Seth stared through the window of Mark Hollis' private jet. The wide expanse of countryside below was changing now. The checkerboard pattern of orchards and farms had faded into a rugged green wildness. It was years since he'd seen such country, seen anything in fact, except the frantic, smoggy streets of Los Angeles. He took another pull on his bourbon and watched the first of the giant Sequoias come into view. From up here each of the great trees looked no bigger than the potted baby fir that graced Hollis' desk. Seth chuckled to himself, remembering how the old man had once told him that the tiny tree was the only phallic symbol he'd been able to find that was subtle enough for his tastes.
Hollis was like that, always surprising you with something pleasant in the middle of a business talk. The old man's wit and vitality had never ceased to amaze his staff of younger executives. Seth had often wondered what kept the aged president so young. What miracle had he stumbled upon with all of his millions? It seemed to be something money couldn't buy, some inner knowledge that enabled him to run an electronics empire with the air of a relaxed country gentleman. He would offer you a cigar and smile as if he knew it was all a game. His business was run as well as any in the country and yet he always found time to surprise his staff with a ribald story or a warm gesture.
But this morning had been the biggest surprise of all. Seth had wondered along with Bill Simmons and Tom Herrick just why the old man was calling a conference expressly for the three of them. They all imagined that they'd receive either a tough new assignment or a subtly phrased lecture about their expense accounts. But the moment the trio had walked into Hollis' office, Seth realized that it was something very special. There was his Lisa with Fran Simmons and Polly Herrick. All three wives were grinning and giggling amidst a pile of suitcases. And, of course, there was old Hollis, smiling broadly from behind his potted fir.
"It's a surprise, gentlemen." Hollis stood up and motioned at the women. "Your wives have known about it since last night. Everything is packed and ready for your trip, so I'll make it brief. Every good executive needs a little fun sometimes, and you three have just earned yourselves a weekend at my hunting lodge up in the Sequoias. It's called Eden and you'll see why when my jet sets you down on the landing strip.
"The reason I'm giving you this little siesta is because you all deserve it. Because of you, Hollis Electronics now has its own personal supply of tungsten. I appreciate the acquisition of National Mining as a new source of raw materials, and I know you're the men to thank for it That was a very sharp stock maneuver, Wakefield." Seth flushed under the president's praise and caught Lisa's proud expression.
Hollis sat back down and rustled some papers about in front of him, then looked up. His voice took on a brusque tone. "I know today is only Friday, gentlemen, but my plane is waiting for you now at the airport I thought if I could get rid of you one day earlier, I might have a little peace around here. Good day."
Hollis. Shit What a nice old guy. Seth lifted his glass again but tasted only the ice cube at the bottom. He turned towards Lisa to ask for another bourbon and saw she was napping, her lovely raven-haired head reclining back against the headrest How long had he loved that face, that same calm oval beauty that had made him speechless on the day they'd met. It's a good thing she wasn't also struck dumb or they might never have said a word. Seth glanced down over her ripe uplifted breasts, delicate waist, and rounded thighs, his eyes drinking up her supple curves. They had never needed to talk anyway, their bodies had done it for them after that night on her father's yacht He could swear that the Lisa he stared at now was just as firmly and beautifully shaped as she was when he first knew her. She was certainly just as inviting. He had stared at her just the same way as she lay naked beneath him that first night over twelve years ago.
The sloop was pitching softly to and fro as she writhed on the bunk, purring longingly and begging him with her arching nude body to take her for the first time. He stood above her, stroking his taut swollen cock, his mind aflame at the sight of her soft sweet flesh. Never had he seen such erotic beauty in a woman's body. She lay there with her thighs open and yearning, her trembling body tensed and waiting.
Moments later, he climbed onto the bunk and lowered his' hungry loins between her creamy thighs until the head of his cock tingled in the humid warmth of her curly black bush. He bent his head down and sucked her swollen nipples with tantalizing eagerness, then pushed his stiff hot penis gently against her smooth pink labia until he felt them bending open in smoldering submission.
Lisa sighed, "Aaahhh, Seth, easy, easy, aaahhh, darling."
More and more of his big prick felt the soft massaging flesh beyond her silken pussy's moist lips. Her tight young cunt sucked hungrily at the pulsating blood-filled head of his cock. He gazed down at her lust-enraptured face and pushed his burning member further into her hot wet twat.
She thrilled to the feel of his thick rod probing deeper and deeper into her squeezing cunt and moaned excitedly. "Seth, aaahhh fuck me, darling, mmmmm, fuck me."
His hands reached underneath her voluptuous ass and cupped her full sweet buttocks in their de-lighted grasp. The feel of her translucently smooth warm cheeks made his cock jerk impulsively and pump faster between the even softer clinging inner walls of her tender vagina. He fucked rhythmically inside her, knowing he would want her velvet sheath sucking on his penis every night for the rest of his life.
He had never felt anything close to the way her soft young pussy massaged his plunging staff ... the way her lithe, rounded thighs cradled and kneaded his lean trembling loins ... the way her stiffly pointed nipples shuddered in his sucking mouth, their warm salty taste caressing his tongue. He was fucking her wildly, clutching her juicy buttocks and sucking on her flushed heaving tits as she groaned and purred and moved fluidly beneath him to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.
He could feel his senses soaring as he rammed his prick again and again into her deep soft cuntal channel, between the hot smooth ridges of pussy meat that stretched greedily around its bloated purplish knob and sent electric shocks of pleasure up and down the whole length of its hard flesh. He had known it would be good with her, but couldn't believe how good it actually felt now, to be locked in a lewd embrace with this lovely inflamed creature. He felt as if they were the two interlocking pieces of some ancient lustful puzzle. He had finally found a woman whose every soft curve molded itself to his muscular body as if they were both solely designed for the aching pleasure of fucking each other incessantly.
His desire increased with excruciating intensity and he felt his cum gathering in his hot sweaty balls as they slapped against the white flesh of her lower cheeks. He felt as if he'd go stark-raving mad and he held his cock in her to the hilt, then slowly drew his boiling piston back up until only the pulsing head of it was being caressed and teased by her spasmodically squeezing dripping labia.
Lisa was moaning ecstatically, "Oh, God, fuck me, cum, lover cock, cum."
He plunged his throbbing cock all the way up into her creamy insides and they held onto each other tightly as their bodies shuddered on the edge of a mutual climax. Their entranced senses swam in a dizzying heat and then her pussy began twitching violently all around his bursting prick.
She groaned with rapid short breaths and then her voice filled the air as she screamed insanely, "Ooohhh Seth, I'm cumming-GOD-CUM-MMMMIINGGG!"
In the next moment his entire being exploded and he felt the cum roaring up from his balls to answer her spewing burst of climaxing liquids with a hot stream of semen that battered against the thirsty mouth of her cervix. He grunted with animal fury as she sucked every drop of his squirting cream up inside her crazed snatch and swooned in a seething flood of her own bubbling pussy juices. Their entwined bodies heaved and jerked in deep orgasmic pleasure as the boat rocked gently beneath them.
What a night they had shared there in the cozy warmth of the little teak cabin. After they rested for a timeless interval in each other's grateful embrace, he got up and stood by the side of the bunk.
He looked down at her lush naked body, watching the shifting patterns of light and shadow that the oil lamp cast on her glowing vibrant skin.
She smiled up at him, her lovely face flushed and excited behind the silken strands of long black hair that lay in wild tangles all about her head. Her voice was deep and softly pleading as she fondled his limp cock and lifted her head towards it. "Teach me, darling. Oh, Seth, teach me how to suck it for you. I want to taste it sooo bad, please."
He could feel his cock stiffening at the thought of entering the paradise beyond her full soft lips. Lisa had a wide, generous, inviting smile on her face as she opened her lips and flicked at the head of his prick with the tip of her tongue. He showed her how to moisten her lips and fold them inward over her teeth, then he gently shoved the head of his cock between them and into her hot excited mouth. Instinctively, she began stroking his hardening penis with her smooth closed palm while she sucked downward with her mouth to swallow more and more of his growing prick. Her tongue licked in slow luxurious swirls all about the tangy wrinkled skin of his tool. He grew to a full erection under the enchanting spell of her bobbing virgin mouth and pumped slowly, savoring the feel of her sensitive tongue and the sight of her buried middle finger sliding into her soaking cunt between her squeezing milky thighs. She sucked his big hot penis thirstily and played with herself in a salacious rapture. It was so good to feel her devouring his hard cock with ever-increasing passionately sucking desperation, so good to know she was giving him the first blow job she had ever given anyone, loving it so much that she couldn't stop fingering that beautiful little twat of hers.
He stared at her glistening pussy and licked his lips in anticipation. She had probably never been eaten out either, probably a total stranger to the joys of oral love. He knew she liked sucking his big prick now, but wait until she felt what he had in store for her delicious cunt. As soon as she felt his tongue on her, she would most-likely swallow him as delightedly and naturally as a little girl with a popsicle. Mmmmm.
He twisted his penis deeper into her gently working mouth and lay down on his side with his head by her feet. He swung her on top of him and she realized what he was about to do and swallowed up so much of his cock that she was almost choking. Her creamy ass undulated before his eyes, her moist pink pussy weaved tauntingly an inch from his lips, and her sweet sucking mouth clung desperately around his throbbing prick as if it were the only thing to hold onto in the tornado of pleasure she expected.
And he didn't disappoint her. He pulled her down, shoving her swollen cunt against his open sucking mouth and his wildly licking tongue. She jerked upwards momentarily as if the shock of such a wonderful sensation was too much to bear, but then settled down onto his mouth with obscene abandon.
God, did she taste good. He felt her curly black pubic hairs tickling his nose and his cheeks as he burrowed his face into her juicy, throbbing vaginal area. His tongue tortured her quivering tiny pink clitty and then slithered up into her moist slit and swabbed the raw inner flesh of her pussy with molten movements. He sucked at the core of her gyrating pelvis and watched the soft satiny mounds of her ass quiver and squeeze in a dazed voluptuous response to his oral attack. Her cunt was melting into an open, spongy, bubbling pool of erotic flesh. The exotic tastes of her drenched palpitating vagina slid across his plunging tongue and left a blazing trail of spicy nectar each time he drew it back out to lick her hot cunt lips.
He felt as if his cock had grown to the point of bursting out of its skin as he pumped it joyfully into her wildly working mouth. They were eating each other as if their lives depended on it, bathing each other's genitals with obscene sucking sounds and luridly uninhibited tongues. He sucked and licked furiously, his enthralled mind lost in a trance as he tasted the place where she loved to be tasted and swallowed the heady wine of her bittersweet lubricating secretions. He realized in a dreamy haze that this lovely girl and he were licking at each other's roots, tuned in totally to a deep exquisite dimension of oral love that he had never tasted before.
Lisa suddenly began convulsing spasmodically and stroked and sucked his prick like a savage goddess in heat. He felt her pussy billowing and buckling around his tongue in rippling orgasmic waves. And then came the flood, a gurgling stream of aromatic cum spewing into his thirsty mouth and erupting anew whenever it seemed to slow down. Ceaselessly, her first oral climax screamed inside her maddened pussy and burst into a renewed hot liquid flow.
He seemed to be drinking her cum for an eternity as she squeezed deliciously on his tongue and spilled out her insides with the lewd bliss of being eaten out for the first time. His swollen penis quivered with impending paradise as his tensed balls sizzled in her teasing palm. And then at last a great release surged up out of his testes and sped up the long hard shaft of his cock to burst out in a shower of hot male lava and scald her frantic mouth with the salty, intoxicating taste of semen. He ejaculated in long draughts and drank the last great wave of her cum with a slurping passion.
After the peak of their pleasure had faded away, Seth held her close to him and shared whispered endearments with her. The morning sun was already painting colors on the quiet water when they at last drifted off in the soft sleep of lovers.
Now over a decade had passed and things just weren't the same. He gazed at her exquisite profile, wondering how it was possible that their sex life had grown stale. He knew it wasn't a lack of feeling, what with their love for each other still remaining so deep.
Maybe it was all the times he was forced to stay away from home. The pressures of his life as an executive separated them for long hours and isolated him in a world of briefs and reports, decisions that drained his energy and left him restless and preoccupied when he finally would arrive home.
He felt proud though of what he'd accomplished as the stock analyst for his firm. Since Lisa's father had convinced Mark Hollis to give him a lowly position twelve years before, he had worked his way up to become market expert of the company. He had proven to his in-laws, to Lisa, and to himself that he was a lot more than an inept fortune hunter. But despite the challenge of his trade, the joy of combining an interesting prospectus, reason, and intuition with successful results, he still felt plaguingly dissatisfied and often almost numb emotionally. The greater part of his waking hours was spent working and competing so that he could support a style of life that he just didn't enjoy anymore.
They never had any time together during the week, and then they'd spend the whole weekend in a nervous charade of the openness and warmth they had once shared. The games would last till Monday and then they'd part again, both of them filled with the anxiety of loving so deeply yet being capable of communicating only on a meaningless and shallow level.
He knew Lisa felt rejected and hurt by the long hours he spent away and by his lackadaisical love-making when they were together. Whether they were with each other or apart she could sense his preoccupation with the business world. But he was sure she sometimes wondered if his distant concerns were really about another woman. That was why she had gotten so involved with the Executive Wives' Club and the lectures about flower arranging or paper folding or whatever else she managed to keep herself busy with.
And then there were their friends, a whole galaxy of frustrated business associates and their equally hungry wives. He wondered if he and Lisa looked the same way to the people around them. They would waltz through a cocktail party, playing the perfectly happy Wakefields, the same game everyone else played unless they were too drunk to hide their feelings. And everyone spoke as if their abiding interest was politics or Spanish culture instead of a good all-out fuck.
Oh, he knew it was cynical to feel that way but he couldn't help feeling a little bitter. He sensed that he and Lisa shared a deeper love than most of the other couples they knew, yet the irony was that they also shared the common problem of not being able to satisfy each other sexually.
They had worked together for years with patience and understanding to earn enough money so they could live in a relaxed and comfortable environment. Now that they had achieved that goal, their spacious suburban home echoed with the emptiness of their sex life. What was the good of a color television and a new Cadillac when you couldn't get it on with the woman you loved? He felt as if the only thing left to do was make up for the gaping void in their physical relations by going on long bursts of spending; mutual expeditions into the crowded bustle of Wilshire Blvd. department stores and the intimate snobbery of West-wood Village antique shops. They would marvel over a small ivory statue or a rattan couch for the patio, and then they'd take their new treasure home, put it someplace, and stare at it as if it were some magic toy that could ease the pain of their worried minds and hearts.
But always the gap remained between them and he had gradually, over the last few years, become obsessed with the one act of love that Lisa had persistently refused to commit with him. No one had ever deflowered her soft ripe ass and as far as she was concerned no one ever would. The nine or ten times he had tried to enter her anus had always yielded disaster during their first few years together. He finally convinced her that it would be best if they compromised and she gradually grew accustomed to the feel of his long sliding cock pumping up towards the small of her back through the moist crevice between her creamy flexing cheeks.
For almost a thousand nights running he rode between Lisa's luscious full buttocks. And then came that night after a weekend cocktail party.
The Simmons' house had been packed that night and everything was proceeding in its usual mediocrity. Fran and Bill were buzzing around their huge living room like mad, trying to make sure that everyone was acting happy or at least relaxed.
After a while he'd gone out on the terrace by himself to get some air and some peaceful silence. As he stood there, staring down at his drink, he heard high heels coming up behind him. It was Fran Simmons and she was smiling mischievously. She reached down into the cleft between her half-exposed peaches and cream breasts and pulled out a little handwritten slip of paper.
He took it and read: "If I had a choice in my bed, I'd be fucked in the ass till dead."
He burst out laughing at her unexpected wit and she laughed with him for a moment, then put her hand on his arm and asked in a tempting tone, "It really isn't that silly a desire, is it?"
Without waiting for an answer she turned and walked slowly back towards the party, her large firm buttocks swaying lewdly under the clinging fabric of her dress. He stared after her, his hot penis bulging in his slacks.
By the time he had gotten Lisa home, he was as hot and eager as he could be. He hustled her into the bedroom and in her slightly inebriated state she was more than happy to please him. As soon as their clothes were off, he had her prone on her stomach and he was pumping his cock roughly up and down between her white mounds. She was shocked sober by his unusual brutality as his lean hard body crushed her under its weight and his big prick bruised her fleshy buttocks.
She screamed, "Seth, you're too heavy! God! What are you doing? GET OFF ME, DAMNIT!"
But he held her down and fucked between her squished cheeks while she cried and protested, enraged at his piggish inconsideration. Finally his sweating loins shuddered and his hot white cream squirted against her flawless milky skin.
As soon as he rolled off her, she spewed invectives at him with fire in her eyes. She told him he was perverted, that he didn't need to love her in a frontal embrace because he could never get enough of her ass. Well, she didn't need to be "masturbated upon" in the least bit. She told him he'd just have to be satisfied with her pussy.
And that's just what he'd been trying to do these last few years. But lovely as her cunt was, it couldn't excite his imagination as much as the forbidden fruit of her virgin ass-hole. He tried reasoning with her, explaining that there was nothing wrong with ass-fucking, that she could learn to enjoy having his long burning penis buried up her smooth tight rectum.
At times, before he totally abandoned using logic with her, he thought that the promise in her eyes as they got into bed meant he'd finally get to fuck her in the ass, or at least ride between her soft fluffy cheeks once again. He'd come home thinking maybe this would be the night. The moment when she'd finally let him part her voluptuous buttocks and push his frustrated staff into her virgin anus. But always he was mistaken. And always she would feel uneasy because he obviously didn't enjoy the oral delights of her pussy as much as she loved sucking his big cock. He no longer ate her with even a semblance of his former ardor.
With the gradual disappearance of his anal hopes, he felt that the only sexual activity left open to him in his relations with Lisa was to shove his prick into her cunt whenever they managed to get excited enough to fuck. For some reason he'd lost all pleasure in performing cunnilingus on his wife's tasty snatch. He sensed that there was a strange alchemy of strong emotions hidden in his growing distaste towards eating her cunt. He even guessed that his inability to respond to her oral desires had something to do with his smoldering need to fuck her in the ass. But his sexual frustrations, the pressures of business and the increased tension between himself and his wife all bombarded his sensitivities, clouded his mind with worry, and made it impossible to see clearly the roots of their problem.
There had been only one new wrinkle in their sex life over the last few years, one new method of communication that was sporadically employed for the sheer fun of it. On the night that Seth got the news that he had accomplished his first major acquisition, Lisa decided to celebrate by putting on the Parisian stripper costume she had saved from a Halloween masquerade.
He lay on the bed on his side, propped up on an elbow and stroking his stiffening penis, as he watched her strip down to veritable nudity and grind her hips back and forth with a moist smile on her hair-lined vaginal mouth. The milky white nakedness of her skin contrasted sharply with the black garter belt and mid-thigh stockings she still wore.
His prick was erect with surging anticipation as he rubbed harder and begged her to turn around. In the next moment her creamy behind filled his vision with its undulating symmetry and he stared at her long-missed cheeks with a lump in his throat and a swollen torch in his hand.
She danced tauntingly, wiggling her sweet fanny before his eyes with a mocking lasciviousness. She smiled back over her shoulder, watching his hand jerk faster and faster on his juicy pink cock. His tortured frenzy excited her immensely. She knew her ass was as lovely as the rear black-haired Cleopatra might have possessed and she loved watching him masturbating in a blaze of anal desire.
He watched her dance and jerked himself off until at last his hot cum squirted out of his bloated penis and stained the fresh white sheets with the sticky residue of his lust.
With his senses so excited, it was easy for Lisa to get herself eaten well for the first time in months. He sucked and fucked with his radiant wife until they both collapsed in a sated sleep.
Now his mind recalled the next few times she had danced for him and he realized that it had only happened four or five times all together and the last time he'd seen her ass wiggling around for him was over a year ago. It seemed even the dancing was fading away and what was left was growing unbearable stale and lifeless. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life without ever again experiencing the obscene joys beyond a woman's tight ass-hole. It had been his favorite pastime with one of his girl cousins when he was still not much more than a boy, and with other more mature females as he grew into young manhood. Then came Lisa and the power of their love blinded him to his desperate need until it became visible again under the pressure of their increasing lack of sexual enjoyment.
How long could they go on this way? The feel of a woman's soft behind squeezing his cock with sensuous rectal muscles was the thing he had missed most since their marriage. Now, in his frustrated confusion, it had become an obsession with him.
He had abandoned dreamy recollections of all the females he had fucked in the ass ever since the night that Fran had given him her lewd poem and Lisa had rejected his desire. It was that night he realized how maddeningly he needed to sodomize a beautiful woman, and Fran had grown more and more tempting in his mind until she seemed his only hope.
But somehow he was burdened with a frozen inability to risk a proposition towards the ripe redhead. He knew she felt the same way and was afraid to repeat anything as impulsive as what she'd done once out on her patio. Every time circumstance threw them together at some social function they would cast quick glances at each other and try to think of some way to ask for and arrange a rendezvous. But it was futile to try and establish some form of intimacy in a room full of listening people.
He had continued fantasizing about her ass with only the assurance of her subtle smiles to support his lurid wishing. Then one night, just months ago, she had given him an unmistakable sign of her unflagging interest in his sexual possibilities.
The office Christmas party had been an unusually wild affair since Hollis had taken the trouble to supply his employees with a huge fountain of pure champagne churning in the middle of the room.
Just an hour after the party had started it had become a wild chaotic celebration of good cheer. Lisa had left for the powder room and as soon as she had disappeared up a corridor he had turned his eyes back to the mob to see if he could spot Fran.
He didn't have to look long. She fell back against him out of the drunken dancing crowd and sighed softly. Within another moment the auburn-haired Amazon was pushing her full firm cheeks against the growing bulge in his pants. Her ass was the creamiest, most firmly plump behind he had ever felt. Moments later he had just risen to a full erection when she pulled away from him and winked naughtily before running back into the swirl of people. He stood there stunned until Lisa returned and snapped him out of his reverie with a kiss on the cheek. He drove Lisa home that night, convinced that sooner or later he would gladly be unfaithful to her and ravage Fran's erotic derriere.
Seth felt his prick tingling and rising at the thought of Fran being right there aboard the speeding little jet. Perhaps this weekend would come the chance he was waiting for. Maybe he could meet her out in the woods or something. He could feel his cock harden from just the memory of her recent taunting gesture and he craned his head back around the head rest to see if Fran would be at the bar.
Fran blushed. Dammit! She had been staring at the back of Seth's head, admiring his sandy-colored hair and musing upon the quiet executive's enormous sex appeal, when he had suddenly turned around and met her gaze with his clear gray eyes.
He had caught her staring at him and, as always, his eyes showed her a lewd urgent message before she could look away. I know, my darling, she thought, we really should enjoy each other at least once before we die. But how? Where? When? She prayed that they would at last get a chance to make love somewhere-in the forest, at the hunting lodge, anywhere!
She looked up again and saw he was still staring at her, his tongue protruding slightly outward through his half-opened lips. Impulsively, she flicked her own tongue out at him in an obscene gesture and then suddenly remembered where she was.
Nervously, she glanced over at her husband to see if he'd noticed the electric connection that had just taken place between herself and Seth. No, of course he hadn't. He was much too busy drinking it up and swapping all those dirty stories with Tom Herrick. As usual, he was blind to what was happening with her, acting as if she were a piece of baggage that he liked to stick his big cock into every night right after he finished watching the late news.
He would pin her down and spread her thighs apart wherever she happened to be at the time. Once he had even come up behind her on the service porch, rubbing his massive prick like a playful bull and telling her to bend over fast.
She had loved it that particular time, even though he almost demolished her with his brutally ramming spear. She always loved getting fucked from behind. Her first sexual adventures never even involved one frontal embrace.
Fran had grown up with her widowed father and her uncle on an isolated farm in Kansas. The two brothers spent alternate weekends in a nearby town of sinful pleasure. One weekend, when Fran was only fourteen, her uncle slipped into her bed. Before she even knew what was happening he was sending her right through the ceiling with the strange and fantastic pleasures of cunnilingus. She was glad her father wasn't home because she knew her uncle was doing something forbidden and perverted and she didn't want anyone to stop him.
It was later that same night when Fran got fucked for the first time. As passion and puritan-ism clashed in his heated mind, her uncle didn't want to be responsible for taking her virginity. So he solved the problem uniquely, and Fran's first sweet inches of cock were right up her tight little ass-hole.
Since that very first night of incestuous sodomy long ago, she had become passionately addicted to anal love. After the dozens of times her uncle had shot his hot load in her bowels, she had often let certain boys do it to her in later years. Though she lost her vaginal cherry in her junior year of high school, she continued with ass-fucking as the staple of her sexual diet. Oh, she loved having a big hot pecker up her pussy, but getting fucked in the ass still remained a very special thrill to her. Besides, she could take as much cock as she wanted in her fully rounded behind and never have to worry about pregnancy.
Then the day came when she got a job as a secretary at Hollis Electronics. She met Bill less than a week after she started work and, though he was only an executive assistant at the time, she married him without hesitation two weeks after their first date. After she had gotten one look at his enormous penis, she knew she'd never go hungry, at least not sexually.
She knew better now. She'd grown tired of his bullying lack of variety in bed. Some nights he was no more than a big crude sonofabitch.
Oh, she loved him alright. Her Bill. Six foot three and trim and tan under a great shock of blonde hair. He was quite a hunk of man and really sweet underneath all that loud pompous front, but he was such a clumsy brute as a lover.
Night after night it was the same routine. He would approach her directly, with little if any fore-play. And then she'd feel his gigantic staff pushing inside her, reaming out her pussy before she had a chance to become aroused enough to be sufficiently lubricated. But the painfully dry chafing friction of his hot pinkish lance was always soon followed by a moistening ecstasy all along the inner walls of her cunt. Eventually, the sheer savage majesty of his mighty penis overwhelmed her and made her initial pain seem like a distant unworthy complaint.
like a great iron weapon his hard prick would bombard the damp raw flesh of her twat with incredibly intense sensations of pleasure. The stretched tingling skin of the deepest recesses of her pussy clung and sucked on the broad bulbous head of his tool with a frenzy.
Within another few minutes she would once again feel the raging torrent of his gooey cum bathing her silken insides with a boiling shower. And, if he hadn't been too rough with her, if she'd had enough time to grow accustomed to his plunging cock, she'd already be answering his bursting semen with her own explosive and plentiful feminine flow.
The trouble with Bill though was that he always fucked her in the same rapidly insistent fashion. It was up to her to try and adjust to each sudden invasion quickly enough to cum before he ejaculated and shrunk away.
The situation was a lot more to her liking on the oral side of their sexual affairs. Fran had complete control over just how long it would take for him to cum. Her stuffed mouth would suck him until his tremendous member was quivering in a full erection, then she'd lift her mouth off his hard staff and lick teasingly at the base of it, her tongue lost in his coarse, dirty-blonde pubic hair.
He would moan and grunt until his voice was muffled by the moist hairy triangle between her thighs. His tongue and mouth immediately began their imploring assault. He knew from experience that she'd only consent to consummate her excruciatingly tantalizing blow job and suck him to orgasm on one condition. He had to lick her pussy silly, suck her spicy juices up, mouth her throbbing clitty, and do all the wild tasty things that drove her up the wall with delight.
The moment she felt him devouring her pussy, she moved back up to the purplish head of his penis and her distended mouth plummeted downwards over it, half swallowing his big hot rod. She sucked and licked like a wild banshee and smashed her gyrating cunt against his open wet mouth. Her smooth naked twat squeezed convulsively on his probing tongue until her pussy finally burst in a dizzying array of liquid fireworks and she tasted the pungent brew of his hot semen.
Yes, sometimes what they had could be good, even beautiful, but there was one joy that Bill rarely ever gave her-a good fuck in the ass. He was locked into his own sexual patterns and always wanted vaginal and oral pleasures first and foremost. It had been such a long time since he had last had the energy left, coupled with the inclination, to screw her anus. She felt as if her ass-hole must have shrunk from nonuse until by now it was probably as tight as a young girl's again.
Most women, she knew, would give their eye-teeth to have a husband as virile and well endowed as her Bill, but she still couldn't seem to ever feel satisfied. Her favorite hole was unloved and she had even been driven to the point of buying a vibrator and shoving it up her rectum whenever her anal imaginings became too much to bear.
She wondered sometimes whether she could be a latent nymphomaniac or some such oversexed creature. Here she had a man with a prick like a battle sword, but it had begun to be a gift not especially enticing to her anymore. As long as only two of her holes were being appreciated she could not ignore the erotic pleas of her penis-starved ass.
She couldn't remember how long she had been attracted to Seth, but again and again, often in the middle of the afternoon, she'd find herself imagining what it would be like to suck on his cock with her hungry anus until she once again felt the searing heat of a man's cum squirting into her bowels.
Fran had no idea if Seth had an anal obsession like hers, but she knew he would be gentle and considerate as a lover. If they ever got the chance to be alone she was sure he would gallantly fulfill her very special need. She hadn't regretted the two brash passes she had made at him, only the fact that the conditions were never right for him to respond to her as she knew he wanted to.
She erased her mind of Seth for the moment; it was all too frustrating to think about. She sipped her martini slowly and stared amusedly at Tom Herrick, wondering whether the small compact man could really have a cock as big as the lump in his pants indicated. Her lewd fancies about Seth had made her unusually excited and susceptible to the slightest male stimuli. Tom's pants disappeared momentarily under her glance and revealed a prick as wide and blunt as a tree trunk. She shook her head lightly to clear away her indiscreet preoccupations, but she felt confident that she had pictured Tom's cock as it really was. Little Polly must have to split her belly open to take that thing.
Fran exchanged a brief smile with the small, fully curved blonde as they sat near each other and listened to their husbands sharing obscene stories. The way Torn boasted of his sexual prowess like a strutting cock implied that Polly must be subjected to the same rough handling that she was accustomed to. She commiserated with Polly by pouring half of her drink into the small woman's empty glass and winking compassionately. Then she leaned back and tried to hide her boredom at Tom's masculine nonsense.
It was strange how every one of his lascivious stories was about oral love. She couldn't see any big difference in what kind of sex you had with a man if he was as crude and insensitive as her husband or Tom. She was so tired of the whiskey breath and hairy-chested facade that Bill and Tom always displayed when they shared one of their man-to-man sessions full of filthy language and childish snickerings.
Once again her thoughts drifted back to the office Christmas party, the last close contact she had experienced with Seth. Even with her wildly provocative calculated action, he had kept his calm and reserve. He had let her be a little naughty without attacking her like an animal. It had been so refreshingly different from the way her husband might have reacted under the same advances. She still remembered perfectly how Seth had felt against her. She could almost feel his juicy prick growing hot and firm between her quivering cheeks right now.
Lisa floated in a restless sleep and dreamed on, unconscious of the people around her. Once again they were calling her the "Honorable Mrs. Wakefield" and she was accepting the polished mahogany gavel to begin a new term as president of the Executive Wives' Club.
She held the heavy gavel in her hand and it changed its composure, turning into a living thing; a long hot cock pulsing with desire. Eagerly she brought it up to her lips, then parted them as her hungry mouth slid over its large purplish head and her tongue tasted its intoxicating flesh. She sucked longingly on the beautifully shaped penis.
"Seth, mmmmm, eat me, darling, eat me."
His thrusting prick trembled inside her mouth as she felt his tongue lightly licking all about her inflamed crotch. She wanted more, she wanted his mouth sucking on her tiny erect clitty and his tongue jammed up inside her vagina. She always wanted more, he never ate her enough and she needed so badly to feel his tongue make her cum.
With a wild choking rhythm she swallowed up even more of his delicious prick and sucked furiously. But still he only daintily picked at the passionate meal of her undulating pussy. It hadn't always been this way. He used to eat her good, sooo good. Was he punishing her in some way? God, his cock tasted good. Why wouldn't he eat her as she knew he could?
Suddenly she felt a thunderous bloated rippling of flesh rising from under her grip at the base of his cock and rushing up along its length to finally explode in a scalding burst of semen deep in her mouth. It was wonderful the way his tangy cum burned her throat going down, but by now the craving need of her pussy out-shadowed all else. She drew her mouth off of his shrinking penis.
"Seth, please darling, eat me, PLEASE!"
He responded with an almost dutiful rhythm of his tongue as it swabbed her tortured cunt halfheartedly. She knew she wouldn't cum now, not if he ate her like this all night. She could feel the same old insincere attempt and it maddened her with resentment and somehow, a sense of guilt.
But wait! What was happening? She could feel her whole body vibrating with an excited rocking movement; but no, his tongue still held back at the same monotonous pace. What then?
All of a sudden Lisa woke from her dream as she felt herself being shaken by the increased rocking motions. Her eyes opened and focused on a large sign, Welcome to Eden, as the plane coasted to an abrupt stop on .the little landing strip.
CHAPTER TWO
As the three couples deboarded Hollis' jet, the brisk mountain air swirled around their stunned faces and sharpened their dull city senses. All around them were the giant Sequoias towering loftily above, and the soft sounds of small, gentle creatures playing on the forest floor.
The six of them stood there with their backs to the plane and their eyes totally enthralled in the timeless natural beauty of the haven into which they had flown. Within each of their minds came the deeply fulfilling reassurance that here was a place where a few people could escape the crowded confusion of human society and see very clearly just how natural or unnatural they themselves were.
The pilot interrupted their reverie and led them on a little path for twenty yards through a closely grouped thickness of massive Sequoias. As their flying chauffeur emerged out of the stand of trees and onto a green clearing, he turned to the people coming up behind him and cocked his cap jauntily.
He remarked amusedly, "Feast your eyes on that for a while, folks, and I'll go unload your luggage."
They nodded dumbfoundedly and stared at the gigantic lodge called Eden. There it was, as regal and enchanting as the setting in which it had been created. If they had happened to have seen it first in a photograph, the incredible structure, might have been laughed off as an overgrown three-storied version of a log cabin. But here in its charming reality the lodge looked like an inviting, tastefully simple home; a long-considered and well-constructed expression of one man's intense love of nature.
Seth put his arm around Lisa and shared the inspiring sight. He almost felt as if Hollis were trying in his own way to tell his trio of executives something by sending them here. Maybe that inner class that Hollis possessed was something he had found in this isolated forest. Seth didn't know, but he felt more relaxed than usual just standing there and enjoying the beauty before him.
Fran and Bill and Tom and Polly also instinctively joined hands with their mates and surveyed the ivy-covered lodge. Half of it lay nestled against a pastoral hillside of green trees that rose upward behind the rustic roof. Off to the left, behind the other half of the lodge, came the gurgling promise of a little forest river.
"It's wonderful!" Polly shouted, whirling around and clasping her hands in front of her with delight.
Everyone nodded agreement, feeling a sense of revitalized well-being and relaxed freedom that they had never felt back in Los Angeles. It was almost unbelievable how different this place was, how it revived their jaded senses and reminded them that the crowded city had robbed them of simple spacious living. Here was a palace in the forest where society was a forgotten word and the trees couldn't care less whether or not you acted properly.
The pilot put the last load of luggage onto the porch, then mopped his sweating brow and walked back to the group. He pulled Seth aside and spoke in the formal tone of an official messenger. "Mr. Hollis asked me to convey his sincere desire that you all have a pleasant weekend before I take my leave of you."
He finished his little speech and smiled cordially. Seth was a little perplexed. He questioned the younger man: "You mean you're going to leave us out here alone in the middle of the woods?"
The aviator let out a little laugh and answered assuringly, "Oh, don't worry. The place is stocked like a fortress. There's food and booze, a radio phone, even a closed-circuit color television and a billiards' room."
Seth was impressed to say the least. "You're kidding," he said, "Hollis sure must have sunk a lot of money into this place."
The pilot smiled. "The door's open and once you step inside, Mr. Wakefield, you'll see it was all well worth it. I have to go now. Mr. Hollis is expecting me back to fly him to the opera in San Francisco tonight."
Seth nodded and tipped the pilot a couple of twenties. The pilot shook his hand. "Thanks, Mr. Wakefield. I'll be back to pick you all up at six o'clock sharp, Monday morning. Have a nice stay." He turned away and headed back through the trees toward the landing strip.
A few minutes later they stood on the porch and waved the plane good-bye as it roared up above the trees and streaked off into the distance. Then Tom pushed open the great carved oak door and they all walked into Eden.
They found themselves standing in an enormous cedar-paneled room. Off to the right was a long spruce bar and just beyond it rose a spiraling staircase of rough-hewn planks. At the other end of the room was a curved archway and through it could be seen the copper pots and cobblestone floor of a large quaint kitchen.
In the great room in which they stood, half of the long span of the far wall was covered with a full-length wine-colored velvet drape. Almost the entire remaining wall space was taken up by a massive floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace. Bill pointed to a large hand-painted poster board resting on the teak mantel. He whistled admiringly. "That Hollis. Always full of surprises."
Everyone read the welcome message and laughed appreciatively. The old man had written: "Welcome, my friends. I suppose you're wondering why I don't have any prize antlers above my mantel. Well, it seems I built a hunting lodge and then discovered I just couldn't shoot an animal." There was now a jovial exploratory air in the room as Fran hurriedly crossed the wide expanse of deep buff carpeting and pulled the cord that drew open the drapes. She motioned excitedly and they all rushed up like children to the broad picture window and shared the view with her.
There, out beyond the back of the house, was a scenic tableau of classic simplicity. A beautiful meadow sloped gradually down and away from the house for a distance of a hundred yards or so, until it became the near bank of a crystal-clear mountain river. Their vision crossed the fifteen feet of churning water to where the lush forest disappeared beyond the far bank.
The water flowed out of view downstream to the. right, behind the rising hillside that was directly against a back corner of the lodge. To the left and upstream, it gradually fell out of sight as the trees thickened at the far perimeter of Eden's backyard meadow.
Seth threw a quick glance at Fran and could see that she was also thinking of how nice it would be to lay down and fuck on the cool grass. He felt alive with expectation, sensing that he would soon have a chance to stick his big hot cock in a woman's sweet naked ass-hole.
Lisa was much too pleased with the sumptuous lodge to notice whether Seth's fancies were wandering. She spoke excitedly, "Come on, girls. Let's take a look at the kitchen." Then she turned and started walking towards the archway, still talking animatedly. "Did you see those drapes? My God!"
Fran and Polly followed her eagerly and the men were left with the view. Tom pointed at the river and laughed gruffly, "Did I just see a rainbow trout in there, fellas?"
Seth grinned along with Bill and answered Herrick quickly, "I don't know, Tom ol' man, but let's find out."
The three friends went out and carried the luggage in from the porch. Immediately they began attacking the various suitcases in a playful search for blue jeans, plaid shirts, and old shoes. Their chaotic rummaging of the bags their wives had neatly packed yielded some tantalizing dividends. Though Seth was careful to leave Lisa's daintier things fairly unmussed, Tom and Bill were exploring at random, throwing some pieces of clothing onto the carpet and holding up others for their voyeuristic value.
Tom held Polly's generously cupped black lace brassiere up to his chest and laughed in a low lurid man-to-man tone. But Bill was even more brash in their spontaneous sport and held up a pair of Fran's bikini undies right in front of his smiling lips. His tongue shot out and licked at the satin crotch of her apricot-colored panties and Tom burst into uproarious laughter.
Seth didn't laugh. He was too busy trying to suppress his rising hard-on at the sight of Bill's oral pantomime with the make-believe cunt. His eyes were locked onto Fran's panties and, try as he might, he couldn't stop imagining how delicious Fran's ripe wet pussy would probably taste in reality.
His salacious reflections were interrupted by the big redhead herself. She grabbed her panties out of her husband's hands and glared down at him with a look that would have frozen Miami. Sheepishly, he turned back to the suitcase and hunted for a shirt, but as soon as Fran turned away, Seth caught Bill exchanging a sexy glance with Polly Herrick. The little blonde had also come out of the kitchen to investigate her husband's loud laughter and had chastised Tom with an obvious and poorly acted expression of shocked and chaste Puritanism. When Tom had grunted and put her brassiere back, her pretty face had momentarily changed into an expression of lust as she looked at Bill for an instant.
Mmmmm, Seth thought, so there's another attraction in this circus; one between Polly and Bill. He could understand Bill's interest, that Polly certainly was a sultry little thing. He began concentrating on Polly's firmly shaped charms, then caught himself and stopped. His stock-market training instinctively warned him about overextending his investment capabilities. An interest in even one other man's wife was enough of a risk as it was.
Seth looked back behind him and saw Lisa leaning inside the archway. She was giggling delightedly at them. That's what he loved about her; she had a natural sense of humor. It had gotten them through some rough times. He just wished she could be more natural in other regards. As much as he loved her, he had gotten to the point where he would rather have fucked almost any woman in the ass-hole than screw his own lovely Lisa up her smooth vagina. The prospect of pumping it between Fran's luscious creamy buttocks was just too sweet to resist.
Lisa blew him a kiss and he smiled warmly. How ironic, he thought. His honey was glad that he wasn't crude and never showed her underwear to other men. No, he wasn't crude, but he was definitely going to fuck someone else the very first chance he got.
The rest of the day passed pleasantly for everyone. The men changed into outdoor clothing and Seth and Bill gathered up the fishing gear from a hanging rack near the bar. Tom explored their liquid reserves and came up with a cold case of beer. He laughed, "Go easy, fellas. There's only twenty more cases of this stuff in the locker back there."
Bill laughed and grabbed the beer, handing his fishing tackle to Tom. A moment later they were heading toward the river.
Seth hadn't felt this good in ages and neither had his wife. Lisa and the other two women had already changed and were exploring the second floor like delighted little girls.
The three women discovered the ornate billiards' room and had a delirious romp of it. Fran ran to the little bar and poured a big glass of whiskey. She set it on the bar, then went to the wall and got a pool cue. She walked back to the bar with the long wooden stick and sat down on a bar stool next to the drink.
"Watch this!" she laughed. Then she took a cigar from a box on the bar and stuck it between her lips at a cocky angle. She lifted the drink in one hand and used the other to hold the cue upwards like a huge phallus sticking out from between her spread thighs. Her voice came out in a satirically masculine tone. "Listen, you guys, I'm king stud. Ain't nobody got a pecker like mine!"
Polly leaned against the antique pool table, trying not to fall down from her laughter. Even Lisa let down her proper facade and howled at the sight of Fran. Her frustrated formality dissolved for the moment in favor of enjoying herself, and she picked up two large pool balls and held them together down in front of her crotch. She looked at her two friends and spoke in a gruff hoarse tone, "Maybe Big Red's got the largest love stick, but I've got the biggest balls in the world!"
Needless to say, it took the three ladies another five minutes before they had controlled their laughter enough to climb the stairs and explore the third floor.
Almost the entire area of the highest story was an immense airy sun room. After they inspected the little corner bedroom and Lisa laid claim to it, they all went across the wide, casually furnished sun room, through the sliding screen doors and out onto a long picturesque balcony. There they spent the remaining daylight hours smiling down at their fishermen husbands, talking with each other, and playfully leaning over the balcony railing to pick pine cones off the fragrant trees.
When dinner time approached, Seth and Bill cleaned the trout in the kitchen,, while Tom relaxed at the bar and the women bustled about. Lisa placed six large comfortable pillows around the low circular wooden table in the front room, then went back into the kitchen to help Fran and Polly prepare dinner.
A half hour later they all sat down to a huge platter of fried trout, enjoying the feast by candlelight. It had been a wonderful day and now they ate what the river had given them and looked forward to what night might bring.
After dinner, the girls cleaned up while Bill started a fire in the huge hearth. Seth rearranged the pillows, casting them about in a loose semicircle near the crackling fire. And Tom performed what was to him the most important task, carrying a large tray of liquor bottles, ice, and glasses over to his favorite-colored pillow. He set the tray down on the carpet next to the orange cushion and sat down with a satisfied sigh.
Everyone was soon gathered in front of the fire and warm laughter and conversation filled the first hour pleasantly. The drinks flowed fast and free with most of them being diverted down Tom's thirsty throat. By the time Seth and the others were moderately mellow, Mr. Herrick was completely snockered. His propensity for telling dirty jokes was in full bloom and so was Polly's embarrassed face.
Finally, Tom finished the last of his stories and stared greedily at Polly. Then he slithered and sloshed across the carpet on his hands and knees towards his wife. When he reached her, he spoke out as frankly and unashamedly as if there were no one else in the room. "Come on, Polly honey, let's go upstairs and fuck."
"Tom! Well, I never-" Polly was frozen with embarrassment and rage. Everyone, in their partially drunken state, couldn't help snickering and laughing. Polly flew into a tizzy. She jumped up onto her feet and exploded back at her husband. "You're a rotten uncouth bastard!"
Tom was laughing, barely able to hold up his head. "Aw, shit on you, Polly. Your ass sucks canal water!"
The angry little blonde stormed out the front door while her husband gave one last laugh and collapsed facedown on the carpet.
Bill began stirring about immediately. He reached over and propped Tom's head up on the orange pillow. Then he stood up and, with a feigned drunkenness in his voice, said, "Don' you worry, Tommy ol' buddy. She's jus' mad. I'll go find her and bring her back to ya." And with that he walked drunkenly out the door.
Seth slid over to the tray and fixed a bourbon for himself and a couple of martinis for Lisa and Fran. He laughed to himself, musing that Tom wouldn't be needing any more liquor and that would leave him veritably alone with Franalone except for Lisa. Dammit. He loved his wife but this forced fidelity was getting to be ridiculous.
He handed Lisa and Fran their martinis. Then he settled onto his pillow with his drink and the triangle was formed. Immediately the strange situation of the three of them sitting alone together began causing an unpleasant emotional tension.
He felt the sensory wave of Fran's desire permeating his cock with desire. But simultaneously he sensed Lisa's quick recognition of what was happening between him and Fran. His wife was swirling her drink around in its cocktail glass with a disturbed and nervous motion.
He sipped his bourbon and stared towards the fire-lit hearth, walking a mental tightrope between his desire for Fran's aroused flesh and his embarrassment and guilt at Lisa's nervous manner. Dammit. Why did people live in such an inhibited unrealistic way? Here he was with Fran, feeling his loins being drawn toward hers by the magnetism of their mutual imaginations. But Lisa was there too, playing her part to the hilt, convincing herself to feel hurt just as he had convinced himself to feel guilty.
He downed the rest of his drink. Dammit. Why? Why?
Polly wondered just how long and sweet it would be. She felt Bill's hand tighten around hers as they walked by the river beneath the great trees. She glanced shyly up at Bill. He was so tall, so handsome. Minutes before she had cried on his shoulder, bemoaning the coarseness that her inebriated husband had displayed, but then she'd felt Bill's strength and warmth engulf her as he gently embraced her like a fatherly bear.
Ever since the night Tom invited over his new associate, Bill, for dinner, Polly had entertained notions of being alone with Mr. Simmons. But her wishful thinking and planning ended when he married that secretary, Fran, and now Polly was very nervous whenever she and Tom went over to their house for drinks. Fran scared her sometimes. The big redhead would pull her aside and say something like, "We're both women, honey, and we just love to fuck," or, "Don't wear so much makeup, you look like a slut."
But Bill was another matter entirely. He was so kind and big. Oh, he was crude and silly like Tom, but Bill looked more like a Viking or something. She was so small and was just awed by his hulking frame. She realized her desire for him was a mixture of needs. His well-proportioned height would satisfy her need for protection; and her other craving, the need to be fucked slowly by a long hard penis, would certainly be fulfilled if he fucked as dirty as he talked sometimes. He was a fantasized father and passionate lover all rolled up into one blonde image that tortured Polly's fertile imagination on lonely afternoons.
Under the pressures of her lust, she had even cheated on Tom. She remembered the first time it happened. She had turned on the noon news but she wasn't watching. She sat on the couch, naked under a silk kimono, reclining her head back in ecstasy and squeezing her thighs around her two buried twitching fingers. She was only a minute from achieving a lovely climax when the rude sound of the doorbell shocked her out of her trance. She jumped up, forgetting to tie her kimono closed. Then she nervously walked to the door and opened it just enough to let her face be visible.
Her erotic fancies were rekindled at the sight of the new grocery boy standing there with a shopping bag and scuffling his feet. He had curly light-brown hair and wide gray eyes. Her pussy was still tingling with pleasant sensations.
Five minutes later she had talked him inside and was laying beneath him on the couch, with his long stiff member in her hand. She was crazed with desire to at last see a prick longer than her husband's blunt instrument. She was a virgin when she married; Tom's cock was all she had ever known, and she broke into a warm sweat as she positioned the adolescent boy's fascinating rod up against her soft moist labia.
Moments later she thrilled to its deepening penetration, but before he was halfway inside her, she felt his jot jiz squirting up her vagina. Oh, God no, not a twenty-second lover. As soon as he rolled off her, she tried to revive his cock in every way she could think of, but it was no use. After he left, she went into the bedroom and almost burned up the mattress with her wild desperate masturbation.
She placed another order with the grocery the very next day, and hung up the phone hoping he'd be more relaxed and adequate when he arrived. But the teen-ager entered her house a half hour later just as nervous and excited as he'd been the day before. His performance, a few minutes after he arrived, and each quick fucking she sneaked in during the rest of their brief affair, yielded the same result as their first encounter. He shot his load by the time he was only halfway inside her maddeningly unfulfilled cunt. Finally, she gave up on him. She was already feeling guilty about Tom as it was, and she resolutely began giving her business to another market. Ever since that one extramarital fling, Polly had remained true to Tom. But the grocery boy's long shiny cock still burned in her memory. Tom's rough pecker was big all right, but in width not length.
She glanced up at Bill again. All these years she had wanted him and her desire had been increased by her unfaithful exposure to an excitingly lengthy prick. She wondered what it would be like tonight. Maybe Bill would have the long cock she wanted so badly. God, to see a long prick again. She'd heard that a nice long cock could go all the way past the mouth of her cervix and invade her womb with the delights of its swollen head. Her vaginal channel was so short that Tom's juicy penis had often banged against her pussy's puckered roof, but no one had yet crossed that threshold and entered her inner chamber to bring her a new dimension in fucking.
She saw a smile forming on Bill's lips. It was the same smile he had given her when he'd comforted her about Tom. That's when the sensation had started, that ticklish curiosity just below her tummy.
Now as they walked and he slid his arm about her waist, she could feel tiny drops of sweat forming between her soft dewy breasts, trickling down over the small white mound of her belly and sinking into her curling pubic bush of silky brown hair. Damn, she had to have Bill. She knew she'd love being fucked by him no matter how his cock was shaped.
For a brief moment Tom's face flickered in the warm haze of her aroused mind. To hell with Tom, he wouldn't find out. Besides, hadn't she heard rumors about him having extramarital adventures? Well, it would serve him right. She could feel her moist pussy twitching hungrily in anticipation.
Her eyes scouted eagerly in the distance before them. The moon was almost full and in the velvety light she spotted a secluded patch of grass sheltered by a small group of trees just above the sloping riverbank. It was only a few yards up ahead of them and Polly motioned at the isolated spot and said in a hurried unstable voice, "Let's sit down over there, Bill."
She kicked herself mentally for being so obviously eager, but then she felt his arm tighten around her and she almost melted with an aching desire. They walked over to nature's inviting bed of grass and sat down. Immediately, Bill lit a cigarette and offered her one. She was surprised at his nervousness. She thought she was the only one who was going almost mad with expectation.
Polly accepted the cigarette and a light and sat beside Bill, both of them hauntingly silent, smoking and staring at the river. All these years she had wanted his prick and she realized with a start that he was hesitating because he wasn't sure if she'd accept a pass. She couldn't let him labor under such a delusion any longer. She would make it perfectly clear to him just how she felt. Turning, she grabbed Bill's cigarette out of his mouth and threw it, along with her own, into the sparkling river. Water pollution was the last thing on her mind. The only liquid that interested her was the milky semen in Bill's balls.
She brought her mouth up to his and a moment later their crushing lips opened and their wet tongues entwined in a long-awaited intense joy. She was thrilled by their first contact and kissed him wildly as his hand hiked up her skirt and downed her lace panties. She kicked the black undies off along with her sandals, and her pussy screamed from the pleasure of his exploring hand. The ball of his thumb massaged her throbbing pink clitty and his middle finger traced a tantalizing movement all along the moist slippery flesh of her swollen cuntal lips. Polly trembled and writhed with excitement. She sucked his tongue and felt his finger stop its taunting prelude and plunge between her soft labia and into her hungry vagina. He shoved it all the way up to the hilt inside her and massaged the madly squeezing inner walls of her pussy.
Her whole being was alive with voluptuous sensations. At last Bill was going to fuck her, the moment was at hand and she couldn't wait any longer. She had to see his cock. She drew her mouth from his, gasping for breath. "Aaaahhh, Bill, mmmm, baby. Let me see your cock, honey. Take it out for me."
Bill smiled wickedly and pumped his finger harder into her clinging sucking twat. He got up on his knees and with a swift motion of his free hand he undid his pants and jerked them and his jockeys downward.
Her eyes widened into awestruck, fiery blue saucers as his huge tool sprang out and loomed before her, quivering and throbbing in its pinkish enormity. She screwed her cunt down even harder around his pumping finger and gazed, speechless, at his long glistening penis. Her pussy sucked hungrily as he shoved a second finger inside her, and her mind blazed like a lewd bonfire at the sight of his big calloused hand stroking the taut blue-veined flesh of his burning prick.
Polly moaned and stared at the incredible specter of his stiff massive rod. Her mind was enthralled by the lascivious length of his bloated erection. She had never dreamed a cock could be as long as the eight inches of hard flesh that jerked imposingly in Bill's massaging palm. A viscid shiny dew drop of pre-seminal fluid hung like an erotic diamond on the tiny slit at the tip of his prick. She could swear the head of his cock was at least as wide as Tom's thick mushroom cap, and she wondered how much of Bill she'd be able to take. She was going out of her mind just looking at it. The man she'd wanted all these years was on his knees next to her, and in his hand was the biggest, most luscious penis she could ever imagine. It was almost too much for a grown woman to handle. Her pussy moistened in anticipation as it flexed its raw flesh around his two fucking fingers. She gazed at his immense prick, licked her lips, and rasped hoarsely, "God, it's beautiful, honey, and so loonngg."
He stared down at her, his eyes reflecting her lustful adulation of his big boiling prick. For years he had wanted the cute little bitch, with her shocked propriety and her low-cut dresses. Fran was a gourmet dinner in bed, but the little blonde who was now drooling over his naked cock had always been like a tasty unapproachable treat, a torturing temptation for his chronic sweet tooth. At last he had his fingers up Polly's tight smooth cunt and he knew the time had arrived for his long-imagined sexual dessert. God, was she pretty.
She was just too sweet. He had to claim his prize in a hurry or waste his cum on the pine needles, and he let go of his throbbing prick to prevent its boiling over. He stared intensely at her for a few seconds, then spoke in a deep urgent tone. "You're going to feel just exactly how long it is, baby. Right now!"
He got between her legs, kicking them further apart with his knees. Then he grasped his eager penis, lowered his hulking weight on top of her, and began punching at the wet mouth of her pink vagina with the broad head of his brutal staff.
She screamed, 'No, no, easy, go easy! STOP!"
God, what was he doing? The pig, the beast. She felt the head of his cock pop inside her with a loud sucking sound. And then he was ripping her open, thrusting his horrid gigantic penis rapidly up her shocked pussy. She couldn't believe the pain and she whimpered helplessly as he invaded deeper territory with esch relentless plunge and the raw inner flesh of her cunt burned and buckled and clung to his angrily moving prick. He was just as savage and inconsiderate as her husband, only it was much worse because of his incredible size. A storm of resentment built up inside her as she tried to slap at him and push him away. She felt as if she would rip open under his passionate attack. It was no use. She would have to bear this pain unless she mercifully passed out. He would never stop for her, he was much too insane and wild now. Goddamn animal! Just like Tom! Just-like-Ooohhh GOD!!
The mouth of her cervix was being stretched open like a frayed rubber band. The head of his cock had pushed aside everything in its savage path and now it banged against the entrance to her virgin womb! The pain was sharp, excruciating, and ceaseless, as he sought to bury the whole length of his huge penis far up inside her, further than any man had ever gone.
She thought she would burst inside and felt her mind almost blacking out. She cried softly and the ache inside her was the only thing she was aware of, as flashing bolts of distress from the raw screaming nerves in her soft body overwhelmed her barely conscious mind.
Suddenly there was a softer-sounding pop and she felt a strange probing monster devouring the deepest recesses of her body. She shook her dazed head from side to side and groaned weakly in fear and wonder. Slowly, on the edge of unconsciousness, her senses began clearing again and returning to full awareness. She began to realize that the miracle had occurred. It was actually happening to her; he was actually fucking her up in her very vitals with his hot pummeling cock. She started to relax, relieved, knowing that there were no more secret doors inside her for his immense tool to batter through.
Then the pain faded away gradually until a wonderful feeling began washing over her like a rippling wave. Her first-conquered outer pussy had now grown accustomed to the unusual size of Bill's hard slick penis, and her fully aroused labia were squeezing wildly, uncontrollably, around the thick wet prick that was pumping between them. She moaned throatily as a lovely sense of pleasure echoed along the plunging path of his cock. The fat wet head of his prick thrilled the delicate inner tissues beyond the stuffed distended opening of her womb, and her entire body joyously realized the total fucking she was receiving.
She sighed, "Fuck me, Bill, fuck me!"
Her pussy was twitching, sucking, massaging with all of its silken muscles around the delicious hard flesh of his invading penis. God, what a cock, what a sweet complete fucking. She arched her back up with a sensuous feminine motion and pushed with her hands on his slim muscular buttocks. He rammed it rhythmically into her and she drew her legs up over her body until her curling toes touched the ground behind her head. She moaned with delight, "Ooohhhh, so deep!"
He was crazed by the sound of her imploring voice and he pumped his delighted tingling prick furiously into her undulating twat. She was now transfixed in an erotic paradise and her lovely body moved voluptuously, torturing his aroused member with her frenzied cunt. His hairy bloated balls slapped against her rounded alabaster buttocks with each punishing drive of his gargantuan penis, and she felt as if she'd burn to ashes in the ecstatic flame of her lust. Her soaking pussy molded itself around every vein, every inch of his masterful cock. Her cunt floated in a phallic ocean of pleasure as he ripped his bursting prick into her again and again and again.
Then, suddenly, another sensation overcame her. This time it was from the inside out and unbearably exciting as she teetered on the heights of pleasure, then burst in a fluid explosion. Her cum drenched his throbbing member, bubbling out over the brim and running out over her enraptured clitty to trickle down onto the hot skin of her stomach.
She screamed deliriously, "BILL, AAAHHHH, FUCK ME, CUM CUM CUMMMMMMMMM!" She gasped for breath and floated on her own orgasmic wave as she felt his creamy squirts of cum shooting far up inside her while the endless flow of her cunt juices bathed his cock. Saliva dripped from the corner of her open mouth and she jerked like a rag doll, impaled under his spent and shrinking prick, and clawed at his broad back until her climaxes subsided.
Slowly, he pulled out his limp penis, then rolled off her. Polly looked down at his shrunken wrinkled cock and then started petting its moist skin and fondling it appreciatively in her hand. She sighed dreamily, "Oh, Bill, oh, honey, it was so fine and hard and big. Oh, thank you, darling, thank you."
She bent over him and, in the next instant, showed her gratitude by swallowing the fleshy salty head of his cock. Her tongue ran eagerly over the smooth cum-soaked skin of his reawakening pulsating knob. Her fingers teased the wrinkled folds of skin on his prick and it began to grow warm and stiff in her hand. With her other hand she cradled his wet balls in the soft fondling warmth of a smooth palm. Her mouth worked downward over his rapidly rising cock and she sucked yearningly, swallowing more and more of his sweet juicy flesh with a twisting, bobbing, tantalizing movement of her head.
Bill was grunting and starting to thrash about, pumping his hot prick up into her soft warm mouth. She loved the feel of his penis in her hand as it throbbed with an enormous renewed erection. And the way it tasted, mmm, God, how she loved to suck cock. It was always first on the menu every night with Tom, and she had learned from her husband how to give an exquisite blow job. She sucked wildly on Bill's huge tasty prick, reveling in the pleasure of performing fellatio on such a massive penis. Polly thought of all the times she'd sucked Tom off and then watched him turn over and go to sleep without even fucking her. She laughed to herself. Tonight she had gotten herself fucked first and that just made Bill's cock taste so much sweeter.
Her fingers rubbed her saturated clitty and her mouth worked on his big prick with a sucking intensity. She could see out of the corner of her eye that he was watching her masturbate and she felt his prick pump faster and faster between her full soft lips. She brought her tongue up from the meaty stem of his cock to concentrate her licking on a small spot on the underside of his prick just below the massive fleshy head. The tip of her tongue vibrated with excitement as it flicked against the magic phallic nerve that would soon make his sweet cum pour into her mouth. Her stimulated clitoris throbbed to the feel of her rapid fingering and she sucked eagerly on his salty staff until at last she felt his balls contracting in her palm. Just as his rifle cocked itself to fire, she thrilled to the sweet onset of a new orgasm spewing out of her soft smooth pussy. In the next instant his exploding lust was also consummated and she swooned ecstatically and drank up his long bursts of hot creamy semen, jerking him off just as furiously as she fingered her own climaxing cunt.
When her convulsing pussy had finally settled down and his boiling cum was sloshing about in her cunt, she took her mouth off his beautiful prick and stared at it lovingly. As her tongue began licking it delightedly all over again, she wondered slightly what Tom was doing.
CHAPTER THREE
Lisa awoke slowly and as she lay quietly with her eyes closed, her first hazy awareness was one of gnawing sexual hunger. She realized that the only thing she had felt last night before finally dozing off was this same plaguing need to have a warm tongue licking her pussy. Once again Seth had not fully responded to her passion; as a matter-of-fact, last night he hadn't responded at all. She was going to have to do something to make her husband rediscover her sexually. Ah, yes, she would strip for him tonight. That would do it.
A sudden sense of worry filled her dreamy thoughts. Would the sight of her naked dancing body really accomplish her goal? Maybe he had already permanently shifted his attentions to another woman, to that goddamn Fran. For years now she had caught him staring at Fran whenever they were with the Simmonses. The irony of it all was that she couldn't bring herself to hate Fran for more than a week or two. The big redhead's sharp wit and brash manner would always make Lisa feel close to her again and forget her own resentment. Part of her looked upon Fran as an exciting friend, a woman whose open warmth and humor let her escape her aristocratic shell and laugh and relax. The other part of Lisa's mind, the part that nurtured the hurt suspicions of a worried wife, hated Fran and pictured her as a reckless whore who was determined to steal Seth forever.
Yesterday she had caught him staring at Fran again and had purposely avoided her hurt feelings by running off to look at the kitchen. As usual he hadn't noticed her awareness of the attraction between them. But he must have seen that she knew last night because she had made it perfectly obvious to him by her worried manner. The way he and that redheaded slut were admiring each other had left her no choice but to almost go mad with pretended politeness and a nervous stream of shaky small talk.
Lisa wiped the horrid evening from her mind. She would drive herself crazy if she continued with her suspicion and resentment. But even after she managed to suppress her worried mind her body was still there, aching complainingly deep down in her unfulfilled vagina. She moved her hand down to her naked cunt and gently played with her soft cushiony labia and her tiny stiffening clitoris. Mmmmm, it would be so nice to be eaten now. Her mind savored remembered sequences of Tom
Herrick's oral stories. She had always pretended not to listen to the crude little man, but now the picture of him flicking out his big wet tongue to illustrate a point tortured her orally obsessed mind and made her fingers rub a little faster on her moistening slit.
The ever-recurring image of the first time she had ever been eaten took over her imagine and once again Seth's mouth was devouring her electrified snatch. God, she loved him. The two men she had known before him were like mechanical wind-up lovers compared to Seth. His sweet penis had been so big and hot and hard, and the way he'd moved it inside her was sheer heaven. But then the coup de grace had come when his tongue showed her the erotic ecstasy of cunnilingus later that same night.
Lisa's finger was moving in and out now as she fucked herself slowly and squeezed her milky-white thighs together and apart with a grinding massaging motion. Oh, she wanted to cum, she wanted to be loved nice and slow and sexy. Her imagination was saturated with Seth's long hard cock and she reached her free hand out to him to wake him up.
Her palm touched only the empty sheets and she opened her eyes and saw that he wasn't in bed. Worriedly, she sat upright and wondered why their bed was half empty. Where had he gone? Suddenly, she was struck with the fear of one horrible possibility. Fran! That bitch! Oh, God, no. Had Seth slipped out of bed in the middle of the night after being so cold toward her? Had he waited till she'd fallen asleep and then gone off to meet Fran somewhere? Were they out in the forest right now, sleeping naked on the pine needles?
She bolted out of bed and donned a flimsy peignoir. Was he still in the house? Was she imagining things unnecessarily? Perhaps he was up already and had innocently gone down to the kitchen to fix himself breakfast. Maybe he was in the sun room.
She walked out the bedroom door and surveyed the sun room, but there was no sign of him. Hurriedly, she went downstairs and explored the bottom floor. Silence. The huge front room was empty and so was the kitchen. She had the feeling that everyone was gone but shook it off. Of course, she thought, they were all still sleeping, that was all. But where was Seth? She left the kitchen, walked back across the front room to the stairs, and climbed slowly back up the spiraling planks with her head sunk in thought.
Where was he? Why had he been acting so strangely towards her, as if he had reached a point where it was impossible for him to communicate sexually. She knew he still loved her, she could sense that theirs was the kind of love that could weather almost anything. But still, despite the depth of their feelings, they were drifting rapidly apart. He had become distant and no matter how hard she tried to trust him, there was always a suspicion in her mind about another woman, a tall auburn-haired beautiful woman.
Maybe I'm a fool, she thought. Maybe Seth should be able to make love to whomever he wants. If I were a man I'd probably want to do it with Fran myself. But Lisa was a woman and the imagined danger of losing her husband silenced her rational stream of thought. Fear replaced all other considerations and she felt terribly lonely, convinced that Seth had lost interest in her forever and that his attraction to Fran was dead wrong in the eyes of any decent human being.
She reached the little bedroom, paused in the doorway, and stared solemnly about. Though the sun was already high, the room was only half bathed in its rays. Half of the promenade balcony beyond the sliding picture windows was angled into the sloping hill and its hulking quiet shade covered the area where Lisa stood with her melancholy thoughts. She had picked this corner room on the highest floor because of its seclusion. How ironic. The way Seth had frozen up on her last night they might just as well have slept in public. Lisa was always more eager for sweet fun in a strange new bed, but Seth had acted as if he had just come home from a long day at the office and was bone tired.
She cursed the memory, walked to the bed and sat down. She didn't know what to do and her body kept interrupting her confused thoughts with lewd pangs of hunger. All right, she had to admit it, she was dying for some excitement with a man, aching to be screwed and eaten by a hungry lover. But what else could she possibly feel? It had been so long since Seth had satisfied her, so many empty days and nights of not being screwed long enough to cum, or at least not long enough to really cum. And, God, never, never being licked and kissed and sucked the way her sweet little pussy deserved. It was too frustrating to think of. Would she have to seek relief with a baby bull like Tom Herrick? Oh, yes, he was tempting in a vulgar sort of way, but she had never really considered cheating on Seth before. She wondered why she was considering it now and her aching body reminded her that its hunger was growing desperate.
She lay her head back on the pillow and stared at her quaint surroundings, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. It was then that she saw it. A note on the nightstand. How foolish of her. In her earlier panic she hadn't even noticed it and she'd spent all of this time being hysterical about Seth's absence. She reached over and picked up the white slip of paper, then held it up above her head and read the familiar handwriting:
"Honey, you looked so tired that I hated to wake you. Went for a hike in the forest with Fran, Bill, Polly, and Tom. Be back for lunch. I love you, Seth."
She crunched up the letter, fuming. Why had Fran's name been the first one he had written in the order of their friends?
Torn said, "Wait," then stopped and sat down on a boulder by a small creek. His wife and their three companions also stopped and they all sat down on the smooth boulders, waiting to hear his reason for halting. He looked up at Polly and said in a weary tone, "Honey, my hangover insists that I turn back immediately."
Polly looked at him and hesitated, not knowing what to say. Surely Fran and Seth couldn't know that Bill's brisk pace was all a part of their plan to tire out Tom. She and Bill had both known Tom would have to turn back after they each heard Fran and Seth earlier, kidding with Tom and describing how stinko drunk he was the night before. This morning, under the strain of Bill's insistent leading pace, her husband had looked more and more like a red-eyed wounded soldier as they had progressed deeper and deeper into the forest. Now she stared at him and asked in a sympathetic tone, "Do you want me to go back with you, honey? Or do you think you're well enough to manage alone?
Tom assured her in a lazy weaving voice, "Now, honey, I want you to have a good time. Now, you just stay here with our friends. I'll be okay." He stood up and she slid off her own large rock and gave him a kiss. He waved a limp good-bye and they all watched Tom disappear among the trees and head back towards the lodge.
Polly sat back down next to the others and a tense uncomfortable silence filled the air. Bill and Fran sat together on a boulder and held hands, trying just as hard as Seth and Polly to think of some bit of inconsequential small talk with which to break the awkward silence.
Bill felt Polly's eyes on him, his mind racing with tantalizing images of what had taken place between them less than twenty-four hours before. Here it was, the morning after, and he was just as hot for her creamy little body as he'd been before they had even fucked. Oh, man, the way she'd sucked his cock last night, her soft little pussy, it was almost impossible not to look at her. He concentrated in his battle to stay cool and cloak his desire, but Fran's hand was sweating and he was sure it was because of the way he and Polly were acting. He had succeeded in wearing out Tom by turning a hike into a race. But how was he ever going to get rid of Fran? And what about Seth? Not that he minded if Wakefield knew about him and Polly. He liked Seth and wouldn't have even minded if his associate wanted to join in on the fun and make a threesome with him and Polly.
But Seth wasn't the problem. The insurmountable obstacle was, naturally, his wife. He could just imagine her joining a threesome. Shit. Ha! Maybe in a blue moon. Sometimes he could almost give her a whack when she put on her act. She always knew when he wanted something that made him feel guilty, whether it was a third helping of spareribs or another woman. And she always acted as if it were perfectly all right with her, but so much so that he was sure he'd be repaid for any shady deeds he committed.
He knew Polly was feeling the same way and he wondered if she could come up with some ruse to get rid of Fran and Seth. They had to be alone somewhere, they just had to be. He could feel his ponderous cock growing slowly, held back from springing into an erection only by the awkwardness of the situation. He prayed that Polly would think of something. He knew he couldn't. He was so nervous that he couldn't tell anymore whether it was his hand or Fran's that was sweating.
Fran maintained a delicate balance as she studied the situation, suppressing her attraction to Seth while eyeing the strange unspoken communication between her husband and Polly. She knew there was something between them, even though she couldn't prove it. Well, if that's what Bill wanted it was fine with her. Un-like most married woman, Fran didn't fear losing the man she loved because of his sexual attraction to someone else. She had an instinctive insight into the workings of the masculine mind and she knew that men didn't cheat on their wives because they were in love with the woman they happened to be secretly involved with. They did it simply because they loved to fuck. And Bill was more virile than most men, so it was only natural that he was easily tempted. Polly was a delectable little thing, she had to admit. She wondered what it would feel like to have that little blonde eating her twat.
No one could eat a woman like another woman. She knew that from the night she had once permitted herself to enjoy with her roommate back in secretarial school. They had licked and sucked each other through most of the night, but Fran had awakened the next day feeling disgusted and guilty about a new sexual encounter for the first time in her life. She never let herself do anything like that again and a month later she graduated from the school and moved to a bachelorette apartment near Hollis. Her temporary fears of possibly being a lesbian were totally wiped out one night less than a week later when she saw Bill's massive pecker for the first time. But now the old magic of that night with another female came back to momentarily haunt her as she stared at the blue-jeaned crotch between Polly's full thighs.
Fran took her eyes from Polly and mused about all the wild things, all the perverted experiences she had participated in before her marriage. With all of the anal love, the midnight blow jobs in old cars, even a night with another woman, it seemed a miracle to her that she hadn't cheated on Bill yet. She was certainly hotblooded enough, but she guessed she just loved the big slob. Besides, he was certainly well endowed in the phallic department, even if he was a little too rough.
Fran flashed a quick look at Bill and saw that he and Polly were glancing at each other. She caught herself hoping they would go off alone somehow, and realized how strange it was to be wishing her husband off on another woman. She stopped kidding herself. What was the use? She couldn't suppress it anymore, she couldn't pretend that the only reason she hadn't cheated on Bill was because she loved him. She knew damn well that she would have devoured Seth's cock years ago if they had ever had the chance to be alone.
Ever since she'd met the curly-haired executive years before, she had spent unaccountable sessions with her vibrator, making love to him in her imagination. He was so much quieter and smoother than Bill, so reserved and yet such a friendly man at the same time. She had to admire his taste too. He had picked one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen for a wife. That was one more ingredient in her almost addictive desire towards Seth. She was flattered that he was interested in her at all, since he had such an exquisite wife. What was Lisa doing or not doing that was causing him to look elsewhere? Whatever it was, she would do it right for him. Mmmmmm, yes. She would suck him and fuck him and feel his hard prick pumping up her juicy ass, feel his hot cum showering her bowels all hot and nice inside.
Fran caught herself fantasizing and tried to stop, tried to regain her emotional balance. She knew she was only driving herself crazy and she knew, now that it had come down to it, that she didn't have the guts to take a chance and say whatever was necessary to trick Bill and Polly into letting her and Seth be alone. Despite her open and confident personality, she remained silent as always, afraid that any method she could come up with would be much too obvious and embarrassing.
Her whole body was aching now, not willing to accept the distinct possibility that this was just going to be another time that her and Seth almost made it. She wanted him so badly that she could taste it. How long would they have to wait for their chance? Once again, she marveled that two people who wanted each other so much had not had one chance in all these years. She had to feel his hot loving penis really inside her at least once before she died, had to know what it was like to have Seth Wakefield cum in her mouth or her cunt or between her soft rounded buttocks. She felt a gaping void that Bill just couldn't fill no matter how big his cock was.
Seth was someone who shared an undeniably strong erotic chemistry with her. It was probably natural to share that kind of intense interest and sexual attraction with more than one man during her lifetime. Was she to deny herself one of the few irresistible men that nature had ordained for her to meet, simply because of a legal document she had signed with another man?
Fran sat on the boulder, absently holding her husband's hand and burning up with desire. Her womanly buttocks imperceptibly clenched together and relaxed under her pink skirt. She had to concentrate to keep her habit of anal masturbation from surfacing into a public display. The smooth granite felt so good against her almost naked ass. Ah, to feel a hard juicy prick sliding up and down between her cheeks again, to spread her smooth mounds apart and hold them in the naughtiest pose until she felt a hot stiff rod pumping up her tight squeezing ass with dreamy inches of cock. Oh, Seth, baby.
Seth tore his eyes from Fran and nervously stared into the rushing water of the little creek. He felt so damn awkward, the way she'd been staring at him. He was as hot to make a move as a little boy who had to go to the bathroom. Only it wasn't a toilet he wanted, it was Fran's ripe ass, and he hoped that if he stared at the water long enough his imagination would calm down. The way his brain was buzzing now just wouldn't do at all. How could he sit there, with Bill Simmons only a few feet away from him, and stare at Fran like a wide-eyed hungry dog?
He had to keep staring at the water, had to get control of himself. Polly and Bill, Fran, himself, all married people, all veterans of at least ten years of marital hypocrisy, and all struck with a burning desire to couple with someone else's mate and spend a naked morning alone in the forest. He sensed that the painful silence everyone was captured in had a fateful stillness about it, and realized that through Mark Hollis' generosity and the forces of chance they were all finally faced with the opportunity to make extramarital love, to do it au naturel, to have what they had always wanted as long as they could pay the price. And it seemed the price was cheap; just start up a conversation, wander off somewhere, do something. But Seth knew that he himself couldn't make the first move.
He closed his eyes and cursed himself, feeling as if his smooth subtle manner were reduced to only a useless facade now that he lacked the calm control to use it where it was most needed. He wished for the tenth time that someone would break the silence, and he opened his eyes, staring almost hopelessly at Fran. God, did he want her soft creamy ass! He just knew she would let him do it to her.
Seth glanced at Bill and saw that he was taking no notice of the desire between himself and Fran. Simmons was too wrapped up in his own needs. He and Polly were now unconscious of the rest of the world, shooting bold glances at each other as if they already knew that their hidden fantasies wouldn't be half as good as the real thing. They were acting as if they had to fuck soon or stop breathing. Both he and Fran were almost to the same point and he knew that their attraction would be obvious if Bill and Polly weren't so completely absorbed in each other. Jesus, it was all too much, just too much.
Suddenly, Polly stood up. There was a mischievous glint in her eye and she cleared her throat a little nervously, then spoke in a concerned tone, "I'm worried about Tom. I mean, he didn't look well at all. I think I'd better catch up with him and walk him back."
Fran responded quickly, "Maybe you could just airlift him a fifth of whiskey." She watched Polly blush under her bold remark. Fran would never use her own husband as an excuse, it wasn't the way one played the game. Then, with a flash of realization, she damned herself for her own hypocrisy. She wanted to cheat on Bill just as bad as Polly wanted to cheat on Tom. She'd been unfair and stupid and she tried to think of something to say to Polly.
She didn't have to, because in the next instant Bill was on his feet, blurting out a little too gallantly, "Uh, P-Polly, I don't think you should go alone. Tom's been gone awhile now. He could be a half mile from here already. I'll take you back." He took a few steps toward Polly and stopped dead in his tracks, as if caught in an afterthought. Then he turned toward his wife and guiltily questioned, "Okay, Fran?"
Fran wasn't about to fall out of character now that they had provided such a perfect opportunity for her to discomfort them a little. She stared at her husband and replied in a calm voice, "Sure, honey." Then she looked at Polly and said in a confidential tone, "He'll take you back, dear. But be careful. There are lots of bears in the forest."
Polly blushed again at Fran's direct humor, then, sheepishly, she trudged off close behind Bill and the two of them vanished through the trees.
Seth couldn't believe it. At last they were alone and his eyes met Fran's with a refreshing relief. She was staring at him coyly, and he could see that she was looking for an opening. It was the same old game of breaking the ice, only it would be a lot easier with just the two of them playing.
What a woman she was, so sensuous and amply curved. He watched her eyes boring into his with an increasing passion. He wanted her so desperately that he didn't know where to start. But now it seemed that he didn't have to know, for she was getting up and coming to stand in front of him. His heart beat like a trip hammer. The sweet moment of contact was almost here and he stared up at her as she looked down hungrily into his face. He knew that only inches from his lips, underneath her blouse and bra, her nipples were just as stiff and warm as his cock was getting.
Fran's warm open face was flushed with anticipation. Her eyes blazed down into his and she sighed in a low yearning plea, "Seth, I-I can't pretend anymore. I want you to fuck me. I need it. Please!"
His cock shot up the rest of the way into a quivering rod and he pulled her to him gently and buried his face in her heaving bosom. Oh, Fran, baby. She was actually begging him to fuck her while he was dying to do just that. Mmmmm, God, her tits were so firm, so nice. How stupid they'd been all these years. She felt so incredibly good to him. No more games, not ever, not for him.
His hands went around behind her and he jerked her panties down, then touched the creamy smooth skin on her ass and began massaging and cradling her excruciatingly lush buttocks. God, how firm and round and sweet they were. Her ass was like the living dream come true of all his anal fantasies. He pushed his smiling face harder into the soft warmth of her large bosom and fondled her naked behind with insane delight. Until now, it had always been the first ass he'd ever fucked, his sweet cousin's, that represented luscious anal beauty in his memories. But Fran's ass was intoxicating in its beautifully mature generous perfection. He knew this lascivious derriere, that gave his palms electric shocks of pleasure, would make all of his previous affairs with sodomy seem like nothing even worth remembering. For a brief moment Lisa's ass flashed in his excited thoughts. He knew deep down that Lisa's bottom was as lovely as Fran's, but for the first time in twelve years he didn't feel cheated about her divine fanny or ache over what he was missing. Fran was ready to give him everything and his palms were sweating as they squeezed her delicious cheeks.
Her ass moved sensuously under his touch as she undid her blouse and bra. She leaned back away from his face, flexing her buttocks naughtily in his hands, and shed her brassiere and top. He stared at her naked buxom mounds for a worshipful moment, then tasted the creamy softness of her breasts under his wildly licking hot tongue.
She moaned throatily as he sucked her gigantic hardened nipples and sculpted the aroused flesh of her nude buttocks under the back of her skirt.
Her voice began an earthy chant, "Aaahhh, suck it, suck it, Seth, suck my tits, feel my ass, goooood gooood, aaaahhhh, your hands are so hot, ooohhhh!"
He drew one hand from her voluptuous ass and dropped his zipper. His prick was straining to be freed, striving to break through the barriers of clothing just as it had broken through all of his own social conditioning and latent shyness with its crazed need for Fran's tender juicy ass-hole. Her nipple throbbed and swelled in his sucking mouth as he pulled his pants and shorts down past his knees and his stiff, ready cock sprang loose and slapped against her leg.
The feel of his hard spasming penis burning against her naked skin made Fran gasp for breath and cry out imploringly, "Ooohhhh, Seth, soooo sweet, baby, mmmmmm, lover do it, do it!! "
He looked up into her beautiful face and his voice wavered and choked with passion. "Turn around, honey. I want to see your ass. I want to watch it move, baby."
Fran's eyes grew wild and excited with the wonderful revelation that it was her ass that he was most interested in. She realized that he was truly the Seth of her dreams, the same man who wanted to sodomize her constantly in all of her vivid fantasies.
She turned around and lifted up her skirt to show him her naked behind, arching it back at him, squeezing her cheeks together and apart voluptuously, taking full advantage of her beautifully endowed buttocks to tantalize him with obscene delight. She wiggled and weaved and pumped her rear back and forth, higher and lower, in a tempting circular movement. She was thrilled to have him drooling over her smooth white fanny. It was sheer ecstasy to have a man go crazy over her ass after all the years of never having it fully appreciated and lovingly fucked. Aaahhh, yes, to be fucked like crazy up the ass, to be treated right at last.
Seth stared at the peaches and cream pillowy beauty of her buttocks. She was showing him with her every subtle movement just how much she'd love to have him pumping his long hard prick inside her tight anus, and he felt as if he'd been waiting for this moment all of his life. At last he knew what a divine bottom the sodomy-obsessed redhead had been sitting on all these years. He watched it moving, savoring each curve, each sweet inch of its porcelain flesh. The dark crevasse was so long and deep, the cheeks so high and shapely, bountiful and hungry for his stiff hot cock to come and slide up and down between their soft satiny mounds.
He slid down the smooth boulder until he was sitting on the cool grass, stroking his swollen penis yearningly. Now that he had lowered himself down, her ruddy cheeks moved obscenely right in front of his face. He rubbed his cock luxuriously, like a pasha enjoying the divine milky behind of a naked dancing girl.
Her cheeks squeezed so sweetly, as if they already had an eager prick between them and were lovingly massaging it with smooth baby-soft flesh. His eyes focused on them hungrily as they flexed and relaxed slowly, temptingly, only inches away. All of his dreams as he had lain night after night next to Lisa and dreamt of sliding it between Fran's buttocks, even the brief cushiony ass-grinding Fran had given him a few months ago at the party, was not one tenth as exciting as the sight of her round snow-white cheeks tantalizing him now with their erotic movements. His eyes burned into her damp moist crevasse as she parted her shapely buttocks to show him her hungrily contracting, pinkish-brown ass-hole. His cock throbbed in his hand as he gazed ecstatically at her tight sweet anal opening. His mind raced at how juicy it would taste, how long it had been since he'd moistened a woman's ass-hole under the lewd pressure of his hot wet tongue.
Fran moved the tips of her index fingers toward her puckered anal love mouth, and spread it open as much as she could. She held her delicious ass-hole temptingly open, swinging and bouncing her ass about dreamily in a slow fluid arc.
She moaned shakily, "Do you love it, baby? Tell me you love it, Seth, show me you love it!"
He let go of his cock and reached out to take her hands away from her ass. Then he parted her lovely cheeks with his own trembling hands and spread her corn-hole taut and wide with his thumbs. God, what an ass! He moved his head forward and licked with his tongue in a small circle against the hot skin around her tight ass-hole. His tongue spiraled slowly toward her moist opening and then reached it and licked madly, jabbing with just its tip in and out of her smooth tight anus.
She pressed her ass back against his face and gasped delightedly, "Ohhh eat it, mmmmmm, do it, DO IT!"
He slid his tongue in and out of her drenched puffy anus. In only seconds his French kiss had coated her ass-hole with bubbling saliva. All the juicy spices of her spasmodically contracting ass-hole mixed with his own lubricating oral fluid and greeted his tasting, jabbing tongue. He licked furiously, his mind in a chaotic ecstasy, his whole being totally immersed in what had been forbidden food for so long. Oh, her ass was tasting so sweet. Sooooo nice to lick her ass-hole and hear her breathing and moaning dreamily as she pushed her ass back, rubbing the whole front of his face with her parted creamy buttocks.
He took his left hand off one sweet cheek and she instinctively reached back to grasp her full mound with her own palm, holding it in place so he could eat her anus properly. The twitching middle finger of his freed hand played with her swollen vaginal lips and then pushed inside, as her pussy opened moistly to admit the teasing digit.
She screwed down with her cunt on his pumping finger and her frontal hole sucked eagerly on it as she pushed her ass back achingly to get more of his tongue. His finger drew out of her twat to rub her stiffened clitoris for a few seconds, then plunged back into her smooth pussy up to the hilt. His lips framed the area around her ass-hole and he sucked with an undulating rhythm as his tongue licked rapidly, swabbing her anus.
Fran screamed with a lustful abandon, "Oohhhh baby, baaaby, baaaaaby, EAT IT, LICK IT UP, SETH, SETH, OHHH!"
She bent over, careful to keep her hungrily twitching ass-hole against his wet tongue and her wildly squeezing cunt clamped down tight on his buried finger. Then she reached her hands down to massage his long hard prick and fondle his cum-laden balls. She stroked him smoothly and stared greedily at his throbbing erection, her senses lost in a deep erotic ocean of intense pleasure.
Seth sucked her sweet anus and pumped his bloated cock up and down in her jerking hand. He knew he couldn't wait any longer. He stopped sucking and sloshed his tongue up and down the length of her long deep gorge, drooling in anticipation. He was finally going to fuck sweet Fran in the ass and he lubricated her tight rectum with his saturated tongue. In another moment he drew his mouth from her tight damp ass-hole, struggled for his breath, and said, "Let me up."
Fran stood up straight and moved forward to let him stand up. She turned around as he rose and they met in a frontal embrace, holding each other tightly and kissing with their tongues. Her mouth sucked at the rectal taste on his tongue and she writhed against him in all of her full-bodied beauty, her soft breasts pushing with erect nipples against his chest, her raspberry-blonde cunt bush grinding against his meaty cock. He kissed her passionately and squeezed her firm round buttocks in his hands. Mmmmmm, the feel of her ass moving under his palms, the way her cunt pushed against his prick, it was too good to be true. She was all woman and right now she was all his, including her luscious fanny. His boiling member throbbed at the thought of her hot tight ass-hole. He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and released her from his embrace with a smile on his lips. He went around behind her and ordered, "Bend over, honey."
Hurriedly, she leaned her palms down flat on the sloping boulder and arched her ass back up at him. She weaved it about naughtily in front of his maddened prick. He watched her naked ass move voluptuously below it and rubbed his flushed rock-hard penis slowly, savoring the sensuous sight of her soft smooth behind. The whole deep area between her cheeks was moist and glistening, dark and inviting. Fran pushed her jutting ass as far back as possible and sighed, "Aaaaaahhhhh Seth, it's yours, honey, my big creamy ass, all yours. Gimme that sweet cock, mmmm, shove it in!"
He pushed forward, placing his cock upright between her cheeks, and pumped its big purplish head toward the small of her back. She felt like a silken dream as he slid his prick madly up and down in the deep sweet crevasse of her ass, and her translucently smooth buttocks undulated and squeezed deliciously all along his hot penis. It was so good, so soft and smooth and sweet. He fitted two fingers up into her soaking pussy and pumped his rod ecstatically between her massaging hillocks. Aaaahhhh, no, no, not yet! With a supreme effort he pulled his bursting staff back out of her sumptuous crack and just managed to avoid cumming right then and there. His breath came heavily and his heart was beating double-time as he watched her reach back and spread her cheeks wide apart to reveal to him once more her glistening ass-hole.
Fran moaned hungrily, "Do it, honey. God, I'm going crazy. Fuck my ass, honev, put it in, put it in!"
His hand guided his cock to the damp mouth of her rectum and she widened her puckered hole with her pulling middle fingers. He stared down at the beautiful sight of his big prick tingling against her anal blossom. His desire for her ass-hole was the only reality in his whole universe, and his aroused senses exploded with pleasure as he pushed firmly and felt the little sphincter of muscle slowly stretching open around the large burrowing head of his hungry tool. She was nice and tight, but still loose enough to accept the pulsating head of his cock gracefully. Within only a few sweet moments, it popped inside and they both shuddered convulsively.
She moaned with delight, "Seth, lover, mmmmmm, sooo gentle, soo goood, more honey, more!"
His body shook with pleasure at the crazed tone of her voice and his hot prick bore deeper into her aroused ass-hole. Scores of tiny muscles kneaded and rubbed his long penis wonderfully as it plunged towards her bowels, wrapped in a tingling sheath of smooth sweet inner skin. She grunted in low throaty animal moans as he pumped his cock wildly up her ass and thrilled to the moist rubbery delights of her squeezing rectal channel.
Fran's boiling pussy instinctively sucked on his two fingers as they massaged the underside of his prick through the passionately inflamed thin membrane of flesh that separated their rhythmic rubbing from its pumping bulk. His penis moved rapidly, lost in a barrage of sensations. He was in her to the hilt, pumping furiously, and she moved her soft ass back and forth, swallowing his wildly driving staff with a slow hypnotic rhythm. Sweat poured from her smooth white buttocks and dripped down his lean taut thighs.
She sucked his pumping cock up into her ass and screamed with erotic urgency, "Fuck it, baby, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!"
Seth watched her ass moving voluptuously and drove his prick into her like a crazed animal. She was sooooo good, so tight and hot and smooth. Aaahhh, he was going to-he was going to--
He cried out, "Now! NOW!" A dizzying explosion roared up out of his testes and burst like a geyser out of his insanely driving cock.
Fran screamed, "SETH! GOD! OOOHHH! OOOOHHHHHH!" Her cum erupted from the entire lower half of her body, her pussy seething and bubbling with juices, and her sweet ass spewing hot exotic secretions all over his deeply jammed penis.
He held her against him until the last of his cum was deposited in her ass. Then, when the last hot burst had bathed her bowels, he felt himself shrinking inside her and pulled out of her rear with a gurgling satisfying sound. But even after his magnificent orgasm, Seth's heart just wouldn't slow down. She was the most exciting thing that had happened in years and he had to have more of her, had to devour her body as if he were a pauper and she were made of gold. He lay Fran down on her back in the cool grass, and within an instant he was eating out her juicy pink snatch with a wild abandon.
She moaned, "Seth, mmmmmm, lover, lover, soo gooood."
He felt wonderful, laughing to himself as he licked and sucked Fran's tasty cunt. Here was what Lisa loved the most and he was giving it all to Fran. He was so grateful to have finally found a woman who loved getting fucked in the ass. In his sweet rapture, he didn't even imagine that Lisa might find some man who loved eating her pussy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tom crouched and did a double take. There she was, Mrs. Fancy-Ass Wakefield. He blessed the luck that had made him get lost and end up approaching the back of the lodge from up on the hill. He had stopped in his tracks as soon as he passed her bedroom balcony. No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be Lisa Wakefield herself, the mysterious beauty who never showed her feelings, actually playing with her pussy behind the picture window. But it sure was; and now he climbed quietly over the railing and onto the balcony.
He shook his head once more in disbelief. All these years he'd wondered whether she was made of flesh and blood or was just a dream, an impossibly lovely vision that Seth had brought over for dinner. But now there could never be any more doubt that she was real and very much a woman, a woman who wanted a man and was making her need very clear with every movement of her luscious body.
Mmmmmm, that Lisa was really something, laying there naked on the bed, all white and curvy. He watched her lithe womanly thighs moving apart and back together as they squeezed around the dainty middle finger she was hungrily fucking herself with. Her skin was so smooth, so pure and alive, her incredibly feminine, divinely shaped figure was like something only a true goddess could possess. It was as subtly perfect as the form of a Chinese princess, yet as full and rich as the earthly flesh of a pretty farm girl. She was everything in one to him. He had never seen such classic beauty and he mused that if she were really some goddess of carnal love, she had just found herself one more than willing disciple.
He watched her moist black-haired pussy shine and sparkle up at him as she masturbated in a dazed fury. The sight of her undulating cunt was more intoxicating than any liquor he had ever tasted and, needless to say, his hangover had been replaced with a wildly active imagination and a voyeuristic heat growing in his balls.
He had stared at her clinging high-fashion dresses for years, trying to imagine what her graceful body looked like underneath all that expensive clothing. Now she was open to view, and his eyes rode over every long tempting curve and silken inch of skin, drinking up her naked flesh with an enchanted erotic gaze. Lisa had always been like a tauntingly sexy aristocrat in his erotic image of her. Perhaps he wouldn't have been so turned on by her if it weren't for the fact that his own wife had about as much class as a barmaid. Polly owned his heart, but whatever illusions she possessed to the contrary, he had never given her his cock to have and to have and to hold till death, etc. No, sir. He had just one life to live and as far as he was concerned there was nothing sweeter than a woman's soft body. He didn't intend to limit himself to Polly and not ever try some of that sweet ass that walked around the office.
He had occasionally indulged in a dinner of prime fillet of secretary, and it was always worth his discreet planning. He'd run across a secretary once or twice a year that made him get hot in a hurry. If the conditions were right, he'd move in for the kill and enjoy each girl's gradual surrender. Tom was a simple man. He never questioned his motivations, or his honesty, or any of that crap when he wanted to screw a woman. He'd just go after what he wanted and, more often than not, accomplish his seduction.
It was after the taste of a new and exciting snatch that he would feel guilty and drink himself into oblivion. He knew he wouldn't have cheated so much on Polly if it weren't for his constant excitement over Lisa, that unattainable woman. Every time he saw her he was hot and excitable for days afterward. Now that she was actually naked and masturbating in front of him he was hornier than ever.
He dropped his zipper and he pulled out his thick and stiffening cock. He watched her moving voluptuously, with her eyes closed tightly in the heated recreation of her fantasies and he felt as if he could already taste her eager cunt. He stroked his cock slowly while his tongue flicked out of his mouth in an impulsive pantomime of the cunnilingus he wanted to perform on her beautiful twat. His wide hot penis had hardened into a full erection and Lisa's unaware display of her own privately intense lust made his loins pump back and forth as he moved his prick in his massaging hand. His mind delighted at the prospect of noiselessly sliding open the door and surprising her juicy pussy with his obscene kiss.
Lisa writhed on top of the covers, her exquisite vagina flexing and sucking on her small white finger as it darted in and out between her glistening cuntal lips and rubbed with a swift teasing rhythm against her completely stiffened moist pink clitty. Her smooth pussy clung desperately to her finger as it entered deeply then drew out again to torture her clitoris. Her throbbing little love bud tingled under her finger longingly, as if her own rubbing was the last hope she had to ever feel herself cumming again.
This whole morning had rapidly become a nightmare of frustrated desire. Her suspicions of Seth had filled her with resentment. She had always been the loveliest girl in her circle; the queen of the debutante ball. She was used to attentive treatment ever since she'd been old enough to walk, and now her husband had gradually grown disenchanted with her as a woman and had started treating her in a totally unfamiliar way. She had known only the self-assurance of always being the center of attraction, and his worsening degree of sexual distance filled her with fears she had never experienced before. Years of facing the problems of life together with Seth had taught her a great degree of humility and she no longer played the childish game of thinking hers smelled better than anyone else's. But his increasing loss of interest in her lonely, unfulfilled body had left her struggling with the possibility of perhaps not being the center of her husband's life anymore.
Was she going to spend her remaining years never feeling a sweet tongue licking her cunt because the man she loved had turned cold? She had realized today that the prospect of never being eaten again was more than she could bear. Her whole life as a woman would be minus its most tantalizing pleasure. It was so nice to be sucked and kissed and licked as if her pussy were the most delicious thing on earth. There was nothing more intimate and personal than feeling a tongue flood her whole being with ecstasy, and she wondered how much longer she could resist some rash affair with another man. Seth was the only man who had ever given her cunnilingus. It was their private treat and now that his tongue had grown limp and his eyes wandered elsewhere, there seemed no choice but to find another man or burn into ashes from her uncontrollably blazing desire for oral love. She had been masturbating for over an hour now, trying to assuage her need with her own finger.
Her mind was lost in a wonderful memory as she played with herself yearningly. Once again it was that enchanted night so long ago aboard her father's sloop and Seth was eating her for the first time. Her finger rubbed harder and harder as her imagination struggled to recreate the feel of his tongue and his open sucking mouth inflaming her tender cunt. She strained to hear the lewdly slurping sounds; of his slithering tongue and she played with herself like a madwoman, as if she were a latent nymphomaniac lost in an unbearably crazed world of intensely urgent fantasies. Her finger moved wildly but she still couldn't feel herself cumming.
The pressure of her overwhelming frustration was weakening the comforting and luxurious memory of her first hot tonguing, and slowly her achingly erotic dream began dissolving into a misty vapor. Her finger worked savagely between her smooth white thighs as she tried to hold only the delicious memory, tried to make it real enough to draw the hot sweet cum juices from her maddeningly unfulfilled pussy. Despite her intense effort, Seth's moist tongue faded back into the distant shadows of her mind and she was left with nothing but the pure insanity of her desperate need to be licked and sucked.
She rubbed her throbbing pink clitoris with crazed abandon and her hot tiny love bud sent shivering screams of desire echoing throughout her dazed senses. Her body moved in a symphony of milky-white undulations, her flesh gleaming in the aura of its flushed erotic fire. Every incredibly sensitive, nerve in the silken haven of her vagina was burning against her probing teasing finger and the sweet inner flesh beyond her moist swollen labia was alive with rippling movement, voluptuously squeezing under the wild spell of her yearning masturbation.
She writhed in the throes of her endless torture and her naked hungry pussy begged to be eaten with every twitching, rising, falling motion. Oh, God, she wouldn't cum, she just couldn't cum. She needed release, needed a flood of oral joy as she had never needed it before. Her mind was seething with depraved images and for a moment she wished there was a hunting dog at the lodge. She would teach the loving creature how to show his affection with his long lapping tongue. She would swoon for hours lost in the wonderful pleasure of having her soft pussy sensuously licked with animal devotion.
God, was she going crazy? What could she do to stop the ceaseless demands of her tongue-starved cunt? She wanted to get eaten so desperately at that moment, that she knew she was helpless in the face of her too-long suppressed, uncontrollably raging need. Her finger was only making it worse, but she knew she couldn't stop her masturbation any more than she could have stopped the erotically inflamed fancies of her mind. There could be only one way out of the frustrated maze of oral desire in which she was now trapped. Only one light could pierce the darkness of her vaginal tunnel and she knew it had to be the bright pink tip of a man's screwing, flicking, slithering tongue. She needed a hot wet tongue, the ecstasy of a tongue, the bliss of an open sucking mouth clamped against her juicy little twat. God, when would she finally get herself eaten, get herself devoured as intensely as she desired, as completely as was needed to find any relief from this madness? God, God, a tongue, a tongue! She moaned impulsively, "Eat me, eat me!"
Suddenly she heard a noise, sensed something or someone there in the room with her, coming closer to her, and she opened her eyes, completely startled to see Tom Herrick dipping his smiling face down between her widely spread, naked thighs.
She screamed, "No! N-no! Stop! Stop it! Tom, what are you do-aaahhh, what are yoummmmm, aaaahhhh, Tom, Tom, Tom!"
His licking, sucking attack destroyed her defenses before she had even a chance to resist, though now her distorted morality and well-kept facade of calm distance were of no importance any longer, were no more than an absurd game compared to the overwhelming excitement of Tom's eager tongue. God, how long had he been watching her? How much of her hidden desires had he witnessed while she had lain there, fingering herself insanely and praying for the very miracle that was finally happening to her right now. It didn't matter; all that mattered was that he had obviously enjoyed watching her, that he now shared all of her secrets, shared her furious desire for oral lovemaking.
Her throbbing pelvis whipped crazily up and down against his open sucking mouth and she swooned with pleasure as his wonderfully responsive tongue screwed deeper and deeper into her frantically squeezing pussy and his hot damp breath tortured her soft, pinkish, hair-lined cuntal lips with tantalizing, electrifying sensations and formed a misty sensual fog in the moist black jungle of her soft pubic hairs. The warm pressure of his open lips formed an oval suction cup against her burning crotch, framing her lustfully contracting pussy, and he sucked so hard that she thought she'd turn inside out at any moment. She moaned deliriously, lost in the excruciating pleasure of his savage mouth and his wet swabbing tongue.
Her thighs moved together and apart spasmodically and she felt herself entering a new world of total and divine joy. She grew wilder with each new moment of increasing passion. She pressed against the back of his head, pushing her delicious snatch against his crazed mouth, sucking on his madly working tongue with the raw inner walls of her cunt, and clutching at the soft white sheets with her free hand until her knuckles were white. She arched her back up and her fingers played provocatively with his hair as she held his head firmly against her sizzling crotch.
The last vestige of her inhibitions dissolved and she was a new woman, a wild, beautiful creature free at last from the twisted games of her past. She was floating on a cloud of ecstasy, her whole body alive with unabashed intoxicated movement. She wanted to keep feeding Tom her moist raw pussy for an eternity, keep feeling his tongue reaming out every exotic curving inch of her smooth, hot, inner flesh. Her moans changed to a low groaning animal sound that filled the intimate little room with the intense, wavering echo of her enchanted delight. Her voice grew louder and louder, then finally burst in a heated flow of imploring screams. "Oooohhhh! EAT MEEEE! GOD! SUCK, SUCK, HARD, HAAARRDD! DON'T STOP! GO, AAAAAAAA, GO, GO, GO!! ! "
His face pushed harder into the warm soggy marsh of her inflamed cuntal area and his tongue moved in and out of her undulating pussy with rapid slithering movements. She brought her legs up and held her knee against her firm breasts as her beautiful ass rose off the damp sheets and she pressed her soaking twat against his mouth, trying to capture even more of his deeply probing, swiftly licking tongue.
He sucked wildly at her hardened pink clitty, his smooth teeth grazing against it each time he withdrew his tongue to lick her sweet labia. Then he would plunge it back into her one more to thrill her silken inner flesh with its squishy, moist movements. The incessant rhythm of his intensely passionate cunnilingus made her shiver with uncontrollable ecstasy and she felt his finger moving between her lush, smooth buttocks, inside the deep tender crevice between her cheeks and towards her tight ass-hole.
It had been so long since her exquisite little pussy had been eaten with a vengeance and it clung to his mouth and tongue as she swooned with an unbelievable pleasure, floating in an utterly complete bliss, and forgetting all about her lifelong fears of anal entrance until his finger was already pumping deeply up her anus. But now, to her amazement, it wasn't fear or pain that she felt in response to his lewdly twitching finger. No, instead a strange excited delight flooded her senses as his hot jabbing finger fucked inside her behind, and her smooth round cheeks began clenching and relaxing in instinctive response to the unexpected wonderful sensuality of the feel of his finger pumping up her uninitiated anal love hole. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how wet and sexy it was, especially since she was simultaneously having her pussy licked and sucked by this skilled madman of a lover.
Her naked body shuddered with spasms of erotic abandon as he hooked his thumb back around under her and shoved it into her moist tight pussy just underneath his squiggling buried tongue. She gyrated voluptuously as he pinched and massaged the hot internal bridge of flesh between her vaginal and rectal tracts with his thumb and finger. He fingered her two madly squeezing holes with an alternating rhythm, rubbing the inflamed inner membrane between them with an achingly erotic, slow pressure, as he sucked and licked her delicious spicy vagina with the slurping sound of total and thoroughly masculine passion.
Lisa was thrashing about insanely on the soft bed, moaning, "Yes, yes, yessss!" She had never felt anything even close to this heady mixture of oral, anal, and vaginal sensations all happening simultaneously. The entire lower half of her body was exploding with trembling excitement under the siege of the exhilaratingly new combination of stimulations that Tom was performing on her stiffly pointed clitty, her tightly squeezing pussy, her translucently smooth ass. Everything that her sweet rectum had been secretly waiting to experience all these years had now arrived and she ground the creamy hillocks of her firm buttocks together and apart, pumping her ass up and down in a frenzy of anal delight.
Oh, it was sc damn beautiful to feel his finger deep up her soft tushy, feel it massaging the never-before-fondled thin hot wall inside her, while his thumb rubbed from the other side and her tingling cunt molded its smooth, raw, pliant flesh around it with a clinging, sucking pressure. And his tongue! God, his tongue was like nothing she could ever remember experiencing, at least not for years. No, not for years had she been eaten so wildly, so incredibly wonderfully, and she melted inside under the savage attack of his open sucking mouth and endlessly licking tongue.
Her pussy was a bubbling pool of erotic movement as she felt herself preparing to release a flood of orgasmic feminine fluids, and it seemed as if she were about to pass out in ecstasy from the sheer bliss of having Tom's finger in her ass. The thrill it gave her was heightened by the excitement of being with her first new lover in over a decade, feeling his intimate debauchery of her nude body as he ate her screaming pussy like a man possessed and fucked both her ass and twat, his fingers rubbing the boiling bridge of smooth flesh between them with a syncopated erotic rhythm. The prayers and pleas of her earlier masturbation were now being answered, fulfilled beyond her wildest imaginings by Tom's buried thumb and finger and his hot wet tongue.
She felt herself on the dizzying verge of a massive orgasm and screamed, "Oohh, Aaauuugggh, Tom, I'm CUM-AAAHH, CUUMMIINNNGG!"
Her seething, steaming orgasmic juices flowed around his wildly working, buried tongue and spurted out like a pungent flood into his deep-sucking mouth. Her screams faded into a low groan of unintelligible hissing passion. No words could possibly form in her throat that could convey the chaotic paradise of what she was feeling deep inside her cum-spewing pussy. She had never cum like this, never, never, never! God, she felt as if she would split right down the middle, as if the undulating vibration of her erupting cunt would shake her apart into a million little pieces. She moaned with dazed pleasure as he twisted his body until they were side by side, with the wide bloated head of his hard, boiling penis pushing against her soft opening lips and her deliriously climaxing pussy still trembling under the spell of his rapid tonguing and warm sucking mouth. She opened her eager grateful mouth as wide as she could and tasted the tangy flesh of his sweet cock as it entered between her full soft lips. She licked and sucked his delicious salty staff, unable to distinguish any longer whether she was still cumming or not. Her pussy had transcended its own pattern of responses in its passionate enjoyment of his savage tongue-lashing.
Tom almost blew his mind at the incredible intensity and polished expertise of Lisa's deep, warm, sucking mouth and teasing, flicking tongue. She felt him brutally driving his prick deeper and harder into her already crammed mouth and she tasted the good solid taste of phallic flesh as her bobbing, sucking head worked furiously on his thick hard penis. He was shoving his hot tongue excitedly in and out of her wet cunt and she felt once again that she was almost passing out from the raw, erotic delights his tongue was giving to her dripping pussy. She was almost choking on his thick ramming prick as it battered against the back of her cavernously stretched mouth, but she didn't want him to ever stop pumping his cock rhythmically into her hungry mouth. She was being sucked and chewed and licked, eaten out, devoured just as she had wanted to be for such a long, long time. Now, at last, a man's sweet mouth was glued to her craving twat, now there was the all-encompassing wonderful reality of masterful cunnilingus that held her in its lustful grip, thrilling her far beyond any wishful dream or yearning fantasy. She was sure she could suck his cock forever if he kept on eating her with such uninhibited, obscene perfection. Mmmmm, was he good at it. God, was he good!
Suddenly she felt his thick penis quivering as his cum erupted up out of his balls and answered the taunts of her sucking mouth with a bursting stream of scalding creamy semen. His sweet masculine nectar burned sensuously all the way down to her tummy, and she sucked his climaxing rod with insane joy as her pussy convulsed anew in a passionate flood of feminine liquids.
When the heaving tide of orgasm finally subsided for both of them, he drew his mouth from her moist luscious crotch and grunted between rapid wheezing breaths, "Lay on your back, baby."
His shrunken cock slipped out of her mouth as she relaxed her head back against the fluffy pillow. Then, through a warm dreamy haze, she felt his damp wrinkled prick being placed in the dewy cleft between her swollen breasts as he straddled her with his knees about her waist. Instinctively, she reached up and pushed her softly rounded, beautifully shaped breasts together, encasing his sliding penis in a nude heaven of firm smooth flesh, as he pumped his cock between her massaging tits and groaned with a husky passion.
Lisa moaned as Tom's wide cock grew harder and longer and burned against her delicate skin only inches from her pounding heart. Her hands rubbed and pushed on the outsides of her breasts and the tips of her fingers tweaked her ruby-hard nipples, as his expanding cock slid up and down in the squeezing passageway she had created with her breasts for his lurid pleasure.
He was almost to his full erection and she found herself relishing the fact that there was probably enough time left. Enough time to share a good quick fuck before Seth and the others would be back for lunch.
Fran hid behind the concealing bushes with Seth and peeked out excitedly at the erotic scene they had both stumbled upon while walking back through the forest. The lustful sounds that had struck their stunned ears and made them halt now matched perfectly with the sight they beheld.
She could hardly believe what was taking place before her eyes. There was her Bill fucking little Polly Herrick. She had imagined the hanky-panky that would probably take place between her husband and the sultry blonde once they had departed together into the forest, leaving her and Seth to explore the sensuous delights of sodomy and all the other wonderfully satisfying things she had willingly done with him while Bill and Polly were supposedly looking for Tom, but to actually see her husband and Polly locked in intercourse was more than she had hoped for.
They were stark naked and Polly's pretty little ass danced wildly as she rode up and down voluptuously on Bill's stiff glistening cock, squealing and moaning, one soft tit half buried in his open sucking mouth. Fran watched her sweating taut-muscled husband pumping his massive prick into Polly's brown-haired pussy as she rode his enormous pecker and moaned, "Ooohhh, Bill, fuck me, honey, aaaahhhh, fuck me good, mmmmmm, your cock, God, your cock, your cock!! "
A voyeuristic sense of sexual arousal filled the earthy redhead's mind as she watched wide-eyed at the spectacle of her powerfully built husband fucking another woman. In all the years they had been together she had never had a chance to stand aside and see what Bill looked like when he was lost in the savage, driving ecstasy of having his tremendous penis buried in a tight smooth cunt. He was beautiful to watch, like some great strong beast totally immersed in the mating urge, the muscles in his loins rippling with each brutal thrust of his erect tool.
Polly, also, was thrilling to watch. Once again Fran felt the long unfamiliar, tantalizing stirring of lesbian lust growing in her sweet abdomen, only now it was much more pronounced than before, since now there was more to see of Polly than just her blue-jeaned crotch. The lovely creature was totally exposed to view and Fran didn't hold back from fantasizing on what it would be like to have sex with Polly as she feasted her eyes on the little blonde's naked charms. She could almost taste Polly's sensuous vagina, almost taste her own Bill's delicious hot hard cock as she stared hungrily at them, concentrating her vision on their naked pink genitals while the two of them fucked in a rhythmic paradise of forbidden pleasure.
Fran realized joyfully what the sight meant for her, for Seth, for all of them. Bill and Polly were doing what came naturally and now that she had caught them in the act there was no more reason for being unnatural and pretending that she wasn't attracted to Seth in front of Bill. There could be fewer games between all of them now. They could all fuck and suck-threesomes, foursomes, God, the possibilities were staggering. Maybe even Lisa and Tom could be brought into the act. And wouldn't this secluded forest be just the place to make it all happen? It seemed that all of her years of frustration, all of her wishful fantasies, had boiled down to this rare moment, this delightful spectacle of her husband and Polly unwittingly performing for her and her newfound, wonderful lover.
Fran wondered how many times she had foolishly thought of herself as some abnormally hungry sexual freak, chastised herself for her ceaseless anal fantasies about Seth, for her innumerable indiscretions as a young girl before she had met Bill. Her whole life long she had felt slightly out of place with other people, as if she were a creature from another time, an ancient lustful Amazon who had to constantly be on guard lest she do something impulsive and sensual and embarrass her husband. There had been the two times in the past when she'd made unabashed passes at Seth, only to feel guilty and confused afterwards. And how many other incidents had there been, real or imagined? She just seemed to be too big, too alive and honest and open for the closed hypocritical society she had been born into. She had been forced to turn herself into a weak shadow of what she really was in order to hide from people her socially unacceptable nature, but now there was proof before her very eyes that she was not an oversexed freak, that her doubts and flashes of guilt were something that everyone probably experienced.
The whole world was playing a game. Bill, herself, everyone, and it was no wonder people were miserable if they had to spend all of their time denying to others what they knew deep down was the unavoidable truth about their sexual needs. The irony of it all was that it was purely a matter of chance that she and Seth had stumbled upon Bill and Polly fucking. Otherwise, she knew that she and Bill would go on giving the appearance of willing fidelity toward each other forever-more. But now there was no more suspicion possible. Bill's infidelity was a fact, an exciting event happening right in front of her, and there was no suspicion in her own mind about herself any longer either since she knew she would never have to worry about whether she was oversexed anymore. Hell, no, she was just normal, no hornier than the rest of the world.
Fran had taken cock in her pussy, her mouth, her full ripe ass, she had even spent a night with another woman, but now a new desire filled her aroused senses. She turned to Seth and whispered, "Seth, darling, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all make love together? I mean all of us, all six of us, Lisa and Tom, too. It's not the kind of thing anybody should be left out of."
Seth smiled and answered her softly, "Sure sounds good, Fran, sounds beautiful. As a matter-of-fact, I think we've just found the ally we've been secretly looking for."
They smiled, then turned back to the scene on the grass beyond the bushes. The little blonde vixen was rising and falling on Bill's rigid prick like a madwoman, her whole body moving in one fluid, curving, achingly beautiful motion as she flexed her tight satiny pussy crazily about his hot, hard, deeply buried cock.
Fran's hand was being drawn to her hungry pussy and she glanced at the bulge in Seth's pants longingly. As she started moaning to the feel of her own finger, Seth shushed her, "Be quiet, Fran, quiet. No group scenes yet. Not yet, honey. Keep still."
Fran straightened out her skirt and whispered in a muffled voice, "Why?"
Seth stood up, pulling her with him, then motioned for her to walk softly and led her back away from Bill and Polly and toward the lodge. As soon as they were a safe distance off, he put his arm around her while they walked and began talking in an explanatory tone, "You see, baby, if the four of us balled, then the six of us would be balling in no time at all. And, well, honestly, there's something I want Lisa to give to me before she has a chance to give it to someone else."
Fran smiled. After their passionate sodomy only an hour earlier, she had a pretty good notion of what he meant but she asked anyway, "Tell me, Seth. What is it she'd never let you do to her?"
Seth grinned, "Truth is, Fran, she won't let me fuck her in the ass."
Fran laughed amusedly, "I thought that was it. No wonder we've been so hot for each other, we sensed a similar need. Bill 'always wants my pussy and my mouth in that order. He rarely has anything left, honey."
Seth dropped his hand from her shoulder and patted her bouncing buttocks. "I've got plenty left, honey."
They walked on through the quiet Sequoias talking lightheartedly, stopping occasionally to grind their happy bodies against each other, then continuing on their way and telling each other about all the fantasies they had secretly held for each other over the years, both of them happy and feeling a wonderful sense of relief at being able to be totally open toward each other for the first time since they had met so many years before. Now, at last, they had broken through the barriers of marriage, guilt, and the rules of society to finally consummate their flaming desire toward each other.
Both felt a strange sense of accomplishment. They had endured the torments of frustrated anal desire for so long, and had found a wonderful outlet in each other at last. And it had been so easy! Easy because it was natural for them to fuck once they had managed to be alone. All of the difficulties of trying to arrange a rendezvous for so many years, all the wishful thoughts, the doubts, the guilt, it all seemed so absurd now that they had finally spent a wonderful nude morning of creamy ass-fucking together. In a sense, they were like old friends now, both of them veterans of the same psychological war for sexual liberation, and both of them determined to hold onto their hard-won victory and never again deny themselves the un-equaled pleasure of joyful sodomy.
As they neared the lodge, Seth motioned Fran to stop on the back meadow. He dropped his arm from her waist, took her hand, and said, "Let's sit under that grove of trees and wait for Bill and Polly. It wouldn't do for Tom and Lisa to see the two of us arriving back alone."
They walked over and sat down on the grass. Fran looked at him, a bit perplexed, and questioned, "But what will Bill and Polly think when they see us sitting out here together?"
Seth chuckled, "Are you kidding, baby? They'll feel so awkward and guilty about leaving that creek before us and arriving here after us that they won't even think we might have been up to something. We know about them but no one knows about us. That gives us some leverage to use as we please."
Fran smiled admiringly. "You're a good executive, Seth."
CHAPTER FIVE
"No one knows about us. No one will, either. Jul-relax, Tom. After all, we're fully clothed now. Fix yourself another drink." Lisa turned from her nervous lover after reassuring him and leaned against the side of the stone fireplace, staring out at the empty meadow and the little river beyond it. She couldn't see the scene that was about to take place behind some trees at the edge of the meadow.
The great Sequoias felt the breeze, making their limbs brush against each other, and Bill and Polly walked beneath them, also feeling the mountain breeze and also brushing their limbs against each other from time to time. Twice they had made love now, twice the magnetic attraction of their bodies had been satiated with cascading moments of delirious sex out in the forest, and both of them knew that they would continue cheating on their mates even after this idyllic weekend in the forest was long past. They had each latched onto the thrilling new experience of their nude bodies and they walked with the intimate manner of children sharing a delightful secret.
The two of them stopped holding hands as they followed the bank of the river. They could see the roof of the lodge beyond the tall trees up ahead and they wanted to look proper. Neither of them realized how much time they had spent making love and they both were rudely shocked to suddenly come upon Fran and Seth waiting for them.
Bill flushed bright red as his wife coolly questioned, "Get lost, dear?"
He was frozen stiff with embarrassment and stammered, "Y-yes, we got lost in the f-forest, honey. P-pretty scary."
She slipped her arm around his. "I'll bet it was, dear." She shot a glance at Polly. "See any bears?"
Polly's pretty little face filled with chagrin and she hung her head in silence.
Seth came and stood next to her, then spoke in a tone meant for everybody, "Come on, all you people, let's get back to the lodge, I'm starving."
Lisa's eyes were caught by movement and she stopped gazing at the river and noticed the four of them coming up the meadow towards the lodge. Bill and Fran walked arm in arm together and Seth and Polly were chatting as they walked behind them. Dammit, she was a fool to think there was anything between her husband and Fran. It was obvious that Fran and Bill were very close; Fran wasn't talking to Seth at all.
She heard Tom's anxious voice drift up from back at the bar. "Shit, am I gonna get drunk today."
She saw Seth smiling and waving to her and she felt a sudden sense of guilt building up inside her. What was wrong with her? Not only had she suspected Seth of something he obviously hadn't done, but she had just spent an exciting morning in bed with Tom. She glanced back towards the bar and saw that Tom was staring at her ass-hole. Mmmmm. And the way he'd eaten her, the way he'd fucked her like a savage beast until their juices had spilled out of their coupled loins and stained the sheets. She'd wisely changed the sheets as a precaution in case Seth might notice the sticky residue of their wild lovemaking. But now there was another kind of residue in her mind, a psychological film of guilt that clouded her vision with one word-infidelity.
How had it happened that now, after twelve years of being the faithful wife, she had gone stark-raving crazy with another man and permitted him to violate her in ways Seth had never done? There was no way of tracing back the long years of frustration and the fateful chain of events that had led to her belated explosion of extra-marital lust. There was only the warm vibrant glow of Tom's hot jiz still bubbling in her cunt and a sense of wonder that she, Lisa Wakefield, the proper and untouchable wife, could do such a wild thing, and do it with such gusto, such pleasure. God, she still wanted to fuck, she wanted to do it in every position imaginable, just sucking and fucking until she passed out in exhaustion, with a ton of sweet semen beginning to dry up into flaky crusts on her smooth white skin and in the long black flowing hair.
Her morning of forbidden sex had acted like a tonic on her jaded senses and her lovely body was more aroused than it had been in ages. She felt that this morning was just a preview glimpse of the delights in store for her reawakened flesh, as if she were only on the threshold of a whole new world of erotic bliss. Her soft round buttocks clenched together dreamily at the memory of Tom's lewdly fucking finger, and her pussy still trembled in the echo of the electrifying sensations his screwing tongue had given to its sweet raw inner flesh. Her nipples felt as if they would never soften again, but remain always taut, like two stiffly pointed pink jewels crowning the honeyed flesh of her firm white breasts.
She felt alive and wonderful all throughout the curving symmetry of her long-sleeping body, and she sensed instinctively that there was only one way to remove whatever guilt she felt about this morning. And it would be such a delightful way, such a perfect way of expressing the welling up of love that she felt for her husband. She would share the warmth of her renewed passion with Seth tonight, dance for him all naked and sexy and dirty and then devour his cock with her eyes and her mouth and her tight satiny pussy.
Suddenly, she realized why she had suspected Seth's relations with Fran. Who could blame him for staring at the tall redhead when she herself, his own wife, had been much less than a total woman? She had been so busy worrying about his waning sexuality, without ever noticing that it was her own artificial warmth that was causing him to lose interest in her, much more so than any attraction he might have had toward another woman. It all seemed so simple to her, now that the real warmth of true feminine lust was once again coursing through her veins with hot-blooded intensity and filling her mind with the image of her husband's long hard penis. If you wanted a man, well, by God, you'd damn well better be a woman. Yes, that was it. She had been the root of the whole problem. And tonight she would remind him of what a luscious little piece of tail she could be. She could envision a wonderful new sex life unfolding between them in the future.
And it would all start tonight. God, she could hardly wait to play with his cock, to give herself to him as openly and completely as the love she felt for him demanded. He would never turn away without touching her ever again, not after he saw the way she squeezed her smooth firm cheeks and wiggled her soft round ass around for his voyeuristic pleasure tonight. She knew how he loved to watch her voluptuous fanny, how he loved to put his juicy prick between her sweet massaging cheeks until his hot cum shot out onto the milky skin of her lower back. Well, he could do all of that if he wanted to, tonight and every night. He deserved the best and she knew her exotic ass was beyond compare. Yes, she would even let him stick his finger up her tight sweet ass-hole just as deeply as it would fit, and then pump it hard and fast.
She turned at the sound of the great oak door opening and blew a kiss toward Seth. He blew one back, smiling radiantly, then called out, "How about some lunch, honey?"
An image of his tongue licking her pussy flashed in her mind and she laughed to herself. Tonight, she'd be giving him her own body to eat and she knew somehow that this time he would relish his meal. She called back to him. "Okay, love. Lunch is coming right up." Then she went into the kitchen and joined Fran and Polly, who were already busily preparing the afternoon meal for the men.
A half hour later the round table was laden with good things to eat and they all sat down to lunch. Seth looked around the table and saw how everyone had quickly fallen into an introspective mood, all of them searching within themselves for an answer to some dilemma. Shit, couldn't they see it? It was this air, the old trees, the river. It was this sumptuous lodge, this Eden with all of its warmth and spaciousness surrounded by the wild green beauty just waiting for them out beyond the picture window. Couldn't they sense the chance at freedom that this place offered building up inside their bodies, warring with the ignorant barriers to pleasure that their minds had constructed back in the make-believe society of Los Angeles. This was all that seemed real now, this forest sparkling with the innocence of a world barely touched by man, throbbing with the vibrant, natural flow of life that had everybody trying to control the aching lust in their bodies as they strolled among the splendor of the quiet Sequoias.
Seth noticed the pregnant pauses and tense faces as they all ate the delicious food. He realized that, since they were all sensitive and bright people, it was no wonder that everyone felt absurd and foolish after being faced with the open freedom of nature. It seemed that exposure to this place had forced everyone to take a good hard look at their own frustrated city games. For years they had all lived the sort of suburban life referred to as quiet desperation. The sort of existence where everything, including sex, was obtained on the time purchase plan. Shit, he had lived with Lisa for twelve years, through the good times and the bad, giving her all of his time, all of his life, all of his money, yet never once feeling her tantalizing anus sucking on his long hot cock. What kind of life was it when you couldn't fuck your own wife in the ass?
Each time he had tried to, it had always ended with the same predictable results. She stopped him with a look of righteous fury, some expression of shocked revulsion on her lips, demanding that he never do that again with the supreme confidence that her demand would be fulfilled. And always he would back off like a punished little boy, sulking for months, years, before he got up the courage to make another attempt. And when he would fail once more, when he would let her deny him what he needed, it was always because they both knew that if he really forced her to spread her luscious cheeks apart and take it in her tight sweet ass-hole, it would cause a torrent of angry screams on her part, and then, God forbid, what would their neighbors think!
For the first time in his life he realized how absurdly he and Lisa had been living, what a paucity of happiness they had suffered under, despite their elegant, status-encrusted surroundings. He had exposed himself to the grinding treadmill of high-power executive corridors, walking through a daily maze of securities' briefs and stock quotations so that he could come home to her and share her smile, her laughter, her warm sweet body. But despite the years of working long hours, proving to himself that he was deserving of the upper-class beauty he had married, there was no escaping the fact that her warm sweet body had been declared partially off-limits by his dear Lisa. The part that was denied to him. the alluring symmetry of her soft full ass was, as fate would have it, the part that he hungered for the most. Ever since he first saw her bending over, out on the tennis court, retying the sneaker that hung off her dainty little foot, he had been struck dumb by the erotic fluffy marshmallows that were her sumptuous buttocks.
He had made countless attempts at fucking the tight luscious hole between those smooth creamy cheeks after they had married, but he had been forced to create a compromise with her. So he rode between her warm undulating buttocks, his firm hot cock sliding up and down in the long sweet gorge between her softly squeezing cheeks until it finally exploded, creating a molten puddle of semen cupped in the supple hollow of her lower back. As exciting and delightful as those night had been, those times when he'd ridden in Lisa's voluptuous ass crack, the nature of their anal compromise was a makeshift and inadequate means of satisfying his lust, and he had known it for sure the night that Fran had driven him crazy with that sodomistic poem out on her patio. But when he'd gotten Lisa into bed and spread her fluffy cheeks to insist on what was rightfully his with the pushing bloated head of his prick, his lovely naked wife had exploded with anger, shattering even the compromise they had been employing to resolve their sexual conflict, and leaving him with no taste of her excruciatingly tempting fanny, not even the silken penis massage of her round white cheeks.
He realized fully now what a fool he had been. It would have been bad enough if he'd just allowed her to deny him her virgin ass-hole, but he had even permitted her to take away the sweet substitution of her incredibly creamy cheeks, and then created fantasies about Fran's bountiful ass, marking off his own wife and dreaming of the lush redhead who would be more than willing to let him fuck her up the ass.
Well, today it had finally happened, he had thrilled to Fran's sucking squeezing anus in the cool morning air, ramming his rigid cock in and out of her smooth tight ass-hole until it had burst deliriously in a shower of sizzling jiz, bathing her bowels with the sweetest load he had shot in years while she screamed and moaned in a dazed fury of anal passion. God, what a feast he had made of her sweet womanly fanny, licking and sucking her twitching, quivering, convulsing ass-hole in a frenzy of delight, riding between her robust sensuous buttocks until he'd had to pull away to save his cum for the voluptuous rectal channel in which he'd finally deposited it in a trance of lurid pleasure.
How many years had it been since he'd last fucked a woman in the ass? Twelve, no thirteen-that blonde waitress behind the diner. Yeah, thirteen fucking years without once feeling his hungry cock being swallowed up in a woman's tantalizing anus. But he had sure made up for it all this morning, snatched himself a woman who lived for the feel of a hot cock pumping up her tight ass. They had done it all; she had given him every sweet anal joy he had ever fantasized about her warm smooth derriere, and she had enjoyed every bit of it just as much as he did. He had gotten dressed after breakfasting on her pussy and feeling his cock tingle with moist pleasure as she sucked on her morning meal. Then they had walked back through the forest morning; Seth saturated with a feeling of satisfied lightness that stayed with him even through their voyeuristic peek at Bill and Polly and the awkward mating with the abashed couple that took place shortly afterward.
It wasn't until he was walking up the meadow toward the lodge that he was struck with a new sensation. Beyond the full-length window he saw Lisa growing larger and larger, her smile growing warmer and warmer. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants as he stared happily at the raven-haired beauty with whom he shared his life. He knew at that moment that her ass was going to be fucked royally as soon as they were alone together. He suddenly just didn't care any longer whether she resisted him or not. He'd be perfectly willing to force her if he had to. He realized that, despite the treat he had just taken from Fran, his desire for Lisa's erotic buttocks was sharper than ever. He knew that from now on, any other lady's sweet ass would only intensify his smoldering desire for his own wife's virgin derriere, only serve to remind him that there were years of unfinished business at home, that in his bed lay a goddess he had only half enjoyed during all the frustrating nights of a marriage only half consummated. He decided right then, as he walked up the meadow waving towards his wife, that tonight would be the night. And there was no reversing his decision. He had tasted the ecstasy of Fran's ass and then had been forced to realize that he would have to sodomize Lisa, whether she wanted to or not, to keep their marriage from falling apart.
Now that he had made the bold leap and established a sensuous extra-marital rapport with Fran, he knew that there was so much more he wanted to experience, especially group scenes, but he also knew that if he didn't include his wife in his sexual awakening, then he would be forced to leave her, out of frustration over her prudery. He had to get it across to her that they were both too grown up to waste any more time with childish guilt and frustration, that there was too much at stake here. The only thing to do was to act out their desires with each other, with anyone they wanted to if need be, and to do it openly and freely. If they couldn't be free together they would end up feeling imprisoned together. She had to understand. He'd make her understand tonight by taking the first step toward a new life for the two of them. He would shove his eager cock into her magnificent anus and initiate her into the paradise of sodomy.
Now, as he shared a dessert of wild blueberries and cream with his wife and the others, he thought, ironically, how stupid he had been all these years. He wondered if the others fully realized the extent of their own absurdity. All around the lodge animals were mating openly in any fashion they wished, while inside, he, his wife, and friends were sitting next to each other, torn between guilt and desire. How ridiculous, he thought. If you were going to die eventually anyway, why not live naturally now? We were created to be human, to be the only animals on earth with a year-round mating season, yet we put artificial restrictions on each other, justify them with morals for the children and watch them grow up to a life like ours, a life of frustration and guilt. Ridiculous, shit, ridiculous.
The rest of the day was passed in reflection for Seth. Needless to say, it was quite an experience for him to have his whole way of life proven as being nothing more than a foolish, emasculating game. It was also quite an experience to recline back in dazed joy, thinking of the miracle that had just taken place with Fran. She had tortured him with the erotic movement of her peaches and cream fanny, while moaning and sighing a rhythmic outpouring of tantalizing obscenities, begging him to stick his long hot cock in her big creamy ass. And then he had, oh Jesus, he had. He could feel his prick throbbing at the memory of its snug fuck massage inside the satiny grip of the tight moist hole between her swelling rounded buttocks.
God, the way she'd pumped her ass, slowly, sweetly, like warm maple syrup, as he rammed it into her tight little ass-hole and felt the soft smooth flesh beyond her tiny opening clinging yearningly on his delirious penis. And the way she held her skirt up while he fucked her luscious corn-hole, the way she'd looked back at him, her eyes glazed with a voluptuous seductive glow above the shiny perspiration of her flushed cheek, and the moist full beauty of her erotically parted lips, her whole being begging to be fucked in the ass forever.
His cock almost ripped out of its socket as his memory turned to expectation, and he realized that Lisa would be just as passionately delighted with sodomy later on in bed as Fran was that morning out in the forest. Once his sensuous little wife got adjusted to the feel of his long bloated prick crammed up her ass-hole, she would be just as excited as Fran, no, more, actually, because it was going to be her first time, the first of a million times, a million nights fucking in bed, fucking her incomparably sexy ass.
He put away his thought of Lisa, saved them for later, and reflected on how easy it was going to be for him to live pleasantly from now on, how simple and refreshing it would be, after everyone was awakened and sexually open, to drop in on Fran for a sweet lazy ride between her generous buttocks, for a nice warm fuck up her anus, or to stop by Polly's and ream out her pretty little pussy with his stiff delighted member. He hadn't forgotten what she looked like out there in the forest, her creamy naked body displaying all of its meaty, sweetly rounded charms, writhing and undulating with all the intensity of a bitch in heat as she pumped downward rhythmically, riding big ol' Bill's stiff cock like a ripe young nymphomaniac.
He wondered if the little blonde might already be sharing his curiosity about what it would be like for the two of them to have a holiday of naked fun together. The sprightly little creature had blushed with shame at Fran's humility provoking comment about the "bears out in the forest." But then, when he'd come to her and Bill's assistance, he'd noticed that she brushed against him as they all began walking toward the lodge, saw her smile of gratitude change into a lurid grin as her eyes grew smoky, then looked away, then peeked back to see if he had picked up her message. He wasn't sure he had, but he sensed that his protectiveness toward her had inspired some sort of sexual spark in her dirty little mind. Ah, so Polly was maybe the original daddy fucker. Well, she could knock on his front door and deliver her message to papa anytime, yes sir.
He imagined how fine it would be when the six of them all got the ball rolling together. He had .never had a group scene, never thought about it much except for the usual fantasies about fucking one woman in the ass while he watched another woman playing with herself, or having one luscious lady suck him off while he watched two other naked females eating each other out. But now that the prospect for group activity presented itself for the first time in his life, the whole idea of sex with multiple partners took on a new light, shone with the heated temptation of a near-reality, an exciting goal which he would soon bring to pass.
He wondered how Lisa would feel about it all. He knew deep down that she'd probably love it and he felt proud that he wasn't jealous of his wife, that he had matured to the point where he could permit her to fulfill whatever needs she had hidden away. After all, if he wanted to play with Polly and Fran then it was only right that he should share Lisa with Tom and Bill. He knew that they both wanted her, a fellow would have to be a eunuch not to have any sexual interest in his lovely wife, and, besides, it was a small price to pay, since she probably had just as much hunger to work off as he did. There would be no more double, triple, quadruple standards, no more misguided morality and foolish guilt in his life. He knew that the only way to win his own freedom was to give her hers, whether she was aware of a personal need for it or not.
So many things were becoming clear to him, now that he had stopped trying to hold onto a meaningless way of life. For one thing, he noticed, as he sat on the couch thinking, that everyone else was still trying to resist the realization that the forest's open beauty had forced upon them-the sudden knowledge that it was foolish to continue being sexually frustrated, or jealous, or guilty, or anything else that smacked of the artificial congested lifestyle they had all brought with them from the city. Now that all of them were trapped inside the lodge, forced to face each other while simultaneously contemplating what the forest had taught them, they had regressed back to familiar social games, doing any activity which would avoid the possibility of them having to look another directly in the eye or talk about anything more meaningful than sports or cooking. Everyone was trying to pretend that they were still back in the suburbs.
Lisa was with the other two women in the kitchen. He could hear them gabbing nervously and wondered how Polly and Fran were coping with the realization of what they had each done out in the forest. Lisa, of course, had nothing to hide. She'd been true to him. But still she was probably worried about something, the very air up here in the mountains was sexually arousing, and Lisa hadn't been familiar with any desire at all over the last few months. She'd been a cold fish and, now, up in this beautiful place, he imagined that she was probably hornier than she'd been in a long, long time. He smiled. That would make it so much easier to devour her later up in their bedroom. She would be so much more receptive to the feel of his cock entering the tight virgin opening between her smooth, softly rounded cheeks.
The sound of the women's chatter drifted away and Seth shifted his attention to Bill. His oversized friend sat on the carpet off in a far corner of the room, watching a baseball game on the closed-circuit color TV. Seth wondered if Bill's vision was focusing on Willie Mays, or if all he could see was Polly's beautifully swollen tits and sweet enraptured face.
He laughed to himself, then glanced over at Tom. His friend was draining the bar like a thirsty infant suckling a nipple. Tom was either upset or excited, those were the two moods that brought out his penchant for liquid refreshment, and from the way he was drinking now, it looked as if he were caught in both moods at once. Well, the booze would fix it, reduce everything in his head to a mellow oneness. Seth chuckled affectionately. He liked Tom, liked Bill, and, of course, he just loved their wives. They were all nice people and he felt lucky that he and Lisa had such nice friends to share their experiences with. Mmmmm, and what nice experiences they would all soon be sharing!
Toward dinner time Lisa came out of the kitchen and sat beside him on the couch. He looked down into her softly radiant, lovely face, feeling his love for her well up deep inside him.
She whispered tenderly, "I just wanted to be close to you, darling. I love you, Seth."
He kissed her warmly, then smiled down at her. He knew he loved her and that nothing could really come between them. He hoped that she'd understand when the time came to tell her. Somehow, a funny feeling crept over him that her eyes were communicating the same exact sentiments to him.
Fran had waited until Lisa was well out the kitchen door to begin her strategy on Polly. Now she smiled wickedly and stood up from her chair. She walked over to where Polly was sitting, leaned against the wall, and glared down at her. She spoke in a cool assured tone, "I know about you and my husband. I saw you, dear."
Polly was wide-eyed. She shrunk away from Fran, not knowing what the big redhead might do, afraid she might attack her.
Fran bent down and put her hand on Polly's wrist. She cooed, "Now, now, love. Nothing to get excited about. I won't tell Tom just as long as you cooperate tonight."
Fran watched the little blonde slowly realizing that there was no choice but to agree to her plans. She laughed to herself. Maybe Seth didn't want group activities yet, but she had a lovely evening in mind. She tightened her grip on Polly's wrist just a fraction, and said, "Come to our bedroom at nine on the dot tonight, love. You shouldn't have any problem excusing yourself from Tom. The way he's drinking, I doubt if he'll make it through dinner."
Polly bridled at Fran's criticism of the man she loved, then in a flash she grasped her own hypocrisy. She'd cheated on Tom again without any proof that he was cheating on her and now she wanted to avoid hurting him at all costs. There was no choice and the moment she nodded yes, submitting to Fran's demands, she strangely felt something beyond relief. It was that ticklish curiosity just below her tummy.
At five minutes to nine Fran lay next to Bill, the two of them reading in bed. She closed her book and stared at the beamed ceiling. She knew that the fateful knock on the door, which she had arranged, would change her and her husband's lives forever, start a chaotic roller coaster of ecstasy that they both would want to ride again and again. Group sex. The very thought of it made her shiver with expectation, made her raspberry-haired pussy moisten, covering her soft swollen cunt lips with an aroused glistening film of carnal lubrication. Even now, as she waited, with her pounding heart and her yearning flesh, to share Polly's sultry beauty with her blonde cocksman husband, her mind couldn't keep from imagining what sort of wild nights she might enjoy immersed in two men and another woman, or three men, all to herself, oh, God, the possibilities were endless!
She had engineered this adventure, but the multiple coupling would be just as new and exciting for her as it would be for Bill and Polly. Neither of them had ever had sex with more than one partner, no one she had ever met had ever done such a thing. With her witty mind she might have conceived of herself, her husband, and Polly as three pioneers, sexual astronauts or something, but her mind was filled with only the thrilling salaciousness of what was about to happen.
She looked over at the clock. Two minutes to nine. She decided she had better give her unsuspecting husband a bit of preparation for the evening she had planned, the imminent adventure which would most assuredly blow his mind. She turned her head toward him and smiled with a coy expression. "Bill?"
He peeked out from behind his book. "What?"
"I love you a lot, you big oaf."
Bill looked as if he were waiting for the punch line.
She kissed him and laughed, "No, I mean it, honey. And just to prove it, I have a great big surprise for you. Something I'm sure you could never imagine."
He flinched, expecting the worst. "What's that, Fran?"
She winked intimately. "Just a little something to show you how much I want you to be happy."
There was a knock on the door.
"Well, what do you know? Your surprise has arrived." Fran's voice grew louder. "Come in, Polly love."
Bill sat upright, not believing he could have heard right. But there was Polly, closing the door behind her with a naughty grin on her pretty face. Oh Jesus, what was going on?
Fran laughed, "Relax, honey. I've known about you two since this afternoon. I just figured this was the only way to show you that it's perfectly alright with me."
She parted her stunned husband's robe and rubbed his awakening cock. "As long as you don't leave me out of the fun, that is."
Bill was delighted. He hugged his wife to his burly chest. "Oh, Fran, Fran. I love you, baby, You're the greatest chick in the whole world."
Fran tingled with happiness. "Just remember that, Bill. I know you're the greatest guy in the world for me and I won't forget it. Now sit back and enjoy it all, darling." She looked up at Polly, "Take your clothes off, love, and dance for my man."
Polly's eyes were hungrily climbing Bill's rising prick as she obeyed Fran's command. She drew off her white terry robe and exposed her sweet robust nudity. An aura of erotic heat radiated from compactly bountiful curves as her mind exploded with lurid excitement at the sight of the redheaded Amazon casting off her own flimsy negligee to expose her tawny, voluptuously endowed body, and then licking the moist pink slit on the massive head of her husband's gigantic stiffening penis.
Her flesh was alive with supple tempting undulations as she began to dance with a slow lewd movement, and she drew his voyeuristic prick into a full erection, as if the cobra could beckon the flute. But, of course, the blood was also being drawn into his pulsing member by Fran's erotic full-lipped, open mouth. Polly weaved her soft brown-haired pussy all about with increasing passion as she watched the magnificently proportioned auburn-haired creature suckling and licking Bill's huge penis with a practiced mastery that was heightened by the extraordinary situation. The erotic joy of being a threesome filled all of them with uncontrollable lust
The lovely little blonde was aflame with feminine desire, and her body echoed her erotically entranced thoughts with writhing, graceful movements of warm honeyed flesh, smooth milky-white skin. They were three! God, she was dancing naked before both a man and a woman, watching the beautifully endowed couple on the bed as Fran fingered her ripe cunt wildly and sucked Bill's enormous fleshy pink erection. She had sucked that tremendous penis herself, felt it ramming deeper and deeper up her delighted trembling pussy, reaming out every inch of her silken inner vaginal skin, crashing into the deepness of her womb and making her cum pure honey again and again and again. She could feel it inside her even now under the erotic spell that enwebbed all of them, and her naked dancing body moved with the same animalistic abandon that had gripped it when he had actually been fucking her.
Now she could actually see what his cock looked like in the throes of passion, rhythmically sliding deeper into Fran's hungrily working mouth and then drawing out a little, so that Polly could see more of its long moistened flesh exposed for a glistening moment before it plunged back between Fran's full wet lips. Polly was lost in a haze of intense humid lust. She held her dove-white aching breasts cupped in her small hands and stared greedily at Bill's swollen pumping cock. She'd often dreamed of blowing Tom while some naked girl danced for him, so that he'd get super-aroused and fuck her like crazy. She saw Bill's eyes boring into her tits, sucking her grinding soft brown pussy bush, rubbing against the full rounded flesh of her white thighs. Her thighs flowed with an alluring, imploring motion and she felt the hungry velvet mouth of her pussy moistening its soft hair-lined lips. Then she looked down toward his throbbing bright pink tool and saw Fran staring up at her weaving, beckoning twat as she sucked Bill harder and faster.
Excitedly, she realized that she was the naked girl in Fran's plans, the special treat for a beloved husband. A thrilling attraction to Fran surged through her sultry body. Here was a woman who had the same sexual fantasy that she had dreamt of for years; the same taste for love, the same unbearable need to fuck and suck and play all night. Polly felt like she was on fire as she watched Fran's finger rubbing rapidly, fucking that sensuously endowed cunt of hers. She wondered for an instant how it would taste to replace Fran's finger with her own tongue, to eat another woman's pussy. The thought sent a shiver of delight down her arching weaving spine and she thrilled to the realization that Fran even played with herself in the same clitty-rub, finger-fuck, clitty-rub manner that she always employed night after night while she blew Tom.
The woman was a sexual duplicate of herself and she stared at Fran's raspberry-blonde cunt, lost in a torment of lustful curiosity that totally wiped out any of her inhibitions about enjoying another woman. Oh God, she was as eager to experience sex with Fran as she was with Bill. It was just too much! She wanted both of them and it was obvious to her now that they both wanted her.
Fran lifted her ripe mouth from Bill's massive prick and told him to lay on his back with his head at the foot of the bed. He swung into the proper position and craned his head back to stare up at Polly while he rubbed his huge erection. Instantly, Polly bent over and got on the bed on her knees, her thighs spread wide, her luscious twat inches above Bill's broad mouth.
Fran was shaking with desire, overwhelmed with the lurid expectation of Bill's enormous cock pumping up her ass-hole. Seth had made it more yielding, more elastic with his incredibly sensitive penis and now she was going to indulge herself and have Bill fuck her in the ass. She was going to be sodomized by two different men in one day, going to feel again the blissful pleasure of a big hot cock fucking wonderfully up the moist smooth hungry tunnel of her anus. Mmmmm, her naked fanny was begging for more.
She lay face up on top of Bill, stretched out with her ass pushing down against his groin and her head up near the headboard, at the opposite end of the bed from his. She watched Polly's face become transfixed with pleasure as the little blonde pushed her crotch downward against Bill's opening mouth and jerked her moist pussy wildly on Bill's wet screwing tongue. The sight of the impassioned Herrick woman drove Fran crazy and she could no longer wait to feel Bill's prick doing to her ass what his tongue was doing to Polly's snatch.
She drew Bill's hand from his stiff hard-on and spread her choice, peaches and cream buttocks above its massive purplish head, positioning his bloated knob of cock flesh at the spasmodically contracting and relaxing hungry mouth of her brownish anus. Then she pushed down hard, feeling the little sphincter of muscle burn tautly as he punched his staff brutally upward from beneath her. She felt as if she would burst for an eternity, then suddenly screamed with painful delight as his huge prick ripped up through her taut, stretched entrance and started burrowing up into her squeezing behind.
Polly witnessed the brutal sodomy, her pussy seething against Bill's sucking mouth, her face a lust-contorted mask of feminine sensuality. She moaned, "Fuck her ass. Fuck her beautiful ass!" Bill pumped his prick savagely, deliriously, up inside his voluptuous wife's smooth hot corn-hole, and sucked thirstily on Polly's tangy juicy pussy with a rapid slurping sound.
Fran lay her head back on the pillows, moaning and sighing, staring at Polly's wet pink tongue, while her anally obsessed body writhed sensuously and she screwed her rectal mouth downward over her husband's massive driving penis, until his hot hard rod was completely swallowed up inside her sucking rectum and crammed up her soft ass like a boiling steel piston.
She felt her husband's long prick pumping up inside her aroused anus, felt the chillingly exciting sensations of being totally, savagely sodomized, and focused her eyes on Polly's soft mouth, her whole being filled with an intense burning drive to be eaten by Polly and have her cunt come alive with pleasure while her ass was still milking Bill's huge penis with excruciating delight.
She grinned luridly at Polly, her smooth forehead beaded with drops of frantic perspiration, and said in a crazed voice, "Eat me, love. Bend down here and suck my pussy. Aaahhh do it, do it!"
Polly bent over completely and eagerly shoved her tongue into Fran's moist raw cunt. Her tongue danced with a will of its own and her mind snapped under a bombardment of forbidden thrills, as she chewed and sucked and licked another woman's vagina for the first time. She felt as if she would black out with a raging wave of pleasure as her own pussy shuddered in a daisy-chain heaven, then exploded in a torrent of bubbling cum into Bill's damp sucking mouth.
Bill drank up Polly's juices with a thirsty sucking motion and fondled her bobbing breasts as her nipples rubbed against his hairy stomach. He felt his cock trembling for the release of orgasm as it bathed in the exquisite warmth of his wife's anal channel. Then Polly, still lost in her long climax, started licking at his prick through the thin inner membrane that separated Fran's pussy from his hard sweet penis.
He heard Fran scream, "I'm going to cum, cum, CUMMMMMMM!" and he felt a river of hot jiz at last ripping out of his cock and shooting up into her bowels. He felt like his prick would burst into fragments. Simultaneously, Polly almost smothered him, stuffing his mouth with soaking folds of tasty cunt as she sucked out his crazed wife's roaring stream of pussy juices.
Fran squeezed up the last creamy drops of Bill's hot cum into her bowels and stared lustfully at Polly's long blonde hair as her beautiful friend sucked wildly down between her open thighs. Her sizzling pussy slowly ceased its ecstatic flow and she began to feel satisfied and fulfilled. She squeezed her ass lovingly around her husband's cock and moved her eyes to rest on Polly's upraised buttocks. Too bad she hadn't invited Seth. He could have stood at the foot of the bed and shoved his sweet prick between those fine white cheeks.
CHAPTER SIX
Seth watched as Lisa began their favorite ritual. It seemed like years since she had last stood before him with that rapt expression of erotic grace, and stripped sexily, the way she was now. She was wearing her tight-fitting skirt and she smiled at him as her tapered fingers hiked it up, slowly revealing her fully rounded thighs to his appreciative gaze. The pale naked skin above her black nylons radiated a warm translucent glow when she lifted her skirt tauntingly higher to show him her triangular black pussy bush sparkling with sweet moisture. Laying naked on the bed, he rubbed his hot prick, his senses soaring as he thrilled to the way the thin black straps of her garter belt contrasted sharply with the milky-white flesh luringly undulating in back of them. He had forgo ten until now what a luscious creature he was married to, been so damn stupid that he'd lost the realization that an erotic feast was waiting every night for him in his bed. He almost pinched his stiff cock, as he jerked himself to see if he were dreaming. God, her skin was so smooth, so perfect! The white mound of her abdomen swelled out like a graceful teardrop below her small curved waist and then curved down into the small moist jungle that surrounded her soft tight silken vagina. And the way that she was moving that lovely body of hers was enough to make even the sanest man in the world balance a ball on the end of his nose for a piece of it. Her sweet yearning thighs were spread wide; her tender pussy was dreamily riding an imaginary cock as she smiled at him with pouting lips and flicked the tip of her pink tongue in the direction of his hot hard throbbing penis.
He moaned with an awestruck gasp as he watched her turn around with a fluid supple movement and stick out her full white creamy buttocks. Her derriere was as fine as any in creation, perfectly suited to his discriminate taste, a beautifully sculpted paradise of erotically swollen velvet flesh, an enduringly inviting skinscape of two curving white sand dunes, and between them, a deep-shadowed gorge of translucently smooth, enticingly soft skin. It was a voluptuous cornucopia of promised gifts, stuffed with the snow-white fleece of which midnight fantasies were made; fantasies waiting for him to taste inside that ripe sweet juicy naked bottom that he was about to harvest.
Tonight would be the long-awaited night that he would finally fuck the tight virginal hole between those rounded satiny mounds. His hand jerked faster on his erect penis at the thought of what he'd be doing to her creamy ass, as it bounced and squeezed before him. Jesus, she had never moved her nude fanny like that ever before, never pumped it back and forth so temptingly and arched and swayed her luscious buttocks with such an uninhibited smoldering exhibition of her willingness to please him, her devotion to the needs of his trembling prick.
Maybe she was ready for the delights of sodomy, after all these long years of denying him the exotic blossom of her ass-hole. He watched her naked behind weave tantalizingly below her lovely arching back and he knew that if she still resisted, he would force her to spread her fluffy cheeks and shove his pulsating tool deep inside her.
He moved down on the bed, dropped his muscular calves over the bottom edge, and sat up. He reached out and put his eager palms on her nude ass and her smooth warm vibrant skin tingled ecstatically under his touch.
She sighed dreamily, "Seth, Seth darling."
He brought his hands up to where her lush hips flared out below her tiny waist and pulled her firmly backward and downward until the head of his cock throbbed with heat as her soft cuntal lips kissed it hungrily and parted moistly to accept it into the sweet tunnel between them. She sat down fully with an achingly beautiful, sensuous movement, and the whole length of his boiling member screamed with sensation as she engulfed it lovingly with the embracing caresses of her tight pussy's smooth inner walls. Her soft warm ass squished back against his abdomen as she rode his big prick up and down, up and down.
Lisa was totally free, unabashedly entranced by the way his long hard staff felt inside her enraptured molten pussy, moving her sumptuous body in a frenzied dance of carnal pleasure, and moaning over and over, "Aaahhhh, Seth, fuck me, darling, fuck me!"
He reached his hands around in front of her and kneaded her firm breasts. God, they were so soft and smooth, so full and dewy fresh. Her huge puckered nipples soared upwards, hardening to an even greater size between the tips of her fingers.
"Ooohhh fuck me, fuck me, more ... sooo big, aaahhhh!"
He held her against him, his large hands cupping her swollen breasts and his throbbing penis jabbing rhythmically upwards, filling her torrid sucking cunt with the excruciating pleasure of its hard buried length. She lifted her crammed pelvis and whirled about on the head of his penis obscenely, sucking and squeezing its hot fleshy bulk with her trembling swollen cuntal lips. . The exposed base of his prick screamed for her moist pussy to come down and swallow it again. He could feel the head of his cock pulsing madly between her juicy pink labia and the tremor of his imminent orgasm shook within his big sweating balls.
Lisa moaned excitedly, "I'm cuumminnng!"
He felt her cunt slip down hard over his exploding cock, sucking it into her up to the hilt, and he felt his prick drenched with her spewing cum as he came at last in a blazing fury of hot creamy semen, provoking a scream of wild delight from his naked, pumping, climaxing wife.
When the magic bliss of their mutual orgasms had faded, he held her close against him and laid his face in the soft perfume of her long ebony hair. She was already moving sexily again as she sat on him and reached down between her warm silky thighs, running a teasing finger through the thin film of cum that had dripped out of her inflamed twat onto his wrinkled sac.
"Oh, Seth, it was so good. Oh, thank you, darling, I love you, love you."
He lifted her off his shrinking cock, then lay her back on the bed. He marveled at the intensity of the lovemaking they had just shared, the joyously erotic sheer bliss of fucking each other that had been missing for so long and had just come back to stun both of them with the responsive passion it forced from their long-sleeping bodies. He' knew somehow that a miracle had just occurred, that from now on they would never forget again what wild pleasure they were capable of creating for each other. The smoking eyes of his voluptuous wife smiled up at him with a lustful moist sheen. They hadn't fucked like that in years. Only now, only after fucking Fran, had he been able to break the curse of sexual boredom and enjoy Lisa for the sensual goddess that she truly was. Damn, he couldn't get enough of her. He'd never get enough of her.
He parted her thighs and spread her hair-lined pussy lips with his thumbs. The raw inner flesh shone pink and ripe, twitching and flexing as she stretched luxuriously on the down comforter. His heart almost stopped as he tasted the exotic flesh of her distended labia on his tongue. How sweet, how tangy. God, he was starving to eat her pussy and his blunt realization drove them both crazy. His tongue and mouth worked furiously, devouring her delicious cunt with a squirming sucking passion.
Lisa almost floated off the bed, rubbing the cheeks of his handsome buried face with her inner thighs, arching her back up yearningly in dazed response to his open sucking mouth, and squeezing her juicy vagina around his wet screwing tongue in spasmodic ecstasy.
She hissed passionately, "Eat me! Darling, darling, Ooohhhh!"
He chewed her pubic hair and licked inside her twitching, squeezing twat. He bit her coral-colored clitty and sucked fluffy pink ridges of pussy meat into his warm mouth, holding them there and drawing his tongue back inside his mouth to lick and taunt the captured folds of spicy flesh. It was so good to feel her writhing, jerking, melting to the feel of his tongue. How could he have ignored the joys of eating her out for so long? In his frustration he had cut off his tongue to spite her virgin ass. But now he was back in form; his long hot erection rubbing against the bed, his face lost in the scrumptious crotch of his lovely wife.
Suddenly, he felt her hands pushing on the back of his head and her cunt straining tensely against his open mouth. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he burrowed his tongue up her sweet twat and sucked with all his might. In another moment her screams rent the air. "SETH, GOD, NOW, cuummiinngg; aaauugggh!"
like boiling lava, her pungent cum spurted out and entered between the passionate suction of his lips into his mouth. God, it tasted good. He drank at her gushing well for what seemed an eternity, then, holding the sloshing residue of her orgasmic flow in his closed mouth, he lifted his head slightly and turned her over onto her stomach. His cock seemed to grow an inch longer at the sight of her fully endowed buttocks. He parted her soft full cheeks and pushed his face into her long deep creamy gorge. Lisa shuddered with uncontrollable excitement as Seth opened his lips and let her own still-hot cum pour out onto her ass-hole
She was enchanted by the strange new feeling of his tongue licking at her anus and she moaned, "Oh, that's good. That's sooo good."
Then she felt him hitching himself up on top of her. He took her hands and made her spread her soft lush cheeks. She knew that this time she would let him do it to her. She had let Tom stick his finger up her rectum just that morning, and she knew that the time had come to let the man she loved stick his big cock in her ass. God, she loved him. She held her cheeks apart as wide as she could and lifted up her perfectly molded ass. She was ready at last to make the sacrifice that he had always wanted her to make, to subject herself to what she was sure would be a long and horrible torture. "I'm ready, Seth, mmmm, keep fingering me, baby. I'll try, darling, I'll really try."
Seth relished the sound of her voice, the unexpected cooperation that sweetened this long-awaited moment. He positioned the bloated head of his trembling cock against the moist brownish blossom of her rectum and began to move it in small swirls on the puckered skin, pushing it into the tiny entrance.
Lisa knew from the moment the huge purplish head of his prick began to stretch open her tight virginal ass-hole that it would be impossible to take the enormous thing in her ass. The pain wracked her body as she cried, "No, no stop. It can't fit, Seth, it can't fit." She was almost passing out under the searing widening pressure of his insane staff. She screamed, "UNNGGHH! STOP! PLEASE! IT HURTS! STOP! STOP!"
But suddenly the head of his cock popped through the anal ring of muscle and he began to pump it, screwing toward her bowels. The pain had lessened only a fraction but she stopped screaming, amazed that Seth's prick could actually fit inside her ass. And then her amazement changed into another feeling. A surge of pleasure was assailing her rectum with each deepening thrust of his long hard penis. She could feel the tingling inner skin of her anal channel awakening to a whole new world of erotic bliss as it molded itself around the taut flesh of his sliding prick. In another moment she was pushing her ass wildly up at him, sucking and massaging his wonderful cock with her ass as he banged it into the hilt.
She heard his husky wavering voice as if in a dream-"Lisa! Lisa! Lisa!"
She couldn't believe how good it was. She wanted his big cock pumping furiously inside her upraised ass forever. What a fool she had been to deny them both this thing that she had just discovered she wouldn't be able to live without. Oh, God, the way his fingers worked up a lather inside her twat-the way his prick filled her ass with meaty joy. She thought she would crawl right out of her skin. She moaned deliriously, "Ooohhh, Seth, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck it good!! "
She heard him scream, "I'M GOING TO CUUMMMMMMM!" and felt him shove it in as deep as it would go. Ooohhh! God, the way it squirted against her bowels. It was sooo hot. SO HOT! She felt both her ass and her pussy burst aflame with her own deep climax and she tore at the sheets, howling like a madwoman.
When it was over and he had pulled out, she began to suck his cock gratefully. She lifted her head momentarily from his glistening, hardening penis and asked, "Seth darling, I'll suck it for you, but would you mind very much if I didn't swallow your cum this time? I want to feel it shooting up my ass all hot and creamy again."
Seth smiled. "Of course, sweetheart."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Seth woke very early and dressed in Levi's and a heavy sweatshirt. He stood at the side of the bed and looked down at the pale beautiful face of his sleeping wife. He felt like a kid again, waking up earlier than his black-haired bride and taking one long last look at her soft lovely smile before going out for a morning walk. God, was she a beauty. He hadn't felt this close to her since those first sweet months of their marriage. It seemed that their twelve years together had all come down to this beautiful morning, this feeling of being reunited with the woman that he loved.
It was too good to be true. Not only had they rediscovered each other sexually, but they had added a whole new dimension of physical contact to their strengthened marriage. He could see the soft curve of her ass outlined under the cover and felt the blood rush to his head just looking at it. How often in life did you dream of something and then when you got what you wanted, lo and behold, it wasn't the usual letdown, but instead actually beyond your expectations. That's the way the feel of her anus sucking on his cock had been-an experience beyond anything he had imagined all of the times he'd stared at her sensual behind weaving seductively under a bikini or motionless with its soft round spheres tantalizingly suggested by a clinging cocktail dress.
He knew that the magic bliss of sodomy had been an even greater thrill for his wife than it had been for him. True, her ass had been the incomparable perfection of all that he had ever hoped for, but he imagined, from the way she had responded to his driving prick reaming out her satiny anus, that she had been totally overwhelmed with what he had done to her. He had known what intense pleasure could be had from ass-fucking. As a matter-of-fact, his whole vast assemblage of sexual memories, fantasies, and expectations focused on that one exquisite act of love, but for Lisa the soaring pleasure of what he had done to her with his throbbing tool was a completely unexpected miracle.
What a night they had spent together. What a wonderful woman shared his life. He bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead and heard a sigh whispering sweetly from between her open smiling lips. Then he tiptoed across the room, opened the sliding glass door, and went out onto the balcony.
He stood there, feeling fresh and new as he stared at the misty forest setting stretching out before him. What a strange thing it was to live a life of ordered frustration and emotional chaos for so many years, and then wake up one morning with your head and your life back in one piece, your eyes soaking up a beautiful meadow with a newly reborn sense of wonder, your heart warm with the knowledge that you were close to the woman you loved, and your cock resting in your jeans like a proud shrunken dagger. Mmmmmm, from now on he could stab her in that luscious naked fanny of hers whenever he wanted to, and, if Lisa and the others found the strength to be open and free, who could tell what other delights he might experience with that lusty hot-blooded Fran or that unexplored creamy young Polly?
Though he knew the forest around them couldn't care whether he and the others had ever come to visit it, he felt a sense of gratitude towards it because of the effect its open majesty was having on all of them, the irreversible power that the earth had to make visiting human beings question all of the silly and deadly habits they had accumulated by living in their crowded concrete deserts of group progress and individual idiocy, of men and women constantly denying that the one bond they had left to share amid the smoggy confusion was an incredible horniness.
Staying here, in the midst of a reality that was so much more timeless than the artificial passing fancies, neurotic sexual games, and manmade morality of the society in which they lived, he and Lisa had both quickly discovered that they had been hung up in their roles of husband and wife, breadwinner and hostess, etc., that they had forgotten the simple natural fact that they were above all a man and a woman who wanted to fuck each other to death instead of just withering away while they waited to be buried in the imagine plots that they had already started making installment payments toward.
They had both picked up the message of the forest around them, both realized that they'd been wasting precious time playing games instead of enjoying each other to the fullest while they had the chance. They were still young, in their prime, and they had cemented their determination to take advantage of their youth with an excruciatingly wonderful night of sodomy. They had finally completed the consummation of their union and were now male and female in the fullest sense, cock and pussy, cock and mouth, and cock and sweet tight ass. And it had all happened because of what this forest was showing all of them about life, about how everything could live together in harmony without the need of restrictions, be it plant, animal, or even human. He realized that unfortunately this was to be their last day in Eden and he gazed longingly at the green meadow, the rushing river, and the gigantic trees.
Seth felt the cold morning air swirling about him and he turned and slid the door closed behind him to keep his Lisa warm. Then he climbed over the railing and began walking down towards the meadow.
The busy life he had been leading in the city ... the endless competition in the tall concrete Hollis Building ... the social games at the cocktail parties in the suburbs; all of it seemed so distant to him now, as if his past life were some ridiculous parody featuring a well-groomed young executive maneuvering himself through each day like a marionette with a hard-on and his life took place in a make-believe theater. He was real, he was flesh and blood with a warm soul and a youthful pecker, yet he had spent over a decade playing games in a hostile, frustrating world of his own creation. He had had to prove to himself that he could be a success and so he had cultivated the natural advantages of his good looks, charm, and sharp business sense, turning himself into an executive commodity that Mark Hollis employed at a handsome salary; a suave young man that the secretaries thought about in the privacy of the ladies' room, a loving responsible husband who could always be counted upon as a thoughtful escort and a department store sugar daddy. But somewhere in the midst of his artificial success he had become a failure at life, he had lost the ability to enjoy all the things that he and Lisa possessed, lost even the wondrous lust that he had once felt at the sight of her nude perfection, and been left with only the false games he had cultivated in order to earn their well-heeled miserable situation-only the famous Seth smile, the softly confident Seth voice, the smooth Seth manner, and, of course, the Seth good breath.
But all of that had changed, now that he had been given a forest weekend with his wife and their friends, now that he had seen the light and arranged for himself to do all those sweet things he had always wanted to do, to sodomize Fran and then do the same between Lisa's lovely buttocks. In the two days they had spent here, he and Lisa had broken down sexual barriers that had been building up between them for over a decade. His prick started throbbing as he thought of all the beautiful nights that lay ahead for the two of them, the sweet creamy massages her soft full buttocks would give his wakening penis as it slid up and down, up and down, hardening into a long hot taut erection in the undulating, embracing passageway of her deep smooth sexy ass crack, and then the way her tight hot ass-hole would stretch open and swallow the head of his prick as she moaned in bliss and pumped her white naked bottom sensuously up at him, sucking in his tingling pecker inch by inch into the paradise of her soft, tight, twitching anus, and milking his long staff of buried cock flesh with a lusty crazed abandon until his steaming jiz coated her bowels with an explosion of hot cream and she screamed with delight.
As if the prospect of happily shoving it into his wife's eager fanny whenever he felt like it weren't enough to raise a lump in his Levi's, he mused on how they had recaptured all the old magic last night, how absolutely fantastic it had felt to have her riding his cock with her moist tender pussy squeezing it rhythmically, how spectacular it had been to suck and lick her molten, frantic snatch, to feel her mouth sucking on his buried prick, her tongue licking it with a rapid passion. They had done it all and, in the process, they had closed the monstrous gap that had been growing between them, threatening to drive them apart.
But now there was still more for him and Lisa, for all of them to achieve. He knew today must be the moment of truth, the last chance they all would have to totally destroy their sexual hang-ups; the same hang-ups they hadn't been able to discuss let alone deal with back in L.A. He sensed that every one of them had deep sexual frustrations, things that had smoldered inside of them for years, that they had suppressed in front of their mates. They had all been dishonest toward themselves because they felt a need to be dishonest towards their spouses, felt the necessity to play & game for so long that they'd tricked themselves, just as they'd tricked their mates, into believing that everything was all right and that they were perfectly satisfied sexually. When they would fail to convince themselves that everything was okay, when their hungry bodies no longer permitted them to deny the fact that they were dying a slow death of sexual frustration, they would lay next to their sleeping beloved one late at night and quietly play with themselves, most-likely dreaming of someone else, someone they would probably never get the chance to make love with, until they made themselves cum at last and then doze off into a fitful sleep, resting up for the moment when the clock radio would wake them up and start the battle raging in their minds all over again.
Here in Eden they had all come to realize that they'd been living their lives in an absurd fashion, all of them except perhaps Tom. It seemed his old friend had been doing nothing really new or unusual since they'd arrived. He was the only one who hadn't had some previously impossible sexual adventure. Seth laughed. He and Fran had begun their hopefully continuous liaison with a bang out in the forest, then they'd discovered Bill and Polly engaged in a carnal festival, and then, last night, he'd thrilled to his own beautiful Lisa's willingness to try something new and let him shove his long hot cock up her creamy ass and send her off to heaven. But it seemed that his buddy Tom was content to sit at the bar and drink away whatever was troubling him, instead of going out and fucking it away. It was ironic, Seth thought, that Tom had no idea his sultry little wife was fucking Bill.
The memory of that sexy Polly riding good old Simmons' pecker, her nude charms flung in a million dazzling, tempting angles as she writhed and wiggled and whipped her luscious body every which way in an erotic trance of forbidden fucking, was a vision that made Seth's cock harden spontaneously as he walked on the crisp grass. He and Fran had something on Polly now and, though he wasn't about to blackmail the little blonde into giving him his own personal piece of ass, he knew that he or Fran could probably hold what they knew about Polly over her pretty little head and force her into a group scene where he would get to fuck her anyway. He would have to suggest that possibility to Fran if he got a chance to talk to her. Fran would probably marvel again at his shrewd tactics.
He began to wonder how to maneuver everybody into a group scene. His earnest thoughts were interspersed with images of the bacchanal he was hoping to make a reality, and as he walked his prick hardened a lot or softened a little, depending on whether he woj imagining himself blowing his fucking nuts off in an actual orgy or trying just to figure out how to acquire that distant tantalizing goal. He kept seeing Polly's sweet rounded ass, her exquisitely upswept full rich breasts. He knew it was because she was the only one of the three beautiful women around him that he had never experienced sex with, because she also had one of the most lush, vibrant, and inviting bodies that he had ever seen, but what was he going to do about her husband? She and Bill could be induced into a group scene by some simple old catchall blackmail. No, it was Tom that was definitely the problem.
Well, hell, couldn't they just get him plastered, booze him up so that he'd be willing to do anything, even share his wife? Of course. That was it. Yeah, Tom wouldn't be any problem at all. Seth felt good inside because he knew that if he ever really got the chance to enforce his strategy, that he'd be doing his old friend, Herrick, a favor, helping him gain his freedom with a little assist from his executive pal.
There was still one remaining straggler though, his own lovely wife. How was he going to include her in the festivities he was planning? He knew he couldn't just take her into a room where everybody else was waiting to begin, and just say, "Honey, why don't we take our clothes off like our friends here and fuck all night right along with them?" No, he would have to prepare her for it, be open and honest with her. But how could he break the news about him and Fran to Lisa? And how could he share his new awareness with her; show her that extramarital sex, even group sex, was as necessary to their health and happiness as his weekly salary.
He finished crossing the lush expanse of meadow grass and began following the river upstream, walking along the mossy bank with his head bowed in thought. He didn't know how long he'd been strolling and thinking when he suddenly heard a soft voice calling from behind him. "Seth. Hey, Seth."
He turned, wondering who the hell it could be this early in the morning, and saw little Polly Herrick running up to the spot where he stood waiting with a ticklish curiosity and a funny feeling down in his balls. Mmmmm, did she look fine. Her big tits bounced healthily as she came toward him and he realized, with a hot flush about his temples, that there was no bra under her white billowy sweatshirt.
She reached him, ceasing her graceful jogging, and smiled up at him warmly, as she said between short breaths, "Whew! Hi, Seth, you out walking too? I couldn't sleep at all last night so I finally got up a little while ago and went out. Nice morning for a stroll, isn't it?"
He nodded. "Sure is, Polly."
She smiled prettily at him, "Nice morning for something else, too. Let's sit down and talk."
His cock tingled at the unmistakable inference of her words and tone of voice. He gathered a cushion of pine needles under some Sequoias and they sat down by the riverbank and looked at the sparkling water. She was an adorable little creature with her curves generously outlined under her jeans and sweatshirt and her pretty smiling face, and he glanced over her in an appreciative way. She reminded him of the full-bodied sexy little blonde who had been his first steady piece of ass back in high school.
The little pixie looked up into his eyes and said in a sweet playful voice, "You know, Seth, you're not like my husband or Bill. You're quieter, more sophisticated, kind of a thinking man or something."
He replied modestly, "The truth is, Polly, that I'm probably not as bright as Tom or Bill. I'm a lot more confused about things. That's why I have to spend all of my time thinking."
Polly giggled delightedly at his wit and then fell against him suggestively, pushing her breast against his arm. "Ow!" she faked and cupped her hands under her swollen mammary, pretending she had just bruised its lovely flesh by bumping into him. His prick was stiff and hot from the shock of how firm, how incredibly solid her breast had been against his arm.
His desire focused in his clear burning eyes as he stared at her, knowing that this would be the perfect opportunity, and playfully asked, "Would you like me to kiss the boo-boo?"
Her eyes seemed to melt and she smiled softly, radiantly. She purred, "Mmmmmm Hmmm," and lifted up her fluffy sweatshirt.
His brain almost snapped completely at the sight of Polly's breasts. He had only seen them partially the morning before, from the distance of a cautious voyeur, but now they stood proud, naked, glistening only inches in front of his eyes. They were so huge on that little girl, she was built like the sweater girl of the century, yet they were somehow in inviting proportion to her sensuous torso. Their graceful upswell of firm creamy flesh, their sweet distended generous nipples, made his prick stiffen into a quivering arrow.
The rosy flesh of her high milky melons swelled and flushed with anticipation as his tongue moistened the deep cleft between them, then licked up one mound until it came to a stiffly pointed, pink-brown nipple. Polly moaned as he sucked one divine breast and fondled the other with a sensitive palm. She was so responsive, so alive yet mellow, like an adolescent nymphomaniac with all the warm full charms of a mature woman in her prime. He could taste the spicy throbbing flesh of her nipple against his wet moving tongue, could feel her other nipple swelling back against his thumb as forcefully as he had pressed on it in his fondling massage. She was going crazy, moaning, "Seth, Seth", and man, did she have the equipment to go crazy with. Hell, enough to make both of them go crazy!
She reached over to him and he felt her little hand frantically undoing the snaps on the crotch of his blue jeans. His big penis jumped out hard and ready and hot into her soft, sensitively massaging hand, and she rubbed his long eager staff slowly, gasping with delight at the feel of its juicy pulsing flesh in her jerking hand. She moaned, "Wait a minute, honey." Then she pushed him gently away and stood up to undress.
Seth sat there massaging his erect penis as Polly dropped her jeans and stepped out of them to reveal her now completely nude form. She turned and arched her alabaster buttocks back at him, sensuously swinging her fully rounded cheeks to and fro like the erotic sex kitten that she undeniably was, taunting him with her lewd ripe fanny as he jerked himself furiously and stared at the large, smooth, jutting mounds of her ass. He slowed the movement of his hand on his steaming cock to keep himself from cumming, as she did another about face, moving her tits deliciously before him and fingering the soft brown-haired pussy between her fully creamy thighs with a glazed look in her half-open eyes and a lusty smile of erotic abandon on her moist tender lips.
Her open lips moistened lasciviously as she came and stood above him with her feet straddling his hips. Her voice purred, "How about a nice warm fuck, honey?"
He could only reply by laying back and rubbing his stiff erection harder, mumbling, "Y-yes, come here, come here."
Slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered herself down until the moist reddened lips of her cunt parted sweetly over the the pulsating head of his prick. Mmmmmm, she was so soft and nice inside, so warm and smooth and pillowy. He pumped his stiff trembling cock gently upward, feeling her tight pussy swallow more and more of his boiling staff as she sighed dreamily and screwed downward with a squeezing motion. Her pussy grew warmer as it sucked on his slowly entering penis, molding its smooth clinging inner skin all around his advancing cock, kneading the upper half of his hot love stick with its rippling walls of silken vaginal flesh, its muscles thrilling to the hard rod that he was slowly, relentlessly, screwing deeper up inside her. Her lush rounded breasts were heaving with soaring passion, her head back and her upturned face radiant as she sucked up another half inch of his sizzling tool in her soft yearning cunt.
She was driving him crazy, frying his brain with the unbelievably intense hyper-reality of her aroused sensuality, her total immersement in erotic joy. The rapture on her face, her tauntingly beautiful, swollen bobbing tits, the way her soft moist twat sucked on his half-buried prick, it was all nice, so maddeningly sweet and exciting. He couldn't take it anymore and he rammed his frantic cock all the way up inside her and held it there, straining with every muscle in his loins to feel as much of her silken cunt as possible.
She swooned above him, almost fainting for lack of breath. She swayed softly in a circular motion, unable to do anything but scream with delight at each piercing rapid thrust of his long hot penis, as he pumped from beneath her, shoving it in each time at a slightly different, thrillingly new angle. Then she bent forward over him. He craned his head up to meet her gorgeous flowing breasts with his hot wet tongue.
Polly moaned sweetly, "Mmmmmm, suck, suck, baby, suck and fuck, suck and fuck!"
His hands roamed all over the full white cheeks of her ass and he gripped their honeyed flesh, holding her down on his driving cock as he sucked her warm minty nipples. He held her down on his pumping member and felt the sinuous muscles of her inner thighs assisting the rhythmic squeezing of her tight, quivering, stuffed cunt, felt her heavenly buttocks, flexing slowly, hungrily, under his hands, her firm, stiffly pointed nipples throbbing in his sucking mouth and burning against his teasing tongue, her whole body tensing in the concentrated effort to make his hot semen squirt like a frothy stream of egg white deep up her crazily sucking twat. The whole length of his deeply fucking prick was caught in the clinging undulations of her wonderful cunt tunnel and he wondered what it would be like to give the lusty little animal all the head she needed to ride him freely by lifting his hands a little to let her ass pump them both to a paradise of cumming. His grip loosened and he let her ride on his cock with a pulsing rhythmic intensity, feeling her pussy jerking off his buried prick with an up and down sucking movement, as he heard the staccato sound of her big creamy buttocks pumping eagerly and slapping repeatedly against his sweating palms.
He realized excitedly, in the midst of his dazed blissful thoughts, that he had seen Polly and Bill in this same position, and that this must be her favorite way to fuck. The image of the fucking he had witnessed just yesterday projected vividly in his mind, and he thought he'd go mad with the sheer pleasure of actually feeling her riding with the same uninhibited passion on his own intoxicated pecker. He had known just by watching her yesterday morning that she was a freak for sit-down fucking, a girl rodeo star par excellence, a nymphomaniacal beauty who would gladly give her eye teeth to strip down and ride a big bucking cock, and God, was she loving riding on his now, pumping like a madwoman and cramming his mouth with a feast of hot sweaty tit. He felt the smooth wet inner walls of her pussy writhing insanely against his prick, sucking, milking, wonderfully massaging it with her excruciatingly tight, responsive cuntal walls, as he plunged again and again through the molten passageway.
Her sweating tits seemed to grow even firmer, even hotter in his sucking, licking mouth ... her rounded ass rose and fell voluptuously, its softly swollen creamy mounds of flesh trembling with lust ... the clinging walls of her hot squeezing vagina tortured his hungry penis. God! God! Was it good! He felt his cock exploding like a Roman candle, squirting bright wet bullets of hot jiz into the deepest recesses of her body.
Polly screamed, "MEEE TOOOOO!" and the whole of his ejaculating staff was showered with her spewing cum.
After the simultaneous orgasmic delight had drained from their bodies, Polly got off him and immediately started licking his shrunken dripping cock. Her mouth worked so naturally and sweetly that he was sure that giving head was something she should do every day of her life. Her tongue felt so nice, so eager and knowledgeable. He felt his prick growing hard again in her deep sweet mouth.
"Mmmmm, suck it, Polly, suck it."
Tom had awakened to the sound of the door banging closed. His head was thick and foggy and he rubbed his eyes, staring at the clock on the nightstand. Six a.m. What the hell? Then it began coming back to him in a haze. He had not quite eaten all of his dinner when he had excused himself and stumbled to the bathroom. After that the others must have carried him upstairs and tucked him into bed. That meant he'd slept maybe twelve hours and the hangover buzzing in his brain would be fairly easy to shake off.
He looked to the other side of the bed and saw that Polly was gone. Suddenly, the sound of the door closing was recalled by his sharpening mind. He sat up and shook his head. That must have been Polly just leaving. He got up and drew the curtains from the picture window. His eyes searched the meadow until he caught a glimpse of blonde hair. His vision strained and he saw the tiny form of his wife moving behind the distant trees before she finally disappeared upstream. .
He dressed quickly, then went downstairs and out the great oak door. He walked leisurely. For some reason he wasn't trying to catch up with her and he soon realized why. He had the feeling that she was out for more than an innocent walk. Why else would she be awake at six in the morning? She had gone after something or someone.
About twenty minutes later he saw who the someone was as he hid behind a tree in the forest. There was his Polly riding up and down on Seth Wakefield's cock. To his surprise he was staring at the passionate couple with no feeling of anger whatsoever. Instead he admired how his cute little vixen was moving her ass around. She had always been full of surprises and the sight of her making love to another man brought him relief instead of pain. He had always wanted to have an open unbinding marriage with his little Polly, but he had never had the courage to suggest that they both have sex with other people. Now he knew that she must have-likewise wanted the same thing and been also afraid to say anything about it. They were certainly alike, he and Polly, maybe that's why he loved her so much.
He almost felt a sense of gratitude toward Wakefield as he watched his friend and associate screw his naked wife. He certainly didn't feel any anger towards Seth, that was for sure. He laughed to himself, realizing how hypocritical anger would be considering the fact that he'd just fucked Lisa yesterday. Then he turned and walked back toward the lodge. He felt good as he strolled through the forest, his mind churning with the delicious possibilities of his newfound freedom.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tom savored the taste of the Scotch, letting it trickle back slowly down his soothed throat. It tasted almost as good as Lisa's pussy. For a moment he contemplated the notion of going up to the Wake-fields' bedroom and throwing a quick fuck into Seth's sexy wife, but instead he poured himself another drink, deciding that there was no hurry since he would shortly be able to enjoy her at his leisure, make a casual occasion out of a weekday lunch hour anytime he felt like dropping in on her for an afternoon meal. Why hurry? When he got through talking to Seth there would be no cause to rush or be secretive or feel guilty ever again.
He laughed to himself, seeing his plans in a new perspective and realizing that he would actually be getting himself two wives simply by sharing the one he already had. That meant Polly could fill up the free time, when he wasn't around, with his friend Seth, and he could do the same with Lisa. He knew instinctively that the arrangement would improve his personal sex life with his little blonde mate, since she loved to fuck in streaks, long sessions sometimes lasting all weekend, and she'd, of course, be more excited in their night-time bed if she'd spent the afternoon getting hotter and hotter by sucking and fucking Wakefield's prick. That's the way it was with Polly; it took her a long time to cum but once she did her snatch would be screaming for more and she'd fuck him and suck him until she was heated up to her peak then bathe his cock or his tongue with a constant flow of orgasmic juices.
Tom downed the rest of the amber liquid in his glass and poured himself another shot. He felt beautiful, the same way he always felt when he figured out a way to make everyone happy. That's the way it had always been with Tom. He could make people happy even when he wasn't trying, and when he did try, well, he had just come up with a perfect arrangement, hadn't he? Both he and Seth would get twice as much pussy without lifting a finger, and that was smart economics, a thing his stock analyst friend would surely admire.
Tom compared the taste of the Scotch to Lisa's delicious cunt once more. God, was she a woman, as soft and lovely and feminine as could be. He certainly wouldn't be getting the short end of the deal. He hadn't eaten a woman that passionately in years, neither Polly nor any of the secretaries he had ravaged as a substitute for the distant Mrs.
Wakefield, and he marveled that what was once unobtainable would soon be his regularly. They had already established an intimacy with the delirious morning they had enjoyed yesterday and he imagined what sweet further pleasures he would share with Lisa, what wonderful mornings and afternoons he would spend exploring every curve of her milky white body, every inch of her smooth sweet skin, sucking and fucking with that black-haired goddess whenever they both wanted to.
And, of course, he was planning to enjoy her at night also. But that was another matter, yes, that was part of the group scenes that all four of them would soon be enjoying, the orgiastic nights of multiple intercourse that beckoned in his imagination. He wondered what it would be like to lick Lisa's naked pussy while his own Polly worked on his dong with her deep warm mouth and took care of Seth's pecker with that sweet, tight, hungry hole between her thighs. Or, how about fucking Lisa in that creamy bottom of hers while she sucked on her husband's cock and he ate Polly's crotch. There would be so many tantalizing possibilities once the four of them got together and became the interchangeable sexual pieces in a delightful game of orgy that they could all play any old time.
Suddenly, Tom's plans took on a new dimension. He had originally thought he'd suggest to Seth that they create a switchy alliance, trade wives and work on the girls to eventually do a group scene with him and Wakefield, but Tom had just realized that there was no reason to wait, that the girls had obviously enjoyed their extramarital flings and were both probably already fantasizing on what a group scene might be like. Why not set up the first orgy for tonight, right here in Eden. Yeah, that's what he'd do. Christ, between Lisa and Polly, he and Seth would have enough beautiful pussy to feed an army.
He could feel his cock stiffening at just the thought of how exciting it was going to be tonight, how fucking wild it was going to be to enjoy two naked women at once, with his old buddy thrown in to share the fun. All these years Tom had wanted to try group sex, heard stories about passionate daisy chains for oral freaks like himself, heard all kinds of things, but had never come any closer to having two women then the times when he'd fucked Polly and watched her pumping reflection in the large mirror they had gotten for their bedroom.
He was sure that Seth would be agreeable to his plans. After all, they both had something in common now. Both of their wives had been untrue to them and Tom had devised a way to turn their infidelity into an advantageous situation. They were going to turn out to be the two luckiest husbands that ever got cheated on by their wives, going to form a two-man Cuckold's Club based on the notion .that all a husband had to do when his wife played around, was to tell her that if she wanted to fuck someone, she should go fuck his brother cuckold. In the meantime, the other dishonored husband would tell his wife the same thing and send her to the first guy's house. That way the girls could enjoy the thrill of cheating on their husbands while the men could simultaneously exchange wives. He patted himself on the back mentally. Pretty smart, man, pretty damn clever.
He downed the rest of his drink and headed for the front door. He wanted to find Wakefield before he and Polly got back. That way they could talk in privacy outdoors. As soon as he closed the massive oak door behind him, he saw Seth rounding the front corner of the lodge and heading towards him. Tom smiled, "Hi, Seth ol' man, how's it goin'? "
Seth looked up, turned a bright red, and stuttered, "U-uh, okay, Tom, h-how you?"
Tom burst into laughter and put a reassuring hand on Seth's shoulder. "Ha ha, wow! You should see your face, looks like an elephant's tampax. Don't worry man, I already know all about it. I saw you two out there and I've got a confession to make."
Seth's head was spinning. "W-what's that, Tom."
Tom laughed again. "I fucked your wife just yesterday!"
Seth couldn't believe it. "Lisa?" Tom nodded.
Seth leaned against the wall and shook his head in wonder. Jesus, Lisa had cheated on him. He felt paralyzed, caught between an absurd conditioned impulse to belt Tom in the kabosh and the knowledge that it was absolutely ludicrous for him to feel any anger toward his friend, considering the fact that the head of his cock was stuck to his jockey shorts because of the post-seminal fluid that had dripped out in the few short minutes since he'd dropped his load in Polly's mouth. How could you put down a guy for fucking your wife when you had just finished ravishing his sweet lady?
It was easy for him to grasp the reasons why he felt no anger towards his slightly inebriated friend, but why wasn't he tearing his hair out and howling with rage about his unfaithful wife, like they did in the movies? He was truly surprised to feel no bitterness at the news and he wondered if he had lost a nut somewhere. Oh, yes, he had most assuredly been thinking of himself as the sexual liberator since they'd been here in Eden, but that was always in the context of him fucking his way through the two other men's wives, and Lisa not fucking anyone else until he was theoretically good and ready to accept her infidelity, until he had set everything up just the way he wanted and finally given her his blessing to proceed with the business of initiating herself into the pleasures of extramarital love. But what Tom had just told him was something he was totally unprepared to handle, completely amazed to hear. And yet here he was handling the news very calmly and his own maturity was as much of a surprise to him as the fact that Lisa had been untrue to him.
Was this the way it was? You went through your life fearing something that left you unruffled when it actually happened, that made you wonder whether all your notions about being hurt and cuckolded weren't actually some silly little ego game that could be abandoned as easily as you took off your shirt. Still, it didn't make any sense at all to react evenly to the news that his lovely wife of twelve years had let another man fuck her. No, it didn't make any sense at all, not unless there were further implications to this bombshell, some good side to it all that his mind couldn't as yet grasp, some hidden benefit that he couldn't figure out quite yet, but that balanced out whatever hurt or resentment he might feel in his subconscious. Yes, that had to be it. Why else would Tom, of all things, be delighted that he had just spent a naked morning with Polly out in the forest? What the hell could Herrick be so pleased about?
He looked up at Tom and saw the look the little man always gave him when he was patiently waiting for him to perceive some angle he had overlooked. Yes, Tom was once again amusedly watching the wheels turn in his head, but his head was still at a loss. What possible joy could Tom have gotten out of watching him fuck Polly? What possible realization was he expecting him to grasp and celebrate over, especially about something as bizarre as being told that Lisa had cheated on him? Suddenly, he was aware of what the revelation meant for him. Of course! The burden was gone. He wouldn't have to feel guilty about Fran and Polly. He wouldn't have to lie to Lisa or hide anything he did from her ever again. She felt the same way he did! He had proof of it now and there wouldn't have to be any more doubt, games, fruitless hours of trying to figure out a way to liberate his wife sexually. She had liberated herself without him even suspecting it. She had done all the work for him and now the path was open, the situation was equalized, and they could proceed hand in hand, honestly, toward a new world of sexual freedom for the two of them, an open understanding that from now on they could do whatever they felt they had to do to satisfy their needs, even if it involved sex with someone else.
He would tell Lisa about his unfaithfulness tonight; tell her he already knew about her and Tom, and then they would be on their way to a new life. They could be so much closer, so much more able to fulfill the deep love they felt toward each other, if they didn't have to hide any of their feelings from each other. It was all a matter of acceptance, and he knew that, just as he had accepted the news he'd just heard, Lisa would accept the confession he would make to her tonight. After all, they were in this thing together and from now on they could do everything together, even the group scene that he had been trying to arrange. Yes, they could both experience the rare pleasure of an orgy. It could actually happen now!
He broke out laughing and grasped Tom's hand, shaking it in friendly thanks. "Herrick, you're too much. You've just made me a very happy man."
Tom grinned, full of camaraderie. "So you get the idea huh, Seth? Good. I thought you'd take it that way. I did too, just a half hour ago, when it was my turn to find out what my wife was up to. You know what this can mean, don't you?"
Seth smiled, "Switchies, for one thing. And how does group sex sit with you as another possibility?"
Tom laughed and clapped Seth on the shoulder affectionately. "Yeah, you get my drift alright, brother. But listen, Seth, let's take advantage of it while we're here. Why don't Polly and I come up to see you and Lisa tonight?"
Seth laughed, "Great! Wonderful!"
They shook hands in perfect understanding, opened the huge front door, and walked inside.
Polly had waited for a short interval while
Seth had walked back from the forest, then followed at a leisurely pace so that they wouldn't be seen together. He was so smart, that Seth. She squeezed her thighs together subtly as she walked, and lazily savored the delicious feeling of his hot semen sloshing about inside her. He'd been so responsive, so masterful with that long hard cock of his, reaming out every inch of her smooth inner pussy skin, touching every aroused pinpoint of erotic flesh in her squeezing sucking tunnel. She could still feel it inside, hard and hot and throbbing, moving every which way, slower, faster, all around, deep, deep, and then slowly back out until she held its moist pulsating head between her frantically aroused labia, clinging to it as desperately as an infant sucks and clings to a nipple, as a helpless being clings to the rapture of an all-' powerful force. God, he had been such a sensitive lover.
She walked through the clustered trees, seeing the meadow in the distance and wondering if Seth had already arrived back at the lodge. She certainly didn't want Tom to discover where she'd been. If he found any cause to question her about her fidelity, she knew she would have to tell him the truth, tell him what she had just done with Seth Wakefield. And then if he asked, "Who else?" she would probably find herself telling him about Bill, maybe even about the affair she had once had with that grocery boy.
She knew, of course, in her own mind why she had done the unheard-of thing-fucking and sucking her husband's two best friends, both within twenty-four hours. All of her life she had only really experienced Tom's short, wide, almost triangular pecker. Oh, his prick was certainly capable of producing unique thrills, like the times she got into an alluring canine position on the bed and he drove it into her pussy from behind, stretching her glistening pink twat lips wide, giving her so much thick hot cock meat to squeeze on, until she was no more than a raving lunatic, pumping her peaches and cream buttocks furiously as her cunt sizzled with the feel of his boiling tree stump and her molten cum flooded out of her snatch and trickled endlessly down the milky-white skin on the backside of her creamy thighs. But, as beautiful as Tom could be, she hadn't been able to disregard the stories that she had heard from other women, especially Fran, about the size of some men's peckers, especially Bill's. No, she hadn't been able to shake the notion that Tom's penis might be a little abnormal, that, despite its lust-inspiring, pussy-trenching shape, she might be missing something that another man could offer her. And then came the affair with the grocery boy-a hopeless venture at best. Yet she had received proof at the sight of his long hot cock that there was a certain special something that some men had hanging in their pants, even though the grocery boy himself didn't know how to use that shiny lengthy bat of his and struck out in a hurry every time.
Perhaps, the certain knowledge she had acquired of what she'd been missing might have remained something that she never acted upon, never turned into a reality, aside from the torrid half-remembered, half-make-believe image of a long, throbbing hot tool that tortured her imagination after Tom had gone to sleep or during her lonely afternoons, and made her finger move into the soft brown bush between her opened thighs and fuck her yearning pussy. But strange circumstances had come about from their flight to Eden, a magic combination made up of her long-felt attraction to Bill, her lurid desire for a long cock just like the one she heard he had, her sense of freedom here in the forest, and the plain old opportunity to do it with him. And, God, had they done it! Twice now she had taken his enormous weapon in her sweet little twat, felt him shoving that gorgeous log all the way up inside her, so deep that she feared he'd leave a telltale hole in the top of her head. And when she'd gotten used to it, she'd started cumming like crazy, bathing his hot, hard, gigantic staff with an endless flow of divine juices.
She had meant to cool it, slow down their affair if possible because, despite her fascination with his massive penis, she knew it was inviting trouble to fuck Bill day after day. And then, trouble had come. Fran had confronted her with the truth about her and Bill, forced her to agree to the incredible scene that had taken place last night. But what had first struck her as trouble turned out to be a blessing in disguise, a fantastic night with both a man and a woman. They all must have fucked and sucked until three or four in the morning and then sleep had overcome the Simmonses and Polly had gone back to her own bedroom.
But she couldn't sleep. No, she was hot as a firecracker and she played with herself till dawn, more aroused than she could ever remember being, turned into a veritable nymphomaniac and filled with a crazed need for even more, as if she were waking from a long sleep into a world where her body was the only law, the only ethic she could live by any longer. Its hungry flesh tormented her with its sultry demands to be fulfilled, to be fucked in every hole again and again, to be immersed in an ocean of boiling semen, feel it shooting up into her tight pussy, squirting against her bowels, ejaculating into her grateful mouth and inundating her tongue with its salty essence.
She paused to rest from her masturbation, to try to get a grip on herself and control the raging fire within, when she saw someone walking out on the meadow beyond the window. She jumped up and looked out at the tall slim figure. It was Seth. Before she realized what she was doing, she was spraying her pussy with feminine deodorant and fixing her hair in the dresser mirror.
So she had gone after and enjoyed the suave Wakefield also, but she knew it wasn't only because of the frustrated state of mind she had been in when she saw him out there walking alone. It seemed that Seth had been evoking a powerful attraction out of her ever since the previous afternoon, when he'd tactfully saved her from Fran's sarcastic remarks. He was such a sensitive person, so much more refined than Bill or her husband, and she'd suddenly realized that he would probably be a fantastic lover. That realization, that glimpse of his noble inner nature and probable masculine prowess, had been the seed of what had grown steadily, watered by her constantly erotic mood and his gentle manner, and finally blossomed into the wonderful fucking they had just shared.
Polly walked on the crisp green meadow grass like a little sprite, full to the brim with playful thoughts, bright hopes, and hot jiz. She knew that the fact she had enjoyed Bill and Seth would make her all that much hotter for her own Tom, for the one man she knew she'd always love through the thick and the thin, the ups and downs of life. She had fucked Bill out of her fascination for his totally different and tautly impressive penis, fucked Seth out of her need to experience lovemaking with a mystifying, contemplative sort of a man; but Tom would always be her sweet daddy, the only man who she shared a real bond with, a union so intense that it was beyond anything else, any other part of her life. He was so much in one small package, the affectionate little boy taking her for a walk in the park, the generous husband taking her out for the finest of meals and, mmmm, the dirtiest of movies ... he was the Brahma bull in their bed, snorting, laughing, pumping his cock into her like a steam hammer, or groveling at her delirious snatch with his sloshing, screwing, hot wet tongue. Yes, he was her darling, her one and only love. Other men could fill her pussy, but only Tom could fill her heart.
As Polly neared the front of the lodge she suddenly heard voices and halted to hide and eavesdrop on Tom and Seth's conversation. She heard almost everything they said and, even after they had gone inside, she remained right where she was, shaking her head in disbelief.
So Tom had been playing with Lisa. So they were going to have a foursome tonight. She'd suspected Tom of being unfaithful to her many times in the past, but had accepted the probability easily, balancing his imagined violations of their vows with her own private affair with the grocery boy, and, now that she had just heard proof of his infidelity, she followed her natural pattern, finding it amazingly easy to be tolerant of the fornication he had shared with Lisa because she knew she was equally guilty with Bill, with Fran, with Seth. How could she put Tom down for enjoying one extramarital partner when she had just spent an hour with her third lover of the weekend?
The intensity of lovemaking endlessly, the implications of her recent chain of wild activities, made her wonder what was going on, forced her to try and draw some meaning out of what was happening to her. She knew she was changing and she knew that it was happening rapidly, beyond her control, as if fate had decreed this awakening of pure erotic zeal in her and all she could do was try to hang on and ride the whirlwind. Not that she was complaining, of course. She was totally delighted, enthralled, and mystified with the magic thing her body had become. All these years she'd thought she was a bit oversexed, but compared to the way she was acting in Eden, her previous life had been right down the block from the convent. Yet, as ironic as her past looked in this strange new perspective, the future looked even more incredible. She had felt totally natural during each of her encounters, even during the undeniably exciting experience of kissing and licking Fran's pussy. She knew that, if she felt natural doing those crazy things, there was no real limit to what she might participate in from now on, no end to the irresistible pleasures she could enjoy simply by giving in to the beckoning lure of a chance to use her rich, mellow, hungry body in some enticing new way. God, she wanted to do everything and it had taken her all these years to admit it to herself, to accept herself for what she was, a, well, a nymphomaniac, yes, a nymphomaniac.
Suddenly she realized why everything was falling into place so neatly in her mind, why she could express her true nature so clearly for the first time. Now that she had let herself go and enjoyed such bliss, she couldn't deny what she had felt with her own tight little twat any more than she could dismiss the fact that her extramarital actions were committed out of need, were the real-life enactment of the deeply grooved, chronic fantasies she had been plagued with to the point of two, three, sometimes four lusty masturbations daily.
But the greatest factor that had permitted this self-reckoning of hers was the proof she had just gained of Tom's unfaithfulness. In the past she had conceived of herself as something a million miles away from what she actually was, and she knew that it was because deep within her a decision had been made to play a game and deny what her body had kept trying to tell her. And that decision, that basic cop-out, was one of fear, the fear of losing her husband because he wouldn't be able to accept the implications of her undistilled sexuality, of her need for pleasure with partners outside of their marriage.
Now, however, there was no longer any basis for such a fear, since Tom was not only willing for her to have sex with someone else, but was even so fortuitously kind as to arrange matters with Seth and Lisa. It was unbelievable. She had shivered with pleasure all through last night in the midst of a threesome, and now, tonight, she was going to enjoy a sexual quartet, share the delights of another couple's beautiful bodies with her own wonderful Tom. Mmmmmm, her pussy was already wetting at the thought.
The remembered rapture of Seth's sleek cock sizzled in her mind and she wondered what it would be like to have his practiced tool pumping up her tight anus, wondered what Lisa would be like to watch, to admire, perhaps even to eat. Her torrid imaginings blossomed quickly as she realized that Tom's initial arrangement could result in her someday feeling two cocks inside her body simultaneously. Oh, God, yes, Seth electrifying her rectum and Tom cramming her mouth, or one man reaming out her pussy while the other gave her his cock in her big creamy tushy, or, even, yes, Bill also, three men enjoying her three love holes while she went stark-raving mad with frantic pleasure.
Wait a minute, why couldn't all six of them partake of tonight's orgy? Why not include Bill and Fran? What had kept Seth from suggesting such a hexagon to Tom? Fran had told Polly that Seth had given her a sweet one in the ass. Fran had also revealed that Seth had witnessed the naked copulation she had performed with Bill out in the forest. That meant he knew that Bill was no angel. And, of course, he had an intimate knowledge of Fran's willingness to play. So why, then, had he not included them in the plans for tonight's luscious festivities?
Polly laughed, realizing that Seth was probably just too excited about what he was going to enjoy tonight to think of inviting them. She knew Tom certainly would have asked them to join in the carnal fun, if he had known that they both would want to. Tom would never miss such an opportunity, the loveable lecher. She thought it very funny that Tom and Seth were probably feeling like two brilliant entrepreneurs, about to dazzle their wives with a night of group sex. And yet, she herself would be the only real veteran of an orgy in tonight's foursome, the only one of them that had actually experienced sex with more than one partner. Consequently, she could perfect the arrangements so much more coolly, and she took it upon herself to do so without delay.
The three relaxed, laughing couples enjoyed their last day in Eden by picnicking out on the back meadow, munching on a variety of sandwiches and fruits, drinking an occasional beer, running around and throwing frisbees back and forth, and whatnot. The men played Cowboys and Indians, hiding from each other behind the line of Sequoias at the edge of the meadow, and so on. They gave each other funny names and the women howled as they watched them run around and scream out to each other.
"What are we going to do, Marshall Coxman of The Western Hemisphere?" cried Bill.
Seth called back, "Keep circling around him, Plumfoot, ol' faithful Indian sell-out!"
"Fuck you guys!" screamed Tom from somewhere in amongst the trees. "You'll never get Chief Blunt Arrow!"
It was that kind of an afternoon. Everybody felt like a kid.
After a short break to wolf down some more food and wolf-whistle at their wives, the three men went back to their casual fun, throwing Bill's constant traveling companion, a well-worn football, back and forth, pretending they were pros until there was no longer enough light to play by, and they went back inside the lodge to sniff around in the kitchen and find out what their wives were preparing for dinner.
They had a feast for their last meal in Eden, a twenty-five pound roast turkey that Fran had pried out of the deepfreeze and put in the oven hours earlier. It was juicy and tender as could be, the perfect dinner for their friendly, mellow mood, served with all the trimmings one only got on holidays. They ate by candlelight and Seth mused that they could all well have been a band of people who lived off the land, that he and Bill and Tom had gone out hunting and come back with the great bird they were now enjoying, like feudal lords, with their lusty women, all six of them ripping pieces off the delicious turkey and stuffing their mouths with greasy hands, laughing and joking loudly across the table. It was great fun.
Lisa had barely finished her after-dinner coffee when Seth hustled her upstairs with an encouraging arm about her waist and a playful series of suggestive whispers that made her giggle. As Seth closed the bedroom door behind them, Lisa wondered why her darling was in such a hurry to make love? It had been such a nice slow day. The picnic on the meadow, the warm laughter they had shared with their friends. He'd certainly rushed her through dinner though, certainly been anxious to get into a situation where they could be alone. She wanted him, of course, wanted sex itself much more than she ever had before, but it seemed a little silly to hurry off to bed when they had all night before them.
Maybe that was just it, though, the excitement of having all night to make love, hours and hours of his hard cock in her smooth naked fanny, the feel of his mouth suckling at the vaginal well-spring of her aroused femininity, all the wonderful things they had done last night coming to life again tonight and yes, tomorrow night and the night after, forever. They both knew now that every night would be filled with a promise of uninhibited ecstasy.
Lisa shivered with delight at the realization that her swollen labia were soaking wet, eager to kiss the pulsating head of his rod and part hungrily to let his long, hot, hard cock slide in. She trembled with excitement as he sat her down next to him on the bed. She felt like a young girl practically cumming with breathless willingness, but there was something else in it, too, some part of her already floating in a warm sensuous haze of sweet, slow fucking, a mellowness which she knew could only be the new blossoming of erotic bliss that had transformed her overnight into a mature woman.
She was hungry, very hungry. She had denied herself not only the pleasure of sodomy but the whole joy of being a complete woman, and she wanted to spend her whole lifetime catching up, to fill the vessel of her voluptuous body with thousands of warm cozy nights made out of sweet whispers and tons of dreamy cock. Beneath her aroused excitement ran a deep river of sensuality, and she smiled, full of lusty determination to let it run its course for the rest of her life.
It was wonderful just to sit next to him and feel the heat radiating from his lean body. They had finally done it all last night, finally popped her anal cherry and tasted its sweetness together, him pumping that hot staff into her tight quivering anus, and her drunk with dizzying pleasure at the feel of it in her moist, frantic, clinging tunnel. The memory of their excruciatingly wonderful sodomy filled her thoughts and her luscious ass squeezed instinctively. She could 'still feel his big cock screwing up her rectum, still feel the incredible ecstasy of his hot jiz squirting deep up inside her yearningly sucking corn-hole as her rectum squeezed madly around his long hot buried prick. "Lisa?"
She looked into his loving eyes. "What, darling?"
He smiled gently, "Honey, I want to tell you something."
She nodded, waiting for him to say what he had to say, and suddenly felt a chill run up her spine, wondering if he knew about her and Tom, if he were about to confront her, if he somehow could have found out that-
"I've been unfaithful to you here in Eden."
Her mouth fell open at his words and her mind was dazed with surprise, with irony, and with relief, all happening in the one explosive moment when his words registered in her consciousness, when she realized that instead of exposing her, he had exposed himself, that he was admitting to the very thing she had feared he'd discovered about her. Her own sense of relief that he hadn't confronted her with what she had done had an unusual effect on her ability to cope with his admission of infidelity. She realized how absurd it would be for her to feel cheated, since she had been concentrating on an equal admission, and any of the old, sick, ego-based jealousies or hurt feelings that might have crawled into her mind under different conditions had no chance to torment her with their dark shadows, not in the clear light, the rational perspective that her own lack of innocence permitted her to employ. .
Lisa began to feel a strong overall reaction to Seth's statement, an overpowering urge to tell him about Tom. A wave of love for her husband washed through her as she stared into his handsome face. Her deepest cares were for Seth; she couldn't let him condemn himself for doing what she had driven him to do, what she herself had done with Tom. For years she'd been expecting him to tell her one night that he'd just been untrue. And now that he had, she realized that deep down she'd always known she wasn't giving enough of herself to Seth, that, even if she hadn't cheated on him, he still had just as much a right to do what he had done, since he was deserving of something better than half a woman, since he only had one life to live and she had no right to deny him the full pleasure of his years. She knew she had already bound him to twelve years of restricted sexuality, and she wasn't about to feel hurt about something that had been partly her own fault. It was time for a new way between them and she knew a confession was in order on her part, knew that it would be the only way to make him understand that she no longer considered him her personal sexual property, and that she wanted them both to be free to do whatever they desired.
She reached out and touched his cheek lovingly, then spoke in a soft, almost shy, tone. "Darling, I know that this may come as a shock, but-but you're not the only one who's been untrue."
His smile widened. "I know. Tom told me."
Lisa was stunned. "What!"
Seth kissed her on the cheek and cupped her chin in his hand. "That's right, honey. The truth is I guess I was just a coward. I was afraid to confess my unfaithfulness to you until I found out that you had done the same thing, and then I told you to see if you'd have the guts to admit to me what you'd done with Tom. And I'm so proud of you for telling me, baby. Now we'll never have to hide things from each other anymore. Do you want it that way?"
She replied happily, "Oh, yes, Seth, yes, that's just the way I want it to be between us, that's just the way it has to be, darling."
He stared at her with an increasing intensity and continued in a frank, masculine manner. "Good, honey. Now I want to tell you something. I may not have had the courage to admit I cheated on you until it was safe for me to do so, but now I'll never lie to you again, baby. And just to prove it I'll tell you something that you might still be afraid to tell me. We both want to make love with one or two extra partners all at once. We both want a group scene. Am I right?"
Lisa was taken aback by his directness for an instant, but she was determined to never let herself hide her feelings from him again. She was sizzling with sensuous imaginings from the very mention of fucking two men at once and was also a little amazed that she admitted it to herself so freely. She realized, with a sadden sense of wild joy, that this was it, the chance to let it all hang out, the moment of reckoning that would permit them to lead a wonderful new life, and she knew that she could be honest with Seth, that he would accept her true feelings, that all the barriers to total freedom would dissolve now forever, simply by her being honest toward him at this crucial moment.
She stared at Seth and put her hand on his bulging crotch. "Oh, yes, darling, you're so right. God, I'd love to have an orgy. Ever since you shoved this sweet prick up inside my ass last night, I've been wondering about what it would feel like to have another cock in my pussy at the same time."
Seth moved his hand up her skirt, then slid it under her panties and worked a finger up her moist hot vagina. His tongue pushed between her fully open lips and he felt her free his long erection from his jeans and begin stroking it rhythmically, milking his cock luxuriously with her massaging palm.
He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered huskily, "Tom and Polly will be here to join us soon.
Lisa's pussy squeezed yearningly on his pumping finger and her hand began rubbing his swollen pink rod furiously. She moaned, "Ooohhh, Seth, don't tease me like that, darling."
He pushed her down on the bed and began to undress her. "I'm not teasing, love. I-"
They heard the door being opened and looked up to see Tom and Polly smiling down at them. Lisa was sure she was only dreaming, unable to comprehend that Seth hadn't been just teasing her with his tantalizing words, that Tom and Polly were actually here, staring at her and Seth through lust-glazed eyes and drawing off their robes to stand before them stark naked. Lisa burned with pure mindless passion as she watched Polly reach over and start jerking Tom's broad hard penis. The little blonde jerked off her husband, smiled at Lisa's hungry expression, and giggled, "We've come prepared."
Within the next few excited hectic moments Seth and Lisa quickly removed all of their clothes and Polly lit a candle on the nightstand and turned off the overhead light. The little room was cast in a soft, shadowy, flickering light as Polly gravitated towards Seth, and Tom commanded Lisa in a magnetic voice to scuffle down toward the foot of the bed and bend over on her knees and hands with her soft ass arched high.
Lisa let out an intensifying wail of delight as Tom stood at the foot of the bed, positioned his thick hot cock against her trembling swollen labia, and eagerly, violently, rammed it into her frantically squeezing pussy from behind. She felt as if the hair-lined mouth of her silken cunt had been stretched as widely as possible and every hidden curve of her luscious entrance, the entire length of her glistening wet cuntal lips was taut to the point of ripping open, burning with erotic sensation as they lipped his blunt wide penis. She cried out with joy again and again as he fucked her sucking tunnel of smooth hot flesh with savage thrusts of his meaty cock, and she returned each rapid phallic jab with a furiously pumping rhythm and another throaty gasp of pleasure. Her entire being shuddered with a carnal madness, an almost unbearable excitement, as she ground her ass against Tom's abdomen, getting as much of his hard thick screwing prick as she could, and stared lustfully at Polly sucking greedily on Seth's long hot throbbing cock as they lay higher up on the bed.
Seth watched Lisa pushing backward and moaning, her sweet round ass shoved up in the air, as Tom fucked her passionately from behind, his breath ragged as he pumped it in as fast as he could, his lust-contorted face sweating, twisted with intense pleasure. God, did Lisa look good, moaning and shoving her white buttocks back against Tom's thrusting loins. Seth felt Polly's deep sweet mouth rising and falling on his burning member, felt her hot little tongue licking all over the buried upper half of his flaming staff. His eyes were full of Lisa's buckling, wiggling ass and her naked sensuous movements inspired him with erotic delight as he ran his hands through Polly's soft blonde hair and jerked his trembling cock faster into her sucking mouth, lost in the voyeuristic bliss of having his hot pink penis hungrily sucked while he witnessed the spectacle of his lovely wife voluptuously exhibiting her milky-white body, moving her sweet fanny all around while Tom stuffed her dripping snatch with the pounding rhythm of his buried cock.
Polly thirstily swallowed Seth's driving salty prick with her eyes also fastened on Lisa and Tom. She thrilled to the taste of Seth's pumping rod, felt the way it throbbed with pulsating heat inside her sucking mouth, and began to finger herself rhythmically, her mind ablaze from the sight of Lisa's passion and Tom's animalistic pumping. God, he looked like a mad dog, a hairy hunk of pure man, fucking that beautiful, naked, black-haired woman as if there were no tomorrow, determined to ram that wonderfully thick cock of his into Lisa's pretty little pussy until she passed out from the sheer pleasure of his pumping tool.
Her husband's voice was wavering with husky passion as he smiled down at her and pleaded, "Watch me fuck, honey. Suck him good, suck him up!"
Polly could feel her pussy melting in a sensuous haze of desire, as her finger fucked the moist, squeezing, raw inner flesh of her twat with an instinctive expertise, twitching between her aching cuntal walls and inflaming her hungry pussy with its masturbatory subtleties. She clamped her mouth down hard over Seth's sweet juicy prick, swallowing as much of its tangy length as she could, and sucking with all her might on his tasty rod. Her body trembled with the sudden realization of what she wanted to add to her enjoyment, and she knew that their four nude bodies should be connected so that all of them could feel the electricity of each other's passion coursing through a closed circuit, the writhing chain of masculine and feminine flesh that would be created by forming a link between her and Seth and the wildly fucking duo at the foot of the bed. And the way to do it would be so delicious, especially tasty for Lisa.
She and Seth were laying across the bed and now she turned perpendicular to him, her mouth twisting on his penis as she pushed her legs toward the foot of the bed between Lisa's propping arms. She angled her luscious buttocks directly under Lisa's chin as she lay on her stomach with her head bobbing up and down on Seth's bloated staff. Then she swung herself up on her knees, making an unmistakable demand on the crazed Lisa by angling her twat up a half inch in front of her friend's mouth.
Lisa thrilled to the glistening beauty and delicate scent of Polly's tender pussy. An unknown desire, a strange earthy lust filled her senses, and she felt the powerful lure of another woman for the first time, felt the tingling empathy of one lovely female for another, and knew that only she, only a woman could eat Polly just right, just perfectly, for only a woman could fully understand another's need to be licked and sucked so nicely and also be capable of performing the special things that every woman craved from a hot wet tongue. The combination of Tom's hard throbbing prick in her soaking pussy and the intimate nearness of Polly's ripe young cunt, had her almost out of her mind with lascivious rapture.
All of her life she had wanted to be eaten constantly, thought of it ten times a day, and now she was faced with the tantalizing opportunity to do what she loved to have done to herself to someone else, to a beautiful alluring young woman who was begging to be eaten, flexing her moist pussy only inches away, its glistening pink lips beckoning to be kissed while the erotic chemistry of her body created a pungent magnetic scent that wafted out of her pretty little snatch and filled Lisa's sculpted flaring nostrils with a sweet excitement. Lisa succumbed gladly to Polly's wish and shoved her face forward hungrily, sliding her tongue up the moist furrow of Polly's slit. It tasted so good, so spicy and tender, so hot, and, God, it was getting better and better, feeling that thick hot cock fucking her to death and eating this other woman's spongy vagina, actually licking this scrumptuous, twitching, hairy female hole. Lisa lost herself completely in the forbidden magic of a primal feminine bond, devouring Polly's insanely writhing pussy with an uncontrollable passion, sucking and licking with the fury of the cunnilingus-obsessed woman that she was.
Tom thrust wildly into her from behind, his wide penis screwing up her clinging, squeezing cunt like a battering ram. Beads of sweat poured from his furrowed brow as he watched his wife joyously sucking Seth's cock while being frantically eaten by the same luscious bitch who was torturing his prick with delight. Jesus, it was too much. In all his years of oral mania, all his nights of tempestuous sixty-nine with his wife, all his stolen lunches of young secretaries' tender pussies, he had never witnessed anything as exciting as the lesbian cunnilingus that Lisa was performing on his own sweet Polly, never seen for himself the fantastic intensity, the totally uninhibited ecstasy that Lisa was expressing with her long tapered tongue and Polly was responding to with her pumping, writhing crotch. It was a luxury of excruciating delight to feel his bursting prick sliding in and out of Lisa's crazed snatch while he watched. His loins pumped like a jackhammer as his prick throbbed in her tight squeezing pussy, and his senses exploded as he watched the same lovely creature that he was fucking eagerly sucking on his wife's vagina. He could feel the cum gathering in his balls and he ran his rough palms all over Lisa's dewy ass cheeks.
Polly was sucking Seth's erection as desperately, as intensely, as Lisa was devouring her dripping snatch. The oral pleasure Polly had given Seth just that morning was like nothing compared to what he felt now, watching his wife eat the girl that was eating him, and he drove his bursting staff insanely upward between her full soft lips. The sight of Polly's and Lisa's naked creamy asses moving all around was more than he could bear. He grunted and moaned, "Ooohhh, I'mmm CUMMIINNG! AAAHHH!"
Before his own voice had reached its peak he heard Tom adding to the orgasmic screams of the monumental group climax. He saw Polly's ass heave spasmodically and heard the slurping, wet sound as Lisa drank her cum. He felt the inflamed blonde sucking up his hot shooting bursts of cream and thrilled to the look of Lisa's enraptured writhing body gracefully undulating in the throes of her shuddering climax.
When the interlocking paradise of their mutual orgasms had finally expired, everyone lay down on the bed and rested, sighing sweet expressions of fulfillment. Everyone except Polly, that is. The small sultry woman got up and slid open the picture window, then went out onto the balcony under the full moon. She looked down towards the meadow and waved gaily, then turned back to face her three curious partners. She smiled suggestively, "Come on out here, people. You really must see the view."
CHAPTER NINE
Seth and Tom looked at each other and shrugged. What the hell did Polly mean by the view? That crazy little chick. They followed the radiant Lisa out onto the balcony and stared down with her at Polly's big surprise.
It was unbelievable. There were Bill and Fran Simmons, laughing and dancing around stark naked out on the meadow. Bill was holding up two fifths of J&B Scotch, grinning like a naked Viking barbarian, and laughing at the amazed faces of his equally nude friends.
Fran whirled about, dancing lasciviously, her naked white flesh voluptuously inviting, dazzling to behold, as if she were some surrealistic wet dream captured in the light of the full moon. She looked up toward the balcony with a wild look on her beautiful face, and called up to her friends in a bold voice, "Let's all have another picnic. A love picnic! Come on! What are you waiting for?"
Lisa couldn't take her eyes off Bill's immense penis, couldn't keep her hand from rubbing her stiff throbbing clitty, and she felt as if she might swoon from the erotic magic that was happening all around her. The scent of pine and musk filled the soft evening air and the moon shone mystically above the naked dancing couple down on the spacious meadow. God, it was beautiful, a night like none she could ever have imagined in her wildest fantasies. She pushed her silken buttocks back against Seth's stiffening cock, and answered Fran wildly, "What have we been waiting for!"
The other lady on the balcony, the sumptuous little Polly, was already over the railing and running down the hillside, her long blonde hair fanning out behind her head and her big round white buttocks bouncing as she laughed and yelled to her friends, "Come on! Come on!"
Lisa climbed over the railing and stumbled eagerly down the hill behind her. Seth and Tom looked at each other again, this time with mutual expressions of stunned amazement, then they broke out laughing, jumped the railing, and ran down the hill to help Bill handle the three women already gathered around him down on the meadow.
Within minutes the moon-filled meadow shone with the white flesh of orgiastically embracing lovers. This was the supreme moment, this erotic coming together of men and women, six ordinary people transplanted to the dimension of a Roman bacchanal here in the secluded forest where the law of nature, the instinctual urge of all God's creatures to mate could not be suppressed, could not be civilized away, not in this wonderful place where no eyes could pry and nothing could stand between their long-frustrated bodies and forbidden ecstasy. Tonight six lives would be forever changed, forever awakened to the timeless joys of communal sex as the dam of civilized hypocrisy burst within each of them under a raging flood of irresistible primitive lust.
Lisa had commandeered Bill's massive prick and she sat on it, her velvet pussy sucking and squeezing madly on its hard hot flesh, and her arms around his neck, holding onto him as she rode up and down on his penis, madly pumping her creamy loins up and down and feeling his cock throbbing excruciatingly deep within her. As if the feel of Bill's huge hot tool far up inside her undulating, pussy was not enough to drive her out of her mind, Tom got on his knees and shoved the blunt head of his cock between her trembling buttocks and up against her newly liberated ass-hole. God, it was going to happen, he was going to fuck her ass, she was actually going to feel two cocks inside her frantic body, simultaneously fucking her two neighboring holes. It was going to happen!
She moaned ecstatically, "Ooohhh, yes, Tom, fuck my ass, aaahhh, pump, Bill, pump!"
She felt Tom's eager cock pushing against her moist aroused corn-hole, felt it widening her anal entrance with an urgent pumping pressure, pushing its way in slowly, trying to force its thick hot head into her tight anus as she clenched her teeth to withstand the pain and squeezed on the long hot cock buried up her pussy to balance it out with pleasure. Suddenly, she felt Tom's wide prick pop inside her ass and begin driving hungrily towards her thirsty bowels, and she went mad, felt her body go insane with a lustful explosion, an intense, rapture that flowed through her as she experienced the unheard-of sensation of having both her pussy and ass filled to the brim with two hot, hard, pumping cocks. She screamed, "Oohh, God! God! Soooo good, both holes, fuck me, both of you, aaahhh, God!"
Seth lifted his head out of Fran's sweet wet crotch and drew his throbbing penis from her eager mouth. He smiled at her. "Patience, honey. I've got one more ass to fuck and then you can suck it all you want."
Fran sighed, "Mmmmm, go ahead, darling, you can eat me while I watch you do it."
Seth crawled to where Polly lay on her stomach with her fingers up her squeezing pussy. Her wide blue eyes watched Tom and Bill cramming Lisa full of cock and her white buttocks moved up and down to the rhythm of her masturbation. Then Seth got on top of her and started sliding his prick up and down in the deep smooth crack between her alabaster cheeks. She massaged his aching staff eagerly with her soft smooth mounds as her fingers reamed her hot little twat. She lifted her ass up high, squeezing her lush cheeks around his long hot erection, and sighed in a throaty urgent tone, "Mm, Seth, stick it in my ass, shove it, shove it!"
He almost blacked out with pleasure as he stared at his lovely wife being doubly fucked and felt the head of his long cock push past the puckered mouth of Polly's sweet anus and slide into the moist heaven of her tight squirming ass.
Fran was more excited than she had ever been in her life, totally enflamed at the sight of the raw naked lust being enacted around her, grateful that she was the hot-blooded woman she was and eager to consummate her lust. In a way it was her night since she had always put herself down for being so oversexed. Now she could play all she wanted and never again worry that she was too much of a woman to ever be satisfied, not her, not with the three cocks to fill up this delirious night of love-making. Her whole body tingled with quicksilver flashes of desire. She leaned back on her rigid arms and hitched herself up so that her bountiful buttocks were suspended above the grass, and her inflamed vagina swung about in front of Seth's eyes. She moaned, "Lift up, Seth, hurry, hurry!"
Seth hitched himself up on his arms until the upper part of his body was suspended above Polly's back. Then, Fran lifted her shapely pelvis and slid between the two of them so that her ass rested on Polly's long blonde hair, and her simmering cunt beckoned just below Seth's upraised head.
He dived into her raspberry-blonde bush, licking and sucking insanely while he pumped his eager staff into Polly's exquisitely squeezing behind. His tongue slid in and out of Fran's delicious twat and his teeth grazed teasingly against the tiny clitoral prick that crowned her vaginal opening. He could feel his big hot cock being squeezed and sucked by Polly's smooth rectal walls, and taste the fragrant spice of Fran's choice pussy on his slithering tongue.
The sounds of his wife's orgasmic moans mixed with the harsh grunts of the two men who were cumming inside her. Ah, what a sweet sound it was as it drifted to his ears. How sweet everything was. How unbearably sweet. In another few moments he heard Lisa's voice just above him. "Darling, oh, darling." Then he felt her part his lean buttocks and begin licking and sucking his ass-hole with a frantic devotion, adding a new dimension to the pleasures he was already feeling with Fran and Polly. Three women at once! God! He felt Lisa's tongue swabbing his anus madly and her hand fondling his hairy sizzling balls, as Polly's voluptuous ass tortured his bursting cock with its tight, sucking, satiny smooth tunnel, and Fran's big spicy cunt writhed crazily, squeezing on his delighted screwing tongue and getting hotter and hotter and hotter.
Suddenly his tongue thrilled to the taste of Fran's wildly spewing cum and he sucked it up thirstily as he felt his jiz gathering hurriedly in his balls. Polly clenched her sweet cheeks around his bursting penis and held it in the silken vise of her ass as she screamed, "I'M CUMMING!" Lisa's tongue dug into his anus with passionate lickings as he felt his cock explode wonderfully and spray Polly's bowels with boiling creamy semen.
When the last hit of his jiz had been sucked up into Polly's lovely ass and Fran had already slid back down onto the grass, he pulled out his limp prick and rolled over exhausted onto the ground. The first thing he saw was his lovely Lisa smiling down at him. Her flushed excited face was almost lost in the long strands of her disheveled coal-black hair. She purred softly, "I love you, Seth. Oh, darling, darling, do you think we can last through the night?"
He looked over and saw Fran eagerly sucking Tom's prick and Polly dancing naked in front of Bill. Then he turned back to Lisa and began fondling her firm pointed breasts. He laughed, "I don't know, baby, but we're sure going to try."
