For fifteen years the factory had successfully gone about its business of manufacturing plastics. There were over three hundred blue-collar workers and an office staff of fifty in the plant. The firm had always run smoothly and efficiently with a minimum of friction between the various departments. Since its opening day, the general atmosphere of the plant was one of all business and no nonsense. There was no company newsletter and no official bowling or softball teams. There was a family picnic for everyone in July and an employees-only party during the week of Christmas. Other than that, the plant was like a large, unemotional monster that drew in the workers in the morning and spat them out at night.
It was a sultry afternoon late in-June when Lou Masters looked out of his window in the executive wing of the building. His golf club was only six miles away and Lou closed his eyes and imagined himself striding the fairway instead of standing in his sterile office. There are those who thought that Lou had it made in life; but he knew better. Lou was forty-four years old and hopelessly locked in his position with the firm. There was no way that he could advance himself higher than his present job in this company and the pay was just a little too good and the security was just a little too strong to permit him the luxury of leaving.
Some executives could have lived quite happily under such an arrangement, but not Lou Masters. By now, the pangs of frustration had driven deep into his soul and he was constantly on the search for some method of escaping the boredom of his existence. Little did he realize that his efforts that day would begin an incredible chain reaction that would, in one way or another, affect the entire factory.
"A girl from Mr. Brandon's office to see you," announced his secretary, breaking his train of thought.
"Send her in," he sighed. Mack Brandon was forever sending him reams of communications, none of which were worth the paper they were written on.
But then, Mack had to do something to earn his keep at the plant.
The girl was about nineteen, blonde and pleasantly buxom. He had never seen her before, he was certain, or he surely would have remembered her. He gave her body a professional appraisal and liked what he saw. He liked it very much, indeed. Her breasts, rich and ripe, were clearly outlined under the thin blouse she wore. Her hips were well rounded and her mini-skirt revealed a tantalizing pair of thighs.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"It's Vicki, Mr. Masters. Vicki Thomas. I'm a temporary typist in Mr. Brandon's office."
"Oh, that means you might not be around here much longer then."
"Well, that's what a temporary typist has to expect, I suppose. You sort of get used to it, though."
"Do you like it here at the plant?"
"Oh, yes sir, I do. I think it's a great place to work."
"Well then, maybe we can find some way to keep you here?"
"Oh, golly, do you mean it?"
"I never say anything I don't mean, Vicki."
"But Mr. Masters, you don't even know me. Why would you go out on a limb for me like that?"
"Well, let's say that I'm a good company man and I think that a girl with your looks would be a big asset to the company. Say anything you want, but I'm going to see that you stay on here in some capacity. Now what do you think about that?"
"Golly, that's terrific. I really mean it. Wow! Now is there any answer to Mr. Brandon's message?"
Lou Masters scanned his eyes over the message, but his mind was elsewhere. Vicki was seated on the chair across from him, one leg crossed over the other and flexing up and down, causing her hips to roil with each movement. The sight of those weaving hips caused a blazing sensation to begin deep down in his crotch. Something he hadn't felt for a long time. He had to see this girl tonight, but it must be a delicate move. If he acted too boldly it might ruin everything. He glanced at his watch. It was half an hour to closing time. Then the thought struck him. "It's going. to take me a little while to get up an answer for Brandon," he said. "Would you mind waiting and taking it to him when I'm through?"
"Oh, not at all, Mr. Masters. I'd love to do it for you."
"You're going to do more than just carry a message for me tonight, baby, he muttered to himself. "Much more."
At five o'clock, his secretary stepped in the room and found him busily scribbling some notes on paper while Vicki sat in a nearby chair reading a magazine.
"Will you want me to type up something for you tonight?" she asked.
"No, Louise," he answered. "I'm going to be a few more minutes and then I'll let Vicki type it for me. You can go on home now, and I'll see you in the morning."
If Louise suspected what her boss had in mind, she didn't show it as she smiled her good night and left. Now he had Vicki alone and step one was accomplished. He toyed and fussed over the paper until it was past six o'clock and then he sprung his trap. "I feel terrible about keeping you here so late, Vicki," he said. "The very least I can do is take you to dinner for your troubles."
"Oh, golly, I'd love it, Mr. Masters, but you don't have to, really you don't."
"But I want to. Now I've written out my reply for you in longhand. Take it back to your department, type it up, put it on Brandon's desk and then meet me back here. Okay?"
"Whatever you say, Mr. Masters. You're the boss."
"You just keep that attitude, honey, and you're going to be all right."
The moment she was gone, Lou called his wife, Trudy, and explained that be was stuck with a dinner meeting. Trudy, who was an old hand at this last minute dinner cancellation routine, accepted wearily. She and Lou had been married for twenty-one years, had three children, and an amazing lack of communication. Of course, they always put on a good show of solidarity when they were around Lou's employers, but at home their marriage had deteriorated until they were merely two people who happened to be living under the same roof. On those infrequent occasions when they had sex, it was methodical and completely uninspired. Both Lou and Trudy had often wished they could do something to correct this situation but their communication was so poor they could never find the proper way of discussing it.
The dinner was at a restaurant out on the highway, far from the prying eyes of Lou's Mends. It was a happy, fun-type of meal with Lou rallying all of his old boyish charms to impress this girl who happened to be just about the same age as his oldest son. Vicki was dutifully impressed with Lou's wealth and status. She bad never been pursued by a man of Lou's means. It flattered her young ego to see this dynamic man making such an obvious effort to overwhelm her.
They were in the midst of a discussion about the pill and how long Vicki had been on it, when Lou began his serious assault.
"Do you take shorthand, Vicki?"
"Yes, of course," she replied, startled by his sudden change in the conversation. "I'm pretty good at it, too, but I won't get a chance to show anybody for awhile, I guess."
"Don't be too sure of that."
"What do you mean?"
"My secretary, Louise, is starting to annoy me and, to tell you the truth, the only reason I've kept her as long as I did was because I didn't have anybody to replace her. Maybe now I have."
"Are you kidding, Mr. Masters? Here I am a temporary typist in the morning and in just a couple of hours I've got the chance to become a personal secretary. Wow - I could kiss you."
"Well then, why don't you?"
"You mean right here - at the table?"
"No, actually I have another place in mind."
Vicki sobered up for just a moment. Lou had made his pitch and now she had to make up her mind as to what to do with it.
"I could dig it," she replied quickly. "Even if you didn't get the job for me I could dig it just fine."
"Then let's go," said Lou, his face beginning to flush with anticipation. He let his eyes flash over Vicki's fleshy legs as she slid out of the booth. It figured to be a most exciting night.
Inside of the motel room, Lou turned to lock the door and when he turned back again, Vicki was already out of her dress and had her shoes kicked off. He rushed to her and covered her lips with his own, sending his tongue crashing against hers. It was a long, drawn-out kiss, giving him time to move his hands over her magnificent body and feel the vibration of her passion through his fingertips. His fingers settled on her buttocks and he squeezed the flesh vigorously through her panties. Then he slipped his hands under the elastic and ran them down again, this time against the bare and quivering flesh. Vicki squealed into his mouth as his finger traced the slit of her buttocks and moved down, way down into her crotch. She spread her legs to permit him easier access and he finally secured entry from that position.
Now she was hotter than ever. Her breath was coming in short, sharp bursts and her tongue was flashing in and out of his mouth more rapidly than he believed was possible. He kept this position for the next minute or two, working the finger in and out of the area until a telltale bit of moisture on his fingertip told him that she had experienced her first climax. He removed his finger from the spot and put both of his hands on the elastic of her panties. Vicki sensed what he was about to do, and pulled in her tummy to allow the panties to slip over her hips and down to the floor, where she stepped gracefully out of them.
Lou went to work on her bra next, and a moment later she stood before him completely nude. Her breasts were creamy white and perfectly formed. The nipples were like strawberries, red and luscious. He threw his lips from one to the other and found them to be delightfully sweet. Then he pushed her breasts apart and moved his head deep into the cleavage where he kissed the skin in the center. It was burning with her body heat and exuded an aroma of passion that drove him even wilder than ever.
From there, his lips began traveling down her body until they reached the rounded tummy. He kissed the area around the navel for several moments and then buried his tongue into the opening. She squirmed and squealed with delight. Lou was on his knees before her now. He was still fully clothed, but somehow he couldn't pull himself away from this exploration of her body long enough to undress.
His mouth moved into the area of her muff. The pubic hair was tawny yellow and soft as silk. He ran his teeth through the strands and felt her body shudder with emotion. She spread her thighs for him even wider than before and he licked the sections where her legs joined her trunk. When he pulled gobs of that tender flesh into his mouth and massaged them gently with his teeth, she nearly fainted. Now he moved his mouth up to her muff and spread the lips of her vulva with his fingers. Her legs could no longer hold her. She backed toward the bed and when the edge met her, she fell on it and spread her legs wide as she could to permit his entry. Lou fell in between those marvelous shafts and buried his face into the blonde muff. The aroma was mildly fragrant and drove him to greater desire than he had ever experienced before. His tongue flashed incessantly, making Vicki squeal louder and louder with delight until she finally had to stuff her hands into her mouth to keep from screaming.
Finally, Lou couldn't stand, the strain for another moment. His rod was practically bursting with desire and he knew that he must enter her immediately, or lose his sperm inside of his own pants. He stepped away from her and began tearing out of his clothing. Vicki watched him, fascinated. The sight of this important executive tearing off his clothes before her, did something wonderful for her ego.
Now Lou was completely undressed and more than ready for action. He stepped toward her body, threw himself on it, and aimed his rod for her luscious love spot. Vicki moved her hand down to the area quickly and guided the tool inside of her body. She was still extremely tight, even though she had already experienced several orgasms. Lou grunted at the difficult passage and, thrust harder than before. The fluids were churning in his scrotum now and begging for release. He knew that he had better get in as many thrusts as he possible could to satisfy Vicki before his orgasm temporarily ended that session. He pushed his rod into her as deeply as it would go, withdrew, and rammed it home again with every ounce of strength in his body. His mouth was pressed tightly against here, and their tongues slashed at each other violently. Small grunts escaped their lips as they forced themselves against each other.
Vicki had wrapped her muscular legs around Lou's torso and was squeezing him as tightly as she could, while thrusting her pelvis up to meet his drive. The nips and twitches of her love spot and the wild gyrations of her hips were more than Lou's nervous system could endure. The sperm churned in his scrotum and the blood rushed through his veins prior to the blazing sensation of an orgasm. His breath came in quick spurts, his brain reeled, his throat tightened, and then he erupted inside her. One burst followed another inside her body, and she responded with a flow of her own that caused her to clutch at his skin with fingers of steel and scream away her passion inside of his mouth. When it was over, he rolled off beside her.
"Well, how was that?" he asked, when he had finally regained his composure.
"Great," she replied, "only I wish it could have been just a teeny bit longer. I've still got a few more goodies that I'd like to get rid of."
"I'll see what I can do to help you, after I get a few minutes rest. Why don't you go to the bathroom and I'll catch a few winks."
Vicki let him sleep for fifteen minutes and then awakened him with a kiss on the lips. "Are you ready now?" she asked, sliding her hand down to his crotch and fondling his limp rod. The stimulation helped considerably and in just a few moments it was firm and ready for more.
"Let me get on top this time," she said, "and I'll give you a ride you won't ever forget."
"Be my guest," he replied, reaching up to help her mount his body. When she had placed herself above his tool, she took it delicately in her fingers and guided it into her cunny, which was still amazingly tight. Then, when the entry had been made, she lowered herself slowly and carefully down the shaft until it was completely packed into her body.
"Mmmmm," she murmured softly, placing her mouth against his. "Mmmmm, it feels good - so good! Are you ready?"
"Ready," he replied, getting a bit more settled on the mattress. And then she was off on a series of wild gyrations that made Lou grunt with surprise. She twisted, turned, and pumped at him like a wild beast, without ever losing the precious rod that was buried deep in her cunny. Lou's hands worked their way around her body and his fingers began massaging the area of her crotch. This action stirred Vicki on to even greater energy and she accelerated her speed to a pace that bordered on insanity. Lou tried to hold back as long as he could, but the movement of the red-hot cunny around his rod was too demanding and made the juice fly in one blazing spurt after another. And then it was over.
Lou and Vicki each made a visit to the bathroom and then met in bed once again. Under normal circumstances, Lou would have been totally exhausted at this point and his sexual appetite would have been fulfilled for at least a week. But this night was far from a normal circumstance. This vivacious girl was making him feel young again. She had lured his youthful ardor from its sleep and now that it was awake, it would not be repressed. At least for tonight, he was the energetic and totally uninhibited Lou Masters he had been twenty-five years ago. He took Vicki in his arms and kissed her deeply. She responded in kind and her hot little tongue spread a path of fire across his lips and deep into his mouth. His tongue darted out to challenge hers and they met once again, slipping and sliding over each other frantically.
Vicki's hand moved down to Lou's crotch and began toying with the rod that was becoming erect once again. She tickled the head with her long, ivory-colored fingernail, and it responded to her touch immediately. The tool was blazing hot and throbbing with a flow of dynamic energy, but Vicki continued her relentless assault on its head until the clear fluids began to flow.
"How do you want to do it this time?" she whispered.
"What about from the back?" said Lou. "My wife would never try that position with me, even though I asked her to do it at least a hundred times. You game?"
"I'm game for anything you are," she smiled. "Anything at all." She rolled over and got to her knees, thrusting her large, milk-white buttocks up to greet him. Then she held the cheeks apart with her fingers, exposing that magnificent slot in all its sensual beauty. The golden hair was spread all around. the pink lips of her vulva, actually framing It for the eye of the beholder.
Lou's eyes moved upward to the slash of her beautiful bottom and he was suddenly impelled to do something that he had never once thought about doing before. "Stay loose," he said to her, as he approached that sensitive area with his head. "I'm going to give you the thrill of a lifetime."
His lips began on the fleshy globes of her bottom and began caressing the skin all over. Vicki seemed to sense what Lou had in mind, and the excitement was such that she began trickling juices from her slot long before he actually touched the area.
He kissed her fingers that were holding the buttocks apart, first on one hand and then on the other. Then he went back and kissed the fingers again, leaving the moisture of his saliva dripping from them. And then he moved his face into her anus.
Vicki squealed loudly as his tongue moved into the crack and began circling the anal cavity. Then, when his tongue actually pierced the hole, she threw her face downward into the pillow and screamed With every ounce of energy she possessed.
Lou's tongue worked around in that area for several moments and then began working its way downward to the vulva that was by now awash with her juices of love. His tongue darted over the lips, lapping up the juices as quickly and efficiently as he possibly could. The tastes and the smells of the area had driven him into an uncontrolled frenzy by now, and he was completely lost in the mood of the moment.
He pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into the slot until his lips were pressed hard against the lips of her cunny. Then he began wiggling his tongue. It was difficult at first, because the force of his lips and the tightness of her love spot didn't allow him a great deal of freedom. But he kept working at it and before long the tongue moved up - then down - and then from side to side. And with each movement that it made, Vicki's hips began to churn and her voice began to scream louder and louder into the pillow. Then Lou withdrew his tongue slightly and rammed it deep into the slot again. He repeated this same movement time and time again, making each thrust just a bit more severe than the one preceding it.
By now, the juices flowed from Vicki's cunny so fast and furiously that there was no way Lou could capture it all. The fluid was smeared all over his mouth, chin, and even his nose but he didn't seem to mind - or even notice, for that matter. He was truly a man possessed by passion. Lou stayed at his oral assault for a full fifteen minutes, never once stopping for a breath of air or even to take the opportunity to wipe the moisture from his face. By the time he took his first break in the action, Vicki was on the verge of collapse. The lips of her vulva were bright crimson and literally awash with the juices of love. The area was also more sensitive than she had ever known it to be before. Even Lou's breath was stimulation enough to send a shiver through her body and cause another burst of fluid to come pouring from within.
Lou wiped his face off quickly, using the back of Vicki's thighs as his towel. The slippery substance quickly covered her left leg and when that one could take no more, he switched to the right. Meanwhile, Vicki never changed her position. She remained on her knees. with her fingertips spreading that desirable area for Lou's convenience. Her face remained buried in the pillow, turning it ever so slightly from time to time so that she could inhale a quick burst of air.
When Lou felt refreshed and ready for more action, he moved his tongue up into her rectum and began the entire operation from the start. His tongue darted in and out of her anus, sending shivers coursing through her entire body and causing her to begin shaking with sobs for the first time since the evening began.
Vicki was no newcomer to sex. She had enjoyed experiences with boys. since the age of fifteen, and had run the gamut of adventures from swinging in parked cars to taking weekend,, trips. Yet, strangely enough, she had never been subjected to such a long period of stimulation. Maybe, she thought to herself, these older guys really do have something to offer a young girl.
Lou stayed inside her vulva with his tongue for another fifteen minutes, ignoring the flow of her fluids as well as the cramped position he was forced to assume. Nothing mattered to him now, but the desire to fulfill and to be fulfilled by this voluptuous girl. And so he stayed and he did his thing until his rod told him that he had better insert it right now, or lose his precious load. Lou rose and mounted Vicki from the rear. She felt his presence and spread the lips of her vulva even wider to receive him - but that move was unnecessary now, because the area was so well moistened that he could have gained entry with no assistance from her whatsoever.
The head slipped into the warm, wet nest and the shaft followed immediately, imprisoning it in a manner that made Lou nearly scream out. He withdrew the shaft to the head and slammed it home with every ounce of strength left in his body. It was fortunate for Vicki that she was anchored into the pillow or the thrust might have driven her through the headboard. Then Lou withdrew to the same point and slammed the rod home again and again. They were both screaming with the passion of the moment now, pushing their bodies into each other as if it were a contest between them to see which could be the most aggressive.
Lou felt the orgasm beginning to well up inside of his scrotum, and the sensation made him thrust even harder and more ferociously than before.
"It's coming, Vicki, it's coming now," he said to her, as his breath exploded in short bursts.
"I know, I can feel it getting there," she replied.
"Let's - let's give it all we've got, huh?"
"Okay, honey."
Vicki's hips began to revolve around Lou's forward thrusts creating a counterbalance that nearly made him lose his mind. The rod began pushing faster and even faster now, heading for that inevitable climax.
The first burst of sperm tore into Vicki like a jet-propelled rocket. As the fluid hit home, she screamed deeply into her pillow and released another torrent of her own. By now, Lou was pouring one burst after another into Vicki's body and squeezing her about the waist so strongly it forced the air from her lungs and made her collapse, exhausted. Lou released one final dribble of sperm and collapsed himself. The rod began to shrivel and finally squirted out of the wet opening without any assistance. Lou, too tired to move, let his body slide off Vicki's, and there, side by side, they slept until two in the morning.
"How are you going to explain being out so late to your wife?" asked Vicki, as Lou's car sped along the highway.
"She's used to my keeping screwy hours," he smiled. "And besides, I wonder sometimes if she ever does give a damn if I'm getting a little on the side. But let's get to us for a minute. You're going to be my secretary as soon as I can get rid of Louise. Then we can have a few more sessions together like we had tonight."
CHAPTER TWO
The news that Lou had fired Louise came as a mild shock to the members of the executive wing of the plant - but the word that Vicki was to be her replacement sent waves of gossip up and down the corridors. But as time passed, Vicki proved to be a very capable worker. She was also very capable in her other duties when Lou met her for a matinee or an early evening fling at the motel.
The bombshell exploded one afternoon while Lou was having lunch with Sid Carter, a dynamic vice-president of the firm. The conversation was typically bland until Sid looked Lou straight in the eye and said, "You screwing that kid, Lou?"
"Now whatever gave you that idea, Sid?"
"Never mind what gave me the idea. If you aren't, you're a damned fool - and if you are, I want a little of the action, myself."
Lou was dumbfounded. He knew that there had been some talk about the way he had hired Vicki, but he never thought it had gone this far. Ski Carter was not the kind of a man who made small talk, though. If he said that be wanted to be in on the action with Vicki, he meant it!
"I'll level with you, Sid, she's a pretty cooperative kid and I think she'd be especially cooperative with the vice-president of the company. Let me talk to her about it this afternoon and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
Vicki was most receptive to the idea of going to bed with Sid, and the meeting between them was arranged for the following Saturday afternoon. Ski would tell his wife, Sue, that he had to come in to the office to work with Lou, but it would be Vicki who would be sharing the afternoon with him, instead.
Side arrived early and informed the uniformed guard that Vicki would be coming m shortly to work with him in his office. Sid thought he caught the glimmer of a smile in the guard's eyes, but he dismissed it as something only in his imagination. He settled himself in his office, poured a stiff belt from the bottle he had concealed in his briefcase, and lit up a cigarette. The blood was pumping through his veins, and he could feel the pulse beating in his throat. He was more on edge in anticipation of this meeting than he had been about anything in years, and he had to admit that the sensation was most enjoyable.
Vicki was twenty minutes late, and by the time she had arrived, Sid was about ready to climb the walls. "I'm so terribly sorry I'm late," she said, breathlessly, "but the traffic out there is terrible. I hit every light and caught every jam that happened - and I was so worried that you might get fed up and leave without me, I thought I'd die!"
Sid had been extremely annoyed at Vicki for keeping him waiting while he was burning with desire, but one look at her distraught face convinced him that she was definitely not at fault. He mellowed even more when she stepped toward him with her lips slightly parted and her arms out to pull him into her body. Sid had always been a man of deliberate, decisive action, and this was brought out emphatically to Vicki as he took her in his powerful arms and forced his tongue between her moist lips. Vicki's tongue darted out to meet Sid's, and in a moment they were dueling with each other in a clash of love.
Sid's hands reached down and took hold of Vicki's buttocks. He had a cheek in each palm and squeezed them until the pain made her gasp in the midst of their kiss. He squeezed again, this time harder than before, and she gasped again. But now Sid began to notice something strange. Every time he inflicted pain upon Vicki, she responded to it by showing more passion than ever. His hands moved down her legs and clutched at her thighs. The flesh was hard and firm, but he managed a good grip with either hand and pinched the meat until she screamed aloud into his mouth and buried her tongue halfway down his throat.
Sid knew that the couch was only a few steps behind Vicki, and he guided her in that direction. When her legs were backed up to the couch, he gave one push and disengaged himself from her. Vicki fell backward and sat on the couch with her legs partially spread. Sid moved in to her quickly and pushed his hands under her tiny skirt. He smiled to himself as she spread her legs even wider for him, and he slid his large hand into her crotch and began working his fingers around the area of her slit. Vicki squealed and writhed on the couch as Sid's massive fingers began creating a wave of passion in that sensitive area.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Urn-hum., it feels good."
"It's going to feel even better in a few minutes."
"Okay, I'm with you."
Sid's finger worked its way under her panty leg and began stroking her. pubic hair. Slowly but surely the finger inched its way into her vulva and, when contact was made, Vicki experienced her first orgasm of the afternoon. The fluid moistened Sid's finger and the feel of it drove him into a deeper passion than he had ever known before. His breathing was heavy now and the perspiration was beginning to drip from his forehead. His rod, which had undergone numerous erections and retractions since he arrived at the office, was now rigid and ready for action. Sid reached his left hand under Vicki's skirt and got a good grip on the elastic. Then, freeing his right hand from her crotch and placing it on the other side of her panty, he gave one tremendous tug and the undergarment came sliding over her hips, over her large buttocks, and down her legs to the floor.
He took a quick look at Vicki's tawny blonde muff and thrust his hand back into the spot again. This time there was no obstruction to mar his way, and his large finger pushed deep into the opening. Vicki moaned softly as the finger worked its way into her cunny because the area hadn't had enough opportunity to become well lubricated.
"Hurts, huh?" said Ski, ramming the finger into her even harder than before.
"Yes - yes, it does."
"Then how about this? And this ... and this ... and THIS?"
The finger was flying now, and with each thrust, Vicki's buttocks actually jumped up off the couch because of the pain. Ha eyes were moist, and, as the agony contorted her features she clutched Sid by the hair, pulled his face to hers, and buried her tongue in his left ear.
"Hurt me some more, Sid," she pleaded. "Hurt me some more, I love it!"
"I know you do," he grunted. "And I'm going to give you all of it you want - and then some."
Sid kept the finger going in Vicki's cunny with his right hand, but, his left hand was undoing his fly and releasing the large rod for service. Then, when it was out and ready for action, he withdrew the finger, leaned in toward the couch, and placed the head up against the lips of her vulva. The area was much more lubricated now,, and even though Sid's organ was unnaturally long, it slipped in smoothly and continued to push ahead until the shaft could go no further.
The Sight was an incredible one. Vicki sat on the couch with her miniskirt pulled up over her hips. Her panties were off and her lower parts were -exposed, but other than that she was completely dressed - even to her shoes. Sid was also fully dressed, but his fly was open and his rod was buried deep into Vicki.
And then the action began. Sid made love in the same way that he went at his work, or a game of tennis, or even a poker session - with relentless determination. His hips were like pistons, thrusting in and out, in and out tirelessly. The fabric of his pants was beginning to chafe Vicki's inner thighs, and no matter how she tried to avoid the contact, there was no way she could do so. The skin became red and chafed as Sid plowed away, and with each pang of pain that it caused she became more violent in her love response. Her fingers pulled at clusters of Sid's hair and her teeth dug deeply into the fabric of his shirt at the shoulder. She felt compelled to return some of the pain that he was visiting upon her - she simply had to!
Sid refrained from completing the act for as long as he could, but as the churning began to assert itself deep in his scrotum, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and went into the most powerful drive he had experienced in years. His hips. were like pile drivers, pushing that rod deep into Vicki, and with each thrust she jerked from the delicious pain inside of her-vagina as well as the hurt from her thighs.
And then the moment arrived. Sid groaned like a wounded animal as the first burst of sperm exploded from his rod and drilled deep into Vicki's body.. She also groaned from the sensation it brought to her and released a flow of her own that spread liquid fire into her cunny. Sid spurted again and still again before his movement subsided and his flurry of activity had ceased. He looked down at the beautiful young girl beneath him and smiled a victor's smile. He had conquered her with love and pain and it made him feel like shouting aloud with joy.
"You're something else, Sid ... wow!"
"You liked it, huh?"
"Yeah, I did, but dammit, I hurt all over."
"If you think you hurt now, wait'll we've finished our session for the afternoon. That is, if you can still take more."
"Oh, don't worry about me. I dig it too much to want to stop. I'll stick it out with you for as long as you can go."
"That's my girl. You're going to have quite a career around this factory. I can see that now."
"Keep talking, I love to hear it."
"Meanwhile, we'd better wash up a bit. There's a john next to my office. You can use it without any problems because nobody will be up in this part of the building today."
Vicki weaved her way ,out of the office, and Sid wiped off his rod with his handkerchief. Then he poured himself another belt of whiskey. He was so turned on at this point, he didn't even taste the, alcohol. So he poured another and this time he felt the jolt as the fluid passed through his system. His shoulder began to sting and he saw that Vicki's teeth had made an impression in the fabric of his shirt. He pulled the shirt off and then tore off his undershirt, frantically. Yes, there it was, a perfect set of teeth marks that were beginning to discolor the skin. Oh, shit, he said to himself, how can I hide this from Sue?
Vicki returned to the room and saw the damage she had done. "Gee, I'm sorry," she said, "but I just couldn't control myself. You were hurting me so badly I had to do something."
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I'll get out of it some way. Meanwhile, why don't you grab yourself a belt while I wash up. Okay?"
"Okay," she smiled.
When Sid returned from the bathroom, Vicki was nearly through with her drink and: was beginning to acquire a pleasant alcoholic haze. "I didn't have anything to eat today," she said, "and I'm really starting to feel the-booze."
"Does it make you feel real good?" asked Ski, moving closer to her.
"Yes, it sure does."
"I can make you feel real good, too."
"I know you can, Sid. Can I call you Sid?"
"Only when we're in the sack, sweetheart."
"Well then; let's get there in a hurry so I can call you Sid again." They came together in a long, deep embrace. Then they parted and looked deeply into each other's eyes.
"Why don't we shed all these clothes and really get comfortable?" said Sid. "We're being ridiculous about this whole thing, staying dressed the way we are."
"You're the boss, honey. Anything you say is all right with me."
Sid began stepping out of his clothes, while keeping an eye peeled at Vicki. She had kept her panties off, so all she had to do now was slip out of her shoes and skirt and then remove her blouse and bra. Sid was thrilled at the sight of her breasts because of their youthful firmness and magnificent shape. The nipples were stiff and swollen and begging for his embrace, so he quickly dropped his pants, stepped out of them, and went to her. His fingers played around the fleshy breasts and his lips began to move around the nipples, first kissing one and then the other until he had enjoyed his fill.
"What'll we do now?" she asked, beginning to pant with desire.
"I want you to take a letter for me," said Sid.
"A letter-NOW?"
"That's right, a letter. I'll sit on my chair and just like a good secretary you can sit on my lap."
"Oh, I get it," she said.
"You're going to get it all right," he grinned. "You're going to get it all the way up to your Adam's apple."
Sid took his place on the chair behind his desk and Vicki sauntered over to him. She straddled his outstretched legs and moved her cunny into position over his upraised rod. Then she slowly began to settle herself down on the instrument.
"Oh!" she squealed, as the tool inched its way inside of her. "Oh, it's bigger this way. I don't know if I can handle it all."
"Sure you can. You can take it all like THIS!" With one lightning movement, Sid damped his hands on Vicki's shoulders and shoved her down on his rod until she was sitting flush on his lap.
"Oh, Sid, take it out, it hurts too much oooh, please, Ski, I can't stand it like this. It's splitting me open. Sid, I don't want it anymore - please!"
Vicki sat on Sid's lap, with that large tool impaling her, and began crying. For ten minutes, she cried, the tears running down Sid's chest and onto his stomach. Then, slowly, she began to notice that the pain was subsiding.
"How's it now?" he asked.
"It's starting to feel better. It doesn't hurt like it did before. I can't believe it, but it doesn't hurt anymore. Look, see, I can wiggle around a little now."
"Why don't you do that, honey? You, move around all you want, and I'll just sit here and be the big boss."
Vicki raised herself up on her toes until the rod's head was at the lips of her vulva. Then she relaxed her legs and let her body fall into Sid's lap. The flesh of her buttocks slapped against his thighs with the sound of a pistol shot and the stinging sensation was so inspiring to her that she repeated the process again ... and then again and again until the fluid began pouring from her cunny and running down Sid's shaft to make a pool in his pubic hair.
Vicki's breasts were dancing before Sid's eyes and the sight of them drove him wilder than ever. Unable to control himself any longer, he grabbed Vicki by the hips to slow her down, fastened his mouth around her left breast, and then proceeded to ride her up and down on his tool by controlling her body with his massive hands. It took fifteen strokes by this method for Sid to reach his climax and when he did, the sperm shot deep into Vicki's womb with one furious burst after another. Sid's mouth was still occupied with Vicki's breast, so she placed her own mouth in his ear and flicked her tongue around the opening until he had to pull his lips away from her skin and kiss her in self-defense.
A few more moments of that tongue in his ear would have driven Sid right out of his mind. When it was over, Vicki sat calmly on Sid's lap and began stroking his hair softly.
"You're quite a guy, Sid," she said, smiling at him. "Quite a guy. I'd hate to think that I could have gone through life without ever knowing you like this."
"Same goes for me, pussycat," he replied. "But do you know something? That last piece was missing a little flavor. Do you know what it was?"
"No, I don't."
"Well, after you got used to the feel of my meat, and it didn't hurt you anymore, you seemed to let up a little."
"Do you really think so?"
"If I didn't think so, I wouldn't have said it. Look, I've got one piece left in me for today, and I want to make it a good one. So we're going to have to hurt you a little to get it done right."
"No - no," she said, sliding off of his lap quickly. "I don't want to hurt anymore. I don't really like it. Honest I don't."
"Sure you do," said Sid, moving toward her. "You like it better than you'd ever admit."
Vicki started to scream, but Sid clamped his massive hand over her mouth and dragged her to his desk. The desk was covered with ash trays, pens, papers, and a large blotter with a thick border. Sid threw her on top of the desk and climbed on top of her. An ash tray was beneath her rib cage, and the thick border of the blotter created a number of other problems as well but Ski never hesitated for a moment. His rod was harder than ever, inspired by the thought of the pain he was about to inflict upon her and when he rammed it home and pressed all of his weight against her body he nearly exploded with glee.
Vicki was suffering unbearably from the obstructions that were digging into her back and yet, the more it hurt, the wilder her passion became. Her long legs encircled Sid's body and began squeezing tightly as she rolled her hips in rhythm with his stroke.
The pressure on her back was stronger than ever now and the pain was becoming unbearable. Vicki knew that a loud scream would summon the guard and create a terrible situation, so instead she sank her teeth into Sid's unprotected chest and bit down just as hard as she could. It was now Sid's turn to stifle the scream and he did so by biting Vicki's shoulder until the skin broke and a very thin trickle of blood began to appear.
Meanwhile his stroke never ceased and when the orgasm finally arrived it was the most ferocious of the day - leaving them both limp and totally exhausted.
"We look like we've been through a battle zone," he said wryly, as they dabbed at their wounds with the remainder of the whiskey. "How do you feel?"
"Good and bad," she said, with a puzzled look upon her face. "I'm really confused about this whole pain scene. I've never had it brought out to me like this before."
"Well, don't be too concerned. There's lots of people like that in the world. I've never been mixed up in it myself, really, but I've read about it. In fact, you're only the second affair I've had since I've been married. How about that?"
"I guess I ought to be flattered, but I can't think of anything else now except how badly I hurt all over."
"Go home and take a hot bath in salts. It'll do wonders for you. Meanwhile, we'll have to make plans to do this more often. I'd bring you in as my secretary, but that'd really blow the lid off the keg around here. So you keep working with Lou and we'll see each other from time to time. And don't worry about your future in this plant. You're set."
"That's great to hear. And if you say it again,! won't even need the hot bath."
CHAPTER THREE
On that Saturday afternoon, when Vicki and Sid were having their fling at the office, Lou was going eighteen holes around the country club course. He finished his game, took his shower and headed for the bar - as usual. But today was to. be a bit different, because he suddenly found himself confronted by Sue Carter. And it was evident that she had been sitting there waiting for him.
"Oh, hi, Sue," he said, trying to appear nonchalant. "I just left Sid a little while ago at the office."
"Of course you did, Lou," she said, with a sarcastic tone in her voice. "That was your twin brother I watched coming in at the eighteenth hole half an hour ago."
"I - well - you -"
"Oh, don't bother trying to bull your way out of it, Lou," she said with a disgusted wave of her hand. "I know all about your red-hot little secretary and I'd bet my last dress that she's with my little Sidney right at this very minute. Where are they making it? In his office?"
"But how did you -?"
"It's all over the plant, darling, didn't you know? Hasn't Trudy let on to you yet? I thought for sure she would have let you have it by now. But then, she always was a little slow on the uptake."
"All right, Sue, what are you leading up to?"
"It's just this, darling. If Sid can spend his Saturday afternoon in the arms of another, so can I. I've thought about going to bed with you for an awfully long time, Lou, but I've. always been able to repress it. Well, today I just don't feel like repressing it. I want you NOW! After all, you men don't hold the patent on adultery. We girls can play that little game, too - and maybe better. Now tell me, is it a deal? Do you want to come with me and spend a few hours of illegal bliss, or do I have to go off someplace and plot something nasty?"
Lou suddenly saw Sue in an entirely different light. She was about thirty-four years old and in the prime of her life. She was an extremely athletic woman, with a figure that had been made solid by hours of tennis each week. Her hair was coal black and her skin was milk white. There was an animalistic vitality about her that suddenly made the hair on Lou's neck begin to rise. He had never thought of Sue in this way before, because he had never imagined her as a sex partner. She had always been Sid's wife and that was that. Now he looked at her tanned and well-muscled legs that dangled from the bar stool and imagined himself imprisoned between them while those nice, round buttocks churned up the sheets. This was something that just had to be. There was no turning back for either of them now.
"Well, Sue, since you've apparently got everything all figured out, where shall we go to get this deal rolling?"
"I thought we ought to go up to my cabin near the lake," she replied quickly. "It's only an hour's drive and there isn't much chance of anyone disturbing us there."
They took Sue's station wagon and were at the cabin within fifty minutes. Once inside, they got right down to the business at hand. They met in the center of the living room and kissed deeply. Sue wasn't at all like Vicki. She was far more aggressive and demanding in her approach to lovemaking. Her lips opened wide and her mouth sucked Lou's tongue into its folds like some powerful machine. Meanwhile, her fingers were working their way through his hair, around the nape of his neck and into his ears. It was making him crazy with desire.
Lou's hands weren't idle, either. His fingers roamed under her skirt and began toying with her stout thighs. The higher his hands worked, the more passionate she became, and when a finger worked its way under her panties and around the pubic hair of her cunny, she couldn't contain herself a moment longer. "Let's get into that bedroom right now!" she demanded, pulling herself from his grasp. "If I stand here another second with these clothes on, I'm going to explode."
Inside the rustic bedroom they undressed silently and swiftly. Lou occasionally stole a glance over at Sue and became more and more impressed with her body as it was being uncovered. In fact, the more he saw of it, the quicker he tore the clothing from his own body.
And then they met in bed. Their arms and legs and lips encircled each other like two prehistoric animals in a death struggle. Lou cupped her breast in his hand and kissed the nipple tenderly. It was hard as a walnut and swollen to nearly twice its size by her passion. He kissed the other and found it to be in the same condition. Then he slid his hand between her legs and up into her slot. It was already pouring the fluids of love in anticipation of what was to come. How he had underestimated the passion of this woman!
"Let me take the lead," she said softly in his ear. "I want to show you how much I've thought about you over the years, Lou." Her head began moving slowly down his body, kissing and gently nipping every inch of his flesh. His toes curled and his stomach tightened from the wave of passion that was speeding through his body. He hadn't been turned on in such a manner in years. Not even beautiful young Vicki had managed to make him feel this way.
When Sue reached Lou's crotch, she bypassed it momentarily and kept going down his legs. Then she made an abrupt change and moved back up again - suddenly clamping her strong lips around his scrotum. The movement was so quick and so shocking that he gasped aloud. His balls were deep inside of her mouth and her tongue was flashing all over them, while the steady suction pulled them deeper and deeper inside. Lou's hands were in his hair now, pulling and tugging at the strands in order to counterbalance the sensation that was happening beneath his waistline. Meanwhile, Sue was making animal-like noises deep inside her throat as she went about her work with incredible energy.
Finally she tired of this sport and released the scrotum. Lou let his hands drop next to his head in total exhaustion. He thought that the pressure was going to be off him for now, but how wrong he was. An instant later, Sue's wet little t6ngue began working over every inch of his rod, making him jerk back into a position of tension once again. Sue obviously loved the rod because she devoured it with her eager lips like a woman possessed. Saliva trickled down the shaft but not for long, because every few moments she would lick all of the moisture off and then begin again.
"Oh, Sue ... God, I can't stand it," Lou kept muttering over and over as she labored. "You're making me crazy. You're killing me!"
"I want to make you crazy" she said, stopping for a moment. "I want you to see what my husband has been missing all of these years. I've never sucked Sid's cock ever. I've read about it, heard about it from the girls, and seen pictures of it, but I've never done it. I wanted to, but Sid wouldn't let me." He said it wasn't the sort of thing a wife did - only a whore. Well, if that's the case, I'm your whore, Lou. I'm going to suck it for you until you come in my mouth. And then I'm going to keep my lips right there on it until it gets hard - and I'm going to do it all over again. You might just as well lie back and relax, Lou. What we're going to have here, is an afternoon of pure whorish love."
Lou lay back and let Sue do whatever she wanted with him. It was her show all the way and he wasn't about to interfere. Besides, it felt so awfully good. Sue worked her lips around the rod for another few minutes and when the veins began to stiffen, telling her that an orgasm was imminent, she went at her work like a tigress, sucking and drawing at the flesh until the sperm shot into her mouth as if it had come from a cannon. She wasn't prepared for such a violent eruption, but she maintained her composure and kept at it all the way until she had the flow under control. Then, good as her word, she kept her lips pursed on the rod until the combination of her saliva and Lou's sperm made the organ rise once more. It took the better part of five minutes for her to coax the second flow of sperm from Lou, but neither of them regretted one second of it. When ft was over, Lou fell sound asleep and Sue curled up beside him, kissing him on the chest and neck.
Half an hour later, Lou awoke, refreshed and ready for action. This time he determined to do for Sue what she had done for him. He began by probing his tongue in her ears and took several nibbles from the nape of her neck, making her squeal with delight. Then be moved down to her breasts, kissing every inch of the flesh with fierce passion. Then he moved still further down to her hard, flat stomach. The skin there was untouched by the sun and pure white. He kissed and nipped at the flesh furiously. Sue responded by squealing and pounding her legs on the bed in anxiety. Then, when Lou made a move to go further down to the area around her crotch, she stopped kicking, held her legs straight up in the air, and spread them wide apart. This position gave Lou free access to both her crotch, and to all sides of her thighs as well.
Lou took advantage of this opportunity by kissing her all around the undersides of her thighs until his face was right on target to her cunny. The pubic hair there was coal black and wiry as it could be. He pressed his face into the swath and moved his tongue into the slit. It was awash with her juices and he tasted them all, lapping the fluid into his mouth with his tongue. "Want to help me, honey?" he asked, moving his face away from the area for a moment.
"What?" she panted. "Anything you want."
"Spread the lips of your cunny with your fingers so I can have a better shot at your puss."
"Of course," she replied, moving her hands to the spot quickly and stretching the vulva lips wide apart with her fingertips.
Lou kissed the fingertips first and then buried his tongue into the slot with one forceful gesture. Sue screamed softly and began making gurgling noises in her throat as Lou's tongue worked its magic within her. Meanwhile, his hands had crept beneath her and his fingers were coiled around her buttocks, pushing her cunny closer and yet closer to his face. Once he had locked himself into that position, he took a firm hold and dug. in for all he was worth.
Lou's oral attack on Sue's cunny. lasted for nearly twenty minutes. There's no telling how many orgasms she had, because Lou stopped counting after her ninth gasp and body twitch. Meanwhile, his own erection was finally coming around and when he knew that it was ready, he threw himself between her fabulous legs, buried his rod into that flooded slot and pumped away at her with fierce desperation. Sue came the moment that Lou's rod entered her, and came again after his third powerful stroke. Meanwhile, her legs had moved up to his rib cage and clutched him in a grip so fierce that he could barely breathe. Sue's legs were so powerful, in fact, that before long she was guiding him through the movement of sex without him having to use any energy at all. All he had to do was keep his erection and she would do the rest.
Lou amazed himself with his ability to abstain from coming and kept his rod firm for the better part of five minutes. Of course, the two previous orgasms had taken some of the edge off of his desire but nevertheless he was delighted with the result, no matter what the reason for it. And so, in fact, was Sue. She utilized this precious time to her own advantage by releasing one blazing climax after another It was as if she had been saving it all up for this one afternoon of forbidden fun.
The end was by far the most powerful climax ever for Lou. He felt it coming from away down in his toes, and as the rumbling began in his scrotum he grabbed on to Sue in a deathlike grip and began pounding the tool into her with every last ounce of energy he possessed. Meanwhile, Sue had managed to take an even, tighter grip on Lou with her powerful legs and was busily moving them in rhythm with his new stroke. When they erupted together, it was like hearing a symphony of moans, groans, and gasps of pleasure, all being played at the same time.
"What's your little secretary like, Lou?" asked Sue as they sped along the highway toward town.
"In what way?"
"I mean, is she good in bed? Really good?"
"Not nearly as good as you are, Sue. And that's straight talk - no bull shit."
"How do you like that?" she said, laughing aloud. "My big successful executive husband - the man who thinks he's always. a winner. Here he has a wife for twelve years who could give him the best of everything in bed, but he doesn't think it's proper. So he runs off with a little snip of a secretary to get his goodies, and the little squirt isn't even as good as what he has at home. Now there's a real loser for you!" She was still laughing, as the car pulled into the country dub.
CHAPTER FOUR
It wasn't Lou's intention to keep seeing Sue after their one big fling at the cabin, but eventually things worked out that way. Every time that Sid went off with Vicki, Sue made herself available for a similar meeting - and Sid was going at Vicki on a pretty steady basis. Meanwhile, Lou was having the time of his life swinging with Sue, because she was always a magnificent bed partner. His only regret was that he was getting involved too deeply with her and didn't know how to stop. Unfortunately, he didn't know how deeply involved he had become.
The situation came to a head on a Saturday afternoon, about three months after their initial meeting. Sid had told Sue that he had to get some very important work done at the office and the moment he left the house, Sue rushed to the club to find Lou.
Lou was waiting at the bar when Sue arrived. He had turned down several offers to, join foursomes that were off to play golf, and if Sue didn't show up on this particular Saturday, he'd have blown the day. But the memories of his experiences with Sue and the anticipation of what lay ahead if she did arrive, made it all seem worthwhile. And then there she was, motioning to him from across the room to meet her at the car.
They returned to the country club at their normal time and pulled into Sue's reserved spot at the parking lot. But just as she was about to shut off the motor, the rear doors of the station wagon opened, and Sid and Trudy entered from either side.
"Don't bother turning off the motor, Sue," boomed Sid's voice in a very authoritative tone. "Just turn around and drive right back up to the cabin."
"To the cabin? But why?"
"Because I told you to, that's why. Now MOVE!"
On the way, Sid told the couple in the front seat everything he knew about the situation.
"I started suspecting something a few weeks ago," he said, "so today I finally put my suspicions to the test. I followed Sue here instead of going to the office... and then I tailed you both halfway up to the cabin. I knew that if you were on this road, that's where you'd have to be heading, so I turned around, came back to town, and called Trudy to tell her the whole story. She met me here at the club and we waited for you."
"You're not without sin," cried Sue. "In fact, if it weren't for you and those Saturday afternoon matinees with that little ding-a-ling secretary, we wouldn't be here right now."
"Wrong," muttered Sid. "Lou started this thing when he hired that little cunt for his secretary. But as long as we both kept our families out of it, everything was all right. But Lou - with my WIFE?"
"And now I'm going to tell you why we're all here, and why we're heading back toward the cabin. It's like this ... Trudy and I have had a nice long chat about this whole situation, and we've decided to fight fire with fire. So we're going to go up to the cabin and do our own thing. The only difference is that we're going to let you two watch us - whether you want to or not."
"Trudy," said Lou, turning around to face his wife. "I know I've been a terrible shit heel through this thing, but dammit, you can't go through with this. You're not that kind of a woman"
"You're right, Lou, for all of my life and up until two hours ago I wasn't that kind of a woman. But I certainly am now. I want to hurt you, Lou. I want to hurt you as badly as I know how, and this is probably the best. way I can do it."
"But don't you see, you're going to be hurting yourself in the process."
"I don't care about that anymore, Lou, I really don't. When Sid told me that story I guess something inside of me died. I don't think I'll ever be the same woman again."
"Look, honey, we can work this out. Just don't humiliate yourself this way to spite me."
"I'm not trying to humiliate you, Lou, I'm trying to kill something inside of you the way you killed something inside of me. Maybe that way we can be equals again."
The car stopped at the cabin and, before Lou could say another word, Sid and Trudy jumped from the back seat and began heading up the steps and to the porch.
"Sid," Lou hollered frantically, "wait a minute. If you're going to do this for our benefit, forget it, because we're not coming in. You might as well just come on back to the car."
"That's where you're wrong, Lou," Sid shouted back. "Trudy and I know what we're going in there to do - and unless you come in and see for yourself, you'll always wonder what really happened, now won't you?"
They could still hear Sid's laughter from deep inside of the house as they sat in the front seat of the station wagon, dumbfounded.
"Well," said Lou. "Do you think we ought to go in there and see what's happening?"
"I don't know about you," said Sue, "but Sid's right. I'd go to my grave wondering if they were sitting in there laughing at us - or if they were really in bed. Come on, let's go."
Together, they entered the house and made their way to the bedroom. There wasn't a sound from the room, giving them hope that the entire deal was no more than a bluff, and the pair were, indeed, just sitting there silently to taunt their guilty mates.
But nothing could have been further from the truth. The bedroom door was open and as Sue and Lou turned the corner a sight met their eyes that made their blood begin pumping furiously. There, in the center of the room, were Sid and Trudy, peeling out of their clothing as quickly as they possibly could. They were almost through when Sue and Lou came upon them, and a moment or two later the job was complete. Trudy and Sid stood before each other naked for a moment, then rushed into each other's arms, kissing madly.
Neither Sue nor Lou could say a word in defense. They simply stood there, dumbfounded. They continued to watch in this manner as Sid led Trudy to the bed and laid her down in the center of it. Trudy's legs opened wide and Sid's hand moved in swiftly, rubbing the soft hair and probing for the slit with anxious fingers. Meanwhile, his lips were playing about Trudy's breasts, sucking first one and then the other with feverish haste. Trudy was moaning in her passion - releasing sounds which Lou hadn't heard from her in years. It was as if she were being sexually reborn on this afternoon of madness.
The action on the bed became a flurry of activity now. In fact, things moved so quickly that if Lou or Sue had wanted to interfere it would have, been too late. Sid's body raised from its position on the bed and moved up toward Trudy's face. The rod was so firm that it quivered up and down with strength and anxiety. Obviously it was aimed directly toward Trudy's lips.
"Well, that's the end of this thing," Lou said to Sue with apparent relief. "She'll turn him off right now when she refuses his cock. I know it's always put a damper on me when she does it."
But how wrong he was! Trudy opened her lips and took the rod straight into her mouth without a moment's hesitation. Her eyes bulged and her throat made a number of strange sounds as she began fellating the rod with swift sucking motions. Her arms were around Sid's body and her hands clutched at his buttocks, pulling him even closer to her mouth. She was obviously enjoying this sensation more than she ever thought was possible. Then Sid pulled out of Trudy's mouth and moved down to the foot of the bed. His intentions were obvious now and Lou made one last effort to stop this action before it could be consummated. But Sue held him back with a quick movement of her arm. "Better let them go," she said, almost sadly. "There's no way to stop it now. No way."
Lou was on the verge of tears as he saw his wife and his friend assuming the position of love, but he also saw the folly of trying to stop it. It could only make matters worse.
Sid fell n between Trudy's long, slim shafts and mounted her body. Trudy. raised her legs up high and helped to guide the throbbing rod inside of her. And then the action began. With incredible speed, Sid's hips began working up and down, plowing his rod inside of Trudy with dynamic force. Trudy, meanwhile, was thrashing furiously about on the bed. Her legs were jerking in the air, her own hips were thrusting upward, and her fingernails were clawing at Sid's back in desperation. With lips mashed together and with bodies grinding out their love, the couple performed their act while their mates stood helplessly by - completely enthralled by the action. And there they stood for the next few minutes until the act was over in a flurry of moving arms and legs, groans, and sobs of passion.
Trudy lay there for several moments after Sid had dismounted from her, and ran her hands over her body affectionately. It was as if she were discovering her body for the first time. "Well, Lou, what do you think now?" she said, continuing to fondle her breasts and sweep her palms down across her muff.
"I - I don't know what to think, Trudy."
"I'll bet you forgot I could be this good, didn't you? And to tell you the truth, I forgot I could be this good, myself. And I am good, Lou - really good at this thing Would you like to climb in here with me and let me show you?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Trudy"
"I'm not the one who's being ridiculous, Lou ... you are. After all, what difference does it make what we do now? We're all in this thing together, and we've each shared each other's bodies, so what's the difference? Now come on over here and let's get something cooking."
Lou found the suggestion to be totally revolting - but yet he was drawn deeper and ever deeper into the morass of sin which he had originally begun with Vicki. His organ was giving him a problem, too, because the sight of Trudy lying there waiting for him was more stimulating than the tool could bear. It pulsed and throbbed with anticipation, making him do this thing even though it was definitely against his better judgment.
Lou piled out of his clothing quickly and practically leaped into bed with his wife. He hadn't been this anxious to be near her body in years and the sensation was wonderful. Their lips met in a warm, wet kiss that lingered for nearly two minutes. Meanwhile, his hands were slowly feeling around the familiar curves of her body, suddenly finding them to be very exciting again. He ran his fingernails across the edge of her pubic hairline and then dropped the hand down into her muff. The hair was still damp from Sid's activity there, but Lou didn't mind at all. In fact, it made him even more excited than ever. Now his finger entered her body and began a slow, rhythmic in and out movement that caused her hips to pump with each stroke as her breath came more quickly.
Trudy's tongue seemed to move in perfect harmony with Lou's finger that was working deep inside of her cunny and as quickly as her tongue darted into his mouth, his returned to hers. They lay there in. that fashion for nearly five minutes, apparently oblivious of the couple that stood at their bedside, watching them.
When Lou had tired of that diversion, he turned his attention to Trudy's breasts, kissing the nipples until they were coated with saliva and hard as bricks. He kissed every inch of the flesh on all sides, making her squeal like a teen-age girl instead of a middle-aged housewife. Trudy had also busied herself at pushing her tongue into Lou's ear and in between squeals she kept the action in that area rather lively.
Now Lou was ready for the acid test. Would she, or would she not take his rod into her mouth?
During their entire married life, she had refused to do it time and time again. But what about now? He shifted his position and moved his body up in such a way as to place the tool within easy access of her face. Trudy never hesitated for an instant. Her lips opened and a moment later the rod was buried inside of her cheeks, getting the workout of a lifetime.
Lou was completely stunned. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him. He looked down at the scene of action to be sure, and there it was, right before his eyes. Trudy was working like a tigress, drawing in and releasing, drawing in and releasing his organ with perfect rhythm. There was a look of sheer contentment on her face, and her eyes were closed in ecstasy. He felt the juices beginning to rise deep down in his scrotum and he knew that it would be all over in just another moment or two - and he didn't want that. It was too soon.
"Hold it for a moment, Trudy," he gasped. "I want to get down to the other end and do you at the same time."
"All right, Lou," she said breathlessly. "Whatever you want is all right with me." Trudy spread her legs wide for Lou's head and wiggled about until she was in perfect position to receive his rod. Then, without another word of preparation, they began.
Lou enjoyed putting his tongue into a woman's cunny, and when he found that he couldn't get it at home, he had gone to prostitutes for this diversion. In fact, he had become quite good at it over the years and proved this to Trudy by making her explode an orgasm within the first minute of his attack. She squealed, squirmed, kicked out her legs, and let a flow of moist fluid rush to his lips. Lou wiped the thick juice off on Trudy's thigh and continued on with his work. Meanwhile, Trudy had continued to suck away at her new toy with vigor and more enthusiasm than even she thought was possible.
Lou wished that the mutual stimulation could have gone on for an eternity, but the persistent churning in his scrotum told him that the end was very near. "Get ready, honey," he whispered hoarsely to her,. "I'm about to let go."
Trudy didn't reply, but sucked away at him harder than ever and, when his first burst of sperm flooded her mouth, she fought hard to keep from gagging and continued to fellate him as though her life depended on it. Lou thought that the session would be over the moment that he had his orgasm, but Trudy's persistent lips refused to let his erection go down. She sucked harder and harder, faster and faster until the tool responded and began its rise again. "All you want, honey, all you want;" Lou whispered to her as he rammed his tongue deep into the slot once again. He couldn't believe that this was his wife Trudy carrying on in this manner. From a cold and unemotional housewife she had suddenly become a ball of fire, making him burn with the heat that she was exuding. Once again, Lou took his lips from the love nest and spoke to Trudy. "I'm coming into you now," he said, "and it's going to be just like the old days - all fireworks. Do you remember them?"
"Of course I do," she answered. "We haven't had those kind of fireworks in years, but I think we will right now. Come on up here and do it to me, Lou."
Lou swung his body around and mounted her in an instant. Trudy took his rod in her hand and quickly guided it into her well-lubricated vulva. The passage was easy and the rod slipped all the way to the hilt at his first thrust.
"Oooh, Lou," she said, clutching him tightly. "Oooh, that feels so good, so good. Now do it to me. Make the fireworks come."
"You bet I will. I'll give you more than you've had in the past ten years, honey. Now hang on, here we go!"
Lou drew back his rod until it was at the very edge of her vulva, and then slammed it home like a battering ram. Trudy uttered a strangled scream and locked her legs around his body, clutching at him with every ounce of strength she possessed. Lou withdrew and rammed the tool in again with even more authority than before, making Trudy scream even louder. Then the strokes became more rapid, with each one containing more thrust than the one before it. Trudy was experiencing one orgasm after another now, somewhat like a string of fireworks. It was just like their early days of marriage when she'd had orgasms of this type with the man she loved. She let herself go completely at this point, letting her hips and buttocks perform almost independently of her mind, and the result was pure, raw passion. Lou was also caught up in the mood and prolonged his thrust until the very last moment when he poured jet after jet of his love into her, and didn't stop until total fatigue made him collapse. It had been an exhausting, but illuminating experience for both of them.
Sid looked at the couple lying prone on �he bed and turned to Sue. "Ain't love grand?" he croaked sarcastically. "Here's two people that haven't had a decent moment in bed in the last ten years and now all of a sudden they're like two teen-agers in the back seat of a car."
"Don't knock it, Sid. I think it was a beautiful exhibition. Whenever a husband and wife do it together - and do it right, it's a beautiful thing. Of course, you wouldn't know. We haven't had a beautiful moment in bed for some time now. But I'll bet you're all white, lightning and gunpowder when you're with that snippy little secretary."
"Hey look, come off it, will you? I've been with her maybe seven or eight times in all, but. it was only for sport and you ought to know it. She doesn't have your class and never will. In fact, she's not nearly as good as you used to be in bed."
"What do you mean by a crack like that - USED to be?"
"You know damned well what I mean, Sue. In the past year or so, something's been missing with us. I can't put my finger on it, but I know it's there. Maybe we're bored with each other or something, but dammit, it's just not like the old days."
"Well, there's one way to see if the things that happened to us both today have improved our situation like it did for Lou and Trudy. As soon as they give up the bed we can go at it."
"You mean right here?"
"I certainly do."
"In front of Lou and Trudy?"
"You watched them, didn't you? You had me watch you and Trudy, didn't you? So what the hell's the difference? We're all old friends now."
"Yes, I know, but you and I are married. That's what makes it so different."
"You're evading the question, Sid. Now do you want to do it with me, or don't you?"
"I don't know, Sue, I just don't know."
"Well, I know. I want you right this minute, Sid. I want to see if we can make a few fireworks of our own. What do. you say? Come on, what do you say?"
Sid's mind was helped to be made up by Lou and Trudy who left the bed and slowly made their way to the bathroom. They were walking like zombies, exhausted, and as emotionally drained as two people could possibly be.
Sid was dressed only in his under shorts, but Sue was fully dressed. Yet she was out of her clothing almost as quickly as it took Sid to remove his shorts. Then they both jumped into bed and right into each other's arms.
"Eat me, Sid," said Sue, her voice tinged with emotion. "You haven't done it for me in years, but I want you to do it right now. Get down in between my legs and eat me out really good."
She spread her muscular shafts and invited Sid in between them. He gritted his teeth, emitted a deep sigh, and then moved into the spot. The area was almost new to him, as he hadn't visited there with his tongue in quite some time. In fact, the only other times when he did kiss the lips of her cunny was when he had been well fortified with booze first. Now, he was going in with nothing but passion to drive him on - and he did the job exceptionally well.
Lou and Trudy has used the bathroom together, and when they emerged, the first sight they saw was Sid on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed, leaning into Sue's wide open crotch. Sue was enjoying this outing with every nerve in her body. Her fingertips were running through Sid's hair and her legs were rubbing up and down his rib cage as he dug his tongue deeper and deeper into her wiry love nest.
Lou and Trudy had planned to get dressed at this point, but instead they watched the demonstration that was taking place before them. Trudy's hand crept into Lou's, and they moved closer so that they could feel each other's presence as the action intensified on the bed.
Sid was probing Sue so fiercely with his tongue that she had to scream out for him to take it easy or it might cause her some permanent damage. "Move up here," she said in a voice charged with excitement. "Come on, move up here and stick it in my mouth for me."
Sid, who had always found this action so repulsive, didn't hesitate for a moment now. He was too far gone to think rationally, and every move he made was pure instinct. He swung his body around so that his crotch was just above Sue's mouth and his face was poised above hers. Then he lowered his extremely stiff rod down into her waiting lips, while dipping his own face down on her twitching muff.
Sue gagged the first time that the rod penetrated deep into her throat, but she fought off the sensation and began sucking away at it with fierce determination. Sid, meanwhile, had found this new position to his liking and he attacked the lips of her vulva with his entire face. One time he even pushed his nose up into the slot and jiggled it about. "I'm getting ready to come, Sue," he called back to her. "Let's go out with a big finish, huh?"
Sue never took the rod from her lips, but she indicated that she was prepared for the conclusion by sucking harder than ever at it. Sid accelerated his pace as well, and when the end came, they were both twitching and jerking on the bed like puppets, while the juices of love flowed from their sex organs into each other's hungry lips.
They both lay very still for a few moments after the first eruption. Lou and Trudy on the sidelines assumed that it was all over for the day - but Sid and Sue had one more burst of energy left and, were determined to use it.
"I saw this in a book one time," said Sue, "and it looked so good I thought we ought to try it - but you never wanted to, Sid. How about now? Will you go along with me?"
"Whatever you say, honey."
"All right then, lie flat on your back and let me do the rest."
Sid did as he was told and Sue went right to work fellating his , rod until it was firm and ready for more action. Then she turned her back to Sid's face and mounted the shaft, letting herself slide down the pole until she hit bottom. "And now I'm going to ride you right to the end of the line," she said. "Are you ready for it?"
"You bet I am," he replied in a voice choking with emotion. "Ride it good for me."
And how she did ride that pole! Sue's hips flew up and down in a flurry of activity that was so frantic, she nearly became a blur in the eyes of Lou and Trudy. Sue was an extremely athletic woman with excellent body control, and she utilized all of her abilities in this final effort of the day.
Sid's face was a mask of pleasure as his wife performed her miracle on his swollen rod. It was obvious that he had never experienced such a great degree of pleasure from her. Sue was obviously enjoying herself a great deal as well, because the fluids from her cunny began trickling down Sid's shaft long before the climax came.
And then the climax began working its way up, up, up until it exploded from their bodies like twin volcanoes. Sid and Sue screamed and squealed out their love for each other again and again until the activity stopped and the act was over.
After the four couples had dressed, Sue put on a pot of coffee and they sat around discussing their new lives. Shame, modesty, and embarrassment were no longer factors in their thinking. They had been liberated from these emotions by the activity of the day and now they could go ahead with plans for the future without any of the average middle-class hang-ups.
"Well," said Lou, "now that we all know each other in the strictest sense of the word, where do we go from here?"
"I've never been more stimulated in my life," said Sue. ,"As far as I'm concerned, and if nobody seems to object, I think we ought to keep going in this vein for a while, with one couple watching and the other couple doing."
"We could switch around a little from time to time," said Lou. "That'd sure as hell keep everybody nice and loose."
"But what about your little Vicki?" asked Trudy. "Are you ,going to keep her on as your secretary - or as an outside plaything, or what? But before you answer, just keep One thing in mind. Two can always play the same game as well as one, and maybe Sue and I can find ourselves some outside companionship, too."
"All right, she goes," said Lou, "but I can't do it right away. There's too much talk around the plant right now, and firing her too quickly might make things worse. No, I'll sort of phase her out gently - but I'll get it done."
"And what about you, Sid?" asked Sue. "Are you going to miss the little cupcake when she goes?"
"Now how could I miss her with you in my life, honey - the NEW you that I never knew before."
"And what about me?" said Trudy, pretending to pout. "Aren't I in your life, too?"
"You bet you are," answered Sid, putting his arm around her affectionately. "We're all in each other's lives for keeps. And I think it's going to work out fine."
But little did he know.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Lou fired Vicki, there was a great deal of murmuring around the factory. Everyone had speculated about their relationship and in many instances the assumptions were even worse than the actual facts. Yet no one said a word to Lou about the firing, and not even the other executives - who surely would have enjoyed having Vicki come to work for them because of her fringe benefits - made a move to save her from unemployment. The reason for their neglect was to be found in the unwritten law of factory protocol. If an executive fired an employee, that was the end of said employee's tenure in the factory - period.
On the day that Vicki was dismissed she went home in a terrible state of despair. After all, she was not only losing her source of income - she was also losing the opportunity to enjoy a relationship with two wealthy and influential men who made her feel important by virtue of their importance. And the fact that they had both been extremely generous to her with a steady deluge of presents was an even stronger contribution to her depressed condition.
She was lying in bed, sobbing, when Helen came home from work. Helen, her roommate, a large, buxom girl of twenty-four, was a nurse at the largest hospital in town. She had moved in with Vicki only a month or two before. Helen wasn't a particularly attractive girl, and she never seemed to go out ,on dates. Vicki noticed this, but never brought up the subject. After all, she had her own life to live and her own problems to control. The night that Helen found Vicki sobbing in bed was the very first night that the two girls bad actually become close.
"You want to tell me about it?" asked Helen, sitting on the edge of Vicki's bed. "Maybe I can help."
Vicki told her the story in complete detail - leaving out nothing in the process. Helen listened with a stony face that was deep in concentration. When the story was over, she rose and slammed her fist into her palm.
"Shit!" she exploded. "Shit ... shit ... shit! Those crumbs don't have the right to take a girl, screw up her life like that, and then just toss her out like a bag of garbage. They won't get away with it ... I swear they won't."
"What's going to stop them?" asked Vicki tearfully. "I won't spill the beans on them, if that's what you mean. I just couldn't do anything like that. And I wouldn't blackmail either of the guys. I'd never be able to live with myself if I ever did. So how can you say you'll fix 'em?"
"You just leave that to me, baby," said Helen, rubbing her hands over Vicki's smooth skin. "You just leave that to me."
Vicki trembled at the touch of Helen's hands. They weren't like any hands that had ever caressed her body before. These were soft and tender - yet they were sexually demanding. So demanding, that they made her skin begin to prickle up with goose bumps and her heart begin to beat quite rapidly.
"What - what are you doing, Helen?" asked Vicki, stunned by this sudden turn of events. "I've never felt this way before."
"You mean you didn't know that I was a lesbian?" said Helen, genuinely startled. "You didn't suspect? Ever?"
"No, no, I didn't. I guess I never gave it much thought."
"Well, I am, and have been for years. I never hit on you, because I don't believe in going outside for my action - and I've always had more than enough from the bunch I run with."
"Are they ALL nurses?" asked Vicki, fascinated. She had never experienced a communication with a lesbian before, and the thought of it stimulated her so much, that she actually forgot about her problems for the moment.
"Some are," Helen replied. "Some are teachers, some are waitresses - salesgirls ... we've got 'em all. Lots of them live together, but I like it with a straight chick. It keeps me in some kind of touch with the straight world, if you know what I mean. Anyway, don't sweat it, kid, I'm still not going to hit on you. Not tonight, anyway. I'm out for bigger game."
"What ,do you mean?"
"I'm going to get myself in with the wives of those two bastards ... and take 'em both away."
"You couldn't do that!"
"The hell I couldn't. There's no man on earth who can keep a chick happy after a dyke has had a shot at her. No way in the world he could do it. And I'm going to get both of their wives before this is all over with. I won't let 'em do that to a nice kid like you."
"Will you show me what a dyke does to a girl?"
"Not tonight, sweetie. I've got plans to make."
It was two days later that Sue answered a knock at the door and found a woman in a nurse's outfit standing there.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yes," replied Helen. "We're taking a survey to determine the contents of the average American household's medicine chest. I hope it won't be an imposition, but I'd be very grateful if you'd let me inspect yours."
Under normal circumstances, Sue would have turned the woman down cold and sent her on her way ... but it was a quiet afternoon with dark rain clouds forming overhead and there was no chance for her to get out to the club. So she stepped aside and let Helen enter. It was to be a decision that would have an effect on the remainder of her life.
Inside the bathroom, Helen made a pretense of going through the medicine chest and making notes on her clipboard. Sue stood by, casually taking in the scene ... and wondering why the nurse kept stealing glances at her from the corner of her eye. It was very strange, indeed.
When the bogus inspection was over, Helen turned to Sue and went into action. "You have a very lovely home here."
"Thank you."
"But I suppose that's because you understand real beauty. You happen to be very beautiful, yourself."
"Oh, thank you," Sue replied, blushing in spite of herself. Why does this nurse make me feel this way? she Wondered to herself. She could feel waves of desire coming from beneath that while uniform and she wondered why it was directed at her - another woman. Yet, it was strangely appealing and she wanted to become more involved.
"Can I get you a cup of coffee?" Sue asked.
"No, no coffee," replied Helen. "But I would like to sit and chat with you for. a moment."
Sue pointed to the sofa and they both sat facing each other. "Why did you tell me that I was so beautiful?" she asked Helen.
"Because I sincerely felt that you are," was the reply. "I meet a lot of women in my work, but I don't think I've ever met one as feminine and as desirable as you."
"Desirable?" asked Sue, now clearly shocked. "Desirable in what way?"
"Desirable as only a woman can be," replied Helen, reaching out and stroking Sue's leg with her hand. Sue was wearing shorts, and the skin of her thigh began to bristle as the hand slipped along from her knee to the edge of the shorts. Sue had a very strong urge to leap from the sofa and tear herself away from this woman in white who was beginning to drive her mad with desire - but somehow she couldn't bring herself to make that move. Instead, she settled back on the sofa and let Helen move in even closer to her than ever, bringing with her that radiant body heat and electrifying sensation of desire.
Helen's hand was on Sue's tummy now, and the fingers began to stroke the soft skin through her shorts. Sue let a deep sigh escape from her lips and she leaned far back on the sofa, determined to let Helen have her way.
Helen moved in quickly now, stroking the soft inner skin of Sue's thighs. Sue spread her legs to allow Helen as much freedom as she wished, and Helen took advantage of this freedom by pushing the legs of the shorts up as far into Sue's crotch as they would go and licking the newly revealed skin with a tongue that was scalding with desire.
Now Helen's fingers reached for the zipper on Sue's shorts and with one deft stroke the zipper had been released and the shorts had opened all the way down the side.
Sue raised her body so that Helen could slip the shorts out from underneath her and then she moved forward again, this time planting her lips on Sue's mouth and pressing her tongue into the area. Sue gobbled up Helen's tongue hungrily and sucked on it as frantically as she possibly could. She was crazed with passion now, more than she had ever been in her entire life. This mannish woman was doing amazing things to her sensibilities. Absolutely amazing.
Outside, the thunder began to reverberate and the rain began to fall. The sky was nearly black now, and the setting was just perfect for the debauchment that was taking place on this quiet suburban street.
Helen moved her lips from Sue's, and began moving her face down toward the area of her crotch again. She hooked her fingers under the elastic of Sue's panties and pulled them down over her hips, stopping just at the pubic hairline. Then she buried her face in the folds of Sue's sweet tummy and began kissing and nipping at the flesh while Sue writhed with desire beneath her. Then, with a slow, deliberate gesture, Helen began inching the panties down over Sue's buttocks. She raised her body again, and a moment later the lower portion of her body was bare. Helen threw the panties aside and moved into the body that was lying prostrate before her. Sue raised her left leg slowly and hooked it over the back of the sofa, thus giving Helen as much opportunity as possible to reach the area of her crotch. Helen responded by moving her thumbs down to the lips of Sue's vulva and opening them. The pinkish lips parted and the cunny beyond seemed to be winking a welcome to Helen with its soft folds.
"Kiss me good there, please," pleaded Sue as she lay on her back with her hands over her eyes. "I want you so badly."
"And you're going to have me," said Helen breathlessly. "I'm going to give you more love than you've ever dreamed possible. And I'm going to do it to you because I love you so much. So very much." And then; with a sudden catlike movement, her mouth closed in on Sue's pussy.
At first, Sue thought that she must have been dreaming, because she had never experienced such a wide variety of sensual vibrations from that area. It was as though her love spot were now the center of her entire being and it was spreading its passion throughout her body. Helen's tongue was like a tool in the hand of a master craftsman. She moved it up and down and in and out of the juicy slit with a variety of strokes and movements that made Sue nearly wild with delight. She experienced her first orgasm the moment that Helen's tongue reached the spot, and her second came within a minute later. From then on, the love juice flowed from her in what seemed to be a steady torrent. Her hips moved convulsively with the action and her thighs kept opening and closing as the action intensified.
Helen, knowing how well she had her victim hooked, took her time in drawing out every ounce of passion from the body beneath her. She changed the rhythm of her strokes constantly, sometimes going with blurring speed, and other times slowing the pace down to an occasional flick of the tongue. But whatever the pace, Sue was immediately responsive. Her legs were spread as wide as they could possibly be, and her body movements indicated that she was ready for the same sort of action for just as long as Helen was ready to give it.
"You .hold the lips of your cunny open, honey," said Helen in her husky voice. "And I'll start going around the world a little for you."
"Whatever you say," answered Sue softly. "I'll do whatever you want." She moved her hands down to her crotch and spread the moist lips of her vulva wide apart with her long slim fingers. This gave Helen the opportunity to rise and begin slipping out of her uniform., The first such opportunity she had during this entire session.
"How long do you think we have before someone comes home?" she asked Sue. "I don't think you'd like to get caught like this if you could help it."
"It's all right," answered Sue, with her eyes still tightly closed. "Sid won't be home until six o'clock at least."
"It's three-thirty now," said Helen, stealing a quick look at her watch. "That'll give us plenty of time to do anything we want to do. Right?"
"Right," answered Sue with a smile of sheer ecstasy.
Now Helen was completely undressed. Her breasts were massive and firm as granite. Her hips were full, her tummy well rounded, and her thighs were like bands of steel. Had she been a complete man she would have been a professional football player for sure. She moved her hands up to Sue's blouse and unbuttoned it swiftly and surely. Then she moved her hands under Sue's body and undid the catch on her bra. The undergarment slipped away, revealing Sue's own exotic breasts that were milky white up to the strawberry red nipples. She moved her lips down upon them and sucked at the tips hungrily. The nipples had been quite solid prior to this session of kissing, but when the oral assault was over, they were like granite. Then Helen bent over the couch, moved herself into position, and began rubbing her own firm nipples against Sue's. Sue had never experienced this sensation before, and the first touch nearly drove her wild. But she kept her fingers at the lips of her vulva and gritted her teeth as the strange nipples continued their movement against hers.
"Let me taste your nipples," she said to Helen. "I want to make you feel good, too."
"Of course," replied Helen. "Anything to make you happy." She moved her large breasts down toward Sue's mouth, and Sue gobbled up the tips greedily. First she sucked one and then the other. Then she buried her face in between them and let the warm hollow drive her nostrils wild with its erotic heat.
Meanwhile, Helen was moving her fingertips lightly over Sue's body, softly stroking the flesh with her strong, but delicate fingers. When she felt that Sue had feasted on her breasts long enough, she gently pulled away and began kissing Sue's tummy from the upper part, down. Her tongue moved into the navel and worked there for three or four minutes, while Sue squirmed and writhed below. Then her mouth began moving still further down toward the coal black muff that lay nestled between Sue's legs. She licked the flesh around the inner thighs and then kissed the fingertips that held the lips of Sue's vulva so conveniently wide apart. And then suddenly Helen's mouth closed over the cumly again. Sue began her dance of passion once more by rotating her hips and opening and closing her thighs to correspond with the movements of Helen's tongue. She climaxed, recovered, then climaxed again a minute later. Her muff was awash with love juice now, and Helen lapped every ounce of it up with her tongue as the assault continued.
"Bring your cunny up to me so that I can kiss it," said Sue.
"No," replied Helen, taking her lips from Sue's slit for a moment. She knew that she would be giving Sue her love nest to eat eventually ... but she wanted to make her beg for it first.
"Why can't I have it?" asked Sue, almost panic stricken. This was the first thing that Helen had refused her.
"Because I don't want you to have it just yet," Helen replied.
"But I do want it now, I do!"
Helen stopped her activity abruptly and turned to face Sue. "Have you ever kissed a woman between the legs?" she asked.
"No ... no, I haven't."
"Then how come you want to do it now?"
"Because I just do, that's all," answered Sue, with tears beginning to form in her eyes. She had never been so confused or bewildered in her life. She was a woman who normally had control. of every situation, but this experience was more than she had bargained for. Much more.
"If I let you kiss me there, will you promise to keep it up until I tell you to stop?"
"Yes, yes, I will. I promise!"
"Well, all right."
Sue jumped from the couch like a teen-ager. She was so overjoyed by this affirmative decision that she was trembling all over. It's true that she had never placed her lips on a female's sex organ before, and until that very moment, the thought had never entered her mind. But new she was so anxious to begin that she actually began licking her lips in anticipation.
"Come over here to this easy chair," said Helen. "I'll spread my legs across the arms and you can sit on the floor and do your thing. Okay?"
"Yes, yes," said Sue. "But let's hurry."
Helen sauntered over to the chair and flopped herself into it. Then she casually spread her legs so that the knees hit at the arm rests and her calves drooped over the sides. Sue, meanwhile, had stationed herself on the floor before the chair and was already anxiously looking up, waiting for her signal to begin.
"Now?" she asked. "Are you ready for me?"
"I said I'd tell you when, didn't I?" shouted Helen, drawing back her fist. "Now you just sit there and wait until I tell you when."
"Yes," answered Sue sheepishly. "Anything you say."
And now Helen knew that she had complete mastery over her victim. Sue was well aware of the roles in their relationship now. She was to be dominated, and that's all there was to it.
Helen placed her strong fingers at the lips of her vulva and spread them wide. Then she settled back on the chair and nodded to Sue. "You can begin now."
Sue leaped toward Helen's cunny frantically, covering the entire area with warm, wet kisses. She bit into the pubic hair and let it slide through her teeth for a few moments before attacking the cunny itself. And when she finally arrived at that spot, she poured her tongue into the area with an uncontrolled frenzy.
Even Helen was amazed at the ferocity of Sue's attack. For a woman who had never indulged in this form of sex, she was certainly making up in enthusiasm what she lacked in technique. And she was obviously enjoying every moment of it.
Her tongue swept into every inch of space in that area, licking it frantically until the beads of saliva and the flow of love juices united in tiny pools. Though Sue had never kissed a woman in that spot before, she was nevertheless quite familiar with the most sensitive parts of the crotch, and made a special effort to reach all of them over and over again until even Helen, who was there for revenge instead of pleasure, found herself being turned on by the oral attack.
She allowed Sue the opportunity to work the passion out of her system for nearly half an hour before she finally put her hands into her pupil's hair and pulled her face away from the wet vee of her body. "We'd better quit while we're ahead, don't you think?" she said sternly. "Wouldn't want your husband to find us in this sort of shape, now would we?"
"No, no, I guess we wouldn't," replied Sue groggily. The exertion of her passion had drained her and brought the sense of reality back to her thinking.
"Just who are you, and why did you pick me out?" asked Sue, as the two of them began dressing. They bad each adjourned to one of the bathrooms in the house and washed off the moisture that was clinging to them. Now they were dressing where their clothing had been strewn.
"I really was on a survey," Helen lied, "and when I saw how lovely you were, it nearly took my breath away. I'm not a real lesbian, although I have had an experience or two with other women. It's just that every once in a while some woman turns me on enough to make me want her body. And today, that's the way it happened with you. Tell me, did you enjoy it, too?"
"Oh, yes, you know I did. I never knew that it could be so thrilling, so exhilarating. It's opened up a whole new world of sex for me."
"If you like it so well," said Helen, stealing a brief look toward her, "why don't you try it with your friends?"
"Well, the only friend I know who might enjoy it is Trudy, and I don't know how to go about approaching the subject with her."
.'Is there any way that I might be able to help you?"
"Gee, I don't know. I'd have to think about it. Besides, I don't know if I'm so anxious to share you with anyone ... even Trudy. And the most ridiculous thing of all is that I don't even know your name."
"My name is Helen, and we'll let it go at that for now, shall we?"
"Whatever you say, Helen. You're the boss."
"And we're going to keep it that way! Which brings us back to your friend Trudy. ,You know, it's going to get awfully boring for just the two of us after a while. I really think we ought to bring her into the game."
"I don't know, Helen. Trudy's become a real swinger lately, but this - well, I'm just not sure."
"You just leave it to me. Now here's how we're going to work it. Can you get her over here one afternoon this week? Say, Thursday?"
"Yes, I think I can."
"That's all you have to do. Just get her here, and I'll take care of the rest. You'll see, it's going to be fun and game times for all of us."
Trudy arrived at noon on the appointed Thursday, anxious to see why Sue had. made a point of inviting her. Since the. new sex experimentation with their husbands had begun, the two women had seen quite a bit of each other. However, this afternoon meeting had a ring of insistence to it that Trudy found puzzling. Her puzzlement grew even greater when she was introduced to Helen. Helen was wearing her customary nurse's uniform and at first, Trudy thought that there was some health problem afoot. The women were introduced, and Trudy felt a warm glow travel up her arm from Helen's handshake. She was also enchanted by Helen's eyes. They stared deeply into her own and practically bored their way deep into her soul. It made her feel at once, uneasy - and yet, quite stimulated.
"Now let me tell you why I was so anxious for you to meet Helen," Sue began. She was a bit flustered and nervous - and it showed. "Helen and I - well, that is, we've, oh, dammit, Helen, you're better at this ... YOU tell her."
"I'll be happy to," said Helen, looking deeply into Trudy's eyes once again. "What Sue is trying to say is that she and I have become lovers."
The bluntness of the statement came as a shock to Sue as well as it did to Trudy, causing them both to gasp aloud in shock. But of the two, Trudy was definitely the more startled. Her face blanched and her hands clasped tightly. Her lips moved, but no sound escaped from them.
"Does it shock you so much to find that your friend is capable of. loving another woman?" asked Helen.
"Yes," replied Trudy. "Yes, it does."
"Do you doubt that we're telling you the truth?"
"Yes, I do," answered Trudy, regaining a glimmer of hope in her voice. "Yes, I think you're both having a big joke at my expense. And it isn't the least bit funny."
"Well, Sue," said Helen. "It seems that your friend needs a bit of convincing in this matter. Should you and I give her a bit of positive proof?"
"Whatever you say, Helen," replied Sue, in a tone that revealed complete submission. "Whatever you say."
"All right then," snapped Helen. "Come over here and undress me."
"Sue, you're not going to go through with this, are you?" pleaded Trudy with tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"Of course I am," Sue replied. "And after you've seen how marvelous it can be, we know that you'll want to join the party. Won't she, Helen?"
"Yes, she certainly will," answered Helen with a victorious smile creeping across her lips. This experience was a double victory for her. She was not only punishing the husbands of these women for taking such cavalier liberties with her roommate - but she was enjoying the experience of woman-to-woman sex with two virgins in this art - and that was always a pleasurable experience for her. Highly pleasurable, indeed.
"I won't stay here and watch this," said Trudy, rising and starting for the door. "You two can do what you want, but I don't have to see it."
"Trudy," called Sue, as Helen reached for the door knob. "Do you remember that thing you and Sid pulled on Lou and me Up at the cabin?"
"Of course. How could I ever forget it?"
"Well, it's the same thing all over again. You can walk out of here now and think you're escaping - but you really aren't, because you'll go through the rest of your life wondering what really took place in here. Please come back and watch. It's a beautiful experience, and I, know you'll enjoy it once you get the stigma of it out of your mind. Come on, stay and watch - PLEASE?"
Trudy paused at the doorway. One sudden move would have put her outside of the house and away from the fate that had been planned for her. But she never made that move. The curiosity that had been planted in her mind overwhelmed every other instinct and caused her to turn and walk slowly back to her seat on the chair. It was to be a move that would alter the course of her entire life.
"All right, Sue," snapped Helen. "It's time for you to get back to your work. Come here and undress me."
This time there was nothing to deter Sue from her command. She approached Helen and began working on the buttons of her uniform. It didn't take long before the uniform was slipped from Helen's shoulders and flung over the back of a nearby chair. Then Sue began working on Helen's bra. In an instant the clasp was undone and the massive breasts burst out into the open - unfettered, and firm. Sue began to place her lips over the left breast, but Helen pushed her away. "First undress me completely," she demanded. "Then you can have your fun."
Sue undid the white stockings from the garter belt and rolled them tauntingly down Helen's sturdy legs. When each shoe and stocking had been removed, she placed her fingertips under the elastic of Helen's panties and pulled them over her hips and down beneath her knees. Helen smiled at the proficiency of her pupil, but said nothing. When the garter belt had been removed, Helen stood before the two women in her nude majesty. Hers was a majestic body to behold, for it was feminine with curves and soft flesh - and yet there was a rippling of muscle that showed a deep strength.
Helen stood in the center of the room, with her legs spread apart and her hands firmly on her hips. "All right, Sue," she said, "now you can undress Trudy."
Trudy was stunned beyond words. "Now wait a minute. I didn't - I wasn't - you can't -"
"Ah, but we can," said Helen, "and believe me, we will! Go ahead, Sue. Do as I told you. Undress her."
Sue moved toward Trudy unhesitatingly. She was filled with Helen's strength and confidence and it actually radiated from her. Trudy made one feeble attempt to protest and then surrendered. Whatever was to happen to her this day would happen, and that's all there was to it! The fight was over.
Sue began by unbuttoning Trudy's blouse and peeling it from her shoulders. Then she moved around back of Trudy and unfastened her bra. When it parted and the breasts came toppling out, Sue looked to Helen pleasingly.
"Can I have some of it now?" she asked, much the same as a child might request a cookie.
Helen nodded. "Yes, you may enjoy her entire body while you're uncovering it."
"Thank you," said Sue appreciatively. The power that Helen held over her was unbelievable, for it was even stronger than hypnotism. She, herself, didn't know why Helen's influence was so strong, because amazingly enough they had only been in contact that one time before. But there it was, and deep down inside Sue actually seemed to welcome Helen's domination.
Now it was her task to dominate Trudy. She began by placing her hand on Trudy's right breast and her lips around the nipple of the left one. Then, as her fingertips began massaging one breast, her lips and tongue did their work on the other. Trudy began to squirm on the edge of her chair. She was very close to Sue because of their new sex adventures, but the sight of Sue leaning over her body to stimulate her breasts was an entirely different sensation. It was like having a man trying to seduce her - but then again, it wasn't. It was, in fact, like nothing else she had ever experienced in her lifetime.
Sue kept at Trudy's nipples until they were firm as steel and dripping with saliva. Then she removed her lips from them and asked Trudy to rise. She did, and Sue went immediately to the zipper on the side of her slacks. In an instant it was opened and the slacks were being pulled down Trudy's legs to the floor. Sue remained on her knees and began kissing Trudy's thighs all around the area of her crotch. Trudy gasped at the sensation her friend was bringing to her, and opened her legs a bit wider to give Sue more room to operate. And operate, she did! In a twinkling, Sue had raised the panty leg and had inserted her tongue deep inside until it was rubbing against the pubic hair and flirting with the edge of the vulva. Trudy squirmed a bit more and then even more as Sue pulled the panty leg even farther out and finally placed her tongue on the love spot that was beginning to ooze with the juices of love. By now, Trudy was so wild with passion that she pushed Sue away from her body and pulled her own panties off, throwing them halfway across the room with excitement.
"Hold it! Hold it right there," came Helen's voice, booming from her vantage point. "If we're going to do this thing, we're going to do it right. Are you ready to take instruction from me, Trudy?" she asked.
"Yes," said Trudy, almost desperately. "Yes, I am."
"All right then," barked Helen. "I want you to get on the edge of the sofa, place yourself on your hands and knees, bend over with your head on the couch - and spread the cheeks of, your rear end with your fingertips."
Without a moment's hesitation, Trudy did exactly as she was told. Then, when she was in the required position, Helen placed her arm around Sue's shoulder and led her to the couch. "I want you to put on a performance that will make me very proud of you," she said, stroking Sue's breasts with her electrifying fingertips. "Begin by putting your tongue all around her ass, and then get it deep inside the asshole itself. I'll know when you're in there, because Trudy will let me hear her reaction to it. Then, when you've given that about five minutes, move your mouth down to her cunny and lap it until she's had at least seven orgasms. Remember now, I want her to come exactly seven times. Then I'll do a little something on my own to give her three more. All right now, Sue, you may begin."
Sue leaped to the task like a hungry dog after a bone. She pushed her face deep into the crevice of Trudy's bottom and began flicking her tongue into spot at breathtaking speed. Trudy, on the receiving end of this assault, began groaning with passion from the first moment of contact and as the action grew more frantic, her cries and sobs of passion increased accordingly.
Helen seated herself on the sofa in a spot right next to Trudy's head so that she could begin stroking her hair with a reassuring touch. "Talk to me, Trudy," she said softly. "Tell me how it feels to have Sue's tongue in your ass."
"It-it feels so fantastic - so wild!"
"Yes, I know it does. Have you come yet?"
"Yes, I came the second her tongue first got to me."
"Okay then. That's one down and six to go. I want you to tell me what's happening down below and when your climax is taking place."
"Her tongue - it's still working around the crack," said Trudy, "and it's making me feel so ... so ... oooooh, there I go again ... ahh ... oh - oh!"
"That's two. All right, keep talking to me."
"Now she's moving down to the center of it. She's right at the asshole and she's licking the edges. It's ... it's ... making me come again THERE! Oh, Lord ... it's so good."
"Three down and four to go," said Helen methodically.
"Now the tongue is going up into my asshole. I can't believe that Sue is doing this to me. It's IN ... it's IN ... oh, God ... it's, up there. Aaaaah ... ohhhh, again ... here, I'm coming again oooooh!"
"There's four times. All right, Sue, now get down to the love spot. You know what to do."
Without replying, Sue pushed her face down into Trudy's cunny and began running her tongue up and down the edges of the moistened lips. By now the area was so well moistened that it was difficult to tell the difference between Trudy's juices and Sue's saliva.
"You're not talking to me," snapped Helen. "I told you I wanted to hear what was happening down there."
"I'm sorry," replied Trudy. "It's just that I'm so crazy with passion right now that I don't even know what's happening to me. She's got her tongue deep inside my cunny, and it's making me come so fast now that I can't even keep track of the times myself. There, I just came again ... and now it's building up to come again - and there, unh ... hah ... oooooh ... ooooob ... again."
"All right, my dear," said Helen with a cruel smile on her face. "You've been on the taking end long enough. I want you to give a little now."
"How - how do you mean?"
"Let me show you."
Helen shifted her leg, raising it over the bodies of the women and placed her crotch directly in front of Trudy's head. "Turn your face up here, Trudy," she commanded. "I've got a present for you."
Trudy turned her face up as Helen commanded, and found the gaping lips of Helen's cunny staring her in the face. "And now it's your turn to eat a little," said Helen, taking two fistfuls of Trudy's hair and pushing the face deep into her tawny muff.
Trudy tried to scream at this sudden movement, but her voice was lost deep in the cavern of Helen's body.
"Come on, eat my pussy," demanded Helen. "What the hell do you think I've got you down there for? Come on - EAT, damn you, EAT!"
Helen's pressure increased tremendously with her words, and a moment later she had Trudy's face pressed so deeply into her crotch that there was nothing left for her to do - BUT eat. And eat, she did! Her tongue worked like a piston in Helen's cunny, lapping up the juices as fast as they flowed from that spot. Meanwhile, back at Trudy's own rear, Sue was still performing on her and making the love liquid fly.
At this point, Helen's approach to Trudy now began to change. Instead of the harsh treatment, she began to comfort her and give her the words of endearment and encouragement that she knew the woman must need.
"That's right, love," she cooed softly. "You're doing it good now. Real good. Mmmmmm, your tongue is so hot and so wet, it's making me feel good all over. You like to make me feel good, don't you?"
Trudy's response was to lick just a little bit harder and jam her tongue into the slot just a little bit deeper.
"Yes," murmured Helen, "you really like to please me. You never thought it could be this way with another woman, did you? But now you're learning differently. Now you know how wonderful it can be. We're not the least bit like men. They don't know our inner feelings, Or our deepest emotions ... so why should we waste our lives on them? Especially when we can get so much more from another woman. Companionship, compassion, and truth. That's what we mean to each other. Another woman doesn't want to make you pregnant and tear out your body in childbirth. No, Trudy dear. All she wants is to make you feel good inside - and have you make her. feel good, too. Oh, Trudy, love, you're doing me so good I can't believe it's for real."
Those words seemed to stimulate Trudy even more than ever, and by the time the session had ended she had been pushed over the brink of reality and into the world that Helen. had meticulously opened for her.
The three women took turns washing and once they had all dressed and met again in the living room, the change in their relationship toward each other was acutely evident.
"When will you be back to see us again, Helen," asked Trudy nervously. From the tremor in her voice it was evident that if Helen said she'd never be back, Trudy would have gone completely tops.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll be back very soon," she answered in her most reassuring tone. "But in the meantime, don't hold off on my account. You two can enjoy each other as often as you like now, you know."
"Oh, yes, we plan to," replied Sue, almost blushing like a schoolgirl. "But we would want you to be with us as often as you possibly can."
"I'm delighted that you both want and need me so badly," said Helen, preparing her bombshell. "But the only question I have in my mind, is this. Exactly how dedicated are you to this woman-to-woman relationship? I know you'll perform your act in front of me - but would you do it for your husbands?"
There was a long silence in the room, as Trudy and Sue stared dumbly at each other.
"Well," repeated Helen, "would you, or wouldn't you? I'm very curious to know."
"Well," said Trudy hesitantly. "If the situation were right I think I'd take a swing at it. It sure p would knock Lou for a loop, though. What about you, Sue?"
"Sure, I'd play with you in front of Sid. Why not? I'm not ashamed of it. In fact, the next time we all get together for a session, why don't we spring it on the guys?"
"I'm game if you are," answered Trudy. "But maybe we ought to get in a little practice before then just so we're really good at it. After all, today was just my first fling at this sort of thing. I don't think I'm ready to give the guys a show just yet."
"Don't sell yourself short, Trudy," said Helen. "You did a real good job on me, real good. And Sue is one of the best in the business, don't you agree?"
"Yes," answered Trudy quickly. "She gave me all I could handle, that's for sure. The only thing that worries me is what the boys are going to say about all this."
"Fuck 'em," said Helen swiftly. "Who gives a damn what they have to say about your private lives? Don't you agree, Sue?"
"Yes, I do," answered Sue. "If they don't like our little fun and games, then they can go and find themselves some other playmates because I like this kind of sex just fine. In fact, the way I feel right now, if I never get another cock inside me, it'll be too soon."
Helen left the house with a warm smile, but the moment that she was out of earshot, she broke into gales of laughter. She had won her point and she knew it. Sue was hopelessly hooked, and Trudy was right on the brink of it. Now her revenge for Vicki was complete, because in no time at all, both marriages would be in shambles. And it had been so easy. So very easy.
CHAPTER SIX
At ten o'clock the following morning, Trudy was at Sue's door. She entered, and the women fell into an immediate embrace. Their lips pressed together and their tongues clashed for several minutes at a furious pace.
"I never thought I'd ever miss you as much as I did last night," said Trudy, drawing back and looking at her friend. "I couldn't believe it would affect me this strongly."
"I'm glad that it did," smiled Sue.
"I couldn't wait for Lou to get out of the house this morning so I could get over here to see you. Isn't that crazy?"
"Not really," answered Sue. "I know just what you mean. Sid wanted to get frisky last night, and I nearly puked in his face because it seemed so revolting to me. I told him I had a headache and went to bed at nine o'clock so I wouldn't have to put up with all his goddam pawing at me. I swear, Trudy, I think I'd be content if I never had another cock in me for the rest of my life."
"Now that's strange, because it hasn't affected me quite that strongly," answered Trudy. "I enjoy the physical sensation of woman-to-woman sex more than I ever imagined I would, but I still want to feel Lou inside of me, too. Just how do you explain that?"
"I don't know," said Sue. "The only thing I can figure is that I must be a latent lesbian and it took Helen to bring it out of me. Anyway, now that I've tasted the thrill of it, I don't want to go back to the old ways again - ever."
"Are you really serious?"
"Never been more serious in my life. Now come on, get your clothes off and give me my kicks for the day."
"You don't have to ask me twice," said Trudy, beginning to pull off her sweater. "I'm ready right now." .
Less than a minute later, the two women were completely in the nude and locked in each other's arms.
"Let's go into the bedroom," said Sue. "We can get a lot more comfortable there."
The large double bed was still unmade from the previous night, and the two women fell into the soft mattress the moment they entered the room.
"You're the one who's so excited," said Trudy. "Maybe I'd better get some of that steam out of your system before we start our session."
"I'm not prone to argue," chuckled Sue, stretching herself out on her back and spreading her fleshy thighs wide apart.
Trudy moved into the area and then backed off. "Why don't you put a pillow under your hips," she said. "It'll give me a better crack at your cunny."
"No sooner said than done," replied Sue, raising her middle and sliding the pillow beneath her. "Now you can go to it."
Trudy approached Sue's crotch and placed her fingertips on the lips of her vulva. Then she moved her mouth down into the area and began flicking her tongue at the juicy nest. The first several flicks were to tantalize Sue and make her even wilder with desire. And they had that effect, because Sue began clenching and unclenching her fingers, squeezing, and releasing her toes, and breathing heavily as if she were in the throes of labor.
"Come on, Trudy," she snapped. "Get that frigging tongue into me before I go off my rocker."
"Don't be so impatient, love," replied Trudy. "The longer it takes now, the better it's going to feel later."
"But I want it to feel good right now," cried Sue, thrusting her pelvis up to meet Trudy's face. "Please ... now!"
Trudy had planned to taunt Sue for another five. or ten minutes, but the fierce pleading of her friend was more than she could. stand. She determined to get the show on the road right now, and that's all there was to it. Her tongue stiffened and moved swiftly for the pinkish slit. The lips of Sue's vulva were swimming in moisture as the tongue reached them and began gliding up. one side and down the other. Sue squealed unashamedly, and shoved her fists into her mouth to keep from screaming aloud. Trudy, aware of the effect she was having on Sue, really warmed up to her task now. This was going to be a session that she would never forget. Ever!
Trudy tried keeping up with the elusive love spot that was fairly dancing before her eyes, but it was difficult. Sue's hips were revolving so rapidly that the only way Trudy could maintain contact was to sink her tongue deeply into the moist love nest. And that was exactly what she did. The tongue slid in deeper and still deeper while Sue writhed helplessly beneath her. Once her anchorage had been secured, Trudy began a series of tongue manipulations that nearly put Sue into orbit. Each. wriggle and flicker of the organ made the love juices pour from that sensitive spot. This continued until Sue, who never dreamed that she could become over-saturated with cunnilingus, finally called for Trudy to stop.
But Trudy continued. She was so caught up in the sensation that it was impossible for her to stop, even though her friend on the bed was pleading for her to do so. She anchored herself into Sue's crotch even deeper, squeezed Sue's buttocks with fingers of steel, and began manipulating her tongue with the most intricate maneuvers possible. By now, Sue was on the verge of collapse. The exertion of so many orgasms had weakened her considerably, and the sensation down in her crotch was so acute that every touch of Trudy's tongue sent the juices flowing in an uncontrollable torrent. She knew that she had to escape from this tender trap or lose her sanity.
She reached down to Trudy's head and grabbed two handfuls of hair just as severely as she could. Then, with all of her remaining strength, she gave a tremendous tug that actually dislodged Trudy's mouth from her crotch. Trudy went to go after the spot again, but Sue moved too quickly. She closed her legs, and flipped over on her side, and pulled Trudy's hair again, causing her body to topple on to the bed.. Sue released Trudy's hair and pounced on her body like a cat. Her strength had returned, and now .she was going to give Trudy a sample of unstoppable cunnilingus.
Actually, Trudy was anxious to cooperate with Sue now that her spell had been broken. She lay flat on her . back, spread her legs wide, and welcomed her friend in. Sue pushed her face into the muff and began feasting hungrily on the pink lips of Trudy's vulva. In a few moments the juices were pouring from the spot and Trudy's hips were rotating as if they were connected to a motor.
Trudy's hands crept down on the sheets until they reached a spot where Sue's hands could join them. Their fingers entwined and the flow of love passed between them.
"Oh, Sue," moaned Trudy. "You're making me feel so good. I love you. I never thought that I could love you as much as I do now - but I really do. Lou has kissed me down there a hundred times, but it never felt like this. I'm coming ... and coming ... and coming ... and I can't stop. And I don't want to stop. Not now, not ever."
"And we won't stop, Trudy," said Sue, taking her lips away from that highly inflamed area for just a moment. "No matter what else happens in our lives, we'll have each other."
Sue moved up further on the bed and placed her lips against Trudy's. Again, their tongues met and. clashed together, while their eager hands caressed each other's bodies.
"What about a sixty-nine?'! asked Trudy. "You think that might be fun?"
"How could it miss?" replied Sue, moving herself into the proper position. "Let's hit it right now."
It began with Sue on top, and Trudy beneath. Sue spread her legs and rested her body on her knees so that her muff wouldn't press too deeply into Trudy's face. Then she pressed her own face into Trudy's crotch and began flailing away with her red hot tongue.
Trudy squealed and pushed her face upward into Sue's cunny. Her hands reached up and began fondling Sue's buttocks all the while, and the sensation made Sue work even more feverishly than before. She pushed open the lips of Trudy's vulva and rammed her tongue in as deeply as it could possibly penetrate - and when it had been secured, she attacked relentlessly. Sue even brought her teeth into play at this point, rubbing them up and down the lips of Trudy's vulva until the, poor, woman had to scream for relief. The sensation was just too much for her to bear.
The sixty-nine continued on for the next fifteen minutes, completely uninterrupted. The women lost track of the orgasms they had experienced because one seemed to blend into the next with unbelievable rapidity. And then, when they were completely spent, they withdrew and dozed for the next hour. The sleep, plus liberal belts of Scotch, revived the women to a point where they were both ready to go at each other again. Obviously, the novelty of woman-to-woman sex had a long way to go before they tired of it.
"Did you like it when I had my tongue up in your ass yesterday?" asked Sue.
"Oh, yes, you bet I did."
"All right then, why don't we go that way for a while? Then when I've reamed you lone enough, you can do me."
"I'm ready if you are."
Trudy placed herself on the edge of the bed and got to her knees. Then she rested her head on the pillow, reached around to spread the cheeks of her buttocks, and waited. She didn't have much of a wait at all. Sue pressed her face into the spot immediately and slid her tongue up and down the crevice until Trudy became wild with excitement.
"Can you make me come as many times as before?" she asked Sue.
"You bet I can," was her answer. "Just wait and see."
The tongue worked its magic in Trudy's rear end, causing the juices to flow from her cunny in a torrent. Sue was having the time of her life tantalizing Trudy now, because she had been in the anal area for ,over five minutes and still hadn't penetrated the center spot.
When she, did, Trudy jerked her body as if her flesh had been touched by a white hot poker. Sue ignored the frantic movement, and burrowed her. face deeper into the area. Her tongue forced its way into the tiny aperture and pressed on until it had disappeared inside of her entirely. By now, Trudy was moaning and groaning with passionate zeal and was oblivious to everything else that was going on around her. Sue, also, was so wrapped up in her labor that she failed to hear the front door open and detect Sid's footsteps heading toward the bedroom.
Sid was on the prod for some sex from his wife. So much on the prod, in fact, that he saved up his lunchtime to come home and make up for the activity that he had missed the night before. He had seen Sue's car still in the garage and knew she must be home, so he headed for the bedroom where he had seen her last. What he found there, however, was hardly what he had expected to find.
Trudy was still on her knees, with her bottom pushed upward. Sue had a firm grip on Trudy's thighs and had her tongue jammed deeply into Trudy's anus. Both women were squealing and squirming about in the throes of sexual bliss, completely unaware of his presence. Ski's cry of shock brought them back to reality in a twinkling. They both detached hurriedly and turned to face the livid rage of the man. Sid started to speak several times, but the words jammed up in his mouth. He was so utterly shocked he was physically speechless.
"What's the matter, darling?" Sue asked with mock coyness. "Is something bothering you?"
Trudy, who knew that this was about to erupt into a family war that she wanted no part of, darted past Sid and out into the living room. Her clothing, that Sid had somehow missed seeing, was put on quickly and in less than five minutes she was dressed and out of the house.
In the bedroom; Sid looked at his wife with a mixture of hate and disgust. "How could you?" he kept saying over and over again. "How could you do this, Sue?"
"It's really very easy once you get the hang of it," she chuckled to him nastily. "Nothing to it at all. Now come over here and let me give you a big French kiss. After where my tongue has just been, I want to keep the same taste in my mouth."
Sid walked toward his wife like a man in a trance. There was no color in his face and his shoulders were drooped lower than Sue had ever seen before. He appeared to be completely whipped. And then, when Sue was convinced that he was a beaten man - he struck. Sue didn't see the punch coming until it was too late for her to react. It was a backhand blow, delivered, with all the strength in Sid's body. The knuckles cracked against the side of Sue's head and dropped her to the floor like a shot. If it had hit her in the jaw, it would have snapped it like a matchstick. As it was, the flesh on her forehead opened up from the force of the blow and sent blood splattering all over the bed and the carpet.
Sid reached down, picked her up under the arms and steadying her for a moment, delivered a right hand uppercut to her stomach that doubled her over like a rag doll. Sue was still in this position when Sid's knee came up, catching her right on the tip of the chin. Her body hurtled backward and a moment later she had mercifully passed out cold. Sid pulled the limp body into the bathroom, pushed her under the shower, and turned on the cold faucet. The shock of the water revived her, and in an instant she had pulled herself out of the shower stall, dripping with water and blood.
"Miserable rotten slut," said Sid, drawing his fist back again. "A fucking dyke, that's what you are. My wife a dyke. I can't believe it."
"Well, you'd better believe it," she said, through lips that were beginning to swell and discolor. "You'd better believe it, because that's the, only way I'm going to go from now on and for the rest of my life."
"Why didn't you tell me it was this way," he said, beginning to soften at the sight of her mutilated face. "I could have gotten psychiatric help for you."
"And just what makes you think I wanted any," she replied, taking the upper hand. "I tried it with another woman, liked it ... got Trudy involved, and now we're both hooked, She once said that she would stay with Lou even though she liked having her sex with me ... but after what happened today, I think she's going to go all the way, too. Now why don't you just get the hell out of here so I can clean myself up, pack and get out."
"Then you're leaving today? This is it? Good-bye?"
"You bet your ass it is. Tell people whatever the hell you want about why we split up, I don't give a damn. All I want is to be away from you and that big greasy cock of yours. Now leave me alone, dammit, leave me alone!"
The shock had begun to wear off and the pain was starting to creep over Sue's head and body. She knew that she had to keep moving before she stiffened up, so she got down her suitcase, packed it as quickly as she could, and dragged it out to her car. Sid stood by helplessly. He tried to speak to her several times, but nothing seemed to come out. It was just all too incredible for him to bear. His marriage was over and his wife was a lesbian. Incredible! Sid went to the bar and poured himself a triple. He was going to need it to dull the pain of what he had seen and what he was going to have to live with for the rest of his life.
With her body trembling violently, Sue drove straight for Trudy's home. There was no way that she could check into a motel looking like this. Besides, she needed medication and help.
Trudy nearly fainted at the sight standing in her doorway. She screamed, began crying hysterically, and led Sue into the bathroom to begin making repairs.
"This is what a man can do to you," Sue kept saying over and over as Trudy applied cold compresses. "Isn't that beautiful?"
"I wonder if Lou would do that to me?" Trudy replied. "I wonder if he would?"
"Why wait to find out?" answered Sue. "Leave the bastard a note and let's get away together. We can go up to the cabin for a few days until I'm feeling better. And then we can let the lawyers arrange everything for us. We'll take all we can get from those bastards - and then we'll go away together. Far away. What do you say?"
Trudy thought it over for less than a minute, then reached for her suitcase.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Word of the double divorce spread through the factory like a prairie fire. The suits were uncontested and therefore the facts were never fully aired in public. This lack of official information proved to be a source of great delight to the gossipmongers in the factory. Now they could fully utilize their powers of imagination to speculate on the reasons for the divorces - and this they did with great enthusiasm.
Lou and Sid, mindful of the rumors that flowed around them, went on about their work as energetically as they possibly could. They busied themselves in as many committees and projects that time would allow, as if to defeat their problems by the sheer force of work. This plan proved somewhat successful, because six months after their separations, both men were able to walk through the entire factory without suffering any of the usual smirks or clandestine whispers from the other employees.
The two men had actually become much closer because of their mutual problems. They had dinner together nearly every night of the week and though each took a separate bachelor apartment, they both lived in the same building. One night at dinner, Lou brought up the subject that had been in the back of each man's mind for some time.
"I'm getting sick and tired of living like a damn monk," he snorted. "What do you say we get out and swing a little? The world isn't going to come to an end if somebody sees us out on dates. Right?"
"You're right," replied Sid. "I've been thinking about it for some time myself. When would you like to begin?"
"Hell, what about tonight? I-hear there's a bar in that bowling alley near the plant that really has a lot of action at night."
"You think a couple of old farts like us could do any good in there?" Sid answered.
"There's only one way to tell," replied Lou. "Let's go and see for ourselves."
They left Sid's car at the restaurant's parking lot and took Lou's car to the bowling alley. It was about eight-thirty when they pulled into the lot and made their way into the building. There was the usual flurry of activity on the alleys and they both stopped to watch the bowlers for a few moments before heading toward the bar which was dimly lit and only partially filled as they made their way to a table.
"Looks like a false alarm," said Lou disappointedly.
"Don't give up yet," replied Sid, becoming his old aggressive self once again. "It's still early."
The waitress was a cute blonde in her early twenties. Her blouse was well packed and her miniskirt showed a tantalizing pair of legs. Both men began to squirm with anticipation. It was a great feeling to have once again.
"We're kind of new around here," said Lou. "How's the action in this room?"
"What do you mean?" asked the girl.
"You know," said Sid. "Are there any fun people In here, or just a bunch of characters slopping down the booze?"
"We get a little bit of everything in here," the girl replied, showing a smile that revealed two very large dimples. "But I must say that most of the action gets started around ten or so. That's when the leagues are finished rolling for the night. The people come in for a little belt or two and then the fun begins. Why don't you stick around?"
"We're going to do just that," answered Lou. "You can bet on it."
The men nursed their drinks along for another hour or so and sat there waiting like a pair of spiders in a web. Then, just as the girl had said, the people began trickling into the bar by the threes and fours. The laughter was loud and the spirits were jovial. It was a pleasant sound to them both. Their quest was unescorted females, and, as luck would have it, a party of four young women entered, had a quick drink, and separated. Two left and the other two remained for a second drink.
Lou called the waitress over immediately and told her to send the girls a round. Then they watched to see what would happen. The waitress brought the girls the drinks and then pointed in the direction of the men's table when the girls asked for the whereabouts of their benefactors. Sid waved, and in an instant the girls were heading toward them. Introductions followed swiftly and in a few minutes the drinks were flowing and the laughter was rising from their table. The girls were Edna and Margie. They were both under twenty-five, unmarried, and out for fun.
Edna was a redhead with green eyes, and a milky-white complexion. Her breasts were large and well formed and her hips were like a work of art. They melted down into her thighs to form one of the most sensational crotch areas that either man had ever seen. She was absolutely devastating.
Margie was tall and willowy. She looked like a high-fashion model but with just a little more flesh than the average model possesses. Her face was long and the bone structure was sharp and perfectly formed.
When the boys attempted to introduce themselves, both girls began giggling.
"What's the matter?" asked Lou, puzzled.
"We know who you guys are," answered Edna.
"Now how in the hell did you know that?" asked Sid.
"Because we both work at the factory," answered Margie. "You might not know us - but we sure do know you."
The effect of Margie's words on the men was staggering. They looked at each other with pained, puzzled expressions, while the wind seemed to leave their sails.
"Hey, come on," said Margie, "relax, will you? How come you guys are getting so uptight all of a sudden?"
"Yeah," said Lou, suddenly snapping out of his dark mood. "Why the hell ARE we getting so uptight? After all, we're just a couple of single studs out on the town."
"Yes, that's true," answered Sid. "But we're also executives at the factory - remember? Now I don't mean this as a putdown to you girls, but as executives we shouldn't be running around socially with employees. It just isn't company policy."
"Was it company policy when you two guys were balling Vicki?" asked Edna, her face becoming as red as her hair.
"Well, I -" stammered Sid, suddenly losing his composure.
"You're absolutely right, Edna," said Lou, now the aggressor. "There's no way in the world we can try to pose as moralists. If everybody knew about us and Vicki, then we'd be damned fools to try and deny it. And we'd be bigger fools to pass up a couple of great girls like you because we're still trying to live a lie. What do you say to that, Sid?"
"I'll have to go along with you, Lou," he replied. "I guess I was still being the big executive instead of a human being. And believe me, girls ... I am a human being."
"Maybe you'll get a chance to prove it before the night's over," smiled Edna.
"Why sit around and speculate?" asked Lou boldly. "Let's go over to my place and see what we're going to see right now."
"That's okay with me," said Margie. "What about you, Edna?"
"Need you ask?" said Edna, reaching for her bag. "I was ready an hour ago."
They picked up Sid's car on the way, and Margie paired off with him. Then they drove to Lou's apartment.
"Anybody want a drink first?" asked Lou, trying to play the perfect host.
"Not me," replied Edna. "I'm ready to go right now. What about you, Margie?"
"Me, too."
"All right," said Lou. "The couch opens up to a sleeper bed, and you two can use it. Edna and I will take the bedroom."
"Fair enough," said Margie. "And when we're all finished, why don't we meet out here again?"
"All right," answered Edna, "but Lou and I might not be finished until next March."
It was a good exit line and a moment later Lou and Edna were in Lou's bedroom with the door closed. They faced each other, and then met in a warm, wet kiss. Edna's tongue was like a little piston, darting in and out of Lou's lips, and leaving a trail of fire wherever it hit. Lou pulled her to his body as firmly as he possibly could, practically squeezing the breath from her. Then he drilled his own tongue deep into her mouth and created ripples of passion up and down her body as well.
"You see any reason why we ought to be standing up here with our clothes on, when we could be lying down there nice and comfy with them off?" she asked.
"Nope."
"Then what in the hell are we doing it for?"
"Beats me."
Edna broke from the embrace and began undoing the zipper in back of her dress. In an instant she had pulled the dress from her body and was working on her underclothes. Lou, inspired by her haste, did the same and they were both undressed at practically the same time. Lou reached to kiss her again, but she ducked under his outstretched arm and threw herself on to the bed.
"Come here and play, tiger," she whispered.
"It's much better laying down than standing up."
Lou complied, and the moment he was next to her, she reached down, took his rod in her hand and guided it into her lips.
"Edna, oh, Edna." Lou murmured as her lips flew up and down his swollen shaft. "You're terrific!"
She was, too. Edna knew her way around a man's tool and didn't mind demonstrating her ability whenever the occasion arose. Her lips were like moist magnets, sucking up the flesh and then releasing it an instant later - only to reclaim it quickly again. Her saliva was like molten lead, searing his flesh and making the juice in his scrotum boil with excitement.
"No sense in you doing it all on your own." he whispered to her in a voice that was husky with emotion. "Bring your little biscuit up to me and I'll do you some good, too."
Edna didn't have to be invited twice. She swung her body around in a twinkling, putting her rusty-red colored muff up against his lips. Lou's tongue reached out and spread the lips of her vulva, driving itself into the folds. She squealed like a piglet and attacked his rod with an even greater ferocity than ever.
And that's how they went off together. The sperm from Lou's rod tore into Edna's mouth, where she caught it expertly in her cheek, and continued sucking until the entire wad ha4 been drained. Meanwhile, Edna's own juices had been flowing into Lou's hungry lips and he lapped at them until the flow had ceased and the activity of her bottom had rundown.
Then they turned around, kissed each other warmly, and slept. When they awoke fifteen minutes later, they were both ready for action once again. Lou put his lips to Edna's sweet nipples and sucked on them furiously. She responded by tickling his testicles with her long, pointy fingernails, and when his rod was nearly at its peak, she tickled its head until the monster was ready to explode by itself.
"I like to take it up the back way every once in a while," she suggested.
"You mean in the ass?"
"Sure," she said. "Why not? It's a hole, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is at that."
"You're not bashful about putting it in a girl's ass, are you?"
"No, I don't think bashful is the word for it. But if that's what you like, honey ... that's what you're going to get."
"You got some kind of lubricant?" she said, stopping him from getting into position. "It works better that way."
"Gee, I don't know," Lou replied, "I don't use any gook on my hair, and I don't know of what else to think of."
"You got some butter in the fridge?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure."
"Then get that."
Lou had to pass through the living room on the way to the kitchen and he stopped for a moment to observe Sid and Margie, who were far too busy with their own pursuits to see that be was there, or to even care that he was.
Sid was flat on his back With his rod standing firm in the air. Meanwhile, Margie was about to settle herself down on it. Her long legs were bent at the knees, and she was in perfect position to place her cunny over the rod. When the head slipped into place, she gasped aloud and made a little moaning noise from deep in her throat. Lou thought she was going to pile down on it in a hurry now, but she didn't. Instead, she lowered herself slowly and deliberately on the rod, letting it slip in to produce as much pleasure for both of them as she could possibly achieve.
When the tool was imbedded in her as deeply as it could possibly go, she leaned forward and planted her lips on Sid's, kissing him furiously. Sid placed his arms around her and began tickling the'
sensitive area that was surrounding his tool. The gesture was a good one, because it made Margie spring to life like a toy that had suddenly been activated by electricity. She began jerking convulsively on the rod that impaled her and as fast as Sid's fingers flew around her cunny, that much faster she moved on him. Meanwhile, their lips were still mashed together, and the moans that escaped from the pair of them were so inflammatory that Lou nearly went mad with desire. He tore himself away from that scene and rushed to the kitchen for his butter. Then he hurried back to the bedroom where Edna was anxiously awaiting him.
"What took you so long, honey?" she asked. "I thought you'd ducked out on me."
"Nothing like that," he answered. "I was watching the lovers in the other room work. They're really going at-it, all right."
"Yeah, that Margie is something when she gets turned on. You ought to try her some time."
"No doubt that I will. But I'm going to take good care of you first."
"That's what I've been waiting for."
Edna got on her knees and bent way down, allowing Lou to mount her from the rear more easily. He first spread his entire rod with large gobs of butter, and then inserted another large gob into her rectum with his finger. Now he was ready to begin.
He came up as close to her as he could and guided the rod into the crevice. Edna gasped as the hot flesh reached her bottom and gasped even louder when it made its entry - aided by the butter.
Lou, never having participated in this form of sexual activity before, was more excited than he ever imagined he would be. He was actually trembling with excitement as the pole made its way into her extremely narrow aperture. She thrust her bottom toward him to make the entry even more secure, and when he had gone in up to the hilt, all hell broke loose.
Edna's hips were in perpetual motion, twisting and turning and gyrating with frenetic speed. In fact, it was all that Lou could do to stay secured within her. He grasped her by the hips and hung on for dear life while she did it all herself. It was an incredible performance.
Meanwhile, the gestures were working their magic on her nervous system, because the juices fairly flew down her crotch and spilled over her thighs.
"Oh, baby, you're doing me so good," she moaned to Lou, as her juice continued to flow. "You're making me come so good ... so good."
"You're about to make me come, too, baby," he whispered to her as be felt a vibration in his scrotum that told him the end was only moments away.
"Let's go off strong," she said, increasing her speed until her lower body seemed to be in a blur.
"I'm with you," said Lou, beginning to pump on his own. And then the emotion within him grew stronger and stronger. His breath came in quicker bursts, his vision blurred, and the juice suddenly poured from his rod as if from a fire hose. One, two, three ... and even four blasts erupted in rapid succession, while he clung to her desperately. If he hadn't hung on so tightly, he would surely have fallen to the floor from the extreme exertion. And then it was over for them both.
"How do you like the old dirt road?" she asked, when their bodies had been restored to normal.
"Incredible. It really got me turned on."
"I hoped it would. I really dig it myself, but every once in a while I come across a guy who puts me down for wanting it and then that makes me feel kind of bad."
"I can understand that."
"What do you thinks happening in the other room?" she asked.
"There's only, one way to find out. Let's step in and see."
"Lead the way."
They opened the bedroom door and stepped into the dimly lit living room. Sid and Margie were lying. asleep in each other's arms, looking like two innocent young children.
"How do you like that?" said Edna, with mock severity. "Sleeping on the job, like a couple of dead beats. Hey, come on you two, wake up. There's still time to get some action in."
The couple blinked, and then rose, looking sheepishly at the pair standing over them.
"I guess we dozed off," said Margie. "What time is it?"
"Its time we switched partners," said Edna crisply. "Go on, get your ass in the bedroom with Lou and I'll give Sid here a little action. What do you say?"
"It's all right with me," said Margie, rising and stretching her long body to its fullest height. "I've always believed that variety was the spice of life. You ready, Lou?"
"Bet your ass I am."
"Okay, Sid, it's me and you, baby," said Edna, throwing herself on his body and kissing him all over the chest and throat.
Lou and Margie chuckled and headed for the bedroom, arm in arm. There was a glow of anticipation about them as they went, because the newness Of the experience was a stimulant to them both. Lou might have been through for the night with the same partner, but this exchange had him excited all over again. It was to be a lesson that he would remember for some time.
Inside the bedroom, Lou and Margie embraced and then fell to the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Margie's long, angular limbs covered him like an octopus might, and he actually felt overpowered by this tall woman. "I can't believe that body of yours," he murmured in her ear. "It's so long and so beautiful. I want to kiss every inch of it."
"Why don't you?" she whispered back to him. "I think I'd like that just fine." She lay flat on her back, stretched her arms over her head, spread her legs wide and let him do what he wished.
Lou looked down at the body and his heart began pounding like a kettle drum. He saw the small, but exquisitely well-formed breasts, the long torso, the tiny swell of tummy, the lower abdominal region that melted into her shapely hips, and the marvelous little brown nest that lay in the center of the package. Then came those long, willow legs that seemed to go on for an eternity. Even though she was thin in comparison to most women, Margie was truly an exciting woman.
He began by placing his tongue in her left ear and wiggling it about while she squirmed in delight. He "kept it there for several moments and then moved over her body to kiss the other ear with equal vigor. Then he moved down and began kissing her face ... the eyes, the cheeks, the nose, the chin ... and then down to the neck, where he made little nips and bites with his teeth that caused her to squeal aloud with delight.
From there, he moved down toward her breast. The nipples had become swollen and hard from his preliminary caresses and when his lips reached them, they became even more firm. Lou alternated between the left and the right nipple for several minutes, and then he played games by putting an entire breast within his mouth and salivating over it with his wet lips. Margie's lower body was already at work by this point. Her hips were thrusting and gyrating in imitation of the sex act all by themselves, so great was her passion. Lou could have entered her right then and there, but he decided to prolong the pleasure as long as he could because there was still so much of her body that he hadn't touched yet.
From her breasts, he moved down her rib cage, kissing and licking the skin as he went. A moan escaped from her lips as he reached her tummy and planted his tongue deep into her navel. Then , he took the skin between his teeth and nibbled at it for several moments, while his fingers toyed with the soft hair around her cunny. The hair was well moistened by now, and every touch that he made caused more of her juice to flow.
Lou purposely skirted her muff with his lips and went right to work on her legs instead. He would have plenty of time for that spot when he made the trip back up those magnificent shafts. He licked every inch of her left leg to the ankle, and then went to the right leg from the vee of her crotch and worked his way down that one as well. When he reached her right foot, he began with the little toe, sucking each toe for a full minute. Then to the left foot. It took him ten minutes to complete the circuit, and by the time that he did, Margie was practically insane with passion.
Now Lou began working his way up the legs again, this time concentrating his attack on the sensitive skin inside the thighs. He worked his tongue all around the flesh for several minutes, and occasionally blew a burst of hot breath into her crotch, just to keep her passion aroused to a boiling point.
When he felt that he had toyed with her enough, he spread the lips of her vulva and burrowed in deeply with his tongue. Margie gasped and writhed about on the bed in the throes of her passion. Lou had built her up to such, a climax that by now, every area of her body was sensitive and alive with a fire that she had never known before.
"Put it in me, Lou," she pleaded. "I can't wait any more. I've got to feel your cock inside me."
Lou, knowing how strongly he had her hooked, decided to toy with her for a few moments longer before sinking his rod. He began taking bites of her pubic hair with his teeth, drawing the silky threads out, and chewing on them until every hair became a nerve center in her body ... stinging and burning the area with passion.
"Please, Lou, for God's sake, put it in me!" she begged.
"Suck it first," he said. "Put it in your mouth and make it nice and wet for your cunny."
Without a moment's hesitation Margie reached down and took Lou's rod in her lips, fellating it furiously. In fact, if he didn't stop her, she would have sucked it until the love juice came. He withdrew the moist rod from Margie's lips and mounted her long, slender body. Her love nest was so awash with juices that the tool slipped in easily. When his entry was secured, her slim shafts crept around his waist and locked together at the heels, making him a prisoner of her embrace. After experiencing several previous orgasms, Lou knew that his final burst was going to take quite a bit of time in arriving. Therefore, it was going to be a classic session of intercourse.
He began the show with a series of long, slow, steady strokes that punched in and out of her body with the force of a battering ram. Margie's legs helped to support his body and made the thrusting much easier for him. With this assistance, he was able to double his normal number of strokes and cause her to have at least three more orgasms before he moved on to his next stroke. This time he utilized the quick choppy strokes that made her clitoris tremble, causing another wave of love juice to come pouring from her body.
Lou stayed with the short strokes for a few minutes, and then began a series of long withdrawals followed by thrusts of such ferocity that each one made Margie grunt at the air was expelled from her body. Lou was withdrawing his rod up to the very tip and then ramming the lull length of the monster home with a vengeance. He kept at this pace until he felt he was on the brink of his climax. Then he changed his stroke to a series of extremely quick thrusts that began long and deep and finally ended up with little movements of about an inch or two.
Meanwhile, Margie was squeezing his body so tightly with her legs that she nearly snapped him in half. Her final orgasm was an explosion that completely drained her body and caused her to scream into his mouth from the sensation that it brought to her.
They both dozed for several moments and then joined the other pair in the living room. Everyone took turns washing up, then had a final nightcap before calling it an evening.
The following day at the factory both men had mixed emotions. They wanted to see the girls who had given them so much pleasure the night before - and yet they had the terrible fear of breaking down the barrier between executive and employee. It was a very trying situation.
Edna settled the situation in her own way by brazenly phoning Lou from her department and asking him to come down for a visit late in the afternoon.
Lou, nervous by now, called Sid and they, met in his office for a plan of action. The time had come for a decision that would be an emphatic one. Either they would continue to consort with the employees on a social level - or they could break it off cleanly right then and there. The decision was momentous, because ft eventually affected the lives of dozens of people. And this decision was to throw all caution to the winds and continue their relationship with the girls. That one night of glorious sex to these love-starved men was more important than jobs, reputations, or whatever else they possessed.
Together they went down to the assembly line where Edna and Margie worked. The girls were obviously delighted to see them and introduced them to Lillian, Harriet, and Melinda. Of course, the men had seen all these women at various times before, but never under such informal circumstance.
"We told the girls what happened last night," Margie said, "and they said they'd like a little, too."
"You did WHAT?" exploded Sid.
"Don't get excited, honey," said Margie, rubbing his arm softly. "Everybody's cool in this department. There are no secrets here. And besides, what's the big deal? You guys are bachelors, right? What have you got to worry about?"
Sid started to explain the delicate balance of employee-employer relationship, but changed his mind after a few sentences because he realized that his words were falling on uncomprehending ears. So rather than fight it, he resigned himself to whatever fate might be in store and went along with the game.
"We realize that you guys probably need a night or two off after that blast we had yesterday, so why don't we plan on Thursday? The way we figure it could be the most fun," said Edna, with her eyes-now glittering with excitement, "is for the five of us to take on the two of, you. Do you think you could handle it?"
Lou and Sid looked at each other sheepishly. It would be one hell of an ordeal to be sure - but what a fantastic challenge it would be!
"We'll give it a go and see what happens," said Sid, smiling. "I don't know if we can satisfy all of you, but it sure as hell won't be because we didn't try."
"That goes for me, too," said Lou, checking out the three new members of the group. "It's going to be the most work I've done in years, and if it kills me, all I can say is-what away to go!"
The session was scheduled for Lou's apartment at nine o'clock. Sid was the first to arrive and he brought several bottles of whiskey for support. It, figured to be an extremely long night for them all. The girls arrived in one car at nine sharp. They were all dressed for, the occasion and looked as lovely as possible. They began by downing triple highballs with just enough water to drown a gnat. Everyone needed to be extremely well lubricated to perform the acts that would be required before the night was over. And well lubricated they became.
"Well," said Edna, reaching down top off her shoe, "what in the hell are we all waiting for?" That was all the signal needed for mass undressing among the seven people in the room. Lou kicked off his clothing quickly so that he could study the bodies of the three newcomers a bit more closely. And he certainly did like what he saw.
Lillian was a girl in her mid-twenties. She had jet-black hair, huge breasts, and a plump bottom. In her clothing she didn't give an appearance of p much allure, but undressed, her body was very exciting. It made you want to sink into the folds of her flesh and rock away your cares. Lou made a, mental note that he was going to do just that before the night was over.
Harriet was a bit older, probably around thirty-two or thirty-three. She had frosted hair and a golden brown body that was accentuated by the bikini marks around it. She was obviously a sun worshipper, and took great pride in her figure. The skin that had been covered by her brief swimsuit was milky white and moat provocative. Lou reasoned that she would probably be a real tigress in bed and made a mental note to get to her before he was too spent to enjoy her body.
Melinda was the youngest of the new trio. She was about eighteen or nineteen and had a slim, but extremely well-formed body. She appeared to be the coolest of the three and, because of this outward appearance, Lou reasoned that she was probably the hottest and most passionate of the bunch. It usually worked out that way.
When they were all stripped down and ready for action, there was an awkward pause because no one knew exactly how to get the show on the road. And again, it was Edna who took charge and led everyone to the action. "Look," she said, "Margie and I have already had our crack at you guys. Why don't you start off with the other girls and then get to us later?"
"That's all well and good," said Lou, "but if Sid and I each take a girl that's going to leave one of the three out of it at first - and I don't want to slight anybody. So why don't we figure out some sort of position where all five of us can get it on, and do it that way?"
Lou's plan made sense, and all seven of the people involved put their heads together to come up with the ideal solution. "I've got it," said Edna. "Lou, you lay down on the floor and let Lillian sit on your cock. Then Harriet will sit on your face and she can lean forward and blow Sid, while Melinda is sitting on his face. I know ft sounds complicated as hell, but just give ft a try, and I know it's going to work. Come on now, Lou ... you lie down here."
Lou did as she suggested, and when he was flat on his back, Lillian straddled his body with her back to his face and pushed her cunny down by his rod. As she did that, Harriet straddled Lou's face and settled herself down very gently on his features. Then she leaned forward on her elbows and waited for Sid to lie down on his back and make his rod accessible to her lips. When he did, she moved over it quickly and began licking the shaft like a child working on a lollypop. Melinda, meanwhile, was so excited by the activity taking place on the floor, she practically dove to her position, placed her muff squarely over Sid's face and then ground it into him just as hard as she possibly could.
The moans and groans of pleasure, combined with the writhing on the floor before them, were more than Edna and Margie could take. They embraced and clutched at each other tightly. Then Edna's hand stole down to Margie's crotch and Margie's hand reached out to find Edna's. Their fingers stroked through the silken hairs and tickled the sensitive area of each other's cunnies. Then Edna removed her hand from Margie's love nest, moved it around behind her buttocks, and began fondling her vulva from that direction. The sensation was so wonderful to Margie that she felt called upon to reciprocate and did the same for Edna. Each had a finger deep into the other's cunny by now and were working in the rhythm of sex. When the excitement grew too great for them, they sank to the floor, took their identical positions, and continued the activity from there. The entire room was caught up in sexual madness.
Lillian, sitting on Lou's rod, had a climax the moment that it had reached its full length inside of her. She shuddered at the effect of the orgasm, then began her slow, deliberate movement to earn another sensation like the previous one. She was balancing herself on her knees, letting her lower body move freely about the organ that was giving her so much pleasure. Facing away from Lou allowed her to have the benefit of the natural curve of his rod and she was getting every inch of it inside of her. The result was unbelievably exciting. In fact, it became so exciting that she found herself requiring an additional outlet for her passion. So she leaned forward as far as she could go, caught up Lou's feet, and began sucking on his toes while her bottom kept moving over his throbbing rod.
Lou held off his initial orgasm as long as he possibly could, but that sucking on his toes was the last straw. He took a good grip on Harriet's buttocks, pressed his face even more firmly into her muff, and fired his load of sperm deep into Lillian's body.
"Keep it in me, honey," pleaded Lillian. "I need more - much more."
"I'd like to," he answered, drawing his face away from Harriet's muff for a moment, "but I'm going to need some help."
"What can I do?"
"How about sucking it up again?"
"Whatever you say, honey."
Lillian pounced off Lou's rod and threw her lips over it hungrily. She absorbed the juices of his orgasm, as well as the residue from her own cunny in the process and if these combined tastes were in any way unpleasant, she never revealed it.
It took about two minutes of fellation for the rod to rise again, and the moment it did, Lillian was quick to respond. She swung her body around, seated herself back onto that instrument of pleasure, and thrust her lips back onto Lou's toes.
Harriet was having her own brand of enjoyment in the middle position of this arrangement. Lou's well-educated tongue was making her cunny pour the juices of love in rivulets that flowed down her thighs and made every inch of her crotch a hotbed of sexual sensations. Her other end was also busily occupied on Sid's rod, and she made, the most of that, too. Her lips clung to it hungrily, tasting the flesh around the sensitive area of, the head and then sliding her mouth all the way down to the root. She knew when his orgasm was near, because the rod became more firm than ever and the movement of his hips became more accentuated. That's when she put everything she had into her work and sucked up every ounce of the fluid that poured from the rod into her mouth. Sid thought that Harriet was through with him after the orgasm arrived, but she had other plans. Instead of quitting, she pressed her lips even tighter and sucked the tool up for another erection.
The strain was very evident in Sid's movements, but he was game and hung on despite his desire to get a little rest before continuing. He was, in fact, even surprised at his own ability to keep going under such a fierce assault.
Meanwhile, up at the top of his body, Melinda's moist cunny was washing his face from cheek to cheek while his tongue darted in and out of her slot in rapid fashion. She climaxed four times to his one, and announced each of her experiences by screaming into her hands that she kept tightly pressed against her mouth. The room had now become a complete madhouse of sexual insanity.
Lou's second orgasm was even more violent, than the first, and put him to such a severe test of physical exertion that he had to rest for the next half hour. But what an orgasm it was Lillian was busily sucking on his toes and rotating her rear end over him when he felt the churning of his scrotum and the stiffening of his rod. He knew that this would have to be his final orgasm for a while, and determined to make it a potent one. His own hips began rising and his pelvis began thrusting upward to meet the downward motion of Lillian's, and when the eruption took place they were butting into each other like a pair of bullocks. He forced his face into Harriet's cunny, rammed his tongue home as firmly as he possibly could, and then collapsed.
Harriet, meanwhile, was so inspired by Lou's tongue that she outdid herself in action over Sid's rod. Her suction was as strong as she could possibly make it, and when she drew out his next orgasm, ft burst into her lips with a force that nearly drove the entire wad down her throat.
Sid, overwhelmed by Harriet's action, buried his own tongue into Melinda's muff and caused her to explode twice more before the session had finally ended. When it was all over, everyone lay on the floor, exhausted. And the night had just begun.
Edna and Margie were the instigators in trying to get everyone back into action again. After all, theirs was the least exciting of the activities that had just taken place and they were raring to go.
"You're going to have to take it easy on us," pleaded Lou. "Don't forget, we're not youngsters anymore and we put in some pretty hard work just a few nights ago with you. I think I can get at least another one on before we call it quits for the night, but you're going to have to give me a little time."
"Speak for yourself, Lou," said Sid, rising from the floor with a semi-erection in evidence. "I'm ready right now."
Margie and Edna both made for him in a hurry, and both arrived at his body at the same moment. Each had a hand on his rod and each a kiss for his face.
"Hold on ... hold on just a minute," he said laughingly. "I don't think this is going to work out at all, so I'll tell you what we're going to do. Let's go into the bedroom first."
The entire group trouped into the bedroom and then Sid took over the scene. "First, Edna ... you and Margie lie down on the foot of the bed so that your legs are dangling off the edge. But be sure to lie side by side so that even your legs are touching."
"Oh," said Edna. "I think I know what you've got in mind."
"I'll bet you do," said Sid. "I'm going to take turns sticking each one of you until I come. It's going to take me a little while to get this load out of my system so I'm hoping you'll both get plenty of action out of it until then. Okay?"
"Okay," said Margie.
The girls lay side by side and raised their legs up, bending them at the knee. Lou stood back and watched, fascinated, as his partner approached Margie's long, slim shafts and put himself in between them. Then he guided the rod into her tight little cunny and leaned forward. Her legs came up swiftly and scissored around him, while her arms pulled him closer and yet closer to her body. Their lips met and their moans of passion grew louder by the moment as he pumped and thrust away at her violently. Then, when he felt that he was about to unleash his load, he forced his withdrawal from her and turned to Edna. Edna was waiting for him with open arms and legs, and the moment he had entered her soft red muff, she closed down on him in much the same manner as Margie had done. The basic difference between the girls was in their types of build. Each had to operate with the tools that nature had provided for her. Margie had long, slim legs and was able to wrap them completely around her lover - using the legs for his guidance. Edna, on the other hand, had shorter legs that never really met behind her lover's back, but clung to the sides. That handicapped her in one way, but it gave her hips even more freedom to operate, and operate them she did. The group watching the act bad to be impressed by her frenetic activity. She shifted and shunted first one way and then another until it would seem impossible for Sid to restrain himself for any degree of time without having to unload. But hang on he did, and gave a very good account of himself, while doing it. Then, when he felt that unmistakable urge to unload again, he withdrew and threw himself back onto Margie.
Margie made up her mind to have him come into her and used every movement within her power to accomplish that goal. She was so fired up by her own exuberance that she began uttering a series of moans, groans, and grunts that had every other person in the room as enthused as she was. Her hips moved up and down with every gesture of her legs, and the movement it created in her pelvis was positively breathtaking.
Sid took it for just as long as he could, then he shifted back to Edna once again. Edna was just as determined as Margie to gain the benefit of his orgasm and she also resorted to every movement she had ever known before in order to achieve it.
Lou, meanwhile, was unable to stand watching this activity without participating himself. He rushed to the bedside and threw himself on his knees. Then he buried his face into Margie's muff, and began attacking that area with his tongue just as frantically as he possibly could.
Margie responded by wrapping her legs around his neck and using them for a lever to keep his face pinned in there. But she needn't have bothered, because Lou was more than anxious to keep his oral activity going in there. He licked every inch of her crotch. area and when that was done he buried the tongue deep into the recess of her vagina and began thrusting it about with as much movement as he could accomplish.
Margie screamed deep down in her throat at the sensation of it, and began pulling, at Lou's hair with all of the strength of her fingers. Lou, inspired by Margie's passion, dug his tongue even deeper into her body and made one climax after another come pouring from her cunny and into his waiting lips.
Sid, next to him, was riding Edna for all he was worth, and when he felt his orgasm beginning to churn he drove all the harder at her. The first burst was an incredible blast that nearly tore off the top of Edna's head. She pulled him to her body more tightly than she had ever pulled a man before, and responded with a flow of love juice of her own. Their lips mashed together and even their teeth ground as the force of their love turned them into animals for those few moments. And then they were through.
Lou and Margie were still in the same position as before, with his lips pressed into her cunny. Then, when he knew that his orgasm was near, he withdrew his face and replaced it with his throbbing rod.
The tool slipped in quickly because of the excessive lubrication in the area,. and the moment that it did, Margie put on her leg lock that nearly exhausted all of the air in Lou's body. Their lips meshed and their tongues slapped against each other's in a dance of love, while their lower parts ground against each other without letup.
Lou held on for as long as he could, but the insistence of that long slim body was more than he could endure. He fired one burst after another into her and she responded with a flow of her own that sent them both reeling off into another world. It was so sensational that the other people in the room applauded them when it was over.
"Now I'm really wiped out," said Lou, when he had regained his composure. "What about you, Sid?"
"I'm pretty pooped myself," Sid answered. "But even though I don't have any more cock to offer, my tongue is still working all right."
"That goes for me, too," answered Lou quickly. "So I'll tell you what. Let ME call the shot on this next round. I think I've got an idea that everybody ought to like."
"Whatever you say, honey," said Edna. "All we're here for is fun ... fun ... fun."
"All right," said Lou. "Now who wants to be the first victim in my new idea?"
"What do you mean by 'victim'?" asked Harriet.
"You'll see, as soon as somebody volunteers. Now who's it going to be?"
"I'll give it a try," said Melinda, trying to hide her excitement. However, there was a wild gleam in her eye and a breathlessness in her voice that she couldn't conceal. Obviously, she was highly aroused. "What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"Lie down here in the center of the bed," directed Lou. Melinda did as she was told. "All right," said Lou, "here's what we'll do. Everybody is going to get a taste of Melinda, and we're all going to be doing it at the same time. Since it was my idea, I'm going to take first pick of the spots - and I'm going to pick her little pussy. All right, who's next?"
"I'll take the left booby," said Sid.
"And I'll take the right one," said Harriet.
"Who wants an ear?" asked Lou.
"I'll take the left ear," said Edna quickly.
"Gimme the right one," said Lillian.
"All that leaves are the toes," said Lou, "so I guess you're elected, Margie."
"That's okay with me," she answered. "Just being part of the game is fun for me. I don't much give a damn what part it is."
Melinda, on the bed was squirming nervously now, obviously anxious for the sport to begin.
"All right everybody, take your places," commanded Lou, and they all responded immediately. Sid moved to Melinda's left breast and Harriet to the right. Edna stationed herself at Melinda's left ear and Lillian the right one. Margie went to Melinda's feet and began toying with her toes in anticipation, while Lou placed himself in between her legs and moved his face up to her muff. The tension in the room was unbearable. "All right now," he said in a husky whisper, "on the count of three, everybody dig in. Ready ... one ... two ...three!"
The activity was positively frantic. Everyone tore into their work as if their lives depended on it. There were moans, groans, and lapping noises emanating from all parts of Melinda's body and these sounds helped to inspire the participants even more than they had dreamed possible.
Melinda was practically incoherent. With every sensual part of her body being assaulted at the same instant, she found herself pouring out a flow Of love juice in a steady stream. Lou's tongue was unable to capture it all and the portion of it that he missed began creating a large stain on the bed sheet. If there was any doubt about Melinda's highly sexual nature, it was dispelled during the course of this onslaught. Her eyes lolled and saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth. Low growls of passion emanated from deep in her throat, and her body thrashed as much as it possibly could due to the restriction of the bodies of her companions.
"Let me know when you've had enough, Melinda," said Lou, looking up from her cunny for a moment.
"Just keep going," she muttered through clenched teeth. "I don't want to stop for at least another ten minutes."
The people around Melinda's body all looked at each other, puzzled for a moment. The girl was undergoing a fantastic sexual experience and should have been completely spent by now. Instead, she seemed to gain strength from the exertion. So back to work they all, went. The lapping, sucking, and slobbering noises, continued unabated for another ten minutes as Melinda had asked, and by now everyone's jaws were beginning to freeze up from the strain of their activity. They were also in a state of extreme passion without the benefit of gratification.
"What about now, Melinda?" asked Lou once again.
"More ..." she moaned. "I still want more."
"Holy shit," exploded Sid. "We're liable to be here all night."
"The girl isn't human," said Harriet. "If I had about forty seconds of this routine, I'd be a basket case."
"Well," said Lillian, "what are we going to do?"
"If you guys are up to it," said Edna, "I know a thing that never misses. Just give her one dose of this treatment and she'll have enough for the night - I promise you."
"What is it?" asked Melinda, the most curious person in the room.
"It's called a sex sandwich," said Edna. "You take it standing up, with one guy in your cunny and the other one up your ass. Believe me, it's a son of a bitch."
"Did you ever try it yourself?" asked Lillian.
"You bet I did, and it sure can take the fire out of you in a big hurry."
"Then let's do it," said Melinda, jumping from the bed. "I'm ready right now."
"I'll just bet you are," said Margie, "but it's not going to happen that way at all. You've had a hell of a lot more action than the rest of us did tonight. Why not share the wealth? If we can get the guys to come up with one more hard-on each, let's draw lots to see who gets to enjoy it."
"That makes sense," said Harriet. "I could use a little trick like that right about now myself. After working on Melinda's tit for the last twenty minutes, I need to let off a little steam."
"Anybody else want in on the pool?" asked Lou, getting up a sheet of paper and writing names on them.
"We all do, honey," said Edna. "Put us all in for it."
Lou put each girl's name on paper, folded them securely and placed the names in a dish, saying, "Why don't you pick, Sid? Just turn your back and take the name of the lucky lady out of the pack."
Sid turned, groped for the pile of papers, and began sorting through them. There was a great deal of anxious anticipation in the air as he finally selected one and handed it to Lou to read. Lou opened the paper and smiled. "Well, Lillian, it looks like you get the prize. TWO prizes, really. You ready for it?"
"You bet I am," replied Lillian. "Where do you want me to go?"
"Just stand in the middle of the room you lucky cock sucker," said Edna, half in jest, half serious. "Then spread your legs a little so that the boys can get into you a bit easier. And oh, yes, Lou, you'd better get back to the fridge and bring up a little butter. Remember how it worked last time?"
"Yes, I do," said Lou, disappearing from the room and returning swiftly with a container of butter. "You want to go up the back door, or should I?" he asked Sid.
"I've never done that before," said Sid, "so why not let me take a shot at it?"
"Seems fair," said Lou. "So take this butter and give your cock a good lubrication with it. Then slip a dab or two up Lillian's keester to help you along the way ... and we're all set."
Sid anointed his rod with the butter as if he were taking part in some sort of religious ceremony. The organ was amazingly firm considering the activity be had undergone earlier in the evening, but the prospect of this new form of sexual experience had turned him on to such a degree that he was rejuvenated. When his rod was prepared, he stepped up to Lillian and motioned for her to bend over. She did, and he began plying large gobs of the butter inside of her buttocks. Lillian squealed at the cool sensation and gasped passionately when his finger slipped all the way in and kept going until he had reached his knuckle.
"I'd say she's ready now," said Sid, wiping his finger off on the side of his body. "What about you, Lou?"
"I'm almost ready," said Lou, "but this damned cock of mine still doesn't want to get a full hard-on."
"I can take care of that for you," said, Edna, dropping to her knees and placing the organ between her lips. A few seconds later, it was fully firmed, and ready for action.
Lou approached Lillian from the front, and Sid came to her from the rear. They both reached her at the same time and both presented their rods to her lower parts simultaneously.
"Don't shove it all the way in right away," said Sid. "Let's try to get it going together."
"All right," said Lou. "I'll get the head in and wait until you're ready."
He did just that, and the moment that Sid had made his entry into her anus, he called to Lou, "All right, Lou - let's hit it!"
Both men shoved upward as hard as they could thrust. Lillian started to scream, but Lou planted his lips upon hers, preventing her from unleashing all of her emotion in that noisy manner. And then the stroking began. At first the men worked simultaneously, with each thrusting up into her at the same moment. But then they changed their course of action and began alternating. First Lou would make his thrust, and upon his withdrawal, Sid would plant his organ into her. Love juice was pouring down Lillian's legs as the assault continued and kept right on pouring throughout the entire affair.
Both men were weary by now, but neither of them wanted to end this highly exciting performance. In and out flew their tools, and up and down went Lillian as the action intensified. Her eyes was lolling and her breath was coming in gasps, but she hung on gamely, never allowing herself to collapse under the severe pressure of the act.
"How many times have you come now, Lillian?" asked Edna, a most interested spectator.
"I guess at least half a dozen," she replied, taking her lips from Lou's for just a moment.
"You guys ready to come yet?" asked Harriet.
"Not just yet," said Sid. "I've still got a few pumps left in me. Why?"
"Because if that kid's had enough for now, I'd like to be the one to finish you off - that's why."
"What do you say, Lou?" asked Sid.
"I don't know why not," he replied. "What do you say, Lillian?"
"I guess I've had enough," she answered, and proved it when the men withdrew and her legs buckled under her, causing her to topple. to the floor.
"Come on, you guys," said Harriet, spreading the butter into her own rear end. "Make my legs give out like that."
"Same positions, Sid?" asked Lou.
"Let's switch," he answered. "It might be a good idea to change the pace a little."
"Okay with me," replied Lou, moving to the rear end of Harriet and beginning to spread her fleshy cheeks.
Sit. planted his rod up against the lips of her vulva and waited until Lou was in the same position. Then they both thrust home and Harriet nearly passed out from the initial impact. "Oh, I can't believe it," she moaned. "It's too much too much, take it out for a second, guys ... I can't stand it."
"You'll stand it," said Sid, looking directly into her face. "You wanted it, and now, baby, you're going to get it."
The men alternated their thrusts into Harriet and the constant pounding sent her eyes rolling in their - sockets. Her knees grew weak and her legs wanted to collapse, but the men held her up until the very end when their double eruptions of sperm poured into her and caused her to lose consciousness. The exertion of the evening also told on the men ... and when it was over they both lost control of their legs as well. The trio then fell to the floor in a swoon.
They all lay there motionless for several moments, while Edna ran to the bar to get some spirits. A stiff jolt of booze brought each of them around and in the next few minutes they were all back on their feet again, a bit peaked, but ready to navigate under their own power. Everyone took one more belt for the road, and then the party broke up for the night. But they all agreed to do it again some time in the very near future. They were all well hooked.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gossip concerning the incredible sexual activities in Lou's apartment began to spread around the factory like wildfire. And yet, by some miracle, the front office seemed to remain blissfully unaware of the circumstances. Lou and Sid went about their office duties like culprits - as if waiting for the hand of doom to descend upon them. But somehow it never did. Their fellow executives treated them quite normally, their parties in the wee hours went on as usual, their numbers seemed to grow in both quantity and quality, and everything was rosy.
Edna and Margie were the mainstays of their harem, and they not only came out to service the boys when needed, but they were always on the alert for new recruits as well. They didn't have to look very far, either. Making the scene at Lou's apartment became the IN thing to do, and the - recruiters had little more to do than become ushers - steering the newcomers into Lou's lair.
One evening when nothing had. been planned, Lou was sitting home watching television. He had been through a very taxing ordeal the night before and the night of rest was exactly what he needed to get him into shape for the weekend festivities. He was just beginning to doze off, when the door bell rang. Not expecting anyone, he went to the door cautiously and opened it with the chain on. It was Edna with a young girl.
He let them in and steered them toward the bar, though it was obvious that the girl had been spending quite a bit of time around booze during the early course of the evening. Lou asked her to help herself and pulled Edna aside. "What's this all about?" he asked.
"Big surprise," said Edna, her face aglow. "This kid works at the plant in the accounting office. She's been hearing a lot about our party lime and wanted to get herself in on the fun. But here's the kicker. She's still a cherry." a
"You're kidding!"
"Nope. And with her, it's one of those real - frustration bits. She wants to keep it because of the status thing. She's the only girl in her group that still has one. And yet, at the same time, she can't wait to get rid of the damned thing. Not being a girl you'd never understand, but this kid is a bundle of nerves and I've convinced her that the best thing to do would be to have it poked, and that's that."
"She could go to a doctor and have it surgically removed. Then it wouldn't be so traumatic for her."
"Yeah, but that's like cheating. She wants it out the right way, and she wants it out like right now!"
"Doesn't she have a boyfriend to do it for her? She's a hell of a good-looking girl."
"None that she wants to make it with. But how come you're making all these excuses? Don't you want to ball the kid? If not, forget it. I'll take her over to Sid's place."
"Now don't go getting all worked up over nothing, Edna. Of course, I want her. It's just that ... well, for once in my life, I almost feel guilty about it."
"Well, don't be. She knows all about this deal here and figures this is where she ought to get it done."
"So how come she's gotten herself so plastered?"
"Nerves, honey. She just had to get settled down a little bit, that's all. Now come on over and let's talk to her."
The girl's name was Rosemary and she was nineteen years old. She was a honey blonde with deep blue eyes, and a petite figure. She was only about five foot two or so, but she was extremely well put together. Hers was the sort of figure that always looks so well in a bikini. Lou, tired as-he was, began to feel a genuine flush of excitement rushing over him.
Edna got the ball rolling in a forward manner. "Lou," she said in a very maternal way, "this is the girl who, wants to give you her most important possession. And as far as I'm concerned, she couldn't have made a better choices I know you're going to be good to her."
"Well, I'm sure as hell going to try to be," he replied. "Now what about you, honey? Are you absolutely positive that this is what you want?"
"Yes," Rosemary answered emphatically. "And tonight's when it's going to get done."
"How close have you ever come to getting laid?" asked Edna.
"Oh, I've fooled around with boys some when I was younger. I let them rub me around there, but I never let anybody get a finger in or anything like that."
"Did you ever see anybody getting laid? Do you know anything about it at all?"
"I've seen some dirty pictures and I went to an x-rated movie one time with a forged driver's license ... but I was never in the same room with anybody getting it, if that's what you mean."
"Lou," said Edna, "are you terribly crapped out after last night?"
"Enough, I guess. Why?"
"I think we ought to try to give the kid here an idea of what it's all about before you put the meat into her. Let her watch us first. What do you think?"
"Well, I'll tell you. I'm tired, like I said, but the thought of making it with a girl as attractive as Rosemary here - and especially a virgin, would probably send me off the second we made contact. If I got into you first, it sure would take the edge off for me."
"Okay," said Edna, taking Rosemary by the arm and heading toward the bedroom. "That settles it. We're going to give the little lady a performance before we puncture that grape for her."
Inside the bedroom, Edna began peeling out of her clothes. "I think you ought to get undressed too, honey," said Edna. "It'll put you in the right frame of mind."
"All right," said Rosemary, beginning to undress. Her breasts were young and firm and her skin was as unblemished as marble. Lou looked at her appreciatively as her skirt came sliding off of her well-rounded hips. Then down came her panty hose, and her tawny blonde muff was exposed to his hungry eyes. It nestled in between two sensuous thighs and appeared to be kissing sweet. It also would be tight as could be, and most difficult for him to enter. But what a pleasure that struggle would be!
"There's all kinds of positions you can use," said Edna to her pupil, "but for now, we'll concentrate on the easy ones. Later on, when you get good at this game, we'll be able to show you a few tricks that'll curl your hair."
Edna lay on her back and spread her legs wide. The redness of her pubic hair and the pink lips of her vulva made an inviting target for Lou and he approached it immediately. His lips moved to her muff and his tongue darted out, caressing that sensitive spot. Edna's hips began churning and pumping as the tongue worked its magic on her cunny. Her breasts rose and fell with each exertion and her breath began being labored. This was beyond the normal degree of passion for Edna, Lou said to himself. Apparently, the thought of this girl watching the activity was the force that turned her on so much. And then, as he thought about it a bit longer, the same thing began happening to him. He found himself stealing looks to see how Rosemary was reacting to his efforts on Edna's cunny and when he saw her standing there, rubbing her own breasts with excitement, it made him nearly wild with desire. "I'm coming in, Edna," he croaked.
"Come on," she answered. "I'm ready for you."
Lou fell between Edna's legs and guided his rod to the mouth of her moist cunny. She reached down, took the tool in her fist and rammed the head into her slot. Then, with one tremendous thrust, Lou buried the rod inside of her. Rosemary gasped and nearly swooned at the sight of all that meat disappearing inside of Edna's body. She simply didn't think it was possible for a woman to be able to hold so much. But Edna showed her that a woman could - and enjoy it as well. She pulled Lou's face to her own and began working her tongue in and out of his mouth. Meanwhile, her legs flailed away and her hips pumped in unison with Lou's body movements.
"Oh, honey, I love it," she whispered, taking her lips from his for just a moment.
"I love it, too, Edna," he replied breathlessly.
"Watch how we keep changing the stroke, Rosemary," said Edna, turning her attention to the girl. "You can't do it like this until you've had lots of experience.., but when you do, it's the greatest - the greatest!"
When Lou felt his climax about to arrive, he glued his lips on Edna's once again and went into a drive that had the entire bed shaking from its force. Both participants were squealing and panting and grunting in unison as his jets of sperm came crashing inside of her body. There they were met by a fluid discharge of her own that sent Edna off into the stratosphere and drained every ounce of strength in her body for those few moments. After the couple had regained their composure, they washed up and returned to the bedroom. Rosemary poured herself another drink and seemed to be a bit apprehensive.
"What's the problem, honey?" asked Edna. "Didn't you see how much fun it was?"
"Sure, fun for you because you know what you're doing. But what about me? Can I take all of that thing inside of me? It'll split me open."
"The hell it will," said Edna. "When I was a cherry, I thought the same thing, and I don't mind telling you I was pretty damned tight, too. But after a couple of cocks get in there, those lips open up pretty good. Remember, if a baby can come out of there, a six-inch cock shouldn't have any trouble getting into it."
"I guess you're right. All right, Lou, I'm ready if you are."
"Honey, I've been ready for you since the second you walked in that door. Let's do it right now."
Edna led Rosemary to the edge of the bed and lay her on It so that her hips were on the mattress but her legs were still on the floor. "You'll get better leverage this way," she told Rosemary.
Lou approached. the girl and began kissing her tenderly around the face and neck. Every time he got to her lips, he would push his tongue into her mouth and let it slide around on top of hers. Then he would return to licking inside of her ear, or nibbling her on the neck. By the time he had moved down to her breasts, she was panting like a distance runner after the race.
He licked the nipples and then began sucking on them with all the force he could muster. The tips were hard as iron and sticky with his saliva when he moved from there and began running his fingertips over her tummy. The area above her pubic hairline was the most sensitive, and he assaulted that for several minutes while she squealed and squirmed beneath him. Then Lou dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and moved his face into the area of her crotch.
"You're a lucky girl," said Edna from the sideline. "I know some broads who go through their whole lives without ever knowing what it's like to have a guy eat them. You're getting it before you ever feel a cock inside you. That's a pretty good record."
Rosemary smiled at Edna through the mixture of fear and enjoyment that showed in her face. Then her expression suddenly changed to incredible surprise as Lou's hot tongue reached the lips of her moistened vulva. It was a sensation she never dreamed possible and sent her first wave of vaginal fluid rushing forth. Lou caught the liquid on his lips and tongue and wiped the excess moisture off, on her thigh before continuing. Then he moved his fingers up to her cleft and spread the lips of her vulva gently. Rosemary groaned as the tongue worked its way around the area, buffeting against the small piece. of skin that was giving her such trauma.
Lou stayed there for a full five minutes, touching every portion of her crotch and making the juice escape from her in rivulets. And then he was ready for the supreme moment. "I want you to take the rod in your hand and put it right up against your cherry," said Lou. "Then let me do the rest."
"All right," groaned Rosemary. She was at the point of no return now and was actually relieved that she had come this far.
Lou bent over her body and guided the rod toward her muff. Rosemary took it in her trembling hand and pointed the head to the desired spot. When Lou felt himself meeting the obstruction he gave a little thrust with his hips, but nothing happened. The maidenhead remained firm. He thrust harder the second time and when that didn't work he put an even stronger effort into the third. This time the skin gave way and an instant later he had broken the hymen and was entering the delightful passageway for the first time.
Rosemary squealed and screamed as the pole continued to probe her body. Lou, in order to keep the neighbors from assuming that a murder was taking place, put his lips upon hers and kissed her soundly to prevent any further screams. Then, satisfied that he had shut off that threat, he continued his work below. The rod finally reached bottom and Lou paused to rest for a moment. He withdrew slightly and then withdrew a bit further. When it seemed that he was about to leave the cunny, he pushed forward and drove the pole home again. Rosemary seemed to fall into the rhythm of the movement quickly, and the next time that he withdrew, she was right with him, working her own body to match his.
"How does it feel, honey?" Lou asked, removing his mouth from hers for just a moment.
"I've never felt anything like it before," she squealed. "It's, it's ... like WOW!"
"That's what we all say, honey," said Edna, smiling broadly. "When it's done right, there's nothing a girl likes any better than a good fucking."
"I can understand why," said Rosemary, beginning to move gracefully with Lou's action. "I can't understand why I waited this long to get it done."
"Well, we all do stupid things sometimes," said Edna, "but at least you're on the right track now. Life is so short, we've got to get all the fucking in that we can, while we can. At least, that's how I feel about it."
Rosemary started to answer her, but another climax prevented her from speaking. She clutched at Lou with fingers of steel and breathed her love into his waiting mouth. Her legs wrapped around his and squeezed tightly as the sensation overtook her entire body.
Lou struggled to keep the act alive as long as possible, but the writhing and vocal endearments from the girl beneath him were too much for him to take any longer. He quickened his pace when he felt the orgasm was on its way and when it was just about to hit, he clutched her .desperately and whispered, "I'm coming, my darling. Get ready for a burst of love juice in your sweet little cunny. Here it comes now!" The first burst of sperm tore into Rosemary, causing her to moan aloud and clutch him even tighter than before. The second and third bursts heightened the sensation of the first, and, by the time ft was all over, the two of them were completely spent. Lou lay across her body, totally exhausted. He was finished for the night, but what a night it had been!
Rosemary spent the better part of half an. hour in the bathroom, cleaning herself up and administering to her tender love spot. When she returned, she was more vibrant and alive than they had ever seen her before.
"You really like this kind of action, don't you?" asked Edna.
"You bet I do," she replied. "It's like finding a whole new way of life. When can I come back here again?"
"You'd better clear that with Lou," replied Edna. "Remember, he's the boss."
"What about it, boss?" she asked.
"Well, let's see," said Lou. "We've got the regular gang coming over the weekend so I won't be able to take care of you the way that I think you ought to be taken care of. Tell you what, make it a week from tonight. That'll give your little cunny plenty of chance to heal and let you do some serious thinking, too. How's that?"
"I'll be here," she replied, smiling. "You can bet on it."
CHAPTER NINE
Lou was making the rounds of the plant with a group of executives when their travels took them through the shipping department. Lou, on the fringe of the group, felt something brush past his pocket, but didn't take much note of it. In fact, the incident didn't even register in his mind at all. That's why he was so startled to put his hand in his coat pocket later and find a scrap of paper there. The paper had writing scrawled on it and the message was most illuminating. It said, "I want to get in on the fun. Call me at the bowling alley bar tonight at nine. Ask for Martha."
Needless to say, Lou was on the phone at nine that evening. Any girl who could slip a piece of paper into his pocket so deftly must have the most delicate of fingers, and the thought of those delicate fingers toying with his rod was very stimulating.
Martha came to the phone the moment she was paged by the bartender. "Sorry I had to use that way of getting in touch with you," she said, "but it seemed like the best way I could handle it."
"That's all right," said Lou. "Now what can you tell me about yourself?"
"I'd rather tell you in person," she replied. "Can I come over to see you tonight?"
"Well, I hadn't anything planned. So it might be a good idea If you did drop over. Do you know the address?"
"Oh, yes, absolutely."
"See you shortly then. Bye."
It was less than half an hour later when the door bell rang. Lou went and opened it, then did a double take. The girl standing before him was a beautiful Negro. He recalled seeing her in the shipping room, but in her work clothes she hardly seemed so glamorous. Now she was exotic.
"Come on in," said Lou, waving her into the living room.
"Surprised?" she asked, smiling.
"Well, maybe a little. Now tell me, how did you hear about our little fun and-games group?"
"You've got to be kidding," she giggled. "Like everybody is hip to what's happening with you and all the chicks around the factory. Didn't you know that?"
"Well, I suspected as much and one of these days the whole deal a going to go up in smoke and me and Sid with it. But until then, it's really a ball."
"So I hear. And I thought I'd like to get n on some of the action myself. I want to see what you're offering."
"Glad you did. I'll be perfectly frank with you, I've never been to bed with a colored woman before and it's high time that I did."
"Well, that makes us even, because I've never gone to bed with a white guy, either. It's not that I'm prejudiced or anything," she said, exhibiting a very coy smile, "it's just that it never worked out that way. I'll be experimenting the me as you will."
"Would you like a drink before we get started?"
"No, I'm. too keyed up for that. Let's hold off the drink until we've had at least one good piece of ass under our belts. Then I think I'll enjoy it more."
"Whatever you say, love. The bedroom's right this way."
Inside the bedroom, Martha began to unbutton her blouse, but Lou stopped her. "Let me do that for you," he smiled.
"If you like," she replied.
He went to her and took her in his arms. Then he put his lips to hers and ran his tongue over her warm lips. Her own tongue came slipping out and met with his, caressing it gently. Then her mouth parted a bit wider and he found his tongue being sucked into space as if by magnet. Mmmmmm, thought Lou, savoring the warmth of her mouth. Mmmmm, that feels pretty good.
They stood in this position for several minutes, kissing each other warmly. The heat of their bodies came through their clothing and made each other feel just a bit more passionate. It was apparently going to be a very long and delightful night for them both.
Lou began working on the buttons that Martha hadn't reached yet, and in a moment her blouse was open all the way. She helped him to slip it over her shoulders. Then he took a good look at her breasts, nestled comfortably in her bra. They weren't enormous, but they were quite large and well formed. He turned her around and undid her bra, feeling the breasts sag just a bit when the support was taken away. Then he turned her around and took a better look at her breasts. Their shape was almost cucumber-like and the nipples were so pointy that they seemed almost lethal. He put his mouth around the nipples and sucked in hard. The taste was electrifying. He tried the other and then when that one was well coated with his saliva he went back to the first one again. Martha, meanwhile, stood there placidly, letting Lou have his will with her body.
Lou tried every trick that he knew with breasts. He flicked at the tips with the edge of his tongue, he sucked at them, he covered the entire breast with soft kisses, and he put his head deep into their hollow and savored the animal heat that emanated from there. When he had his fill of that area, he moved on to other places. First he undid the zipper on the side of her skirt and when it opened he had her step out of it. She was wearing panty hose and he began inching the panties down over her well-rounded hips just an inch or so at a time to prolong the pleasure of seeing her standing before him in the complete nude. Her buttocks were enormous and he had to stretch the panty hose to their limit in order to pass over them. Then he dropped them to her ankles and had her step out of them. When be looked up he saw a delightful muff of coal black and brilliantly shiny pubic hair. It was curly and stiff, and when he pressed his face up against it, he felt a shiver of passion pass through his entire body.
Martha seemed to know what he wanted, so she spread her legs, and let him kiss her love spot from his squatting position. The taste was so electrifying to him that he knew he bad to have more - and right then! He reached up and spread the lips of her vulva with his fingertips, and when the cleft had parted, he thrust his tongue up into the spot. Martha squealed and spread her legs even wider to give him more room to operate. Her hands were on her hips and her head was thrust back, enjoying the action immensely.
Lou was having a pretty good time of it as well. The more he tasted of her love spot, the more he enjoyed it. Finally, the position he was in became ridiculously uncomfortable, so he moved her back until her Legs. touched the bed and when they did, she sat down and bent her knees to give him easy accessibility.
Now Lou went to work on her muff in earnest.
He tried every trick of cunnilingus that he knew, and even improvised a few along the way. And Martha loved every moment of it. Her juices were flowing at a steady rate, and her hips were moving in the action of sex continually.
"Why don't you peel out of those clothes and join me?" she asked, looking down at his still fully clothed body.
"Oh, I don't know, I guess I ought to by now," he said, chuckling to himself for being so carried away that he didn't even think to disrobe. He stood up from his position and in a twinkling he had removed his clothing and was on the bed beside her.
"You had your chance to do your thing," she whispered in his ear. "Now let me do mine."
"Be my guest."
She slithered around on the bed until she was at eye level with his rod. Then she began licking it all over with her soft, wet tongue. Martha knew bow to handle a man's rod all right, and she apparently enjoyed it as much as her subject. All during her performance, she kept up a steady humming and other assorted sensual noises that made Lou even more excited than ever. When Martha had completely anointed the rod with her saliva, she lowered her aim to his scrotum. First she took the left testicle in her mouth and sucked on it until he screamed with delight. Then she shifted to the right one and did the same thing. When that was accomplished, she took both of them in ,her mouth and rolled them around until the sensation was enough to drive Lou nearly mad with passion.
"How do you like me so far?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Only the greatest," he sighed "You ain't too bad, yourself, you know."
"Well, I work hard at it."
"I got that cock of yours all primed up and ready to spout. How you want to get it off?"
"I think it'd blow the second it got near that pussy of yours, so why don't we finish this one off with a sixty-nine and try some other stuff on the next go around."
"Suits me, baby."
With Lou on his back, Martha climbed atop him and gently lowered her muff down over his face. Then she draped her lips over his rod and proceeded to suck at it so ferociously that he could barely control his orgasm. As it was, he only lasted for another ten or fifteen seconds before his juice poured from his rod and into her waiting lips.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the bed, Lou's tongue was drawing the fluid out of Martha's slot in torrents. She was jerking herself about so frantically as the tongue worked its wonders that he had to reach up and take her by those magnificent buttocks to hold her steady on top of his face.
They came simultaneously, and for several moments the room was enveloped in silence as they both went through their period of recovery. It had been a most energetic session, with still more to come.
They washed, returned to the living room, and had their drink - both of them completely in the nude. For the moment they forgot about sex and concentrated on each other, discussing past marital situations, and all of the other trivia that two people will talk about when they first meet. Then, when Lou's strength had returned, they clasped hands and returned to the bedroom.
Martha took the straight-backed chair in Lou's bedroom and placed it in the center of the room. "You sit on that for a minute, honey, and I'll show you something about body control," she said.
"Whatever you say," he answered, seating himself on the chair with his rod firm and ready for action.
Martha swung her leg over his lap and pushed herself on top of him, letting the rod enter her body and slide slowly - very slowly all the way into her. And then she sat still. "Now I'm not going to move, and you're not going to move," she said coyly, "but we're both going to get it on with my magic muscle."
"You mean you're going to WINK me off?" asked Lou.
"That's right," she said. "You just put your mouth over mine, and let me take care of everything else."
Lou did as he was told and entered into one of the most outstanding sexual experiences of his lifetime.
As their tongues met and slithered over each other, Martha's cunny began nipping and twitching at his rod. It began slowly, but then the pace began to grow faster and more furious with each passing moment. It winked, it bit, it literally devoured his organ and at no time did either of them move an outward muscle. It was incredible.
"You feel me come that time?" she asked him, taking her lips away from his for just a moment.
"Yes I did," he replied. "And I'm going to be joining you very soon, I promise you."
"Just take your time, baby," she smiled. "I'm digging this as much as you are."
Another two minutes passed, and the twitching of her cunny became absolutely unbearable. He had to unleash his sperm or go mad. The first jet poured into her, quickly followed by the second, third, and fourth. Incredibly, the pair still remained in the same position, with neither of them moving a hair. All of the action was taking place down in Martha's warm, wet tunnel of love.
When their climax was over, they clung to each other like prize fighters after a contest. They had each given their all, and now each was showing due respect for the other. Again they washed up, and again they met in the living room for a drink.
"I sure am glad I heard about you," Martha said, sipping her drink. "This has been a gas."
"That goes for me, too," Lou replied, leaning back on the sofa and closing his eyes for a moment. He was exhausted, but completely fulfilled.
"When do I get to come in on the big orgies you folks have around here?" she asked.
"Next time we have one, you'll know about it, I promise you," he answered. "That trick of yours with the winking and blinking, ought to be the hit of the night."
"Well, I hope so. I've been working at it long enough."
"Can I freshen up your drink?"
"No, but you can do me another big favor."
"Name it."
"I still got a little fireworks down in my crotch, and I sure could use one more piece of tail before the night's over."
"Oh, man, I don't know if I could help you there," said Lou. "I'm really wiped out."
"Couldn't you try? Even for ME?"
"Sure, I'll try. How would you like it?"
"Well, doggie style has always been one of my favorites. I like to have a cat hunched over me and sliding it in."
"Now do you mean up the ass or still in the box, but through the back way?"
"I mean the second part. I've had it up the ass a few times, but it never did anything for me, really. I know some girls: dig it, but I'm not one of them."
"Okay, honey, let's make like a couple of bow-wows and go right up the alley together."
In the bedroom once again, Martha had to take Lou's rod to her lips and suck it furiously to get the erection back to a workable state. The prospect of mounting her from the rear did excite him quite a bit, but while the spirit was willing, the flesh was still extremely weak. Martha's lips wouldn't take no for an answer, and after several minutes of fierce fellation, it was firm and throbbing and ready for action. Martha went to the edge of the bed and leaned over so that her head and arms were resting on the mattress. "It's better than me kneeling on the bed," she said. "And since our height is just about perfect for us to match up, we might as well take advantage of it."
Lou saw what she meant when be approached her from the rear. He was several inches taller than Martha, and by bending slightly he was able to secure entry and then have the advantage of his knees pushing him upward into her.
Martha moved her arms behind her body when she felt him near, and spread the cheeks of her buttocks to give him better access to her love spot. The opening was just perfect as he guided ,the rod into it and felt it slip deeper and deeper into the recess of her body. Then the act began in earnest. His movements were much freer in this position than when he was assaulting Edna in the rear, because his feet were now both on the ground giving him much more stability.
Lou's hands clutched Martha's hips and pulled her to him every time he thrust forward, making her squeal with delight. She wasn't exaggerating about how exciting this position was for her, because the love juice started erupting from her the moment he made his initial contact and continued to flow throughout the entire experience. She squealed, screamed deep within her throat, and squeezed her buttocks so tightly that Lou feared his organ might be squashed in the process.
"Harder, baby, harder," she panted, moving her hips in time with his rhythm. "I want you to punch that thing in me all the way up to my heart. Come on, baby, do it."
Lou, stimulated by Martha's passion, pumped away even more fiercely than ever. His thrusts were like the poundings of a pile driver, smashing, smashing, smashing into her rear end. The love juice from her cunny had dripped down into her crotch and overflowed to such a degree that it eventually began rolling down her legs. This made the area of her crotch so moist that with every thrust the juice splashed and splattered against them both.
Finally, Lou couldn't contain his orgasm any longer. He seized her hips with fingers like steel bands, gritted his teeth, and drove into her like a complete madman. The first eruption of sperm drove deep into her body, making her squeal aloud and respond with an equal flow of her own. Then the second, third, and fourth bursts came in rapid fire succession and finally there was silence in the room, except for the heavy breathing of the two people who were still locked together. The session was over for the night.
CHAPTER TEN
Time passed and the parties at Lou's apartment began growing wilder and yet wilder. The numbers had increased appreciably since the first venture there and now there were at least eight women at each session to satisfy and be satisfied by the two men.
One evening when the boys had a night to themselves, they sat down over a couple of drinks and began discussing a subject that both of them had been contemplating for some time.
"Are you wrung out as I am?" asked Lou, sipping his drink.
"Probably," replied Sid, with a deep sigh. "These past few months have really wiped me out. I never thought that I could get oversaturated with sex, but apparently I have. We're just going to have to get ourselves a little help."
"That's exactly what I was thinking," said Lou. "Some of the girls know guys. Why don't we screen a few of them to see what sort of men they are. Then, if they check out okay, we can bring them into the group. It'll sure be a nice change of pace to watch somebody else doing the screwing for a change, won't it?"
"Yes," replied Sid, "it just might, at that."
Edna, the group's chief procurer, was the first to bring a man up for the boys inspection. His name was Larry and he was an electrician at the factory. Larry was twenty-seven, married, and possessed an unquenchable sexual appetite. His wife was totally incapable of satisfying him, and neither were the three girls that he was seeing after hours. Larry was more awed at meeting the two executives than any of the girls had been. Possibly his awe was dictated. by the, fear that if all didn't go well in his meeting with them, he might be out of a job.
The men both assured him that nothing could be further from the truth. Business was business and pleasure was pleasure - and they kept a very definite dividing line between them. Then the conversation got right down to facts.
"Are you really as good a goer as Edna claims you are?" asked Lou, looking at the man with admiration in his eyes.
"Well, I've never had any complaints yet. Some people might even say I was oversexed because I can keep a hard-on for nearly ten minutes before I pop, and I can get four or five, shots in a night when I get turned on enough. There's no way my old lady, can, handle me when I get horny. She's tried, and all she ever got out of it was an awful sore, pussy."
"It looks like you're just the kind of guy we need," said Lou. "What do you think, Sid?"
"He sure looks good to me," replied Sid. "I think we ought to bring him up to the next session and give him a try."
"You just let me know where and when," said Larry, "and I'll be there."
The second recruit was a young college-type from the sales office, named Mickey. He was a good-looking youngster, fresh out of the service and full of youthful vitality. He heard about the sessions through his girl friend who worked in the same department as Rosemary. His girl friend had never been to one of the sessions and didn't have the personality or the sexual desires to ever want to be associated with this group. But Mickey certainly did.
"You let me in with the group," he pleaded, "and I'll give you all the action you'll ever want. Man, just think of all that stuff just lying around waiting to be fucked. It'll be perfect as long as Judy doesn't find out I'm with you. She's really a great kid, but square - like Kelsey's nuts."
The two men came to the next session and were obviously ill at ease upon their arrival. It wasn't the sight of all those women who eyed them hungrily that disturbed them. Not at all. It was just being with Lou and Sid on a social level.
Lou broke the ice as quickly as he could by pouring alcohol into everyone at a furious rate. Then, when everyone was well lubricated by the booze, he announced that the auditions would begin.
Larry was first, and he was given the opportunity of selecting his mates for the evening. He chose Rosemary, who was now a regular, then he picked Harriet, and Nancy, a blonde newcomer who was also making her debut with the organization. Nancy was recruited by Edna who felt sure that she would make an excellent addition to the group. She was about five foot nine with long, slim legs and enormous breasts for a girl with such a thin physique. Her eyes were sparkling blue and her lips were full and ripe. When Larry found that this was her first night at the apartment as well as his, he chose to take her on first. This news seemed to turn on the group more than ever because it meant the observation of two .totally different people to them. Excitement around the room was therefore intense as they all began to undress prior to the festivities.
When the clothing had all been tossed aside, the two participants faced each other. Then they moved in closer and met in their first embrace. Nancy's breasts were so large that they interfered when she and Larry came together... almost keeping them apart.
"Damn," muttered Larry, when the breasts mashed into his chest. "That's the biggest. and most beautiful set of boobies I ever saw. I've just got to kiss hell out of them."
"Be my guest," smiled Nancy. "That's what they're there for."
He put his head down to the level of the breasts and began licking the flesh as a dog might lick a bone. His tongue became a blur, moving over every inch of the skin except the nipples. He was saving them for the last.
When he had completely finished his work, the skin of her breasts was sleek and glossy from the saliva that he had put there. Then he went to work on the nipples.
His mouth covered the strawberry-shaped tips and he sucked on them furiously. Occasionally he would change the pace by withdrawing his lips and let his tongue do the work, flicking at the red knobs until they became so firm and swollen they were half again their normal size.
Nancy was obviously a highly passionate girl, because she went through an entire orgasm just from the action around her breasts. Of course, the action was aided by her own finger which massaged the area of her crotch while the activity was taking place around her breast. Everyone noted her fingering and nodded their approval to one another. This was definitely their type of girl.
When Larry had his fill of her breast, he began his kissing action all around her body. He started with her ears and worked his way down to her toes, never missing one inch of skin along the way. It was when he reached her buttocks that the group realized they were witnessing the activity of a true cocksman. He had her bend over, and when she did, he spread her cheeks and buried his tongue into the slot, kissing not only her cunny, but planting his tongue into her anus as well. Nancy wiggled and squirmed and released yet another flow of her love juice as Larry did his thing in and around her rear. And this was only the beginning. There was much, much more to come.
Larry turned his attention to her muff next, kissing the area furiously. Nancy spread her long legs to allow him better admission, and when she did, he took advantage of it by sinking his lips into the juicy slit and licking at it furiously. Then he moved down her legs to the toes, licking and nipping the sweet flesh along the way. By the time he had completed his tour of her body, Nancy was more than ready for his action.
The group all trouped into the bedroom and took their places while Nancy and Larry climbed on to the bed. They met in the center, embraced again, and then went right to work. They started with a common position, Nancy was flat on her back and Larry mounted her. However, when the rod had been inserted, Nancy raised her long legs and placed them over Larry's shoulders - thus raising her hips and giving them both a great deal of stimulation during the act. Larry's hips drove into Nancy time and time again, while her legs, draped over his shoulders at the calves, continued to flop around crazily. Lou had stolen a glance at the bedroom clock when Larry made his initial penetration and now he checked it again. Six minutes had gone past and Larry still seemed as fresh as ever.
Nancy was beginning to show signs of the wear and tear of that large rod inside of her, though. She moaned, sighed, and began gasping as the act continued. She was an old hand at intercourse, but she had obviously never been subjected to such a concentrated attack on her love spot. "Oh, God, p aren't you finished yet?" she croaked at the seven minute mark.
"Not quite yet," Larry replied, pumping away with that same slow, steady stroke.
"I can't take it anymore," she mumbled. "I've come more times than I can count and my pussy's on fire. Get it over with will you - please!"
"Anything to satisfy a lady," said Larry, going into a drive that sent his hips flying faster than ever. The orgasm tore into, Nancy in a salvo that made her screech and cling to him desperately. The second, third, and fourth bursts also affected her visibly, and by the time that Larry had dismounted, she was on the verge of complete collapse.
Margie brought some cold towels into the bedroom and helped Nancy soothe her inflamed crotch. She finally got up slowly, looked around the room, and declared herself out of the proceedings. "I thought I could handle this stuff pretty good," she muttered, "but this guy is inhuman. If you don't mind, I'd like to get home and soak my cunt in a cool tub for a couple of hours. It's been real nice knowing you all in this way, but I think we'll keep our relationships strictly in the business end of things from now on. Bye." And with that, Nancy dressed, and left the group forever.
Larry, meanwhile, had chance to regain his strength, and was ready for his next subject. This time he took Harriet and guided her to the bed with a great deal of ceremony. "That sunburn line of yours really turns me on," said Larry, as their lips parted from the first kiss. "It sure gives me a good target of things to aim for."
"Aim all you want, honey," said Harriet, smiling. "For the next couple of hours, it's all yours."
Larry toyed with her breasts for several moments and then threw his lips around the lower portion of her tummy, where the sun tan ended and the white flesh began. He ran his tongue over that hairline for several moments, and when Harriet was squirming fitfully, he moved down into her muff and began his activity all around the area.
Harriet took her knees in her hands and stretched her legs wide to give him all the opening possible. His mouth formed over the cunny and his tongue raced in and out of the crevice until even passionate old Harriet had to scream for him to stop or she would go mad.
"Let me get on top," she whispered to him. "I can take all the time you want if I'm regulating it myself."
"Be my guest," he answered, rolling over on his back with that magnificent rod waving in the air.
"It's all yours."
Harriet swung herself on top of Larry and lowered her cunny on top of the pole. It slipped in easily for she was already well lubricated, and quite ready for it. Then she slid down the shaft slowly and deliberately, letting her mind savor every inch of the delightful pleasure that it brought her. When the shaft had struck bottom, Harriet began the movement of sex on top of her companion. She changed pace as often as four and five times each minute - mixing up the sequence so that she was able to get the greatest degree of delight from it.
Larry, meanwhile, was almost nonchalant. He lay on his back with his hands crossed under his head and let her do whatever she wished with him. Harriet took Larry's nonchalance as a challenge, and went to work harder than ever. The milk-white cheeks, of her behind moved so rapidly it was almost a blur to the spectators, as she labored to bring about his orgasm. But Larry was true to his word, and his staying power was incredible. He hung right in there, letting her work her strongest tricks in order to get him off - and then he mortified her by remaining erect in spite ,of everything she had done.
"Come ... damn you, come," she screeched, pumping away at his rod for all she was worth. But Larry kept his rod with its blazing hard-on inside of her without the slightest sign of giving in to her pleas. Then there was a sudden change in Harriet's attitude. Instead of objecting to Larry's erection, and taking it as a personal affront to her femininity, she began to worship him for it. By now she had been stimulated to such a degree that she began to appreciate the value of a stud such as this man was.
"Oh, honey," she whispered to him in a voice that was just loud enough to be heard by the group. "I've never been had by a man like you - not ever. You're incredible."
"You're pretty damn good yourself," said Larry, beginning to warm up to the woman now that she was warmed up to him. "I can't think of any other women who lasted as long as you did without quitting."
"It's because I love your good stiff cock, that's why," she said between clenched teeth. "You've had it in me so long I don't ever want to let it go."
"Well, you can hang on to it as long as you like," he said, "because I'm not about to stop now."
Everyone in the room looked around in amazement. Nearly ten minutes of frantic activity had taken place on the bed before them, and now the man was saying that he still had more time to give before his rod softened.
"Well, at least he wasn't a fraud," said Lou, moving over to Ski. "He's been able to back up everything he told us."
"In spades," said Sid. "I think we ought to keep him in the group. How about you?"
"No doubt in my mind," said Lou.
Back on the bed, Harriet had squeezed her legs tightly to gain as much friction as possible, and was thrusting her pelvis into Larry with a ferocity that none of the group had ever seen before. It was an incredible display on the parts of both participants.
"I wonder if there's going to be anything left for me?" said Rosemary, watching the action.
"I wouldn't worry about it, honey," said Martha. "I know a real stud when I see one, and this cat fits the bill all the way down the line. There's no way in the world he won't have enough left for you when he's done with Harriet. You can bet on it."
It took another three minutes for Larry to reach his climax, and when it happened, it was positively devastating. You could see his own pelvis begin to rise and fall in unison with Harriet's movements, and when they both exploded together, it was positively ferocious. Their lips ground together and their arms clutched at each other tightly as the flow of love juice passed between them. When it was over, they both lay there for several moments - completely spent. The group recognized their efforts with cheers and sincere applause. It had been a truly great experience for everyone in the room.
A good stiff jolt of booze and a quick massage by Edna had Larry ready for Rosemary. She wasn't in any way, shape, or form the same girl who had her virginity removed by Lou several months back. Now she was a tigress in bed, a girl who enjoyed sex to the fullest and even contributed to the act by bringing in her own innovations. She began by falling on Larry's rod and fellating it furiously. Larry had had his rod sucked before, but never with this much ferocity. Rosemary was like a woman possessed as she ran her lips over the tool and tenderly lipped the scrotum with professional ability.
"You want to give me something to nibble on while you've got my cock there, honey?" asked Larry.
Rosemary didn't answer, but instead swung her lithe body around so that her muff was directly over Larry's lips. Then she slowly settled it down on his face and kept up her fellation until the rod showed signs of wanting to explode. "We can't have that," she said to Larry, with mock admonition in her voice. "You've got to let me have some of it first."
With that, she pulled herself away from the throbbing organ and turned herself around, sitting down on it with her back to Larry's face. Rosemary was on her knees now and able to regulate all of the movements of the act from this point. And regulate them, she did. The rod followed its natural curve deep into her vagina and she took advantage of this to drive it home again, again, and again while the juice collected on her cunny and spilled down her legs.
Larry was not as passive with Rosemary as he had been with Harriet. Instead of lying back like a spectator, he leaned up on his elbows and watched the movements of the girl with rapt attention. He was tired now, but still as game as a man could be. He wanted to give her all that she could hold before his final orgasm of the evening erupted.
"Oh, wow ... mmmph ..." said Rosemary, as the large rod probed her cunny time and time again. "I've never had one in me this long - not ever. It's good ... it's so good!" You could see from the expression on Larry's face that he was also enjoying the sport immensely ... and when the time came for him to pop, you could see that, too. His face grew tense and his teeth clenched tightly. The veins in his neck even expanded to twice their normal size as the violent reaction began taking place down in his scrotum. And then he exploded.
Rosemary screamed and clutched at her breasts - cupping one in each hand and fingering the nipples furiously. Her face was also set n a mask of exotic pleasure and her body was like an electric toy that keeps jerking and twitching and bobbing about until the battery runs out. Rosemary's battery didn't run out for several minutes, and when it did, she dismounted and threw herself on Larry, kissing him as furiously as she had fellated his rod.
"I love you, lover man," she screamed in his ear. "You're the greatest I've ever had - or ever want to have in my life."
"Wait just a minute here, kid," said Harriet, moving in between them. "Old Harriet here has a few things to say about that. And remember, doll - he picked me first. Didn't you, Larry?"
"Now just hold on a minute," roared Sid, who was blazing mad. "This is the kind of shit that we've tried to avoid right from the start. We don't want any fights over anyone around here. You either share everyone or get the hell out! Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," said Harriet guiltily.
"And what about you, Rosemary?" he asked. "Are you going to forget this possessiveness?"
"Yes, sir," she answered sheepishly.
"All right then," he said, cooling off a bit. "Now it's Mickey's turn. Who do you pick, Mickey?"
"Well, let's see now. I think I'll try Margie, Martha, and Melinda - the three M's."
"All right, kid," said Lou, "they're all yours."
Long, lean Margie was Mickey's first, and he saluted her body by running his hands all over it from top to bottom - and then all the way around again. His fingers were like tiny insects, fluttering and flicking at the skin until the goosebumps broke out on her hide like so many door knobs. Then Mickey concentrated his efforts on her legs. He ran up and down them a dozen times - always flirting with her cunny, but never touching it. You could see how Margie wanted him to, because she kept shoving it up toward him, but he deftly avoided contact with it and continued to play around her legs and right up to the apex of her crotch. By the time he did place his fingers on her muff, the hair was already moist with her vaginal fluids and burning with desire. He placed his finger in her slit and she quickly moved her position to make it slip into the folds of her vulva. Then, when it was in place, she began working her body to give herself the satisfaction she needed.
While this was happening below, Mickey was working his lips over Margie's small breasts. He also noted that what they lacked in size, they made up for in shape and firmness. They were so firm, in fact, that he couldn't tear his lips away from them. He'd mouth one and then the other in rapid succession, keeping the nipples wet with his saliva and making her move all the faster to give herself a greater thrill with his finger.
Finally, both realized that it was time to forget the pre-intercourse play and get right down to business. Margie lay on her back and thrust a large pillow under her hips, elevating them - to a point where he would have the greatest leverage for entering her. Then she spread those magnificent shafts wide and invited him to enter. He did, and the moment that his rod was-secured, she took her legs - and wrapped them around his lower body - hooking the heels into his buttocks. That gave Margie the opportunity of pushing him forward into herself at the rate of speed she wished.
Mickey had never been driven in such a manner, and the sensation nearly drove him wild with excitement. He didn't have the staying power of Larry, but he had lots of heart, and he kept up the drive just as long as he could under such inflammatory conditions. Finally, when he couldn't take the sensual pounding any longer, he let out a gasp of anxiety, clutched Margie tightly to his arms, and poured one load after another into her thirsty womb. Margie, during his climax, was more animated than ever. Her legs worked around him like steel rod and pumped like pistons. When it was over they were both trembling with excitement.
"Very good performance, young fellow," said Sid, offering him a stiff drink. "That's going to be hard to top."
"Well," Mickey replied, "the reason it worked out so well is because I had such a great partner. But then I'm sure the other girls will give me a lot of opportunity to do-good, too."
"A born diplomat," said Lou. "You should have gone into an embassy for a living."
Mickey's second choice was Martha and she seemed as anxious to be with him as he was with her. They met in the center of the bed and began kissing furiously.
"You going to fuck me good, baby?" she asked, removing her lips from his for just a moment.
"Urn-hum, real good."
"How you going to do it to me?"
"I don't know. But I'll bet you dig it doggie style."
"How'd you know that?"
"I could tell from the shape of that ass of yours. It takes a good, long cock to get under it and in you, so I'll bet you don't get it too often back there."
"That's right, I don't. But you're gonna do it for me, aren't you?"
"Bet your ass I am. Now tell me, do you think you can hold my body weight if you're on your hands and knees?"
"You mean, you want to hang on to me while you're doing it?"
"That's the general idea."
"Well, baby, I can sure as hell try."
Martha got on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor, because the mattress wouldn't have given her the support she needed for the operation they were about to perform. Then Mickey slipped around behind her and began rubbing his hands all over her body. Martha - squirmed as the hands played around her back, her rib cage, and down the backs of her thighs. When he began slipping his fingers into her crotch and up - the slot in her buttocks, everyone gasped because the sensation seemed to affect Martha so strongly. Her eyes were shut tight and her teeth were clenched as the playful fingers did their work. Strange noises escaped from her throat as the lower portion of her body received its assault of love and the more frantic his fingers worked, the more frantic was her response.
When Mickey took his fingers away from Martha's crotch and found them to be wet with the juices of her love, he knew that she was ready for entry. "All right, honey, here we go. I'm going to climb onto your back and put it to you. You ready for me?"
"Baby, I was ready for you half an hour ago."
Mickey got up behind Martha's buttocks and in classic doggie style, placed his rod up against the lips of her vulva and began shoving. The head slipped in, and the moment it did, he gave one tremendous thrust and anchored it firmly inside of her. Then he inched his way on to her back, wrapped his legs around her middle, and rested his head on the back of her neck. Martha was supporting his body now and the strain of having all that weight on her back and all of that meat inside of her cunny began to tell on her immediately. Her eyes were twice as wide as normal and her nostrils flared. Her mouth was partially open and from it came the sound of heavy breathing.
"How you doing, sweet?" asked Mickey.
"It's a load, but I can handle it," she replied.
"Well, we haven't even begun yet," he said. "The real fun is just coming up, because I'm going to start fucking you like right now!"
Suiting his action to words, Mickey began moving his hips in the motion of intercourse. He didn't have the freedom to make particularly large strokes, but the position he had taken was so stimulating to her clitoris that even the slightest movement brought them both a maximum of delight. In and out, in and out, the large rod moved, and with each stroke Martha gasped louder and struggled harder to carry the load. Her forehead was pouring perspiration, and her body was glistening with it as well. Mickey was covered with his own perspiration, too. The passion he was experiencing from beneath him was of such a red-hot nature that it overwhelmed him completely.
Finally, the sweat of the two participants blended and wiped - out any trace of friction between their bodies. They slipped and slid across each other's skin so swiftly it seemed that only the rod anchored in Martha kept them from coming apart.
And then Mickey's climax arrived. He went into a drive that was so powerful it nearly knocked him off his perch. He came, then fired another salvo, and - then two more in rapid spurts. Martha took all of them without missing a stroke of her own hips, released one final burst of her own juice, and then collapsed on the floor with Mickey still riding on top of her. Mickey rolled off of Martha's soaked body and lay on his back for - several minutes - totally exhausted. Edna took some towels from the bathroom, soaked them in cool water, and sponged off the couple, reviving them almost immediately. It had been one of the most dynamic performances ever seen in the apartment.
Melinda was sure that Mickey would never be able to service her after undergoing such an ordeal, but he assured her that after another good belt of booze he could handle it. They waited half an hour for him to regain his strength, and when he did, he took Melinda to the large easy chair in the living room, and sat down on it.
"What do you want me to do now?" she asked.
"I'm going to sit right here in the chair," he said. "You climb onto my lap, let the arms of the chair spread your legs, and then settle right down on my cock. I'll put my hands under your fanny and raise and lower you. How does that sound to you, baby?"
"Wow, it sounds like I'm going to get split open at the seams. I've never tried anything like that before."
"But - first," said Mickey, "you're going to have to give me a little head to get the old boy up where he belongs. He's had a pretty rough night of it as you know."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything," she said, kneeling before him and placing her lips over the head of his rod. Her mouth swallowed the pole in an instant and immediately the quiet room was filled with the unmistakable sucking noises of fellatio. Melinda sucked on the rod for several minutes, and when she drew her mouth away, the room gave a murmur of approval because the rod was once again full-sized and ready for action.
Melinda sprang up on to the chair, spread her legs over the chair's arms, and guided her cunny up to the head of Mickey's rod. The tool slipped into place and she gently lowered herself on to it. Everyone rushed to the back of the chair to catch Melinda's expression as the tool entered her, because the angle of her leg span gave that large tool perfect entry and the opportunity to sink itself all the way to the hilt. The trip to the back of the chair was most rewarding to the group, because they had the opportunity of seeing Melinda's eyes open wider and yet wider as the rod probed her vagina. It seemed as if it would never end, and with every inch her face contorted to a more grotesque mask of pleasurable pain. Then, when the rod was in as far as it would go, Melinda threw herself forward and planted her lips onto Mickey's.
"Oh, you beautiful man," she said, pulling her lips away for a moment. "You wonderful, beautiful man. I've never had anything like this before in my life, and even though it's splitting me open and tearing me out, I've never enjoyed anything more. Now come on and do whatever you want to me. Fuck me to death."
Mickey's hands reached down and took Melinda under the buttocks. He toyed with the feel of her weight for a moment and then slowly bounced her upward on his rod. She let out a small gasp of pleasure as the rod began its exit from her body, and then a gasp of shock as he released her and let the weight of her body send her down on the pole once again. Then he began the slow, steady process of lifting and lowering her on the pole while she entwined her arms around his neck, placed her lips upon his, and poured her love juices into his lap.
Mickey was able to retain this position for the better part of five minutes, and the longer it lasted, the wilder Melinda became. She was nearly beside herself with passion now, and for a girl who could take so much, she was actually reaching the saturation point. "Please come in me," she pleaded to Mickey. "Please finish and take it out of me. I can't stand it anymore."
The words seemed to set Mickey ablaze and his hands moved more swiftly than ever, pushing her up and down on the pole until they were both rocking m the rhythm of sex and moaning their pleasure aloud. Mickey's first burst of sperm made Melinda scream aloud, as did the second and the third. She threw her face at his, biting him about the neck so furiously that he showed the marks of it for two weeks.
And then it was done. When the rod slipped out, Melinda lay back and fell off of the chair slowly. She lay on the floor for a moment, then rolled over and slept. Mickey got up from the chair, staggered to the bathroom, and stepped into the shower. By the time he returned, Melinda was rising. Her cunny was so tender that she couldn't touch it without screaming - but she was never more content in her life.
"Well, gang, it was one hell of a night, wasn't it?" asked Lou.
"Well, sort of," replied Edna. "But do you realize that I'm the only chick in the room that didn't get balled? And I get to go home with nothing but an itchy pussy. Shit!"
"We can't let you go home like that, Edna," said Lou. "What do you say, Sid, how about a sex sandwich for the little lady?"
"It's okay with me," Sid replied. "After watching these two studs work, I've got a little steam I want to get rid of myself."
"Good deal," said Lou. "I'll go and get the butter."
He returned, anointed the shaft of his rod with it and then put a large gob into Edna's anal cavity. She squealed as the slippery substance lubricated her, and squealed even more when the two men approached her and took their places. Sid's rod entered her vulva at the same moment that Lou's moved into her bottom. Then the men placed their arms around her, clutched tightly, and shoved. Edna screamed as the two pronged attack began and in an instant, her screams turned to gurgles of joy because of the wonderful sensation it was bringing to her.
In and out, in and out, went the two organs with perfect timing. Edna rose on her toes with each thrust and came down to the flat of her feet with each withdrawal. Sid was kissing her lips furiously as the activity continued and when the final orgasm of the night came to her, she was so stricken with emotion that she nearly jumped away from her lovers. But this was not possible because they had her too well secured to escape. Lou fired his wad into her rear and Ski put his into her cunny with such force - that she nearly passed out from the shock of the experience. Her body twitched convulsively, her knees buckled, and she let her body grow limp a moment after the triple climax had concluded.
"Well," Lou asked. "Did you get enough to satisfy yourself for the night?"
"Are you kidding?" she smiled, when her composure was regained. "That game satisfied me enough to last for a month."
Larry and Mickey were assured permanent places in the group, and everyone went home exhausted, but happy. It had been one hell of a night.
