to the camera and showing a very red behind. Another picture showed their fourteen year old daughter, also naked, and with her behind and thighs very red.
The tape commenced with the woman undressing the boy and telling of the spanking he was going to receive. She kept up a running commentary of his undressing and her scolding, then took him onto her lap as he sobbed and pleaded not to be spanked. Still scolding, she went on to spank him, her hand producing loud, exciting sounds with his childish crying providing an erotic background.
She spanked unhurriedly, and never stopped scolding and commenting on the color and heat in his buttocks. The spanking lasted the full length of the tape which ended with the sounds of his crying and sniffling as she finally stopped spanking and patted his bottom lightly.
The reverse side of the tape commenced with the man telling his daughter to strip naked for a strapping. The girl pleaded that she was too big to strip naked in front of her father, but her protests availed her nothing.
"Yes," the man was heard to observe when she stood naked before him, "You are getting to be quite a big girl at that. You do have nice breasts and thighs and a very nice bum for strapping. No, don't try to hide your little cunny bush, move your hands away, that's it. Yes, it's a very cute one."
Obviously dying of embarrassment, the girl sobbed and pleaded with her father, then was told to bend over the foot of the bed with her feet wide apart. There was a short period of silence, then in a shocked tone, she asked, "what are you doing, Daddy."
"There's nothing to make a fuss about, Tess," he told her, "I'm merely looking up between your thighs to see what a big girl you are. You have a pretty little one."
"No, Daddy," she cried out, "you mustn't touch me there."
There was the sound of a loud spank and he told the girl to keep still and not try to close her legs or she would get her beating with the electric cord instead of his belt.
"You don't like the way the cord cuts those big welts in your ass and thighs, do you, Tess?"
They heard the sounds of the girl sobbing and crying in defeat and humiliation.
"The old bastard is really giving her little cunt a fingering," Greg observed to his wife as he did the same to her with his hand.
"I'll say," Sal agreed. "Do you suppose he screws her or laps her pussy?"
"By the sound of him, I wouldn't be surprised."
"There now, Tess," the heard the man say, "that will do for now. I'll just wipe my fingers on your bum then we'll start your strapping."
In a few seconds, they heard the first slap of the belt and the girl's loud cries. The man strapped her very slowly, commenting on the appearance of her buttocks and thighs between strokes. Some of his comments were lost to them though because of the loud crying and screaming of the tortured girl.
The strapping continued until the end of the tape. Close to the end of the tape, they heard the girl's mother comment that she and the boy had come to watch the rest of his sister's strapping.
"You know how he loves to see her in the nude getting her bum strapped. It's all right, dear, you may crouch and peek up. Isn't she cute there?"
As the tape died, Sal and Greg contemplated what they would have heard had it been a longer one.
"Damn it," Greg commented as he clicked the machine off, "that was the best one yet. We're going to have to visit them. Imagine what it would be like to sit in on a session like that?"
"I don't know, dear," Sal hesitated. "Sure, it made me as randy as a billy goat, but I'm not sure I could watch parents beating and humiliating their own kids like that."
"Sure it's pretty kinky all right," Greg agreed, "but the way I look at it is that the kids are going to get it anyway, so I'd be all for watching."
"Right now, darling, I'm for more than just watching anything," Sal told him. "I know a husband who is going to dance for me tonight while I strap his big, bare arse."
"Well," he said, smiling, "that seems only reasonable since he is going to spank his wife's pretty bum and make her cry for a long time. Shall we adjourn?"
On their way down to the basement recreation room, where most of their spanking sessions took place, they discussed who would get it first, then agreed to decide by the toss of a coin. The coin dictated that Sal would be spanked first and they were both satisfied.
Since they had been naked while listening to the tape, there was no time lost in undressing. To save time for later, Greg went behind the bar and picked up the wide leather belt they kept there.
Following the custom they so enjoyed, he knelt in front of his wife and presented the belt to her, doubled as it would be later when she strapped him with it.
When he got to his feet again, Greg reminded his wife that they owed a tape to one of their correspondents, so he went upstairs for the portable machine and staged a dramatic performance as he turned the machine on and proceeded to scold and spank his wife while she played the protesting, sobbing and crying role beautifully.
What they produced, in addition to a very red and hot behind for Sal, was a tape that would thrill the recipients.
They decided to put on another tape before Sal gave him his strapping. When all was in readiness, she turned on her dominant tone and demanded that he get on his knees and kiss her cunt as a token of submission. Wanting another token, Sal turned and bent from the waist, ordering him to part her buttocks and lick her hole.
After he had done so, she had him He on the bed with pillows under his belly to elevate his behind, then she began strapping him. Sal had become an expert with the belt and she laid the strokes on with painful efficiency so that the man was crying like a very little boy when there were, she informed him and the tape recorder, fifteen more strokes of the belt to go. Despite his tearful pleas, she gave him the full dose before she dropped the belt and got on the bed with him.
Sal generously gave her husband her cunt to kiss and suck to take his mind off the stinging of his behind from the severe strapping he had taken. He accepted her gift eagerly and gave her as ardent a lapping as she had received in a long time.
"Well, my lord and master," she sighed when she came down out of the clouds of orgasm, "what would my lover like to do about that big stiff cock of his? The choice is all yours."
"What a nice development," he commented. "What say we do some more sucking?"
"Like sixty-nine?" Sal asked.
"Very much like sixty-nine, darling. No matter how many women may suck my cock, none does it as well as you. You have the best mouth ever."
"How sweet," Sal sighed as they moved onto the couch and got into position.
While Greg teased her by licking her inner thighs, Sal kissed and licked his throbbing bone for a little while, then stuffed the swollen head into her mouth and began sucking it.
Once, when she sensed that he was close to ejaculating, she took his prick out of her mouth and left it to cool for a little while before pushing it back into her mouth to resume the blow job.
She went into orgasm and gave his head and face a real working over with her smooth but strong thighs. Just as the shock waves began to fade, she felt an urgent jab of his pecker in her mouth and knew he was ready to shoot.
Sal took a firm grip on the shaft of his cock with her right hand and held on firmly while he fired strong spurts of creamy semen into her mouth. She swallowed with her usual delight, draining him and leaving him feeling wonderfully weak.
In bed that night, they again congratulated themselves on their decision to share their bodies and their lust with others, agreeing that their marriage couldn't have been so wonderful if they hadn't.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Because Greg was a key man in the company, his employers were delighted when he wanted to use up his vacation in two and three day breaks rather than taking it all in one chunk.
But he and Sal were delighted too because it would permit them to visit their correspondents all over the country. They arranged their first visit to the home of Evan and Fran, a couple in their early forties.
They were greeted eagerly when they arrived on Thursday afternoon to stay as guests until Sunday evening. Drinks were poured and they chatted easily since they had so many common interests.
Evan was a powerfully built man of just over six feet with the stature and physical grace of an athlete. Fran too was big, standing five-ten and with a body built proportionately. From the pictures they had seen, they knew that the woman's big breasts were amazingly firm for a woman of forty-one, and Greg's eyes kept straying to them as they talked.
Her dress featured a low cut bodice and she showed teasing portions of them and of her deep cleavage, knowing that Greg was interested in them and anxious to get his hands on them.
"I think you're anxious to see my big boobs," she told him, excitement shining in her eyes.
"You can be sure of that," Greg assured her. "I've drooled over pictures of them so many times that I want to do a lot more than just see them. I hope you like having them sucked."
"Love it, darling," she sighed. "I like to roll over on my sucker and smother him with them. Mind you, I like having other things sucked too."
"You'll get all you want," he assured her. "When I'm tired, Sal will be pleased to take over."
"She will when I'm not busy with her, that is," Evan informed him. "After the pictures of your wife that I've seen, when my cock isn't in her cunt my tongue will be. I may not even stop for meals."
"Why should you, lover?" Sal asked with a smile. "I've got lots to eat in my panties."
"Well, here we go," Fran announced as she stood. "You two can find some way of amusing yourselves while I take Greg to my room and get him ready the way I like my men."
Greg got up and went with her. Having seen pictures of her with males dressed in lingerie, he knew roughly what to expect. Before they left the room, they saw Sal standing in front of the seated man, her dress held above her waist to let him see and feel her as they began to warm up for bigger and better things.
"How about taking some clothes off, lover man," Fran said as she closed the bedroom door behind them, "I'm very anxious to see you."
As she said it and Greg began undressing, the woman took her dress off. She wore no slip and Greg paused in his work to stare at her. Her big body overfilled black bra and panties, yet Greg could see that there was no fat on her. She was big, well fleshed, firm and beautiful.
He saw the look of strength about her and knew that she would use that strength to beat him. The thought combined with the sight of her caused his penis to leap to full erection.
"Hurry up, lover," she smiled, "I want to be kissed and held by my strong young man."
Greg hurried and was soon stepping out of his shorts, feeling her eyes on his throbbing tool.
Fran held out her arms and Greg hurried to her. While they kissed, she reached between them and captured his hard penis. Because she was as tall as he, she was able to push it between her firm thighs and hold it there through a long and passionate embrace during which he explored her behind through her sheer panties and found it more than just firm, almost hard. Spanking that, he told himself, was going to be a memorable experience.
From the other room, they heard the sounds of Sal being spanked, and Greg's arousal moved up a few more degrees. He knew he could wait to plunge his prick into the big woman, but he had to see and feel her naked.
When he told her so, she stepped out of his arms and removed her bra.
"My God," he gasped as he reached for the massive but firm mounds with the big nipples, "they're not to be believed."
When he released her, she smiled and pushed her panties down to step out of them. The rest of her, he decided, was also not to be believed. Reason told him that no woman could be so big, yet so firm and well shaped, and yet she was.
They went to the bed to play, still listening to and being excited by the sounds of the spanking which had become more exciting with the addition of Sal's loud crying.
"She can really take a spanking," Fran observed as Greg began playing with her breasts and causing the nipples to grow long and hard. "Don't worry though, lover, this big bum of mine can take all you can give it."
"I'll give it plenty too, but don't you worry," he told her, "I like to use my hand."
"That's fine by me, Greg, but feel free to use a leather belt or a strap if you wish. We have a pretty good collection of them."
He didn't try to answer because he had filled his mouth with teat and kept trying to suck even more into it. There was so much left over that it was a hopeless task but still a delightful one.
After he had sucked both her teats, he turned her over and began playing with her lush buttocks. When he parted them, he had to peer into a very deep valley to see the pink ring which looked small and exciting at the bottom of the cleavage. He knew he would have to have her bend well over in order to get his tongue into it to ream her the way he would want to.
Holding her down with a hand on the small of her back, he gave her a crisp spank and she grunted and brought her behind up, obviously wanting more. He gave her many more spanks, thrilling to the firmness of her big buttocks with each resounding slap of his hand.
Greg gave her about twenty hard spanks before she began to sob.
"You really can take it, Fran," he told her in sincere admiration, "but I'll stop for now. Another time when you're over my lap I'll want to make you cry, but not now. I have a feeling I'll be crying before you."
"Oh yes, lover, let's get dressed now." After one more passionate kiss, they got off the bed.
From a drawer, Fran got a padded bra, garter belt, pink nylon panties and sheer nylons which she handed to him without comment. While he dressed, Fran twisted to look in the mirror and adore the pinkness he had spanked into her massive behind, then put her bra and panties back on.
"Hell I'm dumb," he remarked as she snugged her panties around her body, "I didn't even get to look at your pussy while you had your panties off."
"Don't fret, Greg," she told him with a smile as she rubbed it through her panties, "you'll see plenty of it before your little vacation is over. Mmm, I like the way you bulge the front of your panties," she added, rubbing the big lump of his erection. "You have a splendid cock, darling, I don't know whether I want most to feel it in my mouth or my cunt."
"I'll give you plenty of both to help you decide," he promised as they left the room to go to his wife and her husband.
The sound of spanking had stopped and when they entered the room they understood why. Sal sat on the edge of a big chair, leaning back while the man knelt with his face out of sight in her crotch. Her panties were on the floor beside the chair.
Sal smiled a greeting at them, then her expression changed and they watched her writhe and jerk through orgasm. Evan got up, smiling and licking his lips, informing all that her little cunt was the sweetest he had ever lapped, present company excluded, he added with a smile at his wife who showed no sign of pique at his evaluation of the woman she intended to lap as often as possible.
Bending beside the chair, Fran pressed a hand into Sal's moist crotch and gave her a few light rubs as she told her that she too would want to eat her, often.
Because he had previously dressed in lingerie at parties, Greg felt no discomfort, even when the others fondled him and made the usual comments about what a pretty girl he was.
"But my pretty little girl is going to get her pretty little bum spanked and is going to cry pretty little tears before she gets off my lap, isn't she, dear?" Fran asked Greg as she fondled his panty clad buttocks with both hands.
"Yes, Mummy," Greg answered in a surprisingly childish tone.
While Fran and Greg prepared for their spanking game, the other couple undressed. When she had done so, Sal picked up her panties and put them back on, bra and panties striking her as the right costume for the time being. The man stripped naked and showed a strong looking erection which Sal decided was big enough to assure her a good time whether it was up her slit or spitting in her mouth.
Sal and Evan went to pour drinks for themselves, and while they were doing it, they saw Greg bend over the lap of the powerful woman who had armed herself with a wooden backed hair brush.
As she scolded her willing victim, she put the brush down beside her, stroked his panty covered bum for a few seconds, then commenced his spanking. She swung with impressive force so that as she watched, Sal knew that her husband was going to get a real spanking and that there was going to be plenty of crying before it was over, especially after Fran switched to the brush as she knew she would.
While Sal was thinking of it, Fran paused in the spanking and rubbed the seat of the clinging panties while Greg sobbed.
"So you think that stung, do you?" she asked as she reached to pick up the brush, "well see what you think of this."
The back of the brush smacked hard and Greg let out a howl of pain.
"I thought that would do it, you dirty little girl," Fran commented. "My brush really stings your little bum-bum, doesn't it? Like this ... and this ... and this...."
While Greg kicked his legs and howled, the woman went on to give him a thorough spanking with the brush, then put it down again and ordered him to lift up so that she could take his panties down.
"Oh no, Mummy, not on the bare bum," he sobbed, maintaining the childish tone which came more easily as he was crying. "No ... no...." please don't take my little panties down."
"I'll take them down all right, like this," she replied, jerking his panties down, then pushing them farther so that the brilliantly colored spanking area was completely bared to receive morea "I'll show you what happens when you let little boys take your panties off and play with your cunt. Did you let him lick it and suck it?"
"Yes, Mummy, I'm sorry."
"And what else did you do?"
"I let him stick his hard cock in my mouth and I sucked him off. I won't do it anymore, Mummy, please don't spank me again."
"Oh yes I will. I'm going to teach you to keep your little panties on when you play with boys."
After a little more scolding, during which she patted his tingling buttocks, Fran renewed her grip on him and resumed spanking, this time with her open hand which made a louder sound than the brush had and, judging by the cries they heard, must have stung as much.
But even when she stopped spanking the crying man, Fran was not yet finished with him. Drawing a deep breath which threatened to explode her big bra, she picked up the brush again, patted his buttocks with the back of it to let him know what to expect, then, as he cried more loudly, she resumed smacking his already bruised buttocks with it.
Greg really howled then and Sal saw that he was getting more than he had bargained for. She wondered if he was still enjoying it. At the same time, she made a mental note to have a chat with Fran and let her know that she couldn't take that kind of beating.
And then at last, Fran stopped spanking the loudly crying man. Putting the hairbrush down on his back, she massaged his outraged posterior with her right hand as she stared at his buttocks, framed by the garter belt and suspenders, and at his nylon sheathed thighs.
"All right, dear," she spoke gently, "Mummy is finished spanking your bum now and she'll pull your panties up and take you to the couch where you can take her panties down and suck her cunt. That will help you forget about the fire in your arse."
She helped Greg to his feet and pulled his panties up. Despite the pain of the severe spanking, his tool still stood strongly, pushing out at the nylon of his panties and telling Sal that he had enjoyed the whole spanking after all. Her admiration of his ability to take punishment rose sharply.
Fran stood by the couch and Greg, still sobbing, crouched beside her and took her panties down. Naked, her buttocks impressed Sal even more than they had through her panties. While the man was lowering her panties, she took her bra off and Sal gasped at the sight of her breasts. She wondered if Greg had been given a chance to suck them in the bedroom.
Greg hadn't had a chance to view Fran's crotch earlier, but as she stretched out on the couch and opened her legs, he couldn't miss it. It was as wide and as beautiful a crotch as he had ever seen. She was a big woman with a crotch wide enough to admit a big man, comfortably, and her legs looked more than strong enough to keep him there as long as she wanted to.
As she raised her legs up over her body, Sal gave a little cry of passion as she saw the arched, jutting arse of the woman. Her husband gave a little cry too, then without any preliminary licking at all, he gripped her firm hips and pressed his face into her crotch.
He was still sobbing, but the sounds were muffled in her crotch and they soon changed from sobs to groans of delighted lust. Greg loved cunt lapping as much as any man he had ever known, and her crotch offered delights which matched the best he had ever tasted.
He tasted it well, his tongue lapping hotly inside, and soon brought her to climax, sending her legs up as they kicked in ecstasy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
During her husband's spanking, Sal had encouraged Evan to take her bra and panties off so that he could play with her more effectively. As a result, when Fran got off the couch after her lapping and suggested they all go to bed for a while, Sal, like the others, except for her husband, was naked.
Greg took the bra off on the way to the bedroom, and when they reached the room, he removed his panties as well. Sal knew he liked wearing nylons and a garter belt and guessed correctly that he would choose to leave them on.
The bed, especially constructed and consisting of two double bed mattresses, dominated the room and as the group got onto it, there was no question of who was with whom. As he usually did before they paired off with others, Greg took his wife into his arms and they kissed passionately.
After the kiss, he took Fran in his arms while his wife went to Evan. Although both women told their men they wanted a nice fucking, they were in no hurry as they enjoyed playing with each other while passion mounted for all of them.
There was plenty of squirming, but more than enough room for it and they used it all, bumping each other from time to time, making it all more exciting.
"Ooh, look," Sal said to Evan as they finished yet another passionate kiss.
Evan's wife had rolled so that her upper thighs and lower slopes of her buttocks were scant inches from Sal's face. The big woman raised her legs high and they watched Greg get into position between her thighs, his stiff cock at the ready, the skin pulled well back to free the swollen head.
The other couple watched in fascination as Greg guided his cock into her crotch, found her moist slit and very slowly pushed it in with a little squishing sound which they heard clearly.
"Oh Christ," Sal panted, "it's so close I can almost reach out and lick it. Hurry up, Evan, give it to me while I watch them. Fuck me, lover, my cunt and my whole body are burning for your big prick."
She kept her head turned to the side, watching her husband's shiny wet cock slipping in and out of Fran's cunt, while Evan fed his cock into her until he was in to the balls, and began to stroke slowly.
"Ooh yes, lover," she panted, "that's how I want it, nice and slow and pushing in deep. Christ, you're hard and strong. Ooh, what a fucking you're giving me."
But as much as the stiff prick moving in her sensitive cunt thrilled her, the thrill was no greater than that which she got by watching her husband's cock pistoning in the crotch of the other woman, and listening to the squishing sounds they were making.
By reaching just a little, Sal was able to rub Fran's thigh and one buttock and noted that it caused the woman to squirm even more violently under her husband's weight.
Extending her reach a little more, she was able to get the tips of her fingers into the wet crotch of the woman, touching the lips of her cunt where Greg's cock stretched them to form a big hole.
Despite her many experiences in gang banging, Sal had never had her fingers in the crotch of a woman while she was being fucked and she decided it was a great thrill. She was able to touch Greg's wet cock as well and let it slip through her fingers to plunge again into Fran's hot cunt.
And then, the sights and sounds from beside her told Sal that Fran, and perhaps Greg, was on the verge of coming. Seconds later, she saw that they were both coming. Greg fired so much juice into the woman's cunt that she couldn't hold it all and a lot trickled out, wetting Sal's fingers and trickling down into the big crack of Fran's arse which was squirming and bouncing on the bed.
Sal had to take her hand away then because she felt her orgasm approaching and wanted to wrap her arms and legs around her man while she exploded. She went off strongly and while her orgasm was spending itself, she was aware that Evan was jerking and twitching in her crotch and pumping his juice up into her.
Later, when they had all regained their breath, they talked about how exciting it had been for the three of them when Sal involved herself in the fuck Greg and Fran were so enjoying.
"It's always so exciting to watch a cock moving in and out of a cunt."
"So I just discovered," Sal told her. "That was the first time I've seen it from close up like that."
"Then I have a treat in store for you before your visit is over," Fran said in excitement. "Just a few weeks ago I was lying, face up, under a woman while Evan fucked her, dog style. I don't know when I've ever done anything so exciting. When the juice leaked out of her twat, it fell all over my face. She really dribbled when Evan pulled his cock out of her and I caught most of it in my mouth."
"Oh Fran, darling, we'll have to do that," Sal told her with enthusiasm. "I've seen plenty of fucking, but I never dreamed it could be so exciting. The way that big cock stretches the cunt lips is really something to see. I can't wait to watch you from below and see everything, including the big hairy balls swaying right above me. By the way, do you ever take it up the bum?"
"Once in a while, sometimes after a good spanking, but I'm not all that crazy about it. The arsehole just isn't as sensitive as the cunt. I do enjoy watching one man bum fucking another though."
"So do I, even though in one way it strikes me as being a waste of a good hard-on. I watched Greg taking a bum shot last week. The guy stayed up his arse after he went off and jerked him off. It was quite a show."
After a little while, the women put their bras and panties on, while the men remained naked and they went for a drink, then prepared dinner, making it a light meal which required a minimum of time and effort. The men stayed in the kitchen with Sal and Fran so that they could continue their erotic conversation.
Their conversation came easily as they discussed their past experiences with others. Fran told how she lost her virginity when she was fourteen.
"I was an only child, and about six months after my mother died, my father came into my bedroom one night when I had my nightie on.
"He was wearing a robe and he smiled at me and pulled it open. I almost fainted when I saw his big, stiff cock. He took his robe off and got into bed with me. I tried to keep him from taking my nightie off, but he did it anyway, telling me we were going to play nice games.
"He made me play with his cock and told me all about fucking, cunt lapping and cock sucking while he played with my little titties. After that, he played with my bum for a while, then told me he was gong to give me a special treat by lapping my cunt. I cried when he forced my legs open and he told me to stop acting foolish. He picked my bum right up off the bed and started eating me.
"It was just beginning to feel good when he stopped. After that, nothing felt good because he got on me and in no time at all he had his cock in my tight little twat banging away until he broke my cherry.
"He put his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming and went right on fucking me until he went off."
"Did it happen again after that?" Sal asked.
"Until I was sixteen and old enough to leave home, it seems like he always had his cock in my cunt or my mouth. Once I tried to refuse to suck him off so he took his belt off and left my ass a mass of bruises. After that I still had to blow him."
Conversation continued along erotic lines during a light dinner followed by coffee and liqueur, then Fran announced that she was in the mood to be spanked. Both Sal and Greg wanted to look after that for her, so she told them they could both do it.
She went to Sal first, took her in her arms and shared a wildly passionate kiss. When their mouths drew apart, she removed her bra and Sal did the same. Sal took the big woman's panties off, then sat and scolded her for a little while before taking her across her thighs and commencing to spank the beautiful big buttocks. As her husband had discovered earlier, the firmness of the plump cheeks made them a sheer delight to slap, time after time as the whiteness turned to an exciting pink.
While she spanked, Sal recalled the first time she ever spanked another woman and later, another first when Betty took her to a couch and went down on her, lapping her until she climaxed.
She had been nervous later when she pressed her face into Betty's crotch, but this time there was no trace of nervousness as she anticipated taking Fran off her lap and rewarding her with her mouth and tongue for having taken the spanking.
At that point, she noticed that Fran's behind was becoming a darker pink and was quite hot. Realizing that her husband would be giving the woman another spanking, she delivered one more spank to each cheek, then stopped.
While Fran continued to lie naked over her lap, garter belt and suspenders excitingly framing the spanked mounds, Sal gently massaged the plump cheeks, telling the woman as she did, that they were going to go to the couch where she would go down on her.
"Oooh, Sal," Fran sighed, still sobbing a little, "now please, I'm dying for it. Take me there now and suck me off while my bum is still hot and tingling."
Sal helped her to her feet and they hurried to the couch. Before they got on it, Fran surprised her by turning and jerking her panties down and off.
As they fell onto the couch, Sal lost control of the situation and saw that she too was going to be rewarded as Fran turned her and parted her legs. Before her state of surprise had passed, Fran's face was buried hotly in her crotch, her mouth sucking and kissing.
Sal saw the big crotch before her face and hurried to catch up. The spanking and rubbing of thighs had left Fran's crotch very hot and a little sweaty so that it was even more exciting to Sal when she buried her face there and began lapping.
Fran came first, but Sal was not far behind and they embraced strongly, writhing on the couch until the spasms passed for both of them and they fell apart to rest.
After only a brief rest, Fran got up, rubbed her behind with both hands and smilingly walked to Greg for the second chapter of her spanking.
Greg trembled a little at the words and tried to picture himself lying on his back while the you down and piss all over you."
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather wait until your bum cools?" he asked.
"I'm positive, lover. Sal warmed it up nicely, but now I want you to really lay it on and make me cry. Please don't be easy on me or I'll knock you down and piss all over you."
Greg trembled a little at the words and tried to picture himself lying on his back while the woman squatted naked over him and he watched the hot stream shoot from her crotch to bathe him.
As he took her over his lap, he determined to give her a sound spanking, not because he feared the threat, but because he was so excited that he wouldn't be able to take it easy on her lovely big behind even if he wanted to.
Fran squirmed over his naked lap, further arousing his already stiff cock, her buttocks twitching in anticipation. While she pleaded in urgent terms for her spanking, Greg couldn't resist playing with the lush cheeks for a little while before commencing to spank them.
As he raised his right arm for the first spank, he heard a loud slap and turned to his right to see that his wife was taking another spanking from Even. Smiling, he brought his hand down and trembled with delight at the sweet, clear sound his hand produced as it slapped one firm cheek.
He felt Fran trembling too and knew that the excitement was as great for her. Through the long, severe spanking, the woman filled the air with erotic words as she described in vivid detail all the sexual acts she wanted to experience with him after the spanking was finished.
Greg only partially heard her, but he had plenty of ideas of his own as to what would happen when he stopped spanking her.
When Fran was crying so loudly that he knew she had taken enough, he stopped spanking and led her to the couch where he hurriedly went down on her and she had her cunt thoroughly lapped for the second time in a few minutes.
Fran went into a strong orgasm and had barely come out of it when she grabbed him and turned him over easily. She knelt astride him and stuffed his cock into her mouth. As she sucked him, he looked up into her wet crotch and at the bottom slopes of her red buttocks.
She sucked as well as any woman he had ever known and he rewarded her efforts with a generous drink as she drained his balls for the second time.
The pattern set, the two couples followed it often, with some interesting variations, during the remainder of Sal and Greg's stay.
CHAPTER NINE
Their swapping activities caused tension between them for the first time, not long after they returned home from their visit with Even and Fran.
"Damn it all, Greg," Sal snapped, "I've heard more than enough about Fran and her beautiful big arse. Can't we drop that subject for a while?"
"What are you being so sensitive about?" Greg asked, both stung and surprised by her tone. "You often talk about other men and how great their cocks are."
"Sure, Greg, we both talk about others, but not as often as you talk about her. I liked Fran when we were there, but now I find myself resenting her. The way you keep raving about her makes me feel ugly and uninteresting."
They continued the discussion for a little while, then, even though he felt his wife was being unreasonable, Greg told her her was sorry he had hurt her and that he would try to remember not to talk about Fran again.
Even as he made the promise and they kissed, sealing their truce, Greg's mind was filled with images of Fran's luscious big behind. As he reached around Sal to fondle her buttocks, he was thinking of Fran's and wishing that she was the woman in his arms and that it was her behind he was stroking and squeezing.
The fact that she was, at forty-one, thirteen years older than he, didn't do anything to lessen his continuing desire for the woman. She had, in his view, the most beautiful behind he had ever seen, and he would never stop desiring it, no matter what he told his wife.
But while she pretended to be reassured by his words, Sal was anything but that. Each time she saw Greg staring into space, she said nothing, but guessed that he was dreaming of Fran and her forty-two inch bottom.
For the first time, she felt that they had been wrong in getting into the swap game and that rather than helping their marriage, as they had convinced themselves it would, the decision had endangered it. She turned to Betty for advice, not knowing what the older, more experienced woman could say to help.
"You're really being silly about this, dear," Betty told her, smiling and patting her thigh. "I know because I've been there."
"Care to explain that?"
"Sure. Just a few months after we started swapping, Paul really flipped over a gal with tits you could stand under to keep out of the rain. I got worried, plenty. After we had met a few more couples, he forgot all about her and we've had no trouble since. You'll find out that it will be the same with Greg."
Sal wasn't sure her friend was right, but she accepted her advice because it sounded logical and because she wanted to believe it.
"Now stop worrying and let's do something to take your mind off your troubles," Betty said as she stood and began undressing.
It had been more than a week since Sal had seen her closest friend and the sight of her pulling her dress up over her head triggered waves of excitement and desire. She too began undressing and neither stopped until only garter belt and nylons remained.
They moved together in their nudity and their bodies pressed together warmly as the embraced and kissed. While their mouths mashed wetly, each fondled the buttocks of the other until arousal took complete control of them.
"Do you want to spank?" Sal asked as they continued to hold each other.
"More than just spank, darling. I want to punish you for having been away for so long. I brought my light strap to use on your beautiful bum."
Sal preferred the intimacy of lying over a lap for her spankings, but she did not protest. They were accustomed to doing what the other wanted and if Betty wanted to give her a strapping, Sal reasoned, then she would take it. She had no fear of the woman's light strap, having tasted the sting of it often.
"How do you want me for it, Betty?" she whispered.
"I'd like to bend you under my arm for the first few, then have you he on the bed with pillows under your tummy for the rest of it."
"All right, dear, but please, Betty, let's fuck after you strap me. I really want it today, my cunt is aching for something big to fill it."
"Of course, darling. Do you have a cucumber?"
"Not today, damn it. You can use the big candle on me and I'll use anything you want."
"You're sweet, but I don't feel much like being fucked today. I'd like to have you play with me then go down on me a couple of times."
Picking up her big purse, Betty opened it and took out the light leather strap which was actually a cut-down razor strop with the handle attached. It was just one-ply, smooth leather and imparted, Sal remembered well, a pleasant sting which left her buttocks tingling for a long time after the strapping.
"There's something about just holding the strap in my hand and knowing I'm going to use it that really gets me worked up," Betty told her, her eyes shining as she fondled the smooth leather.
"I had a school teacher who was like that," Sal said as they went to the bedroom. "Boys could get away with murder, but he loved to trap girls. He'd make us stay after class. I still recall how it felt to stand there with my hand held out, palm up, while he gave me that strange look and rubbed the strap between his hands.
"Eventually, one of the older girls taught me to watch the front of his pants while he played with the strap and sure enough, after that I always saw the big bulge of his stiff cock. "
"Did he ever try to do anything to the girls?" Betty asked.
"Not as far as I know. I guess as soon as he finished he'd take his cock out and jerk off."
"Wouldn't that have been something to see?"
"Betty," Sal said impulsively, "before you give me my strapping, play school teacher and give me an old fashioned hand strapping. Oh Christ, my pussy is getting wet thinking about it."
"Of course, darling. I didn't know you liked it that way. Shall I do it the way he did, with a few variations?"
"Oh yes, please."
"All right, darling, one kiss and then we start."
Their mouths met as they embraced and while they kissed, Betty teased her friend's bum with the smooth leather strap. The kiss was more exciting than usual to Sal since, in the course of it, she reverted to a little girl. She was alone in the classroom with the tall, angry man, trembling with fear, knowing that he was going to strap her hands and make her cry. As they moved out of their embrace, the stern look Sal saw on her friend's face caused her to tremble violently and emit a little groan as, through her sexual arousal, she recaptured the fear she had known as a child in school when time came to be strapped.
"Hold out your right hand, Sal," Betty commanded, her voice as deep as she could make it. "I'm going to strap you five times on each hand."
"Please, sir, please not so many. The strap hurts."
"No, Sal, the strap doesn't hurt at all, your hand does. Look at the strap, Sal. It makes a lovely sound when it slaps your soft little hand and makes you cry."
Sal was already crying softly as she watched Betty draw the smooth leather through her left hand, her eyes gleaming exactly the way the eyes of the teacher did, a long time ago.
"Now look at the front of my panties, Sal," the deep, commanding voice told her. "See the big lump there. My cock gets big and hard when I see a girl standing with her hand held out for a strapping. It's going to throb and get wet when I strap you and hear you crying. Keep your hand still."
Sal saw Betty's left hand move down over her mons veneris and fondle it lightly.
"I'm going to take my big stiff cock out while I strap your hands, Sal. There it is now, look at it. See how big and hard it is. Think of how it would feel if I ripped your little panties off and rammed it right up your tiny little cunt."
"Oh sir, don't say things like that, please," Sal said, crying a little more loudly, her hand trembling.
"Is that so? Perhaps you like this better."
With that, the strap exploded across Sal's palm, causing her to cry out loudly and close her hand into a tingling fist.
"Oh Christ that felt good for my cock," Betty panted. "I have to give it a few jerks. If I go off, I'll shoot cream all over your dress and face."
Sal held the stinging hand out again and Betty made her wait while she rubbed her left hand in her crotch a few times, then delivered the second hard slap to the same palm.
Five times in all, Sal felt the cruel sting of the strap. She cried so loudly that she was almost screaming, jumping up and down on the spot, her full breasts bobbing and dancing before the eyes of the wildly aroused woman.
"Now for your left hand, Sal, hold it straight out. Oh fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... my stiff cock is just throbbing at the sight of you. Cry louder, Sal, and make my cock jump with excitement. Here, I'll make you cry louder."
Sal did as the strap slapped her open hand. For a few seconds, Betty rubbed the smooth leather over her cunt, then saw the wet sheen to the leather.
"Yes, Sal, you made my cock so excited that it spit cream on the strap. I'm going to slap your hand with my cock juice on the strap."
Four more times the strap came down hard, drawing a loud howl of anguish from Sal each time and setting her hands on fire exactly the way it had been years ago in school. But there was a difference now in that the pain of the strapping also set fires raging in her crotch.
"Turn around, Sal and stand where you are with your hands out," Betty panted.
Dropping the strap, the woman hurriedly opened a drawer of the dresser and picked up a candle.
"I'm going to jerk myself off now, Sal," the gruff voice told her. "I'm pulling the back of your dress up and pushing my stiff prick between your pretty little legs. There ... there ... now my cock is between your legs and I'm pulling myself. Oh Christ it feels so good to jerk off with my big cock between your smooth little thighs."
Betty jerked the candle back and forth between Sal's thighs, panting and breathing heavily. At the same time, her left hand was around the trembling nude, her hand in Sal's crotch, finger rubbing her sensitive clitoris until Betty felt the new trembling which told her Sal was on the verge of climax.
"I'm going to shoot now," she panted, "feel my big prick throbbing. I'm ready," she rasped as climax hit the younger woman. "Here I go ... I'm shooting my cream all over your little panties ... uh ... uh ... uh ... oooooohhhhhh ... ahhhhh."
Turning, Sal threw herself into the woman's arms and felt them tighten comfortingly around her as she trembled.
"Oh Betty, darling," she panted. "I never dreamed it would be so exciting."
"It was for me too, baby. Christ, it was wild. I'm ready to play teacher as often as you want me to. You've taken quite a going over already, shall we call off the other strapping? I don't mind."
"Oh no," Sal responded quickly. "I think I want it more than ever now. Ooh, my hands are just full of pins and needles."
"Your pretty bum will soon be the same, darling," Betty said as she picked up the strap.
Approaching Sal with it, she turned the younger woman, a little roughly, then bent her under her left arm, taking a firm grip. In the mirror, she saw Sal's white buttocks reflected excitingly.
"Your bum is so white, baby," she panted, 'Taut now my strap will slap color into those pretty cheeks. Here we ... u ... go."
Sal knew that being bent under the woman's arm meant a brisk shower of slaps and she was right. Betty wasted no time as she slapped from cheek to cheek with the strap, each slap stinging and causing Sal to do an exciting little dance, her lush breasts dangling and swaying while her legs stayed in motion too.
"There, Sal," the woman panted as she stopped strapping the squirming behind, "that has warmed you up and striped you nicely. Take a look at your sweet ass in the mirror, I'm going to get the pillows ready for the rest of your strapping."
Crying softly and sobbing, Sal twisted to gaze at her reflection in the mirror, then she reached behind her back and the tingle in her hands met the matching tingle in her buttocks as she rubbed lightly, her eyes shining as she saw Betty pile the pillows on the center of the bed, then pick up her strap again. Sal wanted to cry more and knew her wish would soon be granted.
"Get up on the bed and turn your insolent arse up for a good strapping," Betty commanded.
"Yes, Mummy," she replied meekly, "I'll be a good girl and take my strapping on the bare bum. I know I deserve it."
"That's Mummy's good girl, dear. That's the way, turn that pretty bum up and Mummy will strap it and make it all red and hot. You may kick your legs and cry if you wish, dear, Mummy doesn't mind."
There was motion beside her, then Sal felt the warm, restraining hand of the woman on her bare back. There was a deep inhalation of breath, then the strap slapped with a biting sting.
Betty strapped more slowly then, as Sal knew she would. It was a slow paced strapping designed to sting rather than bruise. While she cried and begged for mercy which she didn't want, Sal's hands and feel kept slapping the bed, her bum jerking up to meet the falling strap each time. Fires raging in her buttocks and fanning out hotly into her crotch where they burned in a different kind of fire, one which would demand quenching in a little while, the quenching Betty would provide with the long, thick candle that would, in her present state, be almost as good as a stiff cock.
Once Betty stopped strapping and Sal would have turned over to be fucked, but the restraining hand stopped her. Dropping the strap, Betty examined the red welted buttocks carefully, then picked up the strap and drew a deep breath.
"Mummy has decided that her little girl get another five slaps of the strap on each cheek of her bare bum. Here we go, dear," she announced, raising her right arm and resuming the strapping.
"There now," Betty said with sympathy as she gave the last stroke and tossed the strap onto the bed, "Mummy is all finished strapping her little girl."
"Oh, Mummy," Sal sobbed, painfully, "my poor bum is so hot and sore."
"Yes dear, Mummy can see that and feel it," Betty replied as she massaged the hot cheeks with both hands. "Is your pretty little cunty hot too?"
"Oh yes, Mummy, I'm terribly horny. Please let me have a nice fuck."
"All right, darling, Daddy is here with his big cock sticking out. Roll over dear and open your legs so Daddy can push his big hard cock up your hot little slit and give you a nice long fucking. That's my good girl, there now, close your eyes, here comes Daddy's long, stiff cock."
Still talking, Betty crouched beside Sal and slowly inserted the big candle in her more than receptive slit. Reaching under her with her left hand, she cupped one hot bum cheek and caressed it as she pushed more of the candle home and began stroking it in and out.
Her eyes closed tightly, Sal groaned and sighed while the artificial phallus met her need so excitingly. As best she could, under the circumstances, she told her daddy what a delightfully long and big cock he had and how nice it felt in her hot little pussy.
"Oh Daddy ... oh Mummy," she panted as the candle slipped in and out smoothly, "I'm going to have a come. I'm almost ready ... I'm...." the rest of her words became lost in sighs and groans as she went into climax.
Pushing more of the candle up her cunt, Betty stayed close, one hand holding the hot bum cheek, the other fondling Sal's nicely rounded tummy and thick cluster of pubic hair while Sal rocketed into ecstasy which went on for a delightfully long time.
The strappings and spankings were always enjoyable for Sal, but that particular one hit a new high and she knew it was the school strapping that had set her up for it. She promised herself that there would be many more of them in the future, with Betty and with other partners, including especially, her husband who had the right equipment for the role.
CHAPTER TEN
When Sal told her husband about the hand strapping she had received that day, and how thrilling it had been, Greg became sexually aroused at once.
"I guess I haven't told you," he said, "but I was taught by nuns for a few years, those broads really loved to strap and I got more than my share."
"How did you like it?"
"Like any kid, I dreaded it, but there was one big difference in my case. At all other times, I saw the nuns as not being women at all, but some special category of holy women."
"And when they strapped you it was different?"
"I'll say. Suddenly, they had breasts and white bodies which would look so exciting if their black robes were pulled up. Unless the strapping was longer or harder than usual, I'd always get a hard-on thinking of a naked white woman under all that black. After the strapping, I'd go to the toilet and take my cock in one of my tingling hands.
"I'd pull myself real slowly to make it last while I thought of naked nuns or nuns pulling their robes up and being bare from the waist down. When your hand is tingling from a strapping, pulling yourself reaches a new high in excitement."
"I wonder what those nuns would have thought if they knew you got a hard-on while they were strapping you. It could be that they were so horny themselves they would have done something about it," Sal suggested, excited by the thought of a nun taking a boy's cock out and perhaps pulling up her robes and telling him to play with her hot cunt and perhaps to suck it.
"I don't know, but I'd like to go back to being a kid now with all I know about life. I can see myself kneeling under a nun with her robes covering me completely. She'd have her feet wide apart and be teaching the class while I played with her big, white arse and lapped her cunt until she came."
"No wonder I love you, darling," Sal said, warmly, "you have such a wild, sexy imagination."
"Thank you, darling," he responded, taking her into his arms, "I also have a very stiff cock. Would you care to do anything about it?"
"Love to, angel," she sighed, "just tell me what you'd like and that's what well do."
Greg told her and they excitedly stripped naked. Sal hurried to the closet and put on an ankle length, black formal gown that was cut high in front. It looked too sophisticated to be a nun's robe, but kneeling under it, he sensed, it would be just like the real thing.
The way the gown flared widely from her hips allowed lots of room for Greg to kneel between her legs and have her drop it over him so that he was completely hidden in the exciting dark.
His hands fondled her thighs, then worked up over the smooth slopes of her firm buttocks and began to play there.
"That's nice, little Gregory, Sister likes to feel you playing with her bum like that. Do it some more. My bum is nice and big and white. Keep rubbing it, Gregory and feel my thighs too, right up high and close to my virginal cunny."
"Yes, Sister," he replied, his voice muffled excitingly. "I just love playing with your pretty thighs and bum. I'll do it as long as you want me to."
"Quick, Gregory," she panted the command, "my little pink cunny is getting very hot, feel it with your hand and rub it for me. Ooooh, you're such a good boy, Gregory, oh yes, that's the way, get a finger right up my slit where it's nice and wet. Oh Gregory, you're going to make Sister have a come."
"What's a come, Sister?" the muffled voice asked as his hand continued to work in the warmth of her crotch, feeling its way in the dark.
"Never mind, Gregory, get your mouth on my cunt. Put your tongue in my slit and lick my clit. Suck me, little boy, suck Sister's cunt and make her come."
Her little boy did as he was told and she achieved a strong orgasm, almost losing her balance as the shock waves rocked her body.
After the spasms passed, Sal slowly pulled her gown up until it caught below her breasts. Holding it there, she walked around the room while her husband knelt, watching, his right hand holding his stiff prick, moving back and forth in a masturbatory motion, stopping each time he felt himself getting too close to ejaculation, then resuming the motion after a brief rest.
Once she stopped walking and stood with her naked behind close to his face. Telling him to inhale deeply, Sal backed up until she felt his nose between the cheeks of her smooth, white arse. She trembled as he gripped her hips and pressed his nose deeply into crack. When he inhaled again she felt it and sighed.
Taking his nun to the bed then, he had her pull her gown up and he quickly got atop her and pushed his throbbing tool into her well lubricated slit.
"Oh Gregory, you're such a naughty boy to be fucking a nun like this. What would Sister Superior say?"
"If she says anything," he panted as he pushed the full length of his bone into her and began stroking, "I'll pull her robes up and suck her cunt and her arsehole for her. That should make her forget about being mad."
Both were prepared to prolong the conversation, but Greg had gotten worked up to the point where there was no chance that his brakes would hold when his churning balls demanded relief of the pent up pressure to which they had been subjected.
"Oh ... SISTER ... SISTER ... SISTER...." he panted, then he pressed down hard into her crotch, gasping and groaning as he fired his strong spurts of semen into the hot depths of his wife.
Later, as they lay resting, Greg told his wife of his intention of buying a nun's outfit from a theatrical supply company so that they could play the game often.
"That sounds like fun," she answered with enthusiasm. "Besides, I can have Betty wear it to give me a strapping on the hands. Still, think of how exciting it would be if we could find a real nun."
"My God, Sal, your imagination is as wild as mine. I know it isn't possible, but wouldn't that be something?"
"Shame on you, darling," she chided gently, "nothing is impossible. I'm going to send out a call to all the people we know and I'll bet you I come up with a nun with some very unusual habits."
Greg still doubted that it was worth even trying, but he couldn't read his wife's mind and know of her plan to get one of their women friends to pretend to be a nun and dress appropriately for the role. She was confident she would work it out and arrange it so that her husband would never find out he had been tricked and would go through life believing that he had lapped the cunt of a nun, fucked her and done everything he wanted with her.
The next day, Sal wrote a friend in another city, outlining her plan and asking that it be kept a closely guarded secret. So anxious was she to get her plan into action that she asked the woman to phone her collect if she thought she could work it out for her.
A few days later, she received the call which told her that there was a woman who was dying to play the role and that the costume could be picked up easily.
Later, the woman sent her a detailed letter including a picture of the would be nun, naked, and a list of alternate dates on which the meeting could be held. Another letter was included, addressed to Sal and Greg together, in which the woman told them that she could promise some very special entertainment if they could arrange to visit, even if only for a couple of days, although they were welcome to stay longer.
They had been considering a number of interesting invitations and Greg felt that others were more promising than that one, but Sal eventually wore him down, telling him she had a hunch that they should accept that one.
"Maybe your hunch means that well meet a horny nun there who will be dying to get laid," he joked.
"Don't expect too much, darling," she said with only a slight smile. "I said a hunch, not a miracle. Still, I'm sure we're going to have fun and we won't regret making the decision.
Sal had every reason to be sure, but she wasn't about to tell her husband that.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Although they had never met Irma and her husband Harry, Sal sensed, on the basis of the warmth of their letters, that they were going to become good friends. The fact that Irma so eagerly went along with the idea of lining up a phony nun confirmed that in her mind.
Greg, was less enthusiastic since he had wanted to invest their travelling time in visiting other of their correspondents, especially the couple with the trained dog. He wanted very much to watch as a dog mounted his naked wife, and wanted too to know the feeling of kneeling to be buggered by a dog.
In the course of his experimentation with sex, he had felt the stiff cock of a man push up his back door and had not been too wild about it, but it would be different with a big dog. The penis would be long and slim and the thought that he was actually experiencing sex with an animal held a special thrill of its own.
Still, having given in to his wife's urgings that they visit this particular couple, he decided he may as well keep an open mind and that they would enjoy it. If nothing else, he would get to spank and fuck another man's wife and that was always exciting.
When he saw Irma as she opened the door to them, Greg felt a surge of sexual excitement and forgot all about his reservations. She was in her mid-thirties and unless her bra lied, she had a nice pair which pushed the bodice of her dress well out. She had good legs too and he felt confident that they would be nice all the way to the top where things would be even nicer.
He had looked through their file before setting out on the trip and learned that she liked to be spanked, enjoyed sucking both men and women and had never had her arsehole reamed.
While they went through the formality of introductions he pictured her groaning with desire while he pressed his face between her nether cheeks and curled his tongue up her tight little anal ring.
Harry was still tied up at his office and would not be home for a little more than an hour, his wife reported.
"Still," she went on, smiling, "I'm sure we can find ways to kill time."
She commenced that project by pouring drinks for the three of them, then sat with her legs crossed, showing them how nicely she expanded the tops of her sheer nylons and how smooth the skin was above that point.
Irma wanted to talk about spanking, and found her guests quite pleased to do so as they discussed positions, implements and styles.
"I prefer being hand spanked," she elaborated, "a nice long session of moderate spanks.
That's why I don't like straps and paddles and things, the thing is finished too quickly."
As they chatted, all felt arousal building and it was not long before Irma suggested that they both warm up her bum with a little spanking.
"Ladies first," Sal said eagerly as she moved to sit on the couch, the hem of her dress pulled high above her nylon tops.
Irma hurried to her and stood with her back turned to Greg as Sal took her panties down, admired the nice curves of thighs and tummy, patted the triangular patch of pubic hair and took her over her lap.
Any doubts Greg held about the weekend with the couple passed as he gazed hotly at Irma's lush thighs and buttocks. If she liked prolonged spankings, he thought, he would be delighted to make her happy, just as he would be pleased, after spanking the smooth full moons of her rather plump behind, to part them, lick her crack a little while she wriggled her bum, then curl his tongue into her hole and ream her until she groaned for mercy.
Sal played with Irma's bum cheeks for a little while, then gave her a light spanking. She took the woman at her word and was content merely to warm up her bum so that she applied little more than a suggestion of pink to the sweet hills before she stopped and invited Greg to come and take his turn.
As he sat on the couch, Irma stood close to him, her dress held high. He fondled her thighs and buttocks as she stood with her panties stretched between her thighs, then slipped a hand into her crotch and caused her to wriggle as he stroked the warm, soft lips he found there.
"You're going to be sweet eating, Irma," he told her as he helped her onto his lap.
Irma settled nicely into position, sighed as she felt his hand caress both cheeks, and sighed again when he began spanking her. He spanked a little more briskly than Sal had done, and the woman seemed to enjoy it as her sobs sounded laden with passion and she squirmed on his lap.
When he stopped spanking her, both cheeks were a very vivid pink with a strong sugges-tionn of red, and they were a sheer delight to the touch as he fondled them, feeling warm silk, an exciting sheath for firm fleshy mounds.
"Now that you two have had your fun," Irma said, smiling as she pulled her panties up over her warm behind, "I want a little too."
She indicated what kind of fun she had in mind by having Sal stand, taking her panties down and playing with her bottom, thighs and warm cunt. After pulling Sal's panties back up, she went to Greg who stood as she approached, opened his fly and took out his very stiff prick.
As she fondled the stiff instrument, she drew the foreskin all the way back, complimented him on the beauty of his tool and especially the bigness of the head, and told him in a dreamy tone how she was looking forward to taking it in her mouth and sucking it until he gave her a nice warm, rich drink of cream.
While they chatted, the women, with help from Sal, opened their clothes and compared breasts. They were about equal in size, and while Irma's were firm enough, they were not quite as firm as the younger Sal's. Before she put them back in her bra, Greg discovered that they responded nicely to tweaking and sucking.
They were dressed and sipping their drinks when Harry arrived home and greeted his guests with enthusiasm. His wife poured him a drink and, since he was a little behind them, Sal pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist and sat on his lap.
"Darling," he said to his wife as he fondled Sal's thighs, "the coincidence of this is just too much, but guess who phoned me at the office and wants to drop over this evening?"
"Who?"
"Sister Mary, that's who," he said proudly.
"Sister Mary?" Sal asked, looking from the man to his wife, an impressive look of puzzlement on her face. "That sounds like a nun."
"She is a nun," Irma informed her as she snuggled closer to Greg who was fondling her breasts with his hand inside her dress.
"Then it seems we're in for a very dull evening, if you don't mind my saying so," Sal commented, disappointment obvious in her tone.
"I don't mind your saying so, dear," Irma said, her eyes twinkling, "but you're quite wrong. Sister Mary is a most unusual nun."
As she looked at the woman, her eyes wide with pretended surprise, Sal stole a glimpse of her husband and saw that he was trembling with excitement.
"You have to be kidding," he said in what was more a long gasp than a statement.
"You'll see for yourself," the man replied, grinning, "and since she wanted to come early, you won't have long to wait to find out whether or not I'm kidding."
After the women had excused themselves to go freshen up, Irma had a chance to tell Sal, her voice trembling with excitement, that the woman playing the nun role was just perfect for it.
"She's in her mid-twenties, a genuine beauty and she was even brought up Catholic so that she knows enough about the church to answer questions without giving herself away."
"That's perfect," Sal told her. "Greg was brought up a Catholic too and he may remember enough about it to ask questions. Ooh darling, this is all too good to be true."
While the women were still in the bathroom, they heard the doorbell ring and hurried to answer it.
Sal was in the living room with the men when Irma brought Sister Mary into the room to introduce her. The stark black habit and stiffly starched white wimple, framed a face that was stunningly beautiful despite the absolute absence of cosmetics. She bowed shyly as she was introduced to Sal and Greg, her long rosary tinkling as she moved. Sister Mary gave Greg her hand, and as he took it and held it lightly in greeting, her other hand moved swiftly and smoothly to grasp the front of his pants. His cock was hard with anticipation and it gave a strong lurch at the surprising touch.
"My, what a lovely cock you have," she said in the same gentle, almost shy tone they had heard earlier. "I'll pray for it to stay strong and hard all evening so that it will survive much fucking and sucking."
While the others bit their cheeks to keep from laughing at her sensational performance, Greg stood, open mouthed and blinking in disbelief.
Maintaining the almost spiritual quality of tone, Sister Mary turned her attention to her host. "Aren't you going to offer a poor, tired nun a drink, you cheap cunt lapper?"
The room seemed to shake with laughter then as the man got up and walked with difficulty to the bar to fill her order.
"Well, Greg," Irma said when she was able to control her laughter, "I did warn you that our guest was a most unusual nun."
"To say the least," Greg agreed, "but damnit all, I just can't believe she's really a nun."
"Do you know anything about the Catholic Church?" Irma asked him.
"Sure, I was brought up Catholic."
"Then ask Sister Mary some questions, she won't mind."
"I wish you would, Greg," the robed woman said with a smile. "Truly, I won't be offended."
He asked a few questions and she snapped out the right answers. Within minutes, Greg was forced to believe the woman really was a nun and that his impossible dream was going to come true.
"One of the many things I can't understand," Greg said with a puzzled frown, "is why you remain a sister if you're the swinger you seem to be?"
"That's simple, Greg. I belong to a teaching order and have lots of freedom. In the convent I can get all the sex I want from women, and when I want it from men I just go and find it. Then too, since I'm one of the better looking nuns in the convent and know what a cunt is for, the priests keep me pretty bush. Christ but they're a horny lot."
Fascinated, Greg and Sal sat on a couch with her and asked questions about convent life. She had answers for every question and spiced her replies with erotic detail.
"And Father John is a real ball at confession," she continued one of her stories. "The nun goes into a room alone with him and has to strip naked and kneel in front of him as he sits. He asks detailed questions about her sex acts and thoughts and she answers them while he plays with her tits.
"After a while, he tells her to stand before him and diddle herself with her finger as penance. After that, she has to kneel again. He opens his cassock and takes out his joint. He pats her on the head and says prayers in Latin while she blows him."
"But aren't some of the younger nuns horrified when they find out what goes on in convents?" Sal wanted to know.
"They're introduced to things gently," Mary explained. "A senior sister will spank a young girl for doing something wrong. If she seems to be taking it all right, she will steal a few feels of her bum. For her next punishment she'd made to strip naked and the older nun goes a few steps farther.
"At the least sign of trouble, the young nun is transferred to a straight convent. Our convent is attached to the church so we can move freely between the convent and the priest's residence through it. We run probably the busiest cat house operation in town, serving priests and important laymen, laymen who love to lay."
Greg told her then of his long held desire to look under the robes of a nun, to see her white body, to fondle and suck it and to bury his throbbing cock deep in her cunt.
"There's nothing strange about that," she told him with a warm, exciting smile. "I think many men and women feel the same way. I've seen men and boys looking at me, seen the hand in the pocket, the tipoff that he's playing with himself. It isn't difficult to guess what he's thinking."
"You're a teacher, Mary, do you strap your students?"
"I do and I love it. I love to see the tears in their eyes as they hold the hand out, waiting for it, knowing how it will hurt.
"Sometimes when I get one who really fears the strap, I get him nicely terrified by the sight of it, then offer to let him have a hand spanking instead. I just adore taking a boy's pants down and putting him over my lap to spank his sensitive, smooth little bum and make him cry.
"A few times when I've been extra horny, I've pulled my habit up to let him look at my bare thighs, then lie over them for a spanking. When he's finished crying, I have him kneel and I pull my habit up higher and show him my pussy.
"I get him to play with it, then make him lap me until I come. After that, I either pull him off or take his hard little pecker in my mouth and blow him. Christ, how it excites me to seduce kids."
"I can understand how you excite them," he told her with feeling, "I'm almost going off in my pants right now."
"Then perhaps you should take them off before you wet them," she told him.
Greg got up to undress and his wife followed suit. As they did, Greg saw that he wasn't the only randy one in the room. Neglected by the others, Harry had stripped naked. His wife was still dressed, but as they kissed, his hands had pulled her dress up and he was fondling her clinging panties with both hands.
Greg stripped naked while his wife retained only her garter belt and nylons. Holding him with a hand on his buttocks, Sister Mary leaned forward on the couch and fondled his cock and balls, praising their size, handling them with a light, erotic touch.
"Take a good look at this nun's face, Greg," she told him, "then push that lovely big cock into it." Trembling, Greg did so and heard a groan of lust from his wife as she watched. The ersatz nun sucked the head of his cock for a few seconds, then released it and called Sal to her to have her cunt kissed and her bum fondled.
Sister Mary stood then and told Greg to kneel, which he did, trembling with passion. Bending, she caught the hem of the long robe and began raising it. Greg saw the sheer, black nylons and wanted to get his hands on them. He didn't though, deciding to wait and watch until she told him to touch.
As the black habit moved up her luscious thighs, Greg saw the suspenders of a black garter belt, stark and exciting as they pressed against her flawless white thighs.
The robe was raised higher and Greg saw more black, the shimmering black triangle of foliage which covered a generously rounded mons veneris.
"Do all nuns dress like that?" he asked, his voice quavering.
"No. In our convent some wear sexy panties, others wear no panties at all. I choose to keep my cunt uncovered."
She took a step closer to him, then dropped her black robe over him. Without waiting to be told, he began to fondle her thighs and bum while his face pushed between her thighs and he began kissing and licking her cunt.
To the delight of both, he went on ministering to her until she went off, her thighs rubbing his cheeks, her silken cunt bush jerking against him as spasms rocked her body.
When she released the man from his dark, exotic captivity, Sister Mary asked Sal to help her take the habit off so that, like Sal, she was naked except for garter belt and nylons. She wore no bra and needed none to hold her big, firm breasts.
Lying on the couch, she invited Sal to lap her cunt while Greg played with and sucked her breasts. The couple went into action eagerly and soon had the naked woman sighing and writhing toward another strong orgasm.
They paused to rest for a while, and as they did, Harry came to Sal and claimed her. Taking her off the couch, he brought her down onto the thick carpet with him and, after fondling her lushly curved body for a long time, he parted her thighs, rubbed her cunt until he felt the moisture he wanted, then went down on her and sucked greedily until she went into orgasm.
A minute later, while they whispered agreement that it was time for her to feel his cock invading her highly sensitized cunt, Sister Mary and Greg joined them on the floor with the same thing in mind.
Timing it so that they did it together, Harry and Greg each lowered themselves onto their women and pushed throbbing cock into wet, warm, receptive cunt. While the two couples fucked, Irma moved around them, taking pictures from different angles.
The five enjoyed a wild evening together, spanking and playing, then Sister Mary left, leaving the two couples tired but determined to keep the fun going.
She told them she would be busy the following day, but that she would visit again on Sunday after Mass. "I'll be thinking of all of you in church," she told them, "and my thighs will be rubbing together to get me horny for you."
That night, Sal went to one bedroom with Harry, while Greg took Irma to another. Irma was all woman and Harry was determined that he would get another hard-on and give her one more good screwing to sleep on.
To get himself worked up, he took her over his lap and spanked her until she cried and her behind blazed hotly. While her nether cheeks remained hot, he had her kneel on the bed with her head down and her bum up.
He kissed and licked the silken cheeks thoroughly first, then parted them and began licking her crack. Her beautiful behind swayed as he knew it would, then his tongue went for the pink ring deep in the valley and she groaned as she pressed her arse back against him.
Greg had not been reaming her arsehole for long when he felt his tool rise for action. Leaving her kneeling, he knelt close behind her, pushed his cock under her warm buttocks, found the wet slit and pressed into it. Irma got a delightful fucking from him, climaxed with him, and then both were ready to sleep sound.
It was a memorable weekend for Sal and Greg, and when they left both were weak and exhausted, but beautifully content. Convinced that Sister Mary was a real nun, Greg felt like a new man, having achieved his wildest ambition, having experienced something few other men had.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sal's earlier doubts about the wisdom of continuing their life of swapping, sharing their private lives with others, had been waning steadily. The weekend with Irma, Harry and the phony nun, dispeled them completely and she felt certain they would never return.
On their return home, Greg was as gentle and loving a husband as he had ever been. Irma and Sister Mary had thrilled and delighted him, yet as soon as they were alone in their house, Greg stripped his wife naked and whispered beautiful phrases about her beauty and the happiness of their lives.
Later, they talked about their plans for the future and agreed to visit Karl and Jill, the couple with the trained dog, as soon as possible. Sal promised to write the letter the next day and to set up a meeting for as soon as possible.
Sal kept her word and received an enthusiastic reply by return mail. In her reply, Jill told them she was most anxious to have them visit their farm home but pointed out that her husband would want to touch up Sal's behind with his cane and his martinet.
"He often uses them on me as well as our friends," she went on, "and though they can inflict cruel punishment, he doesn't use them that way. He does make them sting a bare bum, but he is never cruel or brutal in any way."
Sal had never tasted the bite of either the cane or the five thonged martinet, but she was not afraid. Other women she'd met had been beaten with either or both and spoke in glowing terms of the feeling of complete submission a woman feels when being punished with either.
Greg shared his wife's enthusiasm over the visit, especially since the letter had contained a promise that both would be serviced by the dog if they chose.
Sal and her husband endured a long two-week wait until the day came when they left on their trip. Greg, a qualified pilot, flew them to their destination in one of the light planes owned by the company. By arrangement, Jill and Karl met them at the airport.
Both Sal and Greg took a liking to the couple at once. Despite the fact that Karl had a look of strength and arrogance about him, an appearance that was heightened by a trace of a Germanic accent, he proved to be a warm and quite sensitive man.
The moment they were inside their home, Karl asked Sal to pull her dress up and let him admire her from behind.
"It is always such a thrill for me," he explained, "to see a woman's thighs and bum for the first time and to think of how it is going to look with the red marks of my cane and martinet on the pretty, white cheeks."
Pleased to oblige, Sal turned her back to the man and, as the others watched, pulled her dress up slowly until the entire rear surface of her sheer panties was bared. Crouched behind her, Karl pulled her panties down and told her in a reverent whisper how beautiful she was and how he wanted to make thrilling red marks on the white orbs.
Deciding he was entitled to equal time, Greg asked Jill to do the same. Fully dressed, she looked a little too small to be considered ideal, in his terms, but she caused him to gasp with surprise when she pulled her dress up to reveal a well fleshed, firm pair of thighs, and a bum that was at least as big as Sal's.
Since the young blonde seemed to have well developed breasts as well, Greg told himself that naked she would have the exciting beauty of a Dresden china doll.
"I know," she said with a smile as she turned to face Greg, "everybody is surprised to find I have a big bum, they all expect to see a skinny little one. That's why I wear full dresses for first meetings so I can enjoy the fun of surprising them."
"Well you sure as hell surprised me," Greg told her as he took her panties down and fondled the cheeks with both hands. "I hope you enjoy having that beautiful bum spanked."
"I do, Greg. I love lying across a man's bare thighs and squirming while he smacks my bum and makes me cry. Do you like spanking with your hand better than using other things?"
"Yes, I do," he assured her. "I like the sound and feel of my hand slapping a nice smooth bum."
At Karl's suggestion, they all stripped naked and went to the kitchen where bottles of liquor were ranged on the kitchen table. Sal had left her garter belt and nylons on, and Karl told her he would have her take them off before he caned her.
Greg couldn't take his eyes off the young woman who looked even more exciting in her lushly rounded nudity than he had expected. While he took her in his arms and told her so, his stiff bone pressed into her smooth skin and he held her close against him with one hand on an incredibly round buttock.
"Would you like to spank my wife first?" Karl asked as he stood behind Sal, his arms around her as he pressed the length of his upright bone between her warm buttocks.
"Excellent idea, Karl. I've been dying to do it since she first raised her dress."
Drawing an armless kitchen chair away from the table, Greg sat and patted his thighs, his erect tool projecting like a flag pole from his crotch.
Jill would have lain over his lap at once, but he stopped her, had her part her legs and slipped a hand into her crotch and rubbed her soft pussy until his fingers were wet with her moisture.
"There now, dear," he told her gently as he withdrew his hand and rubbed the moisture on one cheek of her bottom, "now that your crotch is nice and warm, well do the same for that delicious bum of yours."
As she draped her firm young body across his thighs, the man decided that he had never seen a more exciting bum. With his right hand, Greg followed the erotic contours of the lush cheeks for a long time before he commenced the spanking.
Greg spanked moderately hard and felt the firm globes quiver under his hand as they gave of thrilling sounds. She did not begin sobbing at once, but made little mewing sounds of passion. He skin was sensitive and Greg was able to see finger marks on her white skin after he had slapped each cheek once.
After only a few more crisp spanks the entire surface of her behind showed marks, but before long, the spanking had blended them into a uniform red. Even after Jill began crying, he went on to administer another dozen spanks. When the young woman got off his lap, sobbing prettily, Greg had her put her delightfully warm bum on his lap as he held her and played with breasts which looked excitingly too big for so small a woman.
They watched Karl go to a cupboard and return with a thin, swishy cane and a martinet.
"Are you going to give it to me here?" Sal asked, flinching at the sight of the implements in spite of herself.
"Yes, my dear," he told her firmly but with a smile. "In my home in Germany, we children were always caned or strapped in the kitchen with the others watching."
"Is that how you became interested in it?" she asked.
"Indeed. I orten saw my big, plump, eighteen year-old sister strip naked and bend over the back of a chair. Ach, she had tits and an arse like melons and I always got a hard-on when I watched her getting a beating. I think my father did too, because she got more beatings than any of us and she always had to strip naked for them."
As he listened to the man and saw his eyes shining, both with remembered and anticipated excitement, Greg thought of how exciting it would be for an impressive boy to watch the caning and strapping of a naked young woman with a big, well curved figure.
And then his mind returned to the present as he watched the man guide Sal into position, bent over the back of an arm chair, her hands gripping the arms, her full bottom enticingly presented. Greg had never been much of a fan of the cane, but at that moment he envied the other man.
Karl picked up the cane and stood beside his victim, his left hand wrapped around the shaft of his stiff cock. For a few seconds he tapped her twitching buttocks with the cane, then there was a blur of motion and with little sound at all, the cane made contact with her bottom and a bright red line blossomed almost instantly, from the first faint pink to fiery red in seconds.
Karl worked with the devotion of a master painter as he created a masterpiece of bright red lines all over the chubby buttocks of the crying woman who kept her breasts in motion as she shifted her weight from foot to foot in a vain effort to shake off the stinging bite of the cane.
Greg counted fifteen strokes of the cane before the man stopped and put the instrument lovingly down on the table. Had he used more wrist action, Greg knew, it would have been a terrible dose. As it was, he had caned only lightly, intent on painting lines rather than causing all the pain of which the cane is capable.
Karl helped Sal stand, then took her in his arms and kissed her as they clung, their bodies rubbing. There was a couch in the kitchen and he helped her lie on her tummy on it, then bent over her to kiss and lick the hot stripes.
"I'll whip you with the martinet another time," he told her. "I think you've had enough for now. It wasn't that bad, was it?"
"No," she sobbed, "it stung, but it was exciting too. I'll want to be caned again before I leave. Right now, I want to feel your big, stiff cane in my cunt. I'm really horny for it."
Sal rolled over onto her back, opened her legs wide, then the man was getting between them, his surging prick looking urgent as he pushed it into her crotch, found her hot slit and pushed it into her.
After whispering to Jill while they watched, Greg helped her off his lap, had her sit on the edge of the chair and lean back, then knelt between her legs and dove her until she came, her big breasts swaying wildly.
On the couch, Sal and Karl had finished their fuck and lay resting naked together. Helping Jill to her feet, Greg led her to the arm chair and had her bend over with both hands gripping one of the arms.
Her shortness made the position difficult, but the sight of her plump, red buttocks and the thought of how they would feel against his belly when his cock was in her, justified any difficulty that would be involved.
Approaching her, he bent his knees and found that he was easily able to slip his prick under her warm bum, up into her crotch and drive it a little roughly into her well lubricated cunt.
Jill groaned and he held her well fleshed hips and fed cock into her a little at a time while she kept moaning for him to ram it all in. When he was buried to the hilt, Greg rested, savoring the warmth of her silken bottom on his belly, then began riding her ass at full tilt, making more spanking sounds as his belly slapped her arched rear with every stroke.
Because of his extreme arousal, it was difficult for him to hold back his charge, but he managed to contain it until her behind began to jerk in orgasm. At that moment, Greg pulled her tightly against him, jabbed his prick all the way in and began spurting. When he later withdrew his spent prick, the insides of Jill's thighs were a lovely, sticky mess.
They returned their attention to their drinks then as Sal and Greg waited for some mention of the dog who was to become her lover. When a second round of drinks had been poured and their hosts still said nothing about Valentino, Sal broke down and asked.
Laughing, Karl admitted they had been teasing their guests by deliberately not mentioning the dog. He opened the door and the big animal, who had been waiting outside, alerted by the sounds he'd heard, lumbered in and began sniffing the crotches of the two women, giving only cursory licks at the limp cocks.
"I take it Karl's cock wasn't enough for you, Sal," Jill commented as she held the dog and reached under him to fondle his cock.
"I just loved it, Jill, but I've been thinking about this beautiful animal for so long that I'm going crazy with wanting to feel dog cock pis-toning inside my cunt."
"Well, you won't have long to wait, dear, take a look at what my hand has done," Jill said with an excited smile.
Bending, Sal trembled with delight as she saw the big length of red meat that had emerged from the sheath of the dog's cock.
"Kneel down dear and get ready for my lovely big dog to give you a fuck like no man ever has. It will be over quickly, but while it lasts you'll be in heaven."
Trembling with arousal, Sal dropped to her knees on the floor, then got down on all fours. Directly ahead of her, she saw the long red cock dangling menacingly and heard the heated panting of the straining animal.
Her heart pounded as Jill led the dog around her and allowed it to approach her from behind. Her body jerked at the feel of his snout and tongue in her crotch, then she gave a gasp as she felt him mounting her, his body heavy, his forepaws holding her like the arms of a strong man.
Sal threw her head back, her face contorted with lust as she felt his long cock ramming in her crotch as the animal searched for the entrance, as consumed with lust as she was.
And then he found the slit and rammed into it. Tightening his grip on her, the dog began pounding with the speed and force of a jack-hammer as he penetrated to where no cock had ever previously reached.
Sal had no way of knowing how long the delightful pounding had gone on when she felt the animal quickening and shortening the jabs, then he was drooling on her back as she felt his hot juice spurting deeply into her, the head of his cock in the neck of her womb.
To Sal's dismay, the moment he stopped shooting, the dog pulled out, leaving her feeling empty. Understanding how she felt, Jill and her husband helped her to the couch and lay her on it on her back.
The scene had been so exciting, that Greg was pulling his cock which was almost completely stiff again. Seeing that, Jill dropped to her knees in front of him, took his hand off his rod and stuffed the head of it into her warm mouth.
At the same time, she kept a hand around the shaft, moving it slowly back and forth while she sucked the hardening prick. Despite the fact that he had fired his load into the woman so shortly before, it was not long before Greg was groaning weakly as he went off again, filling her mouth as she continued to hold his cock and sucked him dry before getting to her feet and going for a drink.
During the evening of lust which followed, the house seemed seldom without the sound of spanking palm or swishing cane as Karl caned his wife and Greg, causing them both to cry loudly and leaving their buttocks well streaked with fiery red.
When they could no longer function without sleep, the two couples went to the master bedroom, a double sized room which contained two double beds and allowed plenty of room around them.
Switching partners, they went to bed naked and slept deeply, to awaken in the morning completely refreshed and ready for more play.
Sal would have slept even later, but she awoke to the sound of frantic activity in the next bed and opened her eyes to see that her husband was lapping Jill's cunt while she pounded the bed with both fists.
"I could use a little of that kind of breakfast myself," Karl told her when he saw that she was awake.
"What a lovely way to start the day," she sighed, "but I should freshen myself up first."
"What, and spoil the flavor?" he asked in mock horror as he moved down in the bed and parted her legs, his hand finding her cunt to rub and probe it in anticipation.
Sal always did like sex first thing in the morning and Karl gave it to her with his mouth and tongue while her head rolled from side to side on the pillow. Having brought his partner to orgasm, Greg hurried to Sal and kissed her good morning, further thrilling her.
He was still kissing her mouth and fondling her breasts when the tongue of the other man triggered a strong climax for her. When she came out of it, Sal saw Karl's stiff cock and offered to do something about it. Thanking her, he told her he would rather save that pleasure for a while.
Naked, the four went downstairs to the big kitchen and chatted while the women prepared a hearty breakfast. After the meal, they drifted into another orgy, then rested during the afternoon to be fresh for the evening, the highlight of which was when Jill used juice from Sal's cunt to make Greg's arsehole more tempting to the big dog, following which they watched as Valentino ran his long cock, straight and true up the man's arse and buggered him with gusto.
When Sal and Greg returned home from their exciting but tiring stay in the country, they agreed that life as they had made theirs was perfect for them and they vowed never to change it.
Sal recalled the time she had been jealous over her husband's constant references to Fran's big behind, and she laughingly promised that she would never again be jealous.
"You'd better not be," he warned her, pretending severity, "or I'll take you over my lap with your panties down and warm the most beautiful bum in the world."
"And just how do you think you would manage to do that, darling?" Sal asked as she got up, smiling excitedly, and reached under her dress to pull her panties down off her bottom.
"Just like this, my darling," he told her as he drew her across his thighs, pushed her dress higher up her smooth back and began spanking. "Just exactly like this ... and this ... and this...."
