SPECIAL REPORT - on the sizzling swap meets of suburban swingers!
They are everywhere, in Anytown, in your town. That respectable husband and father and pillar of the community - that wholesomely sexy housewife next door -- people you'd never suspect of being sex-mad sensualists!
The lid is ripped off the naked truth about suburban swinging in these three hard-hitting
personal confessions:
"TWO ON ONE" - A lovely young wife burning with lesbian desire -- a seductive bi-housewife - and a lustful, stud husband --three parts of a torrid triangle!
"ADULTERY" - secrets of the swingers stripped bare as you experience a wife-swapping meet that flames into orgy!
"SPANKING" - the tasty teen daughter of decadent debauchees desires discipline, domination, kinky sex!
SPECIAL REPORT - reveals the naked truth!
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TWO ON ONE
On my back on the living room couch, wrapped in the loving embrace of his passionate bi-wife, Monica--
That's where Vance caught me. Caught us.
At first, I didn't know how long he'd been standing there, watching. Long enough for Monica and me to get naked.
Saturday afternoon in summer, early afternoon, a little after one. An afternoon like so many others Monica and I had shared during the last two weeks, since beginning our affair.
But this afternoon was different.
This time, we got caught.
Vance shouldn't have been there. He was supposed to be spending a rare afternoon at the country club, taking in eighteen holes of golf. That's what Monica assured me. I had no reason to doubt her.
I figured she didn't want our affair to be discovered any more than I did.
I was free-for the day.
Mark, my husband, had gone to the office today. The business was closed, but he could get in. He's a rising, ambitious young executive on a fast track, he has to work twice as hard as his co-workers if he wants to get ahead.
So he tells me.
But for all I knew, he might well have been visiting a girlfriend.
Which was fine with me. Especially since I took up with Monica. And she took up with me. It was Monica who'd made most of the moves.
She was beautiful and passionate and knew just how to turn me on in bed. Her loving was pure heaven.
Monica and her husband, Vance, made their home in the same affluent suburban town where Mark and I lived.
But their house was bigger, located in a ritzier section of this town of Tall Hills. Mark and I are financially comfortable but striving;
Monica and Vance are well to do.
Of course, that couple is about ten years older than Mark and I, so it's not like Vance is any mere of an achiever than Mark. He's just been around longer.
And knows more tricks.
I found that out, fast!
Monica had me spellbound-not only that afternoon, but even before we began our affair.
She's in her mid-thirties, a housewife and mother, with two teen kids. Though you'd never know it, to see her.
She's a sunny, classy blonde with hair like honey and wholesome, apple pie good looks. A green-eyed blonde with a face that looks five years younger than her real age, and a strong, firm, sensational physique which would be a credit to a woman of any age.
She's five and a half feet tall, thick blonde hair parted down the middle of her scalp, framing her heart-shaped face, hair curling up in a flip at the edges. Her face is smooth and pink and youthful, except for a network of fine lines at the corners of her eyes and lips.
Pink lips, rich and ripe and moist, so full that they look like they're pouting, lips of pink velvet ...
Lips that thrilled me with lingering kisses that caressed my naked skin.
We were both eager. A few days too many
-had passed since we'd been together-in bed, that is.
Strewn on the floor by the couch were two sets of clothes and undies, mine and hers, left where they'd fallen from our bodies.
A short-sleeved emerald dress of some fine thin slinky fabric; a lacy white bra; pink panties; slippers--
Monica's clothes.
Short-sleeved white blouse trimmed with navy blue piping; pair of hiphugging high-waisted blue slacks; white nylon bra; white panties; shoes-
My clothes.
I lay on my back, on the couch. Naked.
Monica lay on top of me, just as nude.
The couch was velvet cushioned under me. On top of me, Monica's skin was smoother than silk.
She had big round breasts, high and firm, yet full, tipped with dark pink pebbled nipples.
Her body was full-fleshed, well conditioned, round, firm. She had a narrow waist, wide pink hips, strong shapely legs.
I squirmed under her.
Standing side by side, I'm taller by a few inches. I'm twenty-six, close to ten years younger than she.
I'm long and lean and long-legged, with pert, pointy breasts, a slim torso, round hips, and long, long legs.
Monica's skin is all pink and smooth. She colors easily. A pink-skinned blonde.
I'm much more fair-skinned, my flesh is almost white, even though I'm a brunette whose hair is inky black. The hair on my head, and between my legs.
My skin, so white, makes all my features stand out. My hair is sleek, glossy, cut short, reaching to my jawline.
My brows are a pair of thick straight lines. Thick lashes border my blue-gray eyes. I have a thin nose, Semitic, hawk-like. My long thin lips are naturally red, even without lipstick.
My nipples are brown, so brown and dark that they stand out against my white breasts like a pair of rubber plugs.
As she got on top of me, Monica mounted me face to face.
We wouldn't stay that way for long.
But it was nice to start off by kissing mouth to mouth. Soon enough, our mouths would be kissing . . .other places.
Monica's flesh pressed me down into the cushions. The touch of her bare skin on mine was a thousand little caresses.
Each time she moved, another thousand tiny caresses thrilled me.
Her round, full bosom rolled over my sharper, pointier breasts. Her stiff nipples throbbed. So did mine.
Her crotch pressed my own. She rubbed against me.
Her bush rubbed, merged with my own. I lay with one leg on the couch and the other leg dangling off the edge, foot on the floor.
Monica's strong legs pressed together, between my spread legs. She was short, her feet pressed against the bolstered couch arm. When I stretched out like that, I had to drape my feet over the edge to fit.
My skin was hot, sensitive. My nipples were so stiff that they were aching points of soreness.
Between the legs, in my sex, oozed thick hot moisture.
My pussy lips were all sensitive, quivering.
Monica tilted her hips and pressed her mound into mine, sliding her sexlips along my own, making me gasp.
She rubbed her crotch against mine, our cunt lips merging, smearing each other's sex with our own juices.
My hands fastened on her rump. Her bottom was plump but not fat, sassily full, a pair of handfuls of buttery bottom flesh.
I took hold of her cheeks, one in each hand. I pulled her closer, kneading her buttocks. They flexed, tightening.
Monica pressed her palms to my face, my cheeks, then kissed my mouth.
Closing my eyes, I parted my lips, dreamily surrendering to the pleasure.
Her lips glued to mine. Her breath, hot and sweet, billowed into my mouth. Followed by her tongue.
Mine's long and pointed; hers is thick and fat, with a blunt round edge. I'm already quite expert on the subject of her tongue--
Her tongue having expertly impassioned and pleasured me.
She put her tongue in my mouth, sliding it on mine, tasting the sweetness of my saliva, saliva working in her own mouth as well.
Long delicious kisses followed.
Monica's bronze-blonde hair fell on my face, caressing it, smelling sweet.
As her tongue probed, darting in my mouth, her hips worked, rubbing her cunt against mine.
Between the legs, I was as wet as I was in my mouth; so was Monica.
I got wetter and hotter as we kissed, rubbed.
Monica unglued her mouth from mine. My moans sounded louder.
My head tilted back, tautly cording my neck, while Monica kissed her way down it, kissed the top of my chest, too.
I caressed her hair, neck, shoulders, upper back.
She squirmed down on the couch, on me, leveling her head with my white breasts.
Her hands fastened on them. I moaned at her touch.
Monica kneaded the breasts, gently working them, toying with the nipples. I gasped.
I opened my eyes, just a slit, looking down at her hands working on my flesh. Small neat hands with strong fingers, their pink nails showing rounded tips. On one hand sparkled the hard-edged glinting diamond of an engagement ring, on a finger of the other hand blazed the band of gold that was her wedding ring.
And both hands were fastened on my breasts.
Her fingers thrummed over my stiff nipples. Taking hold of my breasts, pushing them together, rubbing them.
My stiff long brown nipples jutted, side by side.
Monica nuzzled my breasts, sliding her silk-smooth face, velvet lips, over them, frequently returning to the nipples.
She kissed first one, then the other nipple.
From between her parted pink lips came her thick fat pink tongue. It flopped down on one of my nipples.
Its rounded edge sawed at the nipple, then tongued its twin. Wetness glimmered on the tips of both nipples.
Monica lived in a split-level ranch house, long, low, sprawling, with its living room to one side of its front door.
The couch on which we lay was close to a wide bay window, whose curtain was pulled down to protect our privacy.
Both Monica's kids were away for the weekend, visiting her sister upstate, so there was no worry about their unexpected arrival.
Wife and mother though she was, Monica cleverly arranged matters so we had much free time together.
An easy feat during the weekdays, when husbands and kids were away at work and school, but not so easy at night and on weekends yet Monica could handle that, too. A most artful arranger, she was ...
Just as she had arranged my seduction.
After the first time, she really had a hold on me. She knew how to make my flesh come alive and sing.
I was spellbound addicted to her firm pink flesh, wicked mouth.
That mouth fastened on a nipple of mine, pressing it. I moaned. I moaned some more as, mouthing the nipple, she licked it, too.
Her breasts were cushiony pillows of flesh, rolling under her, pressing my belly with soft roundness.
I reached down, rubbed their tops.
Monica stopped sucking my nipple. It flopped from her mouth.
"Want some of mine?" she teased. "Mmmmmmm?"
"Yes, ah, yes!"
Monica moved back up, back bowing, upper body lifting, positioning her breasts dangling over my face.
My mouth watered.
My puckered lips pressed hot kisses on the undersides of her mounds.
Monica swayed her breasts so they slid caressingly across my face and kissing mouth, tantalizing me.
like a hungry infant's, my mouth opened and closed.
Monica pressed one of her fine fat nipples to my lips. Her skin was a bright shiny pink. Her nipples were a warm, dark pink.
Pink pebbles pasted to the tips of her rounded mounds.
She stuffed one between my lips and I sucked it. Its throbbing vibrated through my mouth, my head.
My tongue licked the nipple trapped between my lips, while Monica caressed my hair, smoothing it off my face and forehead, making soothing murmurs.
After a while, she freed her nipple. It came loose from my sucking mouth with a pop.
Offering up her other nipple, feeding it to me, silenced my moans.
Sucking stiff throbbing nipples was heavenly, but I wanted more. Wet heat flooded my pussy, whose lips ached with sensitivity, feeling full, swollen.
Monica detached her nipple. A strand of saliva connected her nipple to my lips, pulling longer and thinner as she moved away, until the strand snapped and fell back on my mouth.
Monica kept on moving down on the couch.
She knelt between my spread legs, stroking my thighs, hips.
I'm tall and slender, but my hips are nicely rounded. My slit runs long and thin on a narrow mound, with a neat tufted silky black bush and a pair of delicate sex lips, dark dusky pink.
Wetness glimmered within my slitted sex, on my breast tips. It was her saliva shining on my nipples, but my own juices glistening between my sex.
Monica's shapely legs were folded under her, pink rounded thighs all taut, belly hollowed, sucked in; breasts jutting.
The living room was dimly lit by natural light filtered through curtained windows, creating warm gloom.
From somewhere distantly in the guts of the house came the muffled pounding of central air conditioning, its cooling breezes keeping the living room (and the rest of the house) at a pleasant temperature on this sunny, sultry day.
Monica licked her lips, lowered her head. Brazen hair fell forward like brassy wings, hiding most of her face.
Her head went down to my crotch. Hot breath tingled on my sex.
Monica fastened kissing lips on my pussy-
The sensation was incredible!
Moist heat blossomed between my legs, much more than before, and it already was simmering before the kisses.
Waves of pleasure rolled through me.
I sat up or tried to. I propped myself up on my elbows. Monica lifted her face from my crotch.
Her hands stole a feel of my breasts as she pushed me down on my back. "Just enjoy it!"
"Let me do you, too!" I moaned. "Later."
"But I want something in my mouth " "Later."
Her head dipped back between my legs, mouth gluing to my pussy.
"Oh!" I gasped. "Ooh!"
Monica held my hips. Her kissing lips grazed up and down my slit, massaging it with velvety caresses.
Her tongue followed where her lips had been.
She flopped her tongue on my pussy. Her head bobbed as she licked me. Her brassy blonde hair swirled across my hips.
I pushed my pussy up to meet her tongue.
Her parted lips pressed my pussy lips, while her tongue lanced between. I gasped as her tongue entered me.
Monica put it deep.
Inside, I was wet, dripping. I got hotter and wetter as her tongue worked.
Monica lapped juices, rolling her tongue in them, swallowing them down.
The more she lapped, the more juices flowed.
I was moaning.
She took her tongue out of my slit and slid it up to the top, to my pearly clitoris, feathering her tongue over it.
I gasped, crying out with pleasure.
Monica pursed her lips, pushing them out so their smooth slippery insides touched my clitoris.
She massaged my pleasure button with the insides of her smooth lips. I lay back, loving it.
My eyes were slits, almost closed. I swayed my hips to meet her mouth. My stiff-nippled breasts jiggled.
The nipples ached.
Monica held my hips while she mouthed ma So, I took hold of my own breasts, covering each with a hand.
I held my breasts so the nipples jutted out from between my fingers. Then I pinched them.
I tried to pinch them according to the way her tongue and lips worked. Each time I squeezed, I felt it down in my pussy.
And each time she licked, I sizzled all the way through me.
I raised the leg on the couch, bending it at the knee, bracing my foot against the arm of the couch.
My other foot was braced on the floor. I pushed myself to meet her tongue.
Steady juicy slurping sounds came from her mouth working between my legs. My fires burned higher and higher.
I came.
When I climaxed, Monica took her tongue off my clitoris. My clit was so super-sensitive when I orgasmed, that the slightest touch, no matter how airy and feather-light, would be so intense as to be painful. But Monica kept her lips pressed to my pussy lips.
I went all rigid, shaking, moaning. Muscles stood out on my thighs. They pressed Monica's head.
Then my passion peaked.
I slumped, falling into relief, release.
All the tension flooded from ma My face was hot, wet, red. I cried out with pleasure, then was full of sighs.
My thighs relaxed their grip on Monica's head. My raised leg unbent and flopped down flat on the couch.
I opened my eyes, to slits.
They took a second to focus. Monica kissed my pussy, then lifted her head as she sat up straight, kneeling between my spread legs on the couch, her legs folded under her, her round bottom resting on her heels.
I was all dreamy, floating, satisfied ... yet already, I wanted more.
Monica held her arms out, sliding her hands up my hips, over my belly, up to my breasts, fastening her hands on them.
She massaged my breasts, pressing, rolling them.
I looked up at Monica.
She was gorgeous. She looked like the picture of passion.
Her pink face was ruddy, misted with sweat, glistening with my juices around mouth and chin.
Her full-lipped mouth was curved in a smile, while her heavy-lidded eyes looked down at me, smoldering.
It was unusual for Monica to just do me, without mounting me to be done herself, while she was doing, that is.
I knew she would have a big appetite for delight. That was fine with me. I wanted to please, pleasure, satisfy her.
I wanted to lick and suck her breasts. I wanted my cheeks cheeks of my face-to feel the pressing hug of her thighs as I fastened my mouth to her pussy. I wanted my mouth filled with her hot, wet cunt.
I smiled up at her.
A shadow crossed her face, a rippling emotion which increased with each passing heartbeat.
Her heavy-lidded eyes and her wet mouth flowered wide, surprised. She went tight. Surprise, confusion, alarm!
"Monica! What's wrong "
She stared over me, facing the front hall beyond the living room archway. Her expression frightened me.
I squirmed to a sitting position. Pleasure still sparked and flared between my legs as I moved, but not for long.
Not when I saw what Monica saw-Vance!
Vance, her husband! Vance, who was supposed to be out on the golf links miles away now, at the country club!
Only he was here, in his own home, standing in the hall, hands on hips.
Monica and I both squealed.
With capture came guilt. We both parted from each other, in a tangle of arms and legs and tits and asses.
"Surprise!" Vance said.
Caught!
PART TWO
You could say that it all started the first time Monica seduced me, some two weeks or so before that fateful Saturday afternoon.
But, really, it went back a lot farther than that ...
. . .Back to when I was just a girl, a youngster only a few hairs this side of puberty, on the night when I slept over at my friend Eugenie's house.
Eugenie was French-American. Her father was French, mother American. Her father was assigned to the French diplomatic corps, serving in posts in different parts of the world.
On this assignment, he was stationed in the States for a year or so, so he'd taken a house in the suburbs outside the city, and brought his family with him.
Eugenie, his daughter, was in my class at private school. Her older sister attended some junior college, while a brother in his late teens had stayed behind to live with relatives in France.
Eugenie and I were fast friends. We were inseparable.
Eugenie was about five and a half feet tall, nubile, with light brown hair cut short and fluffy and boyish over a fine featured face. Her eyes were yellow-brown. Depending on her mood, or the surroundings, the eyes ranged from gold to chestnut in coloring. Her nose was sassily snubbed, and she had a sensitive, full-lipped, quivering little cupid's-bow of a mouth.
Her limbs were shapely. Eugenie was well developed for her tender age. We both were in our very early teens.
VERY young teens!
Like all girls (or boys) at that awkward age, I was obsessively curious, fascinated, and concerned not only with my developing body, but with the various bodies of classmates, teachers, adults-everybody!
Many times in class-this private junior high was an all-girls day school, not a boarding school I covertly examined and inspected my classmates, staring at a flat chest here, the sassy tilt of a breast there, the sweep of a muscular thigh or calf.
I compared our budding physiques with those of our teachers. We were flowers that were just opening.
Eugenie opened my flower.
Maybe girls from France mature faster, physically and mentally, than girls do here, or maybe it was just Eugenie herself.
It was in gym class, in locker and shower rooms, where I had the best chance of checking out my classmates.
I'd time things so I started dressing or undressing depending on whether it was the start or finish of the class a minute or so behind the others, so they'd already be undressing.
In the shower room was where you saw what everybody really had, without concealing clothes, padded bras, and the like.
The range of development went from a handful of girls who hadn't yet had their first periods (poor things! they were so anxious, and so often teased!) to one or two girls who had almost womanly bodies.
I was budding, with small plum-sized titties, long lean physique, long legs, and a small dark tufted bush on my narrow pussy mound.
Eugenie was shorter, stockier, more muscular. She had pear-shaped and pear-sized breasts, a muscular back, round ripe high rump, muscular thighs and calves. Her nipples were brown, darker even than mine, her breasts much fuller. And her bush was womanly, a big fat curly brown patch of fur.
Eugenie.
Many girls dressed quickly, but not Eugenie. She liked to parade nude around the locker room, walking around as unconcernedly as if she were fully clothed. The way she moved, she had to be very aware of her body.
Some girls teased her, and told her to save it for the boys. Eugenie took their kidding good naturedly.
Not that she was all sugar and spice. When crossed, she could be a real hellcat, and the bully girls left her alone, foreigner or not.
She caught me looking at her-naked, I mean.
I was embarrassed to be caught staring and looked away. Even then, I was unsure of what I really wanted.
All I knew was that ever since my body changed, strange feelings had come over me.
Eugenie knew better, of course. She was more experienced in these things.
Anyway, she started up a conversation. She was very hip and funny and charming, with a reckless streak I envied.
Eugenie was not one for wasting time.
The first night I ever slept over as her houseguest, she seduced me.
It was a fine big house on a green hill where such houses were to be found, a house of brick and white columns in front. Not quite a mansion, but almost.
It had lots of rooms which weren't used, places to hide, and so on.
Having my parents' permission to sleep over, I went to Eugenie's house after school on Friday.
After dinner, we hung out and she showed me around the house.
On the third floor, a lot of rooms were unused. Some of them were empty and bare even of carpeting, others had old furniture.
Eugenie and I went in a small room with faded wallpaper with roses on it, and an old horsehide sofa.
We'd changed from our school clothes into more comfortable stuff.
She wore a floppy red short-sleeved sweatshirt and a pair of tight faded jeans. Oddly, they were American, not French jeans-funny, how the mind picks up details like that and never forgets them.
I wore a white blouse with pink piping, and a fluffy pink mini-skirt, ankle socks, and shiny red shoes with sharp-pointed toes and flat heels and little red leather straps that fastened across the tops of my feet.
Eugenie sneaked a cigarette, smoked it. Her mother didn't allow her to smoke, so she had to filch cigarette and matches from downstairs.
Eugenie's family had a couple of servants. That really fascinated me. My daddy wasn't rich, but he was well to do. We had a maid who came in a couple of days a week, but Eugenie's family had two live-in servants, one middle aged an a bit sour, the other young and pretty.
It seemed like each time we found a nice private place, one or another of the servants, or Eugenie's younger brother and sisters, came along. But up here, in this deserted part of the third floor, it was nice and quiet.
We sat by the window, on the floor, backs against the wall. A window was open to let the smell of smoke out.
It was twilight and the window looked west so we could see a strip of bright hot orange at the horizon where the sun was sinking.
I took a few puffs of the cigarette and nearly coughed my lungs out.
Eugenie, grinning, shushed me, then smugly demonstrated her superior technique, smoking away like an old veteran.
I said I didn't know how she could stand to smoke.
"It's fun, when you get used to it. like lots of things!"
She spoke with an accent, musical and charming.
Under her sweatshirt, she was braless. Her breasts swayed freely under the garment, nuzzling their nipples against fleecy red fabric.
We talked and talked and talked, about boys and sex and other girls.
Eugenie wasn't so interested in talking about boys-there were few of them that we knew, anyhow, but we both knew lots of girls, and talked all about them:
What this one wore, what that one said, this one was no good, that one was sweet, this one had big tits, etc.
I was a bit shocked-and excited-by Eugenie's frank way of discussing the other girls in our grade.
She had a real eye for detail, and she would make comments like, say, "This one has great legs," "that one has an exquisite face," "this one has great big haunches, like a cow," "that one has the cutest little ass!"
"Wow!" I said. "You don't miss a trick, do you?! "
"Not a trick," she said. "That's why I have the cutest girl in our grade right up here with me!"
"Oh, stop teasing me!"
"I like to tease you," she said.
She kissed me on the lips.
"Why did you do that, Eugenie?"
"Because I wanted to. You wanted it, too. You liked it!"
"Girls don't kiss each other!"
She laughed. "Mon dieu! You have a lot to learn!"
"Oh?"
"I'll be your teacher."
"And what will you teach me?'
Her face got intent. Her face reminded me of a movie of a fox I had seen on a TV nature special. Her eyes glowed, like the fox's had.
"I'll teach you how to love!"
I tried to make light of it. "Oh, you French think you know everything there is to know about love!"
"We do. Love, and loving. I'll show you."
She cupped my chin, lifted my head, moved her face close to mine until the sight of it blocked out all else.
My face got red and hot and tingling. My mouth was dry.
"What-" I faltered, tried again. "What are you going to do, Eugenie?"
"When two girls like each other like we do, they should show it!"
She kissed my lips.
Her lips were warm, moist, pliant. They pressed mine. She breathed deeply, nostrils flaring, her hot breath playing on my face.
Her lips parted and her tongue dabbed out, probing my lips.
By accident or design, her hand brushed my titties. My nipples stiffened. More heat flared up in me.
But still, I wouldn't open my mouth for her tongue.
She withdrew her lips from mine. 'Don't you know how to kiss?" "Of course I do?"
"So, why do you keep your mouth closed?" "What are you going to do, put your tongue in?" "Oui!"
"Silly! Girls don't kiss like that!" My laughter was nervous.
"Don't they? I do. Don't you like me, cherie?"
"You know better than to even ask that, Eugenie!"
"Then why are you so cold to me?"
She pouted. I said, "Girls aren't supposed to kiss with tongues!"
"They are, when they like each other like we do," she said. "Perhaps you would rather be up here with a boy than with me?"
The way she said it, she was so serious that I knew what I had to answer.
"There's no boy I like better than you," I said, "no girl, either! I I'm not sure what you want from me, but I'd do anything, anything at all!
"Here, I'll prove it!"
And I kissed her mouth, with my mouth open.
I don't know what got into me, because I'm not the bold type by nature. But I was all excited, filled with strange yearnings, excitingly confused.
Eugenie was surprised for about a heartbeat.
Then she embraced me and REALLY kissed me!
It was a kiss that was a kiss. She leaned into me, fastening her open lips to mine, thrusting her tongue in my mouth.
Having a tongue exploring, tasting, probing my mouth, was a wild sensation--
Made so much wilder by it being a girl's tongue!
I'd kissed one or two boys like this, but it had meant nothing to me, nothing at all, leaving me cold.
But Eugenie's kisses turned me on.
At first, she was greedy. Her tongue thrust deep, rolled over mine, tasting, licking. probing.
I was a little scared by her passion. But the scariness was a turn-on, too.
I was still kind of confused, I wasn't sure what we would do. Now, I wasn't stupid, young though I was.
I knew-academically-the facts of life, the mechanics of the sex act, how the male sticks his erect penis in the female's vagina, and so on ...
And I knew about lesbians, too, girls who liked girls, since I'd seen a couple of bedroom scenes in movies. But those mcvies were only R-rated and they just showed naked girls kissing and licking each other's boobies, and never really showed what it was like when they went all the way.
Eugenie calmed down a bit. She still breathed hard, but she wasn't so frantic.
She pressed the mounds of her breasts against my titties.
My nipples jutted like pencil erasers from my plum-sized titties. Eugenie pressed her palms to my face, kissing my mcuth between them.
She finally took her mouth off mine. Her lips were wet; wetness shone around her mouth. Her eyes shone.
"Sweet," she murmured, "so sweet ... "
She kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose. I closed my eyes, and she planted little kisses on their lids.
My head tilted back. Eugenie kissed my neck, licked it. Her hand reached for the top button of my blouse.
She opened my blouse down to the middle. My titties were fitted into the white cotton cups of a thin, summery bra, a bra worn more for the sake of modesty than support, since my small titties were so high and firm that they needed no support.
Eugenie slid her hand inside the top of my blouse, looking in my eyes. She stroked the tender tops of my titties.
She opened the blouse down to where it was tucked into the top of my skirt, peeling back the fabric folds.
She took hold of my titties, softly kneading them like they were small furry little creatures requiring delicate handling.
Her fingers slipped inside a bra cup, contacting bare flesh.
Excitement pierced me, reaching all the way down into my pussy. I felt hot, feverish. Sweat beaded my forehead.
Her fingers felt for my nipple, found, tweaked it.
I moaned some more.
Keeping one hand on my titty, her other hand drifted down to my thighs, stroking them through my skirt, rubbing them.
The skirt rose up as she stroked, climbing higher and higher, baring my white thin thighs up to the leg openings of my panties.
It was very still in the room. Her breathing and mine sounded hoarse, rasping.
Her hand drifted between my legs--
"Girls! Girls! Where are you!"
I jumped. It was one of the maid's, the big buxom one named Tilda, and she was on this floor, calling for us.
"Merde!" Eugenie cursed, her foxy face stamped with strong passions, anger, frustration.
She jumped up. Guiltily I straightened up, trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons of my blouse.
Tilda was going down the hall, opening doors and looking into them to see if we were there.
Eugenie darted to the door, opened it, stuck her head in the hall.
"What is it?! " she demanded, in a tone that was peeved.
"Dinnertime!" Tilda called.
"We'll be right down!" she said, then, sticking her head back into the room, muttered to me:
"Damn! That cow would have to come along just now!"
"We'd better go,' I quavered. "Better fix your blouse first." "Huh?"
"You buttoned it wrong," she said.
Sure enough, I had. My blouse was disarrayed, and I'm sure I looked guilty as hell, too not to mention disappointed.
Whatever was going to happen between Eugenie and me would have to happen later, after dinner.
Which it did.
PART THREE
You never saw anybody get undressed and ready for bed faster than Eugenie and I did that night.
We wasted no time. Or, rather, Eugenie wasted no time in getting us both ready. She lead, and I followed. That burst of boldness which made kiss Eugenie with my mouth open, had deserted me, and I'd returned to my usual passive self. But I liked it that way. I was content to drift along on the current, letting Eugenie carry me where she liked, no matter where that might be.
She lived like a little princess. Well, so did I, to be honest-I was especially pampered by my parents. Eugenie was equally pampered, but her folks had more money, and that high-living European style, so she lived imagine.
Her room was like a room in a palace. It was maybe too imagine for my tastes. But what a beautiful bed!
"Like it?"
"I love it!" I said, running my fingers over the head of it.
"It's antique," Eugenie said proudly, standing with her hands held behind her back, rocking a little on her heels.
The bed frame was made of some pale green metal, a huge bed with a tall and imagine headstand and footstand. It was all ornate grillework and little curlicues and pieces of thin metal exquisitely shaped and curved in flower forms, green metal shaped like tendrils, leaves, vines, and so forth. What you would call Art Nouveau style. It was beautiful.
"Let's put on our nighties now," she said.
"All right."
Eugenie skipped to the door and locked it. When she came back to me, her eyes were merry, swimming with mischief.
And other, deeper emotions ... urges.
(I wonder how I looked to her?)
Surely she wanted to look, for she said:
"Only I have a way to make it more of a game," she said. "I'll undress you, and you undress me!" "Okay."
"I go first," she said quickly. "But this, first."
She turned on the radio, set to a pop music station. "It will cover what we say ... not that we have to worry.
"Father is away. And now that we've said our goodnights to Maman, she won't bother us for the rest of the night!"
Eugenie snickered. "She'll be too busy with her lover!"
"Eugenie! What a thing to say about your mother!"
"Why shouldn't I say it?" she challenged. "It's true! She does have a lover! Shall I tell you a secret?"
I shrugged. "If you like ... "
"Maman's lover is a woman!"
"No!" I gasped, scandalized, delighted.
"That servant, the maid Ingrid? Who served dinner tonight-you saw her, Rebecca. How could you miss her?"
"The blonde? The young one?"
"Yes, that's she!"
"She's very lovely, but what about her?" Impatiently Eugenie rolled her eyes in exasperation with my naivete.
"That's my mother's lover Ingrid!"
"No!"
"Oh, yes. Maman's quite mad for Ingrid. I know. Once she gets that blonde in her bed, neither of them will set foot outside it for the rest of the night!"
"But your mother-how can she-I mean, who else knows-"
"Tilda knows."
Tilda was the heavyset, buxom middle aged servant the one who had interrupted whatever had been going on between Eugenie and me.
"Tilda won't tell. All our servants are discreet. Besides, sometimes she's with Ingrid, too.
"But Tilda's really mad about me. She desires me." Eugenie struck some poses while she talked, making like she was a temptress, which she was.
"She's always looking at me. Last week, she walked into the bathroom without knocking. She pretended she didn't know I was in there."
"Why didn't you lock the door?"
"I forgot," she shrugged. Then smiled. "Forgot on purpose! I like to tease Tilda and get her all hot and bothered."
"like you did with me."
"Oh, no." She shook her head. "Not like that at all! You'll see! . . .Anyway, Tilda is a terrible snoop, but with the radio playing, she won't be able to overhear us!
"I'd like to snoop on HER!" Eugenie said. "We could watch her and Ingrid!"
I would rather have watched Maman, her mother, and Ingrid. Maman was very lovely, very French, poised, cultured, elegant, lovely.
"Don't you want to?" Eugenie asked. "Watch them, I mean?"
"I guess ... "
She looked at my face, smiled. "Of course, watching is very nice, but not so nice as doing, eh?"
"Let's get into our nighties." "Let's! But remember, I get to undress you first!"
"I haven't forgotten," I said. "Will you kiss me?"
"But of course!"
"like before? When we were upstairs?"
"Better than that!" she declared. "I'll kiss you in ways and places that you didn't know could be kissed!"
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"My, my! Now you are so eager, when before, you were so timid! What happened?"
"Must be that wine we had at dinner."
Wine was automatically served at meals, in this household, served to Eugenie and me. I almost never had wine never at home-but I drank it here, all the same. It made me just a wee bit tipsy.
"Well, then," Eugenie said, moving to me.
She stood facing me. At that age, I wore my hair very, very long, so it reached almost to my waist. But I had it all pinned up, at the top of my head, so it would be cool and out of the way in this warm sticky weather.
Eugenie made like she was going to unbutton my blouse-
Instead, she pressed her palms to my chest, against my titties. She held her hands there until I felt the warmth of her palms through my blouse and bra.
My nipples tingled. Heat rose in my face.
Eugenie tilted her head forward, looking up at me, as she rubbed my titties, her palms massaging slow circles on them, feeling me through the blouse.
She opened my blouse, pulled it out of my skirt, pulled it off.
"Turn around, Rebecca."
Her hands on my hips moved me so my back faced her. I wanted to look over my shoulder at her, but I was too timid.
Her breath tingled on the back of my neck.
"That tickles!" I tee-heed.
She kissed the back of my neck.
Shivers shot up and down my spine.
Her hands slid on my shoulders, down my back. I shivered some more. She unhooked the back of the bra, its strap coming undone.
She slid the straps off my shoulders, down to my arms.
Then she embraced me from behind.
Her body was warm, round, supple. Her breasts pressed my bare back. She circled her arms around me.
Her hands fastened on my titties, pressing, rubbing, stroking them. The soft bra cups were pulled off my titties.
Her fingers excited my stiff nipples. Putting her ear up close to my mouth, her breath making me squirm, she murmured:
"You like this game?"
"Oui."
She chuckled. I caught my breath when her fine white teeth nipped my ear lobe. She stuck her tongue in my ear.
It felt like an electric current. I jumped.
Eugenie turned me back around. I crossed my arms over my titties, coyly covering the nipples.
She pulled my arms down to my sides. "That's better!"
She bowed her head to kiss my stiff nipples, one after the other.
I wanted her do some more of that, but she stood up straight again.
"No fair!" I said. "You've got too dressed!"
"You want to take off some of my clothes, hmmmm?"
"Well, fair's fair," I said. "Okay!"
She smiled as I reached for her. My hands shook and I wished they wouldn't. With a sweatshirt, she had no buttons, snaps, or stays to undo.
Eugenie took hold of my wrists.
"Chicken?" I teased.
She pulled my hands to her, placing them on her breasts. Through fabric I felt the mounds shifting, jiggling.
Jutting from them were a pair of stiff throbbing points that were nipples.
Eugenie held my hands to her, moving them as she'd like to be touched by me. When she let go, I kept on rubbing.
I peeled her sweatshirt off.
As the sweatshirt's red hem rolled up her body, her tawny skin flashed into view, then her brown-nippled breasts. Her breasts were fuller, rounder, but just as firm as my own.
She held her arms up over her head and the sweatshirt got turned inside out before it got pulled off her.
She stood facing me, hands on her hips, breasts bobbing. Leaning, she touched her breasts to mine.
I gasped from the contact.
"Now, I go!" she said.
Instead of taking off my skirt, she sat me down on the edge of her bed. Its mattress was firm, springy ... like her breasts.
Eugenie knelt on the floor at my feet.
"Ar e you trying to look up my skirt?" I asked.
She took hold of one of my feet, cradling its red shoe in her palms. First, she took off my shoes.
She placed them neatly side to side under the bed. Then she rolled down my knee socks, stroking my legs.
She placed the rolled knee socks inside the red shoes. She stood up, took my hands, helped me stand up.
My skirt was held in place by an elastic waist. All she had to do was pull the skirt down off my hips. The elastic stretched, the skirt went down, falling at my feet.
She put one hand on my rear, one on my crotch, and pressed her lips to mine. We kissed, her tongue filling my mouth.
Through my panties, she rubbed my bottom.
Then her other hand felt my crotch through the panties.
THAT rubbing got to me in a hurry.
I felt like I was dizzy, having a fainting spell, a fever, as Eugenie's fingers cunningly worked between my legs.
Wetness blossomed inside me, flowering hotly. I was wet, and some of the juices were oozing into the panties.
I was embarrassed that she would think I was wetting myself, or something, but, oh, no
She knew what it was.
She pushed her hand inside my panties and felt my bottom. Then she pulled my panties down. They fell at my ankles.
"Ooh-la-la!" she murmured.
She pushed me backward and I landed on my bottom, bouncing on the bed, while she pulled my skirt and panties off my ankles.
Then I sat naked on her bed.
"You are so lovely," she said, sitting down beside me.
"Wait! Take off your pants-"
"Later," she said. "Kisses now!"
Her mouth fastened on mine. She eased me back and went along with me so that we both lay across the bed.
Still kissing me, she put her hand between my thighs, opening me.
My pussy ached for caresses, for--. . .what?
She rubbed me between the legs. The more she rubbed, the hotter and dizzier I got, until I was in a feverish daze.
I was dripping wet. It-my juices, the wetness coated her fingers as they squirmed, ubbed, wriggled on my pussy.
I rocked my hips, grinding my pussy into rier fondling fingers.
She fingered me until I came.
Her mouth clamped down on mine stifled my cries of passion.
Yes, at home, in bed at night, I'd played with my pussy and made myself come. But nice as it was, it was nothing like this!
Because it wasn't me playing with myself, it was Eugenie.
Some "playing!" She knew my body's desires better than I knew them. With supernatural instinct, her fingers always touched me right where and how I wanted, ached, to be touched.
When she fingered me to climax, I was rocked.
I was ready to do anything she wanted--anything!
. . .She sat up. Wetness glimmered on her fingers when she held them up to her mouth. Then, sticking out her long tongue, she lovingly licked the fingers, watching me through them.
She stripped off her jeans, her breasts jiggling as she shimmied her hips from side to side, tugging at the tops of the open jeans, squirming out of them.
A pair of black lace panties, bikini style, PART FOUR
"Aren't you going to turn out the light?" I asked.
(A small lamp sat on the night table, shedding soft watery yellow light which pressed feebly at the shadows around the bed, but kept the bed itself in a kind of warm golden haze.
"I like-love to look at you," she said.
I sat up in bed, not feeling at all tired. Right after I climaxed, earlier, I felt sleepy, but it passed very quickly, that sleepiness.
"You look so sexy!" I said.
"I'm glad you like my nightie!"
She was pleased by my admiration. She wore a black baby doll nightie, made of thin gauzy silky see-through fabric. Her breasts fitted into its lace cups, showing the tops of her tits and some cleavage. Her nipples were outlined as small round pebbles pressing the lace cups. The nightie's hem was iace, too, and swirled around the tops of her thighs. A very short-short nightie. Completing her outfit was her black lace panties.
"That's so sexy!" I said. "My mother would flip out if she ever saw me wearing one of those!"
Eugenie shrugged. "We are French ... " "Very!"
"I like your little outfit, Rebecca!"
This thing?" I wore a onepiece short-sleeved nightie, a pretty white satin slip, that reached down to the tops of rry knees.
"I feel corny compared to what you're wearing!"
"No, no!" she protested. "I like it very much! It is just like you sweet!"
"I'd rather be sexy like you!"
"Sweet is sexy," she said. "You're very sexy to me!"
"Well ... what are you going to do about it?" "That's why we are in bed," she said. She rolled on her side, facing me, her breasts sliding and shifting in their cups, her curve of her hip swelling out.
I turned on my side, facing her.
She rolled me on my back and mounted me and locked her mouth to mine. We made out for a while.
I liked the warm weight of her body on mine, pressing me into the mattress. I loved her tongue, licking, tasting me.
Once more, her teasings got me all hot and bothered.
I closed my eyes, face turned up, as she pressed kisses all over it. Her lips moved over the line of my neck.
She rolled off me, sat me up, lifted the slip's straps off my shoulders. I pulled my arms out of the straps. She freed the cups from my titties.
She put her hands, then her mouth, on my titties.
I timidly reached under her to fondle her globes of her tits, wrapped in black lace, and bare at the tops.
She kissed, licked my titties. I made many small soft moans. I got dizzier and the hot room seemed to whirl.
She started easing me down on my back, had a second thought, sat me up straight, her hands moving for the top of my head.
I rubbed my face into her breasts, their smooth warm tops, tried to mouth the nipples through their lace cups.
She pulled fastening pins from the top of my head, where my long hair was all pinned up.
A long black snake of hair fell down over my shoulder and down my back.
"Eugenie, what are you doing?! "
"Letting your hair down!"
"Oh, but it's so much trouble "
She put a finger across my lips.
"Shhhhh. You have beautiful hair and I want to see it all free and loose!"
It took a little time for her to pull all the pins out. They madetiny rattling sounds as she dropped them on the night table.
I had my hair undone. It was the longest I'v e ever worn it, at that time, or since, and it reached nearly to my waist. I put my hands under the mane and tossed my head to shake it out.
The hair was straight, silken, glossy black, and it hung like a curtain, parted down the middle of my scalp, with my pale oval face half-hidden by it, twin red dots of color burning in my cheeks.
And the hair, oh, my! it fell over my titties and down my back in a shimmering black curtain.
"What beautiful hair!" Eugenie admired. She sifted strands of it caressingly through her hands, holding it up to her nose, inhaling.
"Even your hair smells sweet!" she said. "How lovely you look! Just like a little nymph!"
"Do you really like it? It's such a bother to keep it long, and I've thought of cutting it-"
"No! You must never cut it! I love it like this! You look so young and pretty and feminine and "
"Sweet?"
"Oh, yes, you are sweet! The parts of you that I've tasted-and the parts of you that I haven't-all sweet!"
I blushed.
She tasted.
Sitting cross-legged in bed, waiting until I watched her closely, Eugenie teasingly slipped fingers under the straps of her nightie. Her tawny flesh peeked out between gauzy panels.
She slipped out of the shoulder straps, freed her breasts from black lace bra cups, baring them.
She eased me down on my back, so I lay on a blanket of my own hair. She lay down on her side, beside me.
Her stiff nipples made my mouth pucker up in anticipation.
She rubbed her breasts against my face. I kissed, licked them.
Wetness smeared on her breasts, my mouth.
In the yellow lamplight, her skin looked like a rich golden color.
Her nipple throbbed against my sucking lips.
After both her nipples had been well sucked by me, she pulled her breasts away from my face.
"Oh!" I sighed. "This is so wonderful!"
"It get's better," she said.
She crawled on the bed, gauzy fabric streaming, bare stiff-nippled tits dangling, bottom jiggling in her panties.
She stroked my legs, working the hem of my slip up my thighs.
"No panties?" she said.
I was naked under the slip. She rolled the slip up to my waist. It formed a band of satin circling my midriff, with my boobies and pussy bared.
She took hold of my legs and spread them and knelt between them.
"What-what are you going to do?! "
"Kiss you all over," she said. "Taste your sweetest parts!"
"You're not going to kiss me down there--are you!? "
"No! I'm going to do much more than kiss you."
Her smile was a hungry one. I was anxious, squirming, thrilled. Uneasily I propped myself up on my elbows.
Her head dipped toward my crotch. "Please, Eugenie! You-you won't hurt me-will you?!..." My voice trailed off lamely. "Hurt you?! Don't be silly, Rebecca!" "I'm sorry," I said. "I know I'm being silly. It's just that I, I never did anything like this, not ever-"
(In fact, I was a little unsure of just what she was going to do.) "Trust me," she said. "I trust you."
She eased me down on the bed and I stayed there.
"Hurt you?! " she scoffed. "I'll make you feel so good, that it'll hurt when I stop!
"But you don't have to worry, cherie," she said, stroking the insides of my thighs, "I won't stop for a long, long time!"
She dipped her head down. My sensitive pussy lips quivered under her hot breath. When her lips kissed my pussy lips, I gasped.
More gasps came from me as she kissed her way up and down my pussy. Her kisses really made my juices flow.
Still, kisses were child's-play, compared to what her tongue did to me.
When Eugenie's tongue made its first licking pass over my pussy lips, I discovered what pleasure really was.
She licked me some more.
I got so excited, that she had to stop to tell me not to cry out so loudly, for the sake of discretion.
"I can't help it!" I gasped. "It feels so good!"
"Bite on a pillow before you get too loud!" she said, adding, "Not that I blame you!" She buried her face in my crotch.
I floated off.
Somewhere, distantly down between my legs, Eugenie's brown-haired head bobbed, each bob sliding her tongue over my pussy lips.
My hips tilted, pushing my crotch to meet her tongue.
I was unsure of what she would do. My pussy hungered for a tongue in it.
Would she put her tongue inside me? Or just lick the lips? You see, I didn't know how such things were done.
I found out.
Her tongue tip parted my petal-like pussy lips and slipped into the slot, trailing the tongue tip up and down it.
Then she plunged her tongue in me.
I cried out, and she hissed at me not to be so loud. I stuck the edge of my hand into my mouth, to muffle my cries. It helped.
She rubbed my thighs, hips, belly as she went down on me. Then her hands crept up from my bush, across my belly.
They fastened on my titties, one on each, squeezing them in time to the thrusts of her tongue, playing with the nipples.
I rolled my hips, pushing my pussy into her mouth.
When she pulled her tongue out of me, I cried out in frustration-
How cruel of her to get me heated up to this pitch of moaning excitement, and then just leave me hanging there!
I needn't have worried.
She took her tongue out of my slit, only so she could use it on my clitoris.
Good thing that my hand was wedged between my jaws, for when her tongue first probed my clit, I got vocal. But the hand helped muffle it.
Her tongue flickered over my clitoris. The bed rocked, tilted. The room whirled. My head spun faster and faster-
Then the whole crazy merry-go-round of colors and lights and sounds burst apart and I came.
. . .When, later, I finally took my hand out of it, the imprints of my teeth, uppers and lowers, marked the flesh, and it took some time before they faded. I was surprised only that they hadn't broken the skin, I had bitten down so hard when I came to stifle my shriek of pleasure.
And then we both stripped off our damp lingerie, and were naked.
I begged her to teach me how to pleasure her. I longed to do something to give her even a fraction of the pleasure she'd given me.
The act was simplicity itself.
Eugenie propped some pillows up behind her back, cushioning it from the ornate metal headstand, as she sat up in bed.
Sat naked with her legs raised, bent at the knees, knees spread to the sides, strong shapely thighs spread.
Holding my face inches from her steamy pussy, I studied it:
Her rounded mound-her bush, a mossy tangle of soft brown curls, soft as the softest fur-the sweet thick scent of her sex her pussy lips, not so long as mine, but thicker, fuller, meatier ...
I studied it first with my eyes, then with my mouth.
I wasn't afraid to get wet, either.
Eugenie was very juicy. Her juices smeared on my face. The pungent scent of her clung to them, to me-I loved it!
I licked her pussy lips like a little girl licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, a candy cane at Christmas.
My hair was all pushed back over my shoulders, spilling on her hips, thighs, the bed I wished it was still pinned up, and out of the way.
She liked that long hair, though. She pulled a strand so it reached across her chest, and tickled her fat throbbing nipples with the tip.
She pushed my face a bit more forcefully into her sex, her pussy lips and smeared my face with bright hot shiny pinkness. I put my tongue into it. Eugenie was a dripping spice-box. Her tight pussy hugged my tongue as I licked and lapped. Her hands guided my head to find a pleasing pace. I licked her long.
Her clitoris was a sassy little nugget of flesh. I learned to be careful not to lick that sensitive button too hard.
I licked her till she came.
Later was best, when we were tired and sleepy with every bit of our bodies glowing with pleasure.
I got on my back and Eugenie got on top of me.
My hair was pulled into one long fat ponytail, placed out of the way of Eugenie's knees when she planted them on either side of my face.
She faced my crotch. Then sat on my face.
First, though, I looked up at her furry bush, darkly glowing pussy lips, the plump soft moons of her ass.
The soft inner thighs hugged my head on either side, while her pussy filled my vision and then engulfed my mouth.
Eugenie squirmed happily when I put my tongue in her.
She sat upright on my face for a while, riding my mouth. Then she leaned forward. Her crotch pressed even more tightly to my mouth.
Her head dipped down to my pussy. She stretched out on top of me, hugging me, her tits pressing my belly, her head locked between my thighs.
When I did her while she did me-
That was best!
(The next year, her father was transferred by his ministry to a post in South America. Eugenie went with her family. I never saw her again. I'll never forget her.)
She schooled me in all-female pleasures, and gave me an appetite for them that I've never gotten over-
Not that I wanted to!
Monica knew my secret desires, because she was like me. "Takes one to know one," as they say.
PART FIVE
Vance put Monica to work on me, warming me up. When I was warmed up enough, he stepped in and took over.
We three were in their bedroom.
I'd been in this bed before, with Monica, during some of our steamy passion sessions by day and night.
Not that we always used the bedroom, or the bed. She thrived on spontaneity and I thrilled to it. We did it in just about every room in the house, including her daughter's room.
In the den, the living room (as you've seen), the basement. Once, early in the evening when we were alone in the house and it was nice and dark, we went out and did it on the patio, naked in the backyard darkness.
But no matter where we did it, it'd always been Monica and me.
Now there was a third party.
I won't bother to describe the scene following Vance's discovery of us. I was terrified and Monica was shocked.
There were tears, angry words, threats--from Monica and me. We were close to hysteria, but Vance was cool and calm.
Why not?
He held all the cards.
He didn't shout, or bluster, or even scowl. He said he was frankly delighted by the vision of "a pair of beauties" as he called us-making love.
Delighted and stimulated.
Somehow, I knew where this all was leading.
To the bedroom.
Vance told me that I could keep on going (and coming) on with my affair with Monica for as long as we liked.
Far from detesting it, he was immensely pleased by it. But of course, there was one catch, like there always is.
He would join in from time to time.
"Is that what all this is about?! " he demanded. "You want to fuck me?! "
"Well, yes," he admitted.
Monica took it rather well. She was the dominant with me, but very docile to her husband-at least then.
Her arm around my waist, the two of us standing off in a corner, she urgently whispered:
"After all, it's not the worst thing in the world! And if I have Vance's permission, we can be together lots more!
"Otherwise, we'll have to break it off. I could never go against Vance."
"And me?"
"We'll be together!" she said. "Besides-Vance could do you and Mark a lot of good."
"I wish you'd tell me how!" I said.
"Are you kidding? Vance is in with all the powers in town! He gets in on a lot of stock options and deals, and you and Mark can get in on them, too! And Vance is an invaluable business connection.
"Social connection, too. With his approval, every door in the community will open to you!
"Every exclusive private club-the chicest parties the clubs and groups and in-crowds!"
Monica's voice was a honeyed whisper, words rushing, streaming.
"Plus, it works the other way, too, honey.
"If Vance wants to be a bastard, he can freeze you and your husband right out of the picture in this town!
"Besides," she concluded, "for a man, he's a damned good lay!"
We were closeted in a corner of the living room. Vance sat down at the other end, smiling pleasantly, letting us talk our little talk. He didn't even try to listen. We could whisper as long as we liked.
But when it was done, I'd have to chose.
Monica's heart-shaped face was red-tinged, her eyes glowing, her color high. She seemed as sexed up as ever I'd seen her.
She pressed her breasts against me their nipples throbbed with stiffness.
"It might be a real kick, too, for us to have a man watching," she said. "That could be a real turn-on!"
Covertly I inspected Vance.
He was an attractive man, tall, fit, athletic. Thick dark hair, neatly trimmed, formed a small widow's peak over his square-shaped, tanned, clean shaven face. He wore a sportshirt, slacks, loafers.
"Can I ask you a question, honey?"
"Why not?" I sighed.
"How's Mark? In bed, I mean?"
"Monica, you ask the damnedest things!"
"This's no time to be coy. Well?"
"So-so," I answered honestly. "Nothing special."
"Vance is, uh, not bad. Pretty good, in fact!"
"Is that supposed to turn me on?" "It might, if you give it a chance. Remember, I've had men and women both-" "So have I."
"And I'm a pretty good judge of both," she said. "And Vance is good! I mean, we both could have some fun and kicks with this!
"Well, what do you say?" she asked me.
"I don't know ... "
"Please, Rebecca! If you say no, I can keep it cool. Vance won't tell Mark, or try to hang one on you for not coming across!
"But we won't ever be able to be together, unless you agree!"
I kept my face blank, but I'd already made up my mind. Not knowing that, Monica pressed my face in her palms.
Holding her face inches from it, she pleaded:
"Rebecca, you have so much potential--you can go so far, you and Mark both! There's more riding on this than you might think!
"Please trust me, Rebecca, and say yes!"
"I trusted you when you said Vance wasn't going to be home today," I reminded her. Her face fell.
"But I'll tell you something else, Monica:
"Men don't mean much to me either way. No man ever excited me like a woman can. But getting fucked by a man doesn't mean much to me, so I don't care if I do or don't. But since your man wants me ...
"Yes?! "
"I'll, uh, play ball ... because I want you!"
Monica pressed my face with kisses. When she stopped to catch her breath, she caressed me instead.
I was wary of Vance watching his wife caress me. His face was blandly pleasant.
Monica escorted me to her man, her arm around my waist, holding, guiding, leading me.
PART SIX
Vance was smart-he put Monica to work on me before he stepped into the picture. Plus, he just plain liked to watch.
I lay in their bed, on my back, with Monica between my legs.
At the bed's head was a dark polished headboard of reddish-brown wood. It was plank-shaped, with a pair of posts, one at each corner, supporting it, raising it so the base of the board began a foot above the mattress.
My arms were folded back, hands clutching the underside of the board. My knuckles were white from how tight I was holding on.
Monica set me up. When we went in the bedroom, Vance put the two of us together, so he could watch our loving.
Monica was as impassioned as ever I'd seen her. This little menage turned her on, no doubt about that!
She crouched between my spread legs, her own legs folded, mouth fastened to my pussy, pleasuring me.
She worked as hard and as skillfully as ever I'd known her to work. She called on every trick, oral and otherwise, to excite me.
Which she did!
Inhibitions-morals-shame and guilt-all those emotions were swept away in a flood of purely physical desire.
Monica massaged my clitoris, lipping, tonguing it.
Each time I started approaching the final cycle that would make me climax, Monica pulled back, slacked off.
She was teasing. Getting me worked up to a frenzy, then pulling back and slowing down, while I writhed with passion.
Then she'd let me simmer, just long enough to take off the hard, driving edge, before I came.
She wouldn't let me cool off, either. She pulled back to keep me from boiling over, but she kept me simmering.
My eyes were closed. Sweat poured from me, soaking the sheets. I rocked my pussy into her face. Her tongue lapped.
Again, she worked me to the edge of orgasm.
This time would be the time I would go over. Only a few more strokes. I worked for it, too.
I clenched my ass cheeks and threw my pussy up into her mouth--
Which detached from my pussy. I moaned, frustrated.
I lifted my ass off the mattress and gyrated my hips, waving my pussy down in front of Monica's face.
I heard her hard breathing. But she didn't put her mouth back on.
This time, I was really worked up, since it was the third time I'd been taken to the edge, only to be pulled back.
Third time's the charm, so they say.
It was for Vance. For this time, instead of Monica going back to work, she got out from between my legs, off the bed.
My eyes opened.
Vance stood at the bedside, naked, hard.
His ruggedly handsome head topped off a manly physique. Broad shoulders, square straight torso, flat firm gut, muscular hips. Patches of thick, curly black hair showed on shoulders, chest, belly.
Thickest, darkest, hairiest of all was his bush, a tangled thicket bearding his stiff cock and swollen balls.
His penis was long, stiff, straight, jutting horizontally from his hips.
Monica still knelt on the bed.
Moaning, I waved my pussy some more.
Vance caressed Monica's head, hand smoothing down her bronze-blonde hair against her scalp. She shivered from his caresses.
She leaned into him as she sat on her knees, pushing her face into his hard-on.
His cock was nuzzled by her, pushing her face this way and that against it.
Her mouth fastened on his cock head, kissing it.
His circumcised cock was a long, thick dart with a wide wedge-shaped head. It glowed a dark dusky reddish color.
Monica opened her mouth and he put his cock in it.
"Make it good and wet," he said, "for Rebecca."
Monica closed her eyes, lashes fluttering, pushing her lips down his cock, taking its full length in her mouth.
Her head bobbed as she juicily sucked and slurped, working up a mass of saliva and coating his cock with it.
Vance only kept his cock in her mouth for a few strokes, just long enough to get it coated and covered with saliva.
Then he pulled out of her, cock popping free.
Saliva shone on his bobbing, jerking cock, which glowed a deeper, darker red than it had before he put it in her mouth.
And now he would put it in--
Me!
His hand caressed her smooth shoulder, then patted it, silently signaling Monica to make way for her man.
It was kind of raw, the way Vance had trapped me into this, but it wasn't the end of the world.
After all, it wasn't exactly like I was a virgin!
I'm a married woman, and every now and then, when Mark gets the urge, I spread for him and he climbs on top of me.
Not that I ever find his loving, or that of any male, too thrilling. Given my druthers, I'll take woman-love any time.
But I sure was worked up now, squirming at the point where I didn't much care what got me off, be it male, female, or whatever.
Vance patted his wife's fanny as Monica got off the bed.
He mounted the bed, mounted me.
Through slitted eyes I looked at him, at his rod.
It was a fat thick peg of flesh, one which jumped and jerked, glistening with the juicy saliva smeared there by Monica's mouth.
Just as most of the wetness on my crotch was courtesy of Monica's juicy mouth ... some wetness came from my own juices, too.
Vance lowered himself down on me.
On hands and knees, he crouched over my spread limbs, his stiff cock jutting down, head tilted, I shut my eyes.
Vance wasted no time on preliminaries. I was squirming with lust, aching for fulfillment, and he moved right in.
Cleverly he'd put Monica to work on me, steaming me up to the boiling point. Now that I was ready to explode, he moved in.
His knees were between my spread thighs. He lowered.
Something warm, fleshy, a knobbed ball, pressed my pussy-
His cock head.
It pressed my sensitive pussy lips, dipping between them, parting them, digging deeper, entering me.
I was wet, ripe, dripping between the legs.
His penis entered me-I gasped-he fed some more to me.
My hands held more tightly to the headboard as I was entered, penetrated.
He was thick. His cock was a rod, a hot throbbing engine, stretching me. He was big between the legs, and I was small.
Luckily I was well lubricated by his wife.
He stretched out on top of me. He gasped, too.
His hard chest pressed my breasts, flattening them, with soft flesh oozing out to the sides.
His weight pressed me deeper into the mattress. His hips squirmed, cock burrowing deeper into me.
I was filled.
His hands fastened on my face, his mouth fastened on my lips. He put his tongue in my mouth and tasted.
As he worked his penis in me, his tongue thrust in my mouth, as well.
He started with slow, deep strokes.
I moved with him. I was already excited from what Monica had done.
Earlier, I'd squirmed from the touch of lips and tongue directly on the most sensitive part of my body--
My clit.
Now, the pumping action was in my pussy, with my ultra-sensitive clit occasionally flaring into fire when his cock shaft pressed it from his contortions.
He kissed and thrust.
Vance moved his mouth down from mine. His head moved to my breasts.
He nuzzled them. He had beard shadow and his face roughly rubbed my tender tits and their stiff nipples.
He kissed, licked my tits, stuffed a nipple in his mouth, sucking it as he fucked me, tonguing it.
His flesh sweated. His tight-clenched ass raised and shook as he threw stroke after stroke into me.
Sweat made his flesh cling to mine. The bed creaked from the action.
Vance freed one nipple from his mouth, only to fasten on the other. He sucked that one, too.
His hands glided up and down my sweaty sides, stroking, sleekly caressing. He rubbed hips, thighs.
His hand slid under me, between the mattress and my ass. He cupped a cheek in his palm, squeezing it.
For a while, he grabbed my ass while he fucked my pussy.
Then he moved in bed.
Keeping his cock planted in me, he held my hips and gathered his legs under him, getting on his knees.
His hands under me lifted my lower body off the bed. He moved my sweaty thighs so they locked around his middle.
He told me to lock my legs around his middle.
I crossed my ankles. My thighs hugged his sweaty flanks, while his red rod was partially planted in my slit.
My bottom was raised off the sweat-soaked mattress, while my body above it lay flat. My arms lay folded on the bed, hands close by my head.
Vance grabbed my ass, fondling my buns while he fucked me.
Motion near me made me open my eyes.
Monica mounted the bed, up at the head of it, lewdly grinning down at me.
She swung her legs up on the bed and planted her knees on either side of my face as she straddled my head, facing Vance.
Poised above, at the junction of her creamy sweat-shiny pink thighs, were her ruddy sexlips and her coppery fluffy bush.
I reached up, held her hips.
My hands moved to the rear, fastening on her plump pale pink buttocks, feeling their wonderful springiness and fullness.
I squeezed, kneaded the cheeks.
Pulling Monica down to me ...
She squatted. Her crotch zoomed toward me, sight of it blotting out all else--
It halted some inches above my face. Monica squatted with her hands on her hips and her crotch poised over my face.
Vance kept plowing my pussy with his cock. I moaned.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah ... "
Monica kissed my lips with her sex lips. She sat on my face.
Her sex lips splurged on my mouth, spreading under her own warm soft buttery weight, pussy lips rolling back.
Exposing dripping pink membranes which engulfed my mouth.
"Mmmmmmph!"
She squirmed, smearing my already slippery face with a mass of her own hot juices. And they were steaming!
Monica was MOST turned-on by this threesome!
She stopped her squirmings, settling into a purposeful rhythm . '
Tremors rippled through her when my tongue lanced up into her, entering her. She oohed and aahed as she squirmed on my tongue.
I licked, lapped, swallowed ... lapped some more.
I was being used at both ends, Vance at my pussy, Monica riding my mouth.
Electricity crackled through me when Vance fingered my clitoris as he kept on plowing his cock into me.
His cock was a thick limber snake of flesh slithering back and forth in the stretched steamy crawl hole of my cunt.
Monica must have fingered herself while watching her man fuck me, for she was rich with juices the instant her cunt covered my mouth.
My lickings and lapping only ripened the thick, soupy brew.
Wetness greased my face and her thighs and she slid back and forth on my mouth and chin as I mouthed her.
Vance pumped.
His fingertips, fluttering around the pearl of my clit, more and more often pressed it forcefully. In very short segments, since I was so sensitive and sexed up, too strong or prolonged a clitoral touch would have bucked me right off the bed. Vance built up.
All the while keeping that fat cock plowing me.
Who came first, him or me?
I think it was him, by a fraction of a second. He'd massaged my clit so I'd come right about when he did.
He shoved his cock deep, plunging it to the pit of my pussy, and this time he didn't pull back, but stayed in.
My ass rested on the tops of his thighs while his cock strained in me.
His cock bucked, recoiled.
A wad of thick wetness spurted in me.
His cock jerked-another spurt. Masses of creamy come.
His fingertip pressed down on me like a telegrapher sending Morse code.
I wetly exploded.
I went rigid, my limbs were like rock, live pink rock. My legs squeezed Vance's torso. My cunt squeezed his coming cock.
My ass cheeks went tight, hard. My cunt squeezed his cock.
I was electrified.
I cried out. My cries rippled through Monica's cunt, covering my face.
My cunt milked his cock, squeezing it, drawing more come from it. The cock sizzled like a lightning rod in me.
My orgasm left me like a piece of wet laundry, wrung out and left hanging on the line to dry.
Monica was thoughtful. She waited at least two seconds after I stopped coming and slumped in a mass of glowing flesh on the mattress, before demandingly pressing her pussy against my mouth to signal me that she, too, was hot and anxious to come, to reach orgasmic release.
No more come spurted from Vance's cock, but the rod kept on jerking and twitching inside me, thrashing fitfully.
Monica tilted her crotch so my tongue could reach her clitoris.
Her clit throbbed, flashing like a red alert.
My tongue licked it to the melting point.
And then she was electrified on top of me, shuddering with the force of a climax which left her shaking, breathless.
I felt like I simmered in a steam bath, with all that hot hard-breathing flesh pressing mine, bodies male and female.
Monica's lower body remained with crotch clamped to my mouth, while her upper body twisted and turned in squirming orgasm.
We three came.
We rested ... not for long.
ADULTERY
The swap meet simmered into an orgy.
So far, the couples were divided two by two. But from the looks of things, it wouldn't be too long before the couples came together in threesomes and foursomes and then a full-blown group grope.
The setting?
Clark and Grace's playroom den, in the underground-too imagine to call it a basement underground level of their fine home.
Time:
Saturday night, last Saturday of the month. Our little group always met on the last
Saturday of the month. The players:
Clark and Grace, Wade and Linda, Monica and Vance, Rebecca and Mark (our newest members; they'd only been with the group for a few months), my husband Irv and myself.
And who am I?
I'm Norma. I'm a career woman, wife, mother-and not in that order, necessarily. Most of all, I'm a sensualist.
I'm in my middle forties, the oldest female member of the group. Although Grace is only some six months my junior.
Irv and I were half of the original foursome which founded this group. The other two were Wade and Linda.
That was more years ago than I care to remember, when my kids were still toddlers, and we'd only recently moved to this dream neighborhood.
Even a dream can get boring when repeated enough times. Something was missing in my life, in all our lives-
The kick, the thrill of novelty, pursuit, pleasure.
We were young and healthy and well to do and we wanted more. In the go-go years of the late sixties it was easy to climb on the merry go round and take a ride.
It started when, one wild gin-drenched simmering summer afternoon, when Wade and I started necking at poolside.
My husband lay back on a poolside deck lounger, clad in swim trunks. Linda set down a tray of fresh drinks and went to Irv. She straddled the lounger, his hands reaching for her hips, pulling her down to him. Linda pressed her saucy round bottom against his crotch and they started kissing, too, bosomy Linda nuzzling her bikinied breasts against his chest ...
Maybe we'd started out kidding around (though I doubt it-we all wanted it) but things got real, fast.
That was the start of it.
Then it got to be a semi-regular thing. At first, we all were timid. When we paired off, we each went to separate bedrooms.
I have to laugh when I think of how naive we were in those days!
But it didn't take long for us to get over it. Soon we all were in the same room, with Linda and I competing to see who could out-sex the other.
Linda and I were very close but it wasn't until Marcy and Phil came along, that we really started swinging.
Linda and Wade had met them first, then introduced them to us.
When we were all together, I (and Irv) was startled to see Marcy and Linda kiss with open mouths and tongues!
Then it went a lot farther ...
Linda and I were real close but it took Marcy's entrance into the group to bring out the bi-sexualism in the ladies.
Not the men, though. They fucked each other's wives and delighted in watching their wives lick and suck each other, but they never got it on with each other. Our husbands were all very, very straight-
Then, anyhow.
Times changed, the group continued. I know I needed it. I'd burst, if I didn't know that at the end of each month I could anticipate that blessed release.
The group expanded, maybe too fast, then finally cut back, stabilizing to a core group of about four, five couples.
The membership altered as marriages dissolved, husbands were transferred by their businesses, and new alliances formed.
Still, years later, my husband and I, and Wade and Linda, still remained.
So, then Saturday night, last Saturday of the month.
Party time.
Clark's kids are all grown up, with families of their own. Grace is his second, or was it third, wife. They had no kids-yet.
Making their place a perfect place to play.
The basement playroom was all set up, with soft lights, music, booze. Along one wall was a bar where Vance dispensed the drinks.
When the party started, we all were dressed casually, but sharp. The men wore jackets, shirts, no ties, slacks.
The women wore party dresses, not formal gowns, not blue jeans. You saw lots of stockings and garters when skirts swirled over thigh tops.
Now, the party was underway, the drinks flowed, the action was starting.
Grace danced with Rebecca, the delicious new girl.
Grace was about thirty, a slim tall patrician with ash-blonde hair, green eyes, chiseled features, slender elegant body.
Rebecca wore a sleeveless black dress, cock tail dress, with a tight skirt, its hem reaching two inches below her knees, calves sheathed in seamed stockings, feet shod in black leather pumps with three-inch heels.
Those seamed stockings charmed me. Rebecca was too young to have been old enough to wear stockings and garters before the advent of the pantyhose revolution. Yet, like the other ladies here, she wore garters and stockings.
So much more sexy than pantyhose. More practical, too-easier to strip for action than when in pantyhose.
The music was fast but those two, Grace and Rebecca, did a slow dance.
Grace lead, Rebecca followed.
Grace wore a shimmering short-sleeved sea-green dress, stockings, beige shoes.
Her front and Rebecca's pressed as they danced face to face, in embrace.
Both shared similar shapes-long and long-legged, with firm high breasts and sassily rounded rumps.
Grace was a bit more full in the bust and bottom.
Rebecca's dark-haired head rested on Grace's sturdy shoulder. Grace pressed a hand to Rebecca's head, fondling her curls.
Rebecca sighed dreamily.
Grace's other arm circled Rebecca's slim waist. Her hand drifted down, palm flat, fingers spread.
The hand slid over the rounded curves of Rebecca's ripe rump.
The hand fastened on a buttock, squeezing it through fabric, teasing it.
My pussy tingled.
Grace's hand slid down lower and to the side, stroking Rebecca's hip, thigh. Rebecca was currently our youngest member.
Grace squeezed a hip, then, caressing, worked Rebecca's black dress up the side of her stockinged thigh.
The rising hem bared the sleek nyloned thigh, the dark band topping the stocking, the glinting garter pinned there.
She pressed, stroked Rebecca's thigh tops.
They broke off the dancing.
The brunette's hem fell back down below her knees. Taking her by the hand, Grace escorted Rebecca to a quiet corner.
I had another drink.
Linda was there, too. She's a big-boned, bosomy wanton, with a mane of thick reddish-brown hair brushed back from a wide square-shaped face. She has thick dark brows, Roman nose, wide red lips.
She wore a tight red dress made of some shimmering satiny fabric, with a scooped neckline, baring the tops of her big plump breasts. The dainty edge of a black lace bra cup peeked over the red dress. Circling her waist, cinching it in, was a three inch black patent leather belt. Her skirt flared out, its hem reaching the tops of her knees. Her strong shapely legs were sheathed in eye-poppingly patterned stockings a diamond-backed pattern which made her stockinged legs look like a pair of scaled pythons, just looking for a victim to constrict. Black high heels with stiletto spikes added over four inches to her height. She was short, ripe, stacked. Wanton.
Purring, she pressed up against me as I stood at the bar. Her satin-sheathed hip slid across my front with a whisper.
I'll describe myself:
I have brown hair, cut in bangs across my forehead, coming down short and straight on the sides to cover my ears. Dark brown eyes, thick arched brows, wide-bridged nose, heart-shaped face, ripe red mouth.
I'm voluptuous, with heavy breasts still firm and without sag, a torso curved like an hourglass, wide hips, plump bottom, strong round thighs, muscular calves tapering to slim ankles and small feet.
This night my curves were even more ample than ever, thanks to the corset I wore under a loose-fitting short-sleeved print dress. The long dress, its hem reaching below mid-calf, was colorful yet shapeless. Below its hem could be seen my dark-nyloned calves and a pair of shiny black leather ankle boots with pointed toes, high heels.
Anyway, I slipped an arm around Linda's cinched waist.
We two kissed each other on the cheek, pecking French-style. I reached around behind her to pat her ass.
Linda's ass?
A plump pair of pillows of flesh, swelling lusciously out. I'm well-built, but Linda is a real sexpot.
Pleated satiny red fabric of her full, flaring skirt flattened (well, "flattened" is the wrong word nothing about Linda was flat. So, let's just say that the satiny fabric molded itself to the roundnesses of her rump) as I fondled it.
"Ooh!"
Linda braced herself and slid her rump around in my hands. Through the thin fabric, I felt her body heat.
Clark came up behind me, embracing me while I fondled Linda.
Clark's the most mature member of the group. He's handsome, the touch of iron-gray at the temples of his thick dark hair giving him a look of distinction.
With a fine, taut, well conditioned physique. His boned face was all planes, bulges, and hollows, sun-burnished to a rich golden tan against which his blue eyes stood boldly out. A thin, neatly clipped mustache ran across his upper lip. A faint scent of musky aftershave clung to him.
My back tingled under the pressure of his front as his arms encircled me, hands clasping at my hips.
Pressing my bottom was the soft full bulge of his genitals.
He nibbled on my ear.
"Ummmmm, how's the first lady of the swap set?" he murmured. "You can find out," I said. "Later, I will!"
Nuzzling my ear, he pressed his crotch to my rear. I leaned back into him, rolling my plump ass cheeks over his flesh.
He stirred with excitement ... between the legs.
I shook my hips from side to side. One buttock swirled across his cock and balls. Then his genitals pressed the crack of my ass, hugged on either side by the spreading swelling cheeks.
Then I slid some more, and the other buttock glided across him.
Clark put his drink down on the bar so he could take hold of my hips with both hands, holding me in place.
Then he leaned into me and rubbed me some more.
His penis twitched, jerked. Wrapped in his trousers and shorts, I felt his rod jerk and grow.
His hands moved upward, pausing in surprise when they felt not more yielding flesh, but the hard boned panels of my corset.
"Hmmmm, what have we here?"
"You'll find out," I promised, "later."
His hands started sliding my dress up.
Playfully I slapped his hand. "Owww!"
"Not now," I murmured.
He squeezed my bottom. I reached back, fastening my hand on his hardness where it swelled against his trousers.
"Ummmm, what's that?! "
"Wait," he said, reaching for his zipper. "I'll show you!"
He opened his zipper, reached into his pants, fumbled out his rod, working it through the fly hole of his shorts and out his open fly.
"Eeeeeeeek!"
Just for laughs, Linda made like she was shocked.
"Nothing you haven't seen before!" Clark joked, shaking his cock at her.
"We've all seen it, darling," I said, "and it's beautiful. Gorgeous. So gorgeous that I want to kiss it!"
I slid off the bar stool.
"Might as well get comfortable," I said, shucking off my dress.
"All right!" Vance approved, from behind the bar.
"Wow!" Clark said. "That's some outfit!"
I wore a merry widow style corset, with panels of red satin decorated with embroidered black lace roses.
It cupped my breasts, swelling them out, the dark upper halves of the nipples peeking over the cups' upper rims.
It cinched my middle in, not only plumping up my already plump breasts, but swelling out my ass into a pair of gorgeous melons.
Fat black garters stretched over my round pink thighs, pinned to the tops of my nylons. I wore scanty black lace panties.
"Now you can't escape me!" Clark said.
"Escape? I wouldn't dream of it!"
"Let me have a look at you." he said, hands on my hips turning me around so I faced him, my breasts bobbing.
I glanced down at his crotch. Surrounded by his trousers, rising out of their slitted fly hole, jutted his swollen uncut cock.
A real horse cock.
"Ummmmm," he said, embracing me.
His front pressed mine. His cock stood upright, sandwiched between my corset and his clothes, pressed with our flesh.
His arms enfolded me against his fine strong body.
We kissed, mouth to mouth. Open mouth. His tongue thrust in my mouth and pumped back and forth on my tongue.
His hands pressed my back, pushing me closer, drifting lower, fastening on my backside, now mostly bare.
(Those panties I wore were next to nonexistent at the rear, a tiny flat of black lace which covered the lower half of my ass crack and the inner cheeks of my ass where they bordered the crack.
Most all the rest of my ass was bared, not only bared but thrust out from the corset, which made the cheeks swell outward.
His hands fell to my bottom, clutching one cheek in each hand. Soft bottom flesh oozed through his fingers.
He kneaded my cheeks while we kissed with tongues tasting, probing.
His mouth came off mine, but his hands remained on my ass, as his head lowered down to my bosom.
The corset cups made my tits thrust upward, outward, pushing them up, creating deep canyon-like cleavage.
Clark nuzzled the tops of my tits.
His mustache tickled.
His nuzzlings worked my tits free from the corset cups, so they swelled out over them, my nipples exposed.
Clark buried his face in the space between my tits, cramming his face down in there, breathing hard.
He pressed kisses on the inner curves of my tits, then worked outward, across the tops, down to stiff nipples.
My nipples are brown, fat, sassy.
Clark kissed them, licked them, switching his head back and forth from one throbbing nipple to the other.
I reached under him, taking hold of his cock.
It flamed hot as an iron in my hand and so thick and firm!
"Come back here and keep me company, Linda," Vance said.
Smiling, Linda hip-swayed her way back behind the bar, where Vance had stood dispensing drinks.
Looked like everybody would have to get their own drinks, for a while.
It was nice and tight and crowded back there, behind the bar--
Just the way Linda and Vance liked it.
They went into a clinch, kissing front to front, his strong hands fastening on her creamy shining shoulders.
Her heavy breasts nuzzled his hard chest. His thin pale lips attached to her painted red lips in hot kisses.
Their tongues worked, their jaws flexed, they tasted each other's mouths.
Wade Linda's husband necked with Monica at another side of the room.
Wade was in his middle forties, with dark blonde hair brushed back, a square shaped clean shaven face, pale green eyes, a thin straight blade of a nose, and a sensual mouth. He was broad-shouldered, well-built, with a tapering torso, lean hips, long legs. He was hot and hunky.
Monica wore a sleeveless strapless white dress, silvery stockings, white patent leather high heels. Recently, she and Vance had returned from a vacation in the Islands, and she was ripely, richly tanned, her normally pink skin all golden-toasty, tawny flesh standing out against the cool crisp white of her dress.
She sat on Wade's lap, her full bottom perched on his crotch, her arms around his shoulders, hands clasped behind his neck.
They kissed.
Wade fondled her thigh, working the hem of the dress up higher.
Monica's legs were sheathed in stockings interwoven of glittering silvery threads, giving them a rich metallic sheen.
Higher rose the hem of the white dress, baring Monica's silver satin garters and the taut tanned flesh below.
Now her dress was up at her waist in front, exposing a pair of silver lame panties, G-string really, wrapping her sex.
She and Wade kissed, tongues probing, her head tilted backward to spill loose bronze hair down her back, his head tilted forward, mouth wrapped to hers.
Wade's hand stroked stockinged thighs, creeping upward.
Monica opened at his touch, spreading her knees, parting her thighs.
Wade fingered a silver garter, slipping his fingertip under it, stretching it, letting it snap back in place.
Then he stroked her bare upper thighs. When she lolled on the beach under the sun, Monica must have sported a daringly high bikini, since I could spy no telltale imprint of pink untanned flesh outlining a bikini shape on her hips. From what I could see, all was burnished to that rich copper .color.
Perhaps she'd worn no bikini at all, on some nudist beach.
Wade's hand slowly crept up and up. I knew when it reached Monica's pantied crotch her eyes widened, then came sensually closed, lashes fluttering.
She squirmed harder on his lap, on the doubtless stiff cock there.
Wade fingered her through the glittering silver foil wrap of the delta-shaped crotch piece of the G-string.
While I watched this going on around me, I'd thrilled to Clark's sensual oral action and nipple-sucking.
Now, he came up for air.
My stiff nipple popped free from his mouth. Wetness shone on both nipples and on his mouth, too. His mustache was wet, plastered down.
I moved in his arms.
"Hey!" Clark said, "where are you going?! " "Down!"
I got on my knees. I did it to one side of the bar, where I could watch Vance and Linda as well as the rest of the room.
I clutched Clark's stiff cock, guiding him into position, standing him so he wouldn't block my view of the rest of the room.
"I told you I was going to give that gorgeous hard cock of yours a great big kiss, and that's just what I'll do!"
That's what I said and that's what I did.
For starters!
PART TWO
My painted red lips pressed the hot tip of Clark's hard cock in a hot sucking kiss. His cock head was full, fleshy, pliant--
Warm.
He had a horse cock. It was a good eight inches long, and plenty thick. And it was stiff and trembling.
I rubbed my face against it, stroking the full length of his cock first with my right cheek, then with my left.
Clark put his hands on my shoulders for balance.
I ringed the base of his cock with my fingers, holding in position as I nuzzled it, then kissed it.
I massaged it with my lips, smudging my lipstick.
So what?
You can't have good sex if you're squeamish about getting mussed.
I'm not. Squeamish, that is. Certainly not squeamish about sucking so gorgeous a cock. I kissed it all over, first.
I licked it.
Clark moaned, leaning into me, rubbing his cock against my tongue.
I stopped licking to unbuckle his belt, open his pants, pull down his pants and shorts.
Ahhhhhhh ... better, much better!
Now he was nude from waist to ankles, with pants and shorts fallen down at the tops of his feet.
Clark took off his jacket, looked around for some place to put it, draping it over the top of a bar stool.
Off came his shirt, as he stripped down to his undershirt, a tank-top which displayed his broad shoulders, the top of his hairy chest.
He's a hairy devil. Fine reddish-brown body fur coats his legs, hips. His ass was firm, his thighs strong, muscular.
I cupped his swollen balls in my palm, kissed his cock.
I licked down to the base of his cock.
His moans deepened into breathless sighs as my tongue rippled across his swollen balls, tantalizing the flesh.
Clear sticky wetness smeared his cock and balls, and my face.
I brought his flaring flaming cock head down to my mouth and mouthed it, lips hugging the shaft below the head.
Clark, gasping and sighing, stroked my shoulders, neck, face, the tops of my tits.
I pushed my head forward.
My lips inched down his cock, my mouth working up a mess of saliva, my tongue caressing the cock.
I tilted my head, took his cock deep.
Musky man-sweat rose up from his loins. My nostrils flared as I inhaled, growing lightheaded on the male perfume.
My mouth molded around his cock and I sucked.
Saliva greased his hot dark red cock, sliding it over my clinging satiny lips and my tongue of velvet.
Each passing stroke of my face sizzled his cock heat higher.
I held the base of his cock with one hand. My other hand slipped down my front, fastening on my crotch.
Sweaty fingertips pressed the delicate pattern of the black lace panties sheathing my pussy.
The panties were pulled tight across my hips, the side strings stretched and pressing into the hips.
I pressed my pussy through the panties, touching myself. And sucking.
Action blossomed all about.
My husband Irv was not idle. He'd joined the little twosome of Grace and Rebecca.
Irv is balding, with dark brown hair, blocky thick featured face, wide full sensual lips, strong chin, lots of jaw.
He's broad-shouldered, stocky, barrel chested, with muscular haunches and a hung, circumcised cock.
Grace and Rebecca'd halted their passionate kissing for a moment.
Rebecca was stripped down to bra and panties, stockings and garters. Grace wore a sexy black slip, full-length, slit up the sides.
Rebecca and Grace stood face to face. Stripped from the waist up, Irv moved in behind Rebecca.
His hard-on swelled his trouser crotch, punching it outward.
He came up back behind of Rebecca, his crotch nuzzling her rounded rear.
Rebecca wore high heels which accented her luscious long legs and made her sassy bottom jut out even more sassily.
The sight of her ripe-globed rear, swelling out on top of those long stilt-like stockinged legs, excited Irv's passions.
His groin pressed her pantied bottom, his hands held her hips.
Grace, kissing Rebecca on the mouth, pressed forward, her arms reaching to fasten hands on Irv's bare sides.
Rebecca was the filling in a sandwich of flesh.
Irv pressed his hard crotch against her buttocks, rubbing.
Grace broke off her kisses.
Rebecca looked dazed, standing shakily on high-heeled feet with her eyes almost closed and her parted lips wetly glistening.
Grace, letting go, took a step back. Irv nuzzled Rebecca, his front pressing her back, his head leaning over her shoulder.
Grace teased Rebecca by touching herself. She rubbed palms across high firm breasts wrapped in delicate lace cups.
She cupped, lifted, squeezed her breasts through her slip.
Then, wet lips smiling, Grace slipped the straps down off her shoulders, shrugging arms out of them.
Breast cups continued clinging to her pointy tits, until she lovingly peeled the soft fabric free of them.
Grace's delicious breasts were high and firm and round, fuller, less pointy than the brunette's long-nippled breasts.
Rebecca reached for Grace with trembling hands. Further teasing and tantalizing, Grace evaded those hands.
And kept on touching herself.
Grace cupped her breasts, one tender mound quivering in each pink palm. Shivering with pleasure, she caressed herself.
Pressing the mounds, massaging them, she reveled in the kiss of one buttery breast caressing another.
Fingers fastened on the dark pink tips of her nipples, rolling them in oily fingertips, pulling, pinching them.
Rebecca's mouth instinctively opened and closed, seeking to suck.
Irv's hands busied themselves at Rebecca's back, undoing her bra.
She hardly noticed when her bra was opened and taken off, firm pointy long-nippled tits popping free from the bra cups.
Irv eased the bra down her arms, draping it across the back of the couch.
Rebecca's nipples, dark brown, stand out against her flesh, so pale that it's almost marble white, whiter even than mine.
Their darkness makes her nipples look even larger.
Irv reached around her, fastening his hands on her bare breasts, gently fondling them, stroking stiff nipples.
Grace moved in, now.
Irv squeezed Rebecca's breasts so their stiff nipples jutted. Then Grace brushed her bare breasts against them.
Rebecca was hypnotized in a trance of flesh.
Grace bobbed her head, sleek short ash-blonde hair swirling down like wings to cover her cheeks.
Rebecca moaned.
So did Irv, as his hard crotch rubbed her rear.
Grace lowered her head down to Rebecca's breasts, nuzzling them. Her classically clean features were stamped with lust.
She kissed, licked Rebecca's breasts, concentrating special attention to their stiff nipples, polishing them.
She took a nipple between her lips. Rebecca's heavy-lidded eyes squeezed shut, while breathless moans were squeezed from her.
Grace's eyes were open, the ends of her sucking mouth upcurved in a smile.
Irv let go of Rebecca, who steadied her shaking self by holding Grace. Grace gripped Rebecca's hips.
Irv kicked off his shoes, socks. He opened his pants and took them down, his shorts falling directly after.
Leaving them where they'd fallen on the floor, he stepped out of them, all naked now, his cock jerking, jumping.
Meanwhile, Grace, stroking Rebecca's hips, worked her scanty panties off.
It was easy, for Rebecca wore her panties outside her garters, for quick and easy removal a trick she'd learned here, from us.
For a lean long-legged girl, Rebecca was ripely rounded in hips and rear, her overall thinness making her rounded bottom and hips look positively lush by comparison. The black garter belt and dark stockings she wore only accented the swelling moons of her bare bottom.
Her panties fluttered down stockinged legs to her ankles.
Grace came up for air. Even from where I knelt sucking Clark's cock, I saw how darkly swollen the nipples had become from the sucking.
Irv once more came up behind Rebecca, pressing his front against her back.
Only this time, his front and her rear were stripped naked. His cock stood straight up, pressed in the crack of her ass.
His meaty hands slid down her hips, her stockinged thighs.
Grace fondled Rebecca's hair, her face, neck, shoulders.
Breasts.
Then she put her hand on the back of Rebecca's neck, pulling her head forward and down even as she rose on tiptoes to thrust her breasts in the brunette's face.
Rebecca gave off a little cry of passion as her pretty, flushed face was engulfed in Grace's buttery breasts.
Passionately Rebecca pressed the twin pointy peaks with hot kisses, long and caressingly licking tongue touches.
Grace offered up a nipple to Rebecca, who lovingly mouthed it, wrapping her lips around the nipple and feverishly sucking it.
Grace caressed Rebecca's thick black hair while she sucked.
Irv reached around to the front of Rebecca, fastening one fondling hand on her breast, the other reaching for her crotch.
Black hair furred his hands to the knuckles, and beyond. One hand covered the brunette's crotch, stroking her.
Irv has a nice light touch. His hand pressed Rebecca, letting her feel the bodily warmth of it.
Both her nipples now having been sucked and licked by Rebecca, Grace once mere took a step backward.
Her breasts were bared, while her slip clung to her, from the top of her midriff to the tops of her knees. The slip was slit up the side seams, so I could see her creamy lithe thighs to their tops.
Grace lovingly fondled herself through the slip. One hand pressed its palm flat on her belly, the other grabbed her ass.
Grace stroked herself through the slip, working it steadily down, baring her taut belly, lush hips, smooth flanks.
Then the slip fell to the floor and she was naked.
Her bush had curlier hair than the fine straight ash-blonde hair of her head. The bush was fleecy, like sheep's wool, the hair a fine reddish-gold tinge. Her mound swelled gently, presenting a long pair of dusky, coral colored lips.
Rebecca, moaning, leaned forward, but Irv held her in place, still rubbing his stiff cock against her bare buns.
Grace, still wearing sleek beige pumps, spread her long legs and put her hand between them.
Rebecca was maddened with desire watching Grace fondle herself.
Wetness, spicy and thick, glimmered in the slitted lips, then on Grace's hand as she wantonly fondled herself.
Grace then sat down on the couch nearby, her rounded buns pressing the plush seat cushions, sinking into them.
Her slip fell free from her feet as she swung her long legs off the floor and on the couch. She sat up, wedging her back in a corner, keeping one leg on the couch, letting the other trail over the floor.
As if hypnotized, Rebecca watched Grace stroke herself between the legs. I doubt Rebecca was consciously aware of Irv's hands on her.
Grace lifted her hand from between her legs, wetness glistening on the index finger she crooked, beckoning Rebecca and my husband forward.
Rebecca got on the couch, on her knees, her head lowering between Grace's thighs, worshipfully burying her face in the blonde's crotch.
Pleasure supreme flickered across Grace's face as Rebecca fastened her mouth to the sweetly dripping musky-scented sex.
Rebecca's impassioned face was hidden by Grace's clutching thighs.
Rebecca knelt with her stockinged folded legs spread, exposing not only her ripe ass, but her pink butterfly sex lips.
Irv put his hand between Rebecca's legs, fondling her pussy while she went down on Grace's hot, dripping, succulent sex.
Wetness squelched between Rebecca's folded legs where Irv's fingers worked. He slipped two fingers inside Rebecca's slit.
Rebecca's head started to jerk upward, from surprised reaction. But Grace's long fingered hands fastened to the top of the brunette head, pushing it back down where the mouth belonged.
With her passion for Grace, Rebecca needed no encouragement.
PART THREE
like before, Monica still sat on Wade's lap. Only now, she had stripped down to her lingerie ... While he was naked.
They'd stripped during the action-Wade completely, Monica down to bra, panties, hose, and heels.
She wore a silver lame half-bra, same fabric as her G-string. Her garter belt was silver satin, trimmed with scallops of black lace.
Half-bra?
Yes it was a bra in all respects, except that most of the breast cups had been removed, leaving just enough support at the base to cup and lift Monica's heavy tits. But so much fabric was removed, that the bra was almost a harness.
The weight of her bosom stretched the straps, making them cut into her soft wide shoulders.
Virtually all of her breast globes lay exposed, with only the very undersides caught in supporting silver cups.
Her nipples were of course exposed, for kissing, licking, sucking.
Her bottom pressed Wade's hard cock. Wade's very fair-skinned, and his cock glows the deepest darkest red color.
His arms cradled Monica, who reclined in them, her head tilted back, bronze hair falling straight down, face uptilted, neck corded.
She gurgled with sensual pleasure.
Wade's face was largely hidden from my view as he nuzzled and nursed at Monica's big breasts in that scanty top.
I saw his eyebrows, shiny red forehead, dark blonde hair. The rest of his face was hidden by bosom flesh.
His right arm passed under Monica's back, cradling her. His left arm kept that hand planted between her legs.
He pulled down the front flap of Monica's silvery G-string, uncovering her steamy, rust-colored bush and thick dark sex lips.
He worked the panties down and put his hand between them, reaching for her with the L-shape formed by his thumb and index finger, like he reached to shake hands. Only he wedged the edge of his hand against her crotch.
Monica squirmed as he parted her quivering cunt lips and pressed his hand against her dripping pink membranes.
His thumb pressed, sizzled, her throbbing clitoris.
Wet squelching sounds came where his hand worked on her crotch.
Impassioned, squirming Monica jerked up a shapely stockinged calf, the hose's silvery threads throwing off glints of light.
Pop!
When Wade came up for air, lifting his head, Monica's suckled nipple came free from his mouth with a wet sound.
Her dark fat nipples were larger than even their normal stiff state, thanks to his suckling of same.
He eased Monica off his lap, standing her on shaky feet.
She didn't much want to stand. His hand, still between her legs, guided her. Carefully, she set her high heeled feet down.
She teetered. He steadied her. She stood with her back to where I knelt sucking cock, facing Wade.
Between the arch of her spread stockinged legs, when he took his hand away from her cunt, I glimpsed his cock.
Wade's stiff penis was a twitching torpedo of red flesh.
He circled his erection with one hand, holding it so its head jutted from the top of his hand, squeezing it.
Sticky wetness glistened between Monica's legs.
Wade sat up, holding his stiff cock ready for her.
Monica mounted him.
Silvery light glinted from her limbs as she straddled him, spreading her stockinged legs wide as she climbed on.
Feet planted safely on either side of him, she lowered herself down, bracing her hands on his broad slab shoulders.
He reached up, pressing her hips, palms pressing her garters to her copper flesh.
Monica lowered herself, her quivering butterfly sex lips held only inches from his crotch.
Wade tilted his penis to the proper angle. Monica sat on the cock head. It plunged between her butterfly pussy lips. At the instant of entrance, her ripe ass cheeks reflexively tightened.
Wade was inside her, partly the rest of his root vanished, slowly swallowed up inside her steamy sex as she lowered herself down on him.
Monica squirmed as she was entered, tossing her bronze hair here and there.
Wade pulled her the rest of the way down to her.
Now Monica rested the back of her stockinged thighs on the tops of his bare thighs, leaning into him, hands holding his shoulders.
His hands on her hips helped move her. Monica tilted back and forth, like she rode a wooden rocking horse.
Her tits jiggled and seethed right under Wade's nose and he buried his face in the mounds while Monica convulsively hugged his head.
Linda was short, but she was the biggest of all us gals--
In the bosom, that is.
There was more than enough good fat titty there for both Vance and Mark to enjoy, and they both went at it.
Linda sat on the bar. Her red skirt was still on, but the upper half of her outfit had been pulled down, and flopped over her hips.
Her black bra, specially under-wired and reinforced to provide adequate support for one of her oversized tit dimensions, now hung draped over the neck of a bottle of twelve year old scotch, like a black banner.
Linda's endowment was in the size 42-DD variety, with melon breasts, each tit seeming as big as the head of the male worshipping it.
Two breasts-two males.
Freed from the support of her bra, the breasts drooped somewhat, which was only normal, considering her weight, They dangled their globes a bit below her elbows, a pair of plumply shining pink teats.
Cooing with pleasure at her own endowment, Linda cupped her tits, one in each palm, her soft bosom flesh slopping over the edges.
She weighed, juggled her mounds, rubbing them together.
Pushing them up from below, she offered them up to two male admirers:
Vance and Mark.
Vance went for her left breast, Mark for the right.
Vance and Monica had discovered the newest members, Rebecca and Mark. Their foursome was close, almost incestuously close.
Mark and Vance were very tight and as I watched them working together on Linda's breastworks, I wondered, not for the first time. if they had a thing going on the side.
Not that it mattered to me if they were getting it in--
Except that it excited me. Almost all males like to watch two women get it on. Well, fellas, it works the same way in reverse.
I'd LOVE to see two males get it on. Then put them both to work for my pleasure.
But no male-male scenes go down in our big group meetings. That's one of our taboos. We don't do S/M in our Saturday group meetings, either.
Of course, group members are free to have their own, more specialized get-togethers any time they like, and at some of those smaller, more intimate meetings, anything can happen, and has.
Anyway, I watched Mark and Vance crouch side by side, heads hunched down to Linda's breasts, worshipping them.
Linda sat on top of the bar. Mark and Vance crouched side by side. Linda let go of her breasts. She didn't have to hold them. The men would do that. She put her arms across their backs, hugging them to her.
Mark nuzzled her right breast, his hot red face partially hidden in the soft flesh he licked and kissed.
Vance stuffed a stiff nipple in his mouth, sucking it.
Mark held her breast, fingertips swallowed up in her soft flesh. Her nipple swelled out, all dark, brownish-red, swollen, throbbing.
Mark stuck out his tongue and licked her nipple.
Linda squealed delightedly.
Vance rubbed the tops of her thighs. Her skirt was short to begin with and his handlings made it ride higher.
Over the tops of her wildly patterned stockings showed smooth round pink thighs, fat frilly garters--
And her naked crotch.
Linda wore garter belt and stockings, but no panties.
She pushed her knees to the sides, opening her thighs for his hand, which stroked the pink plump upper thighs, then drifted upward.
Linda's face glowed with breathless squirming pleasure as a hand touched, then rubbed her naked pussy, fondling it.
While all the while, her nipples, breasts, were licked and sucked.
Meanwhile, over on the couch, Irv put it to Rebecca.
He stood on his knees at one end of the couch, his stiff fat thick cock aimed at her ripely rounded hindquarters, while she knelt between Grace's spread legs, with her face buried between Grace's thighs. Grace slumped back in the far corner.
Irv's cock was a thick red peg of flesh, stroked until it sizzled against Rebecca's plumply curved rear.
Now, Irv took hold of his cock, fisting it so its fat knobbed head jutted from the top of his hand.
He pressed it to Rebecca's thighs, where they emerged from her stocking tops. He rubbed his cock against them.
Then his cock drifted over to the pink butterfly pussy lips.
He pressed his cock head to them.
Rebecca trembled, but kept her mouth glued to Grace's slit.
Irv massaged his cock head up and down Rebecca's pussy lips, then worked the tip of the cock into her slit.
His cock head pried her open. Fresh tremors shot through her as his cock head forced its way into her tight slit.
Rebecca's dark-haired head jerked.
Grace's long-fingered elegant white hands fluttered, smoothing down Rebecca's hair to her head.
Irv, now partly in the young woman, inched forward on his knees. Leaning into her, his weight powered the cock penetration.
He sank his red shaft into her, the rod vanishing as it was swallowed up inside her steamy pussy.
Rebecca flinched, squirmed.
Grace's hands held Rebecca's shoulders, holding her in place for the penetration.
Rebecca's muffled moan reached me, the moan she made when my husband sank his cock all the way deep inside her.
Irv's sweaty hands slid to Rebecca's white hips, holding them. His heavy hips lurched forward and backward as he plowed her with his cock.
Juices coated the shaft when he pulled it partway out of her. Then he'd plunge it back in, slow and deep.
Rebecca got over the excitement and disruption of penetration.
Grace's soft white hands eased their grip as Rebecca became used to the cock. Those hands once more caressed the flexing muscles of the brunette's upper back.
Rebecca's round white buttocks jiggled as Irv's hips bumped them each time he sank his shaft deep into her.
Rebecca's oral worship was getting through to her.
My oral action had gotten through to Clark. All that I've told you takes longer to describe than it does to see, so really, not much time had gone by since Clark had first sunk that fine fat cock of his between my lips, fucking my mouth.
Now, he was just about ready to come.
His hips pumped, his cock thrust, my head bobbed, my tongue licked.
Tremors in his cock told me his orgasm was soon due.
I held the base of his cock with one hand. My other hand roamed free, stroking strong hairy thighs, muscular hips, hard buttocks. .
Clark planted his final, ultimate thrust in me.
I tilted my head.
His fat cock head bumped the back of my throat.
I tilted my head some more and took him all the way, so his fat cock head lodged down deep in my throat.
This time, he didn't pull back for another stroke, but kept his thing planted in me.
My mouth collapsed around his shivering cock, squeezing it.
The rod jerked on my tongue, trembling.
All of him trembled, went rigid and shaking.
A wad of come spurted in my throat.
I gulped it down.
Clark's hands pressed my face, sweaty palms hugging my cheeks, cock recoiling on my tongue, spurting its load.
I wrapped my mouth around his rod and swallowed down all his good thick sweet cream, come coating my throat.
Gulp-gulp gulp...
Clark rose on his toes to push his cock that extra few fractions of inches into my throat, to squeeze that last droplet from his cock.
Come, thick as honey, dribbled down my gullet ...
PART FOUR
With Clark doing me from behind, and Wade doing me from the front, I couldn't lose! I was plugged at both ends by studs!
So was Linda.
Linda and Vance and Mark were in various states of undress. Vance had his shorts on, and Mark was bare from the waist up.
Vance wore a pair of hip-hugging low-slung briefs whose stretch fabric was put to the test of holding his big cock.
His erection bulged in the crotch of the shorts, swelling out their front, his buns clearly outlined and largely uncovered.
Mark had stripped above the waist, and was opening his belt and pants.
Linda got down off the top of the bar. Vance put his hands around her narrow waist and helped her down to her feet.
Standing-even with her high heels-Linda was a good deal shorter than Mark and Vance, a pair of tall men.
She unbuckled her big belt, shimmied out of her tight red skirt, breasts bobbing, hips shaking. She had to work out of that skirt the way some women squirm their way out of a girdle.
Then she stripped down, down to her black lace garter belt, and those bizarre patterned stockings and high heels.
Nature had endowed her in the bust and the butt. Below the lacy black garter belt, a pair of creamy ass cheeks swelled out.
Centered in her creamy white hips was a thick dark brown bush of tangled curls, partially covering a thick mound.
Wetness glimmered on her sex lips from earlier fondlings.
Linda balanced by resting one hand on Mark, one on Vance.
She slid her hand over Vance's shoulder, down his hairy chest and flat belly, rubbing then clutching his swollen cock.
She clutched him through his undershorts, squeezing.
Her other hand slithered down Mark's front. He was less hairy than Vance, more slender and less blocky, with a lovely tapered torso.
Mark opened his pants, pulled down the zipper. His hard-on bulged in tight white shorts. Linda thrust her hand inside his shorts.
Vance pulled off his shorts, stiff cock springing up.
Mark's trousers fell down his long legs, joined by his undershorts a second later, his own hard-on jutting.
Mark and Vance were both hung. Vance's uncut cock was a torpedo of flesh;Mark's circumcised cock was a little bit shorter, but looked thicker.
Linda took hold of both cocks at the same time.
She was like a priestess of lust as she gripped both cocks, fingers dancing on their shafts, stroking both hot rods.
Vance and Mark were excited and ready for action.
Vance and Mark once more helped her hop up on the top of the bar. This time, Linda lay flat on her back on it. She lay so her stockinged legs from the knees down dangled off the edge of the bar.
Mark went that way, standing at the edge of the bar facing Linda's legs, spread thighs, dripping pussy.
Vance sidled along the bar, moving so he stood alongside Linda's head.
Linda's only problem was getting her hands on both males at once.
Vance stood by the bar, clutching his hard cock with one hand. His other hand stroked her curly brown hair.
Linda turned her head to him. By standing on his toes, Vance was able to hold his cock right square over her face.
He rubbed its underside against Linda's face.
Her thick lashes fluttered, red color tinged her cheeks, a misty sheen of sweat glossily glistened on her face.
Her watering mouth puckered red lips to press hot sucking kisses on the cock.
Mark, moving forward, pressed sweaty palms over her stockinged thighs, stroking, them, fingers twitching.
Purring, Linda parted her thighs wider, her calves dangling, her high heels bumping the side of the bar.
Mark's cock rose red and rigid from his lean hips, tension holding its head aimed upward at the ceiling.
But he didn't use it right away.
Instead, he leaned forward, lowering his head to her crotch.
He fastened his mouth to her dripping steamy sex.
Already, Linda sweated. Those parts of her flesh that were exposed pressed stickily to the smooth bar top.
She gasped when her hot, sensitive crotch was pressed by Mark's mouth. Her arm went down her front, fastening fingers in his hair.
He nuzzled her crotch, his smooth beardless face scraping softly against her nyloned thighs, mouth kissing her crotch.
He licked her, slipped his tongue in her.
Her dangling legs reflexively kicked when his lips pressed her parted pussy lips and his tongue penetrated her.
Slurping sounds issued from his mouth working on her sex.
Vance pressed his sizzling cock against her upturned face.
Linda lifted the back of her head off the bar top to better kiss Vance's cock.
His free hand, the one not holding his rod, fondled her tits.
In her position, on her back, her tits lolled like mounds of semi-solid flesh, jiggling like jello, crowned by a pair of stiff nipples.
Vance rolled her nipples in his fingers, tweaking, pinching, pulling.
Linda parted her puckered red lips, putting out her fat pink tongue so she might lick the underside of his cock.
Vance tilted his cock down, so it hung horizontally over her upturned face. She licked its underside, spilling saliva.
Then she turned her head to the side, facing him, one side of her head pressing the counter top.
She opened her mouth and Vance put his cock inside.
First, she took just the cock head, her red lips hugging his cock below its head's arched rim, sucking and slurping on the cock head like it was a ball of hard candy. Saliva streamed from both sides of her stretched mouth.
Meanwhile, Mark lapped inside her cunt, swallowing down her juices and rooting in for more of the same.
Linda's muscular stockinged legs flexed and jerked in reaction to Mark's tonguing, until at last she lifted her legs.
Draping them across Mark's bowed back, she crossed her ankles and hugged him with her legs, her high heels pressing his flesh.
His head, hugged by her hot thighs, was hidden.
I got plenty of action myself.
The taste of Clark's come coated my tongue, the stuff still dripped down my throat, and his cock was hard as ever.
Only now, instead of taking it by mouth, I took it between my legs.
I'd gotten off my knees from the floor. Now I stood bent over a bar stool.
My arms were folded under me, hands clutching the stool's round rim. My head leaned forward over the edge of the stool. My belly pressed the top of the cushioned stool. My ass thrust back, and my stockinged legs were spread.
My pink butt was framed by the hemline of the corset, by fat thick black garters dangling down on both sides, and by the dark tops of my stockings.
Clark was naked behind me.
His hands fastened on my bottom.
Oohing and aahing I love to have my bottom worshipped-I wiggled my rear from side to side, buttocks jiggling.
Clark fastened a hand on each cheek and fondled them, squeezing, pushing them together, pulling them apart.
In front of my face loomed a figure-
Wade!
He'd gotten off with Monica and now they'd parted to seek out other partners.
He was glossy with sweat. His cock was thick and limp, glistening with the come and pussy juices coating it from fucking Monica.
He came to me.
I turned my face to him-my head was level with his crotch.
His hair was blonde the hair on his head-but his bush was a light ginger brown color. His dangling balls were full, heavy, twitching.
Wade leaned into me, pressing the soft sticky bulge of his cock and balls against my face. I nuzzled him.
His genitals twitched.
I cupped his quivering balls. His cock jerked. Parting my lips, I glided my tongue across them, moistening them.
I took Wade's cock in my mouth.
It was limp, twitching. I took it all, my lips pressing its base, my nose buried deep in his sweaty, fragrant bush.
My tongue caressed his quivering cock, teasing it, stimulating it.
His rod jumped, jerked, stiffened. It firmed up in my mouth. It was like blowing up a balloon.
His hard-on came back fast. His cock thickened and grew long, forcing me to pull my head back once he was fully hard.
Then a fine fat throbbing hard-on was lodged in my mouth.
Don't think Clark was idle.
He pressed his hot sweaty face against my bottom. His kissing lips massaged my buttocks as his head nuzzled my rear.
His mustache tickled ...
Then he stuck the flat of his tongue to my backside and polished up the buttocks, covering them with saliva.
My ass was super-sensitive. His tongue rolled over it, massaging it.
Delicious!
Saliva smeared his face, my ass. My pussy quivered.
All the while Clark worshipped my bottom, I sucked Wade's now-stiff cock.
Wade's hands fondled my brown curly hair, feverish face, corded neck, smooth sweaty shoulders, then reached for my tits.
My tits protruded, dangling their heavy stiff-nippled globes over the round rim of the cushioned bar stool, putting them on display.
Open to Wade's handling.
He played with my tits while his cock pumped back and forth in my mouth. My lips clung to his sliding rod.
Clark let off licking my buttocks. My little moan of disappointment rippled right through Wade's cock.
Wade moaned, from my moan.
Clark's hands fastened on my sticky, saliva coated buttocks, fingers kneading soft bottom flesh, pulling the cheeks apart.
Opening my ass.
My little puckered ass-hole quivered, contracted. Clark's hot breath tingled on my so-very-sensitive anal anatomy.
Clark wedged his face between my cheeks, fastening his mouth on my ass-hole.
Hot sucking kisses sent pleasure radiating from my asshole through the rest of me.
His tongue rimmed me, pressed the dimpled hole, then shoved past the tight ring to thrust home in the rectum.
I gasped.
While Wade worked his cock back and forth in my mouth, Clark tongued my ass-hole and rectum, working his tongue like it was a tiny penis.
Meanwhile, his own penis rose rigid with arousal.
I know I reached a hand back behind me, groping for Clark's groin, glad when my fingers encountered a stiff, swollen rod.
I squeezed it hungrily.
Clark kept licking my ass-hole.
I pressed my palm against his forehead, pushing him away from my ass.
His tongue glided out of me my ass-hole sealed shut his face popped free from my clutching bottom cheeks.
I couldn't talk, not with my mouth full.
Holding Wade's swollen sizzling cock at the base, I pulled my head back, the red log of flesh gliding over my lips.
Pop!
His cock came unplugged from my mouth. the red rod looming in front of my face, saliva-dripping, jumping, jerking.
I held tight to the cock as I breathlessly begged:
"Fuck me, Clark! Stick it in me!" "Anything you say, little lady," he chuckled.
Then I stuffed Wade's cock back in my mouth, my tongue rolling under his cock, caressing seething heat in it.
His muscular thighs were taut and so were his buttocks as he pumped his hips back and forth, his cock fucking my face.
Meanwhile, my pussy lips quivered expectantly.
Clark pressed his cock head to them. Sensation flared. Sex lips were squashed by the cock head, spread to the sides.
Then his cock stuffed into me.
It was heaven! My cunt was hot, hungry, burning for fulfillment. A long hot thick log of flesh slid within.
Clark filled, stretched me. Hot though I was, he was almost too big for me to take at first, stretching me.
His cock holstered itself in my sex, crammed tight. Which burned hotter-his hard-on? Or my dripping pussy?
An academic question. Either way, when cock and cunt were united, a firestorm blazed below my waist.
Clark started with slow, deep, driving thrusts, his cock head jamming up in the pit of my pussy.
Wade's cock worked much faster. His passion burned hotter, and he was closer to orgasm. I sucked, slurped.
like me, bosomy Linda took her men two at a time.
With her head turned to the side, she sucked Vance's pumping cock, while Mark orally labored between her legs.
Tonguing Linda to orgasm.
She jerked-stiffened-the embrace of her legs on Mark's back became a bear hug, as orgasm sizzled her.
Her red face contorted, mouth gaping wide, breath hissing.
Vance pulled his cock out of her mouth. His shaft was almost as red as her face. Saliva rolled off it, dripping.
Linda yowled.
Vance took hold of the tit nearest him, holding its base, plumping it up. Squeezing made the stiff nipple jut.
While Linda shuddered through her cycle of orgasm, Vance kept his interest up-and his cock-by massaging its saliva-coated head against her nipple.
Linda's climax peaked.
Relaxation blossomed in her body. Red color tinged her tits, belly, face. Tension oozed from her form.
Tight lines of sexual tension, stamped in her face by the strain of orgasm, smoothed out, slacking off.
Her lashes fluttered, her mouth opened, sighing. The back of her head drifted down to rest on the bar.
Her thighs eased their grip. In their wild diamond-patterned stockings, her legs looked like snakes coiling around Mark's pink body.
Uncrossing her ankles, she let her legs slide down his sweaty back until once more they limply dangled from the bar edge.
Linda's lovely bosomy body lay temporarily limp from sexual release and relief, but not for long.
And Mark wasn't limp at all!
He was hard when Linda let go with her limbs, and he stood straight up, lifting his sticky wet red face from her dripping steamy crotch, his hard-on showed itself.
Mark gripped his member, stroking it. A red dart of flesh.
His hands fastened on Linda's wide wet pink hips, strong fingers clutching smooth pink flesh and pressing frilly garters.
He pulled her closer.
Her sweaty bottom made squeaking sounds as he pulled her so her crotch quivered close to the edge of the bar.
He pressed his cock head to her dark slitted sex lips and shoved it in.
Linda, squirming with pleasure, gasped.
Vance turned her head once more to him and stuffed his hard cock back into her gaping mouth, which closed around it.
Mark leaned into her, his red shaft sliding into her snatch, vanishing from sight as it sank in her dripping sex.
Her mouth clung to Vance's cock, murmuring with greedy delight as he fucked her face, pumping back and forth.
When Mark was fully penetrating her, he hooked his arms under her legs, which she once more wrapped around his body.
Her legs folded at the knees, hugging his sweaty flanks as he lurched forward and backward, ramming her with his fine hung cock.
Then my attention was turned from the scenes around me-I dearly do love to watch-to my own situation.
Wade pressed sweaty palms to my face as he fucked it, his thick red log of a cock plowing between my lips.
His thrusts were sharp and forceful. Cock throbbing rippled through my head. The force of his thrusts sent saliva spraying from my mouth.
His stiff, cock strained, jumped, jerked. I lightly ran my fingertips over his swollen balls.
Wade jammed his cock deep into my mouth. My tongue squirmed, rubbing the underside of his stiff, swollen member.
Wade groaned.
Throughout the sucking, he'd moaned and groaned, but this groan was different.
It brought him up short. His cock stopped pumping. He froze, stood statue-like, as if paralyzed, his cock plunged in my mouth.
He shuddered.
His cock jumped on my tongue. His tasty cock was made even tastier by the come and pussy juices which had coated it from his earlier fucking of Monica.
Now, a fresh new taste burst in my mouth.
The taste of his thick, creamy come.
Wade groaned, grunting with each spasm that shook not only his cock, but his entire body each spasm sending more come into my mouth.
Come would have backed up in my throat and choked me, if I hadn't kept swallowing, sucking the cream from his rod as soon as it came jetting out, gulping it down.
He was so rigid, all over, that his skin was like warm pink rock, vibrating with internal tension.
He pumped his load down my sucking throat.
Then the stream of semen faded down, dribbling off, thinning to a trickle, while his cock writhed on my tongue.
A fresh load coated my gullet, slowly trickling down ...
Passion having peaked. Wade slumped like a puppet with its strings cut.
His body eased, looseness and flexibility returning as the muscles loosened. His cock stayed stiff, though ...
He stopped coming, his gurgling groans replaced by gasps for breath, chest heaving, lungs panting.
He was breathless as a marathon runner at the finish line.
But Clark wasn't finished, although he was getting there. All the while I'd sucked off Wade, Clark had fucked my pussy from behind.
His horse cock pumped, working fast now. He fondled my bottom and stroked my thighs and my corseted sides.
He held my hips and leaned into me, his weight powering his fat long stiff cock in, working it like a sex machine.
Wade stopped coming, but I kept his cock in my mouth for a while.
My eyes closed. My mouth hugged Wade's still-stiff cock. Clark's rod reamed me.
He plunged faster and faster, until his cock was a blur of motion between my legs, stroking my pussy to the boiling point.
He was a sweetie, waiting until he'd brought me to climax before letting go.
I came!
Orgasm twisted me inside-out.
Through the pleasure storming through my loins, I was distantly aware of Clark lurching into me, jamming his cock 'way deep.
His cock head lodged in the pit of my pussy, with the rest of my sex wrapping his cock tight as a rubber glove.
His massive cock bucked and jerked inside me, spurting at high pressure a mass of come which added to that melting feeling between my legs.
My own legs were weak, folded, unable to support my weight. Luckily, the stool supported me, keeping me in position.
Clark's cock pumped come into me in throbbing spasms, the come creeping into the narrowest space there was, the space between my cunt and his cock.
No matter how small it was, there was a space there-I know, for a few spurts of his cock filled my pussy with come.
The milky come was thick and creamy and soothing as it soaked into my heated sex, getting into the slippery pink walls.
My climax convulsed my cunt, so it heaved and clamped down on the rod within it, squeezing it, milking it dry.
All around me, scenes of lust boiled up. The picture of my vision shimmered, like the heat of all those bodies was sizzling through the playroom.
With Wade's cock, having pumped a load of come down my throat, now safely sheltered in my seething sucking mouth; and Clark's cock, having fucked my pussy to climax and filled it with a load of come, jammed tight and deep in my pussy, I clung weakly to the bar stool, savoring the pleasure in my body.
I rested ...
But soon, I knew, I'd be ready for yet another orgiastic round!
SPANKING
"Will you be my daddy?" I asked.
Mark didn't know what to make of that!
Mark's a neighbor and friend of Daddy and Mother. He's my friend, too. But I wanted him for a very special friend.
It was early Saturday afternoon. We were in my house, where he'd driven me when I left the country club.
I'd been at the club this morning, taking a swim. Everybody who's anybody in the neighborhood belongs to the club. Mark and Rebecca, his wife, just joined up. Daddy and some of his friends have a lot of clout in the club and they'd gotten Mark and his wife in right away.
He'd golfed nine holes this morning, and was taking a break in the clubhouse when I met him.
I know he-likes me. When he's over at our house, visiting my folks, he treats me like a kid, like the teen daughter of his good friends
Which I am.
But I'm so much more, too ... as Mark would find out.
Stephanie is my name. Everybody calls me "Steffie." Why don't you?
I'd been in my bikini when Mark saw me. He didn't look at me like I was a little girl, he'd looked at me like I was a woman.
And I'd looked right back.
I kind of accidentally on purpose bumped into him. Then I asked him real nice and sweet for a ride home.
Daddy and Mother were not at the club. Not home, either, I told Mark. Could I please have a ride home?
Sure!
Now, I was home. I hadn't changed. I wore a long t-shirt over my bathing suit. The shirt hem reached to the tops of my thighs. My brown short hair was still damp from the shower I took back at the club, to wash the chlorine from the pool out of my hair. I wore a pair of sunglasses with red plastic frames.
When Mark pulled his car into the driveway, I made like I remembered something I'd forgotten.
"Daddy left something for you," I said. "Oh?"
"Yes, some papers or something, in a folder. It's for you."
"The prospectus on the Murchison development?" he asked.
Daddy cooks up a lot of big deals, and everybody who goes in with him makes a pile of money. Daddy's got the Midas touch. Daddy'd been talking to Mark about a new deal which looked good, I guess. Mark wanted to invest ...
"I guess so," I shrugged. "I don't really pay attention to things like that. But I remember him telling me about some folder of papers.
"He wanted me to bring them to the club today, to give to you if I saw you."
That made sense everybody goes to the club on weekends.
"But I forgot," I said. "Daddy's away with Mother for the day, but I know just where he left the folder.
"Come in, and I'll give them to you!"
"All right," he smiled. "Fine."
Mark's a very handsome man. He's young-compared to Daddy and most of Daddy's men friends and real handsome and hunky.
Mark has a handsome cleancut face and athletic body. Brown hair, wavy, cut short, parted on the side. Clean shaven face. Brown eyes. He'd got some red color in his face from being out on the links this morning. He wore a sky-blue sportshirt with an emblem of a pair of golf balls on tees stitched over his chest, on the left breast pocket. He wore a pair of beige slacks. They fit him snugly, showing his cute ass and his bulge.
It was cute, the way he tried not to stare at me.
He followed me around the side of the house, along the flagstone path. I made sure to put a special wiggle in my walk.
I wore a red bikini. It was tight very tight-top and bottom. At the bottom, my ass cheeks showed some skin, just oozing out of the too-tight bikini.
I keyed off the burglar alarm, unlocked the door. Mark followed me in. I locked the door and switched the alarm back on.
"We're all alone in the house," I said. "Isn't that nice?"
"Heh heh." He smiled like everything was all perfectly innocent. Maybe it was with him. Our house is two stories tall, not counting the attic, a big house with a verandah, brick front, white pillars.
I ran upstairs, making sure everything was ready.
A minute later, I came back downstairs, smiling at Mark.
"It wasn't where I thought it was, but I know where it is," I said.
Mark followed me through the ground floor of the house.
"I'm sure the folder is in Daddy's study," I said.
Daddy's study is in a room added on to the rest of the house. It's a big room. Very mensy, very Daddy.
There was his big wooden desk, chair, computer covered with a plastic cloth. The walls were paneled in dark brown wood real wood Mother hates artificial things and insisted Daddy use natural furnishings. There was a bookshelf filled with all sorts of volumes. Framed plaques and awards and photographs hung on the walls.
Running along the wall opposite his desk, was a long leather couch. Daddy used it for catnaps, when he burned the midnight oil.
Used it for other things, too.
The study held everything but Daddy. It seemed like he'd just stepped out for a minute, and would be right back.
"C'mon in," I said. "I knew it's here somewhere!" Mark entered.
I stepped behind him and pulled the door closed. Didn't lock it, though.
Before Mark could ask questions, I pressed myself against his front. I wrapped my arms around him, leaned into him, kissed him.
"H-hey!"
He laughed uneasily. I rubbed my titties against his chest. I tilted my hips and rubbed them against his bulge.
My body was still damp from the shower and had soaked into my long white T-shirt so it clung to me.
Trying to make like it all was a joke, Mark stepped back, trying to slip free from me. I kissed his lips.
He pulled his face away, reached back behind me, took my hands off his shoulders and freed himself-he thought.
He was sweating already.
"Whoa! Easy does it, Steffie!"
"Easy doesn't do it," I said, licking my lips. "Hard does it!"
He held up his hands as if trying to push me away, even though I was out of reach. "Now, hold on a minute, Steffie "
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Don't you like me?! "
"Of course I like you!" he squawked. "As a friend!"
"I'm very friendly ... "
"I can see that!" he said.
"Don't you find me attractive? Hmmmmmm?"
"Certainly! You're a lovely young lady--even though you're not acting very lady-like at this time!
"Wait a minute hey, no-what are you doing, Steffie?! Wait "
I peeled off my T-shirt. A good look at me in my red bikini should work wonders. I tossed the shirt on Daddy's desk.
Mark's eyes narrowed. Maybe he didn't want to look, but he couldn't help it.
I knew what he was seeing I've studied myself in front of the mirror, clothed and naked, enough times to know my looks:
Dark brown hair, cut straight and fine, short and sassy. Face of a teen model. I've been asked to model, too, by some fashion industry friends of Mother's she used to be a model before she married Daddy.
I'm tall, leggy. My titties are a pair of hard apples, the same size and shape, placed on top of my rib cage. Now, they were wrapped in the bikini top, its red cups too tight for me, pushing my bust out. Long lean body, flat belly, with an inny bellybutton. My hipbones stick out. Red bikini bottom stretched tight in a scarlet triangle, hugging my pussy and my rear. Long, long legs.
"You know you want it," I said.
Mark was in trouble, 'cause I stood between him and the door, and if he wanted to get out, he had to go by me.
"Steffie!" Mark said, gasping, "I I'm shocked!"
I stood with my hands on my hips.
"I'll bet there weren't any papers here for me!"-the way he said it, it was like a light bulb went on over his head.
"That's right," I said. "I made it up, to get you in the house! And now that you're here-what are we waiting for? Hmmmm?"
He tried to bluster, but it wasn't working.
"You're a beautiful girl, Steffie "
"So they tell me. You can find out for yourself, just how beautiful I am!"
" But I'm old enough to be your father!"
"So what? Anyway, I like men. Real men."
"Your parents-Clark, and Grace how could I ever face them if I...? "
His voice trailed off when I reached behind my back, for the fastening of my red bikini top.
"Wait a minute, Steffie, don't take that off--ulp!" Too late!
I unhooked the bikini top and slipped it off, my titties popping free, jiggling, showing their little pebbly pink nipples.
Mark stared.
I moved closer. He blinked, breaking the trance. His eyes bulged when I cupped my titties and felt them up.
The tingling nipples got all stiff and throbbing.
"If you're worried about me getting knocked up," I said, "don't! Worry, that is! I've been on the Pill since I was a kid!"
"You're still a kid!"
"Want to bet?"
"I don't know whether to kiss you or spank you!" he declared. "Why not do both?" ". . . .Huh?"
"I'm a bad girl," I said, "a very bad girl!" "I'll say!"
"Daddy knows how to handle me when I'm bad. He takes me across his lap and spanks my bare bottom until it's hot and red!"
Mark gulped.
"But Daddy isn't here right now," I pouted. You are, though! Won't you be my daddy? And give me what I need?
"I really need a spanking," I went on. "And after I get one, I'll be a good girl for you--good in bed! You can do anything you want to me, anything!"
"How-Steffie, you're an extremely lovely young lady! But I'm a married man!"
I giggled.
"Just because I'm young, doesn't mean I'm dumb," I laughed. "Think I don't know the score around here? Everybody's married, but that doesn't keep them from fucking each others wives and daughters!"
"But your parents-my friends," he choked, "how could I ever face Clark and Grace after having been with you?! "
"It'll be a lot easier than having to face them if I tell them you tried to molest me! More than tried!"
"Me?! Why, you're the one who-"
"The one who gets what she wants," I said. "I want YOU! And I'm willing to play dirty to get what I want!
"Don't be a boy scout," I told him. "Wise up! Or do you think that I'll tell your wife?! Hah! You won't be the first of my folks friends I'v e had!"
He rubbed his chin.
"You should be spanked!" he swore.
"That's what I've been telling you all along," I said.
PART TWO
Mark was just mad enough at me to make the spanking interesting ... and hot enough to make it sexy.
First, we kissed.
I pressed up against him, rubbing him. This time he didn't pull away.
My naked titties pressed his hard chest. My stiff nipples scraped against the weave of his sport shirt, sending little shivers of sensation through them.
This time, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me.
My head tilted back. His came down, fastening his mouth on mine. Sparks flashed when his lips crushed mine.
I opened my mouth.
He put his tongue in it.
THAT was more like it!
His lips were glued to mine. His tongue tasted my mouth. My tongue rubbed his.
His hands stroked my back. Long and lean, my back was bare down to where the red bikini bottom covered me.
His hands drifted down to my rear and held on. He gripped my cupcake cheeks, one in each hand, feeling them through the bikini.
I rubbed my hips against his crotch. His soft bulge wasn't--
Wasn't soft, that is. But it bulged bigger than ever as his cock got hard when I rubbed my crotch against it.
"Ummmmmmm," I murmured, feeling it grow. His cock felt good and hard and hung.
I slid my mouth out from under his, coming up for air. He breathed hard. Me, too.
"Spanking first," I said.
"You don't need that "
"Yes, I do! I really do!"
Mark put his hand on my titties, playing with them.
"It gets me hot," I said, "spankings. I don't know why, but it just gets me hotter than anything!"
He rubbed my stiff throbbing nipples. "Does Clark spank you?"
"When I'm bad," I said.
"What else does he do to you?"
"I ll tell you all," I sighed, "later!"
Stepping back from him, I got loose from his embraces. "Spanking first!"
"I'm going to enjoy this," Mark said. "You really do have it coming, you little tease!"
Now you've got the idea," I said, shaking with excitement.
He caught me by the wrist and hustled me over to the leather couch, my stiff-nippled titties bobbing as he hauled me along.
He sat down and pulled me across his lap.
"Ahhhhh ... " I sighed. I felt hot and dreamy. Stretching across his lap with my bottom turned up was like coming home.
My head hung down. My bare titties bobbed against his thigh. His legs were strong, muscular, powerful.
like the hard cock between his legs, which my hips pressed down on.
Mark squeezed my buns through the bikini.
"You've got a very spankable ass!" he said.
"Daddy always spanks me on the bare." I wiggled my bottom.
Mark slammed his palm down on it.
Crack!
"Ouch!"
Chuckling, Mark pulled down my bikini bottom, off my behind. Seams tore as he pulled the bikini down off my ass. It fell to my knees.
My bare ass was turned up to him, cheeks quivering.
Pussy quivering.
His hand hesitated on my ass. He stared at my pussy, I knew. I let him look for a couple of seconds before closing my thighs.
I rubbed my crotch against his hard-on.
Mark moved me on his lap, positioning me better. He put his hands on my bottom and felt it up, stroking and squeezing.
He only felt the cheeks-not inside. Not my little ass-hole.
Not yet.
"Don't be afraid to hurt me," I said. "It's no good unless it hurts!"
"Giving orders about how you'll be spanked?! That won't do!"
He spanked me.
He was a young man, strong, forceful. But I guess he hadn't given many spankings. He and his wife were a young married couple with no kids. I guess he didn't spank Rebecca, either.
At first, he was afraid to hit me too hard. But like I said, it's no good unless it's for real.
"Harder!" I said. "Harder owwwwwww!"
"THAT hard enough for you?! And THAT?!
And THAT! and THAT! and THAT!"
"Owwwwwww! . . .Yes ... . owwwww!"
Then he gave me a real good, hot spanking.
His palm crashed down on my buns. He didn't need to use a hairbrush or paddle or strap, just his bare hand, to get through to me.
Each time he slammed down his palm, he rocked all of me. My bottom stung after only a few hits. He kept on pouring them on.
My ass tingled-then stung-then burned.
First, it only hurt when he hit me. Then, the bottom flesh tingled with hot soreness, even between the spanks. Then my bottom burned by itself, so when he swatted it, it really ached!
It got to me. Spankings always do.
My eyes stung. Wetness misted them. Then some fat tears spilled down, dribbling down my cheeks ... cheeks of my face.
I squirmed on his lap. I rubbed my crotch against his hard-on. The harder he spanked, the more I rubbed, and the more I rubbed his hot hard cock, the harder he spanked-really getting to me.
Heat from my burning bottom oozed into my front, mixing with the heat in my pussy, which was dripping wet.
My bikini bottom fell down my kicking legs. It hung there, wrapped around one ankle. Apart from that, I was naked.
I didn't keep my thighs closed any more, so he could see the thin pink lips of my slit under my reddening ass.
"Owwww! Please, no more!" I cried.
"Ohhhhhh, no!" he said, tightening his hold. "This is what you wanted! You've got a spanking coming to you, and I mean to see you get all of it!"
He slammed my sizzling bottom with hard swats, really beating my behind!
"Please, please! I'll be a good girl!"
He kept right on spanking me. It hurt, but it was so real, since I was aching to stop the spanking, but couldn't do a thing to stop it.
Then suddenly, it stopped, like a pounding rainstorm that just blows away.
Pain didn't stop.
Hot pain, burning my bottom. My ass felt swollen, as much as I could tell, which wasn't much, since it still burned so much.
My sobs sounded loud in the silence after the spanking. His hard breathing was loud, too.
"No more!" I sobbed. "Please! I I'll do anything you want! Anything!"
PART FOUR
My ass blazing, I straddled Mark, smearing his face with my tears as I kissed him. The backs of my thighs were on the tops of his thighs, I held his strong shoulders and straddled his open thighs, wetly kissing him. He held my hips.
My ass was red and burning.
Mark groped me.
He was past all that how-could-lever-face-your-dear-parents? stuff he'd been handing out earlier. He was into it now, all the way into it.
He liked loved-it!
My sore hot ass showed how much he'd gotten into spanking me. And when I squirmed on his lap, sobbing, trying to twist away from his hurting hand, when my pussy had rubbed his hard cock-he'd rubbed back.
Now, he felt me up. He handled my titties, one in each hand. He squeezed them, played with stiff nipples.
He pressed his face to my titties, nuzzling them. Kissing, licking.
He nibbled one of my nipples, holding it in his lips, licking it.
He reached for my crotch.
I gasped when he touched me there, but I went right on kissing him, more passionately than ever.
His fingers found my wetness. He chuckled when he saw how wet I was. I got wetter from the way he handled me.
He rubbed my pussy lips, then slipped--stuffed-his middle finger in me. I was wet, so it went in easy, but I was tight, too, so that finger filled me.
Mark sucked my nipples and finger fucked me.
He put his hand on my hot ass. I screeched, my breath hissing. He chuckled some more, as he felt up my ass.
"That sure is hot!"
"Ow! Ouch! Owwwwwww!" "And you just keep getting hotter and wetter!"
One hand worked my front, the other hand worked on my hot ass.
I closed my eyes, held his shoulders, bit my lip. I slid my hands down on his hard chest, his flat belly, his-
His bulge.
And it was a bulge. His hard-on rose up in his pants like a mountain. I rubbed, squeezed, stroked it.
Mark moaned, too.
"Fuck me," I whispered. "Stick it in me!"
"How you talk!" he gasped from the way I was handling him.
"Give me that good hard cock! Stick it in my mouth!"
His hands eased and I slid off his lap. I didn't go far, only down to my knees with my head level with his crotch.
"Put it in my mouth!"
I reached for his pants, for the catch. Mark held my hands and took them away and stood up, reaching for his belt.
I wouldn't have minded if he'd taken off that belt and used it on me, on my ass, strapping me for being such a teen tease.
But then I would have had to wait to suck him.
As it was, there was no wait. Mark opened belt, pants, fly. White cotton undershorts showed when he pulled his pants down from his hips.
His shorts swelled from his stiff cock.
He pulled down his underpants. His hard-on flopped in my face.
Moaning, I took hold of it with both hands. It was hard and hot. I rubbed my face against it.
He stroked my head, my hair. He took hold of his cock.
Mark pressed his cock head to my mouth.
I kissed it.
Then licked it.
Then took it in my mouth.
My lips were wet-I'd licked them. Mark's hard-on was wet I'd licked it, too. The slippery rod slid right across my lips and tongue.
It felt GOOD to have my mouth filled with a cock. I closed my eyes and wrapped my mouth around it and sucked.
Mark sighed and gasped and groaned. His hands pressed my head, moving it.
I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking. His thick cock stretched my lips at the corners, squashed my tongue.
When he pushed his cock in, my nose pressed his woolly bush. That's how deep I took it. It burned hotter with each stroke.
Men get a kick out of seeing their stiff fat cocks pumping in my mouth, fucking my angel face.
But they get even more of a kick from how good I suck them. Not many girls my age can suck cock so well.
But then, I've had lots and lots of practice!
Saliva spilled down the corners of my mouth, wetting my chin. I pulled my head back so his cock pulled out until only its head was between my lips. Then I sucked and slurped on the head, and rubbed it against the roof of my mouth.
Then I took the cock all the way out of my mouth. It was red and wet and throbbing in front of my face. Twitching.
I rubbed it against my face. Spit mixed with tears.
Mark groaned some more when I licked his balls. The hair on them was fine as wire, no, thread, long and black. His bush was more curly.
His balls rippled as my tongue rolled over them.
Mark couldn't hold back any longer. He put his cock back in my mouth.
After all that ball-licking and face-rubbing, it didn't take him too many more strokes to come in my mouth.
He babbled for me to be sure and swallow it As if I wouldn't!
When he came, I pushed my head forward, taking his cock as deep as I could.
He came heavily. I had to suck and swallow as fast as I could, to keep from choking on all that goo.
But I got it all. My mouth milked him.
Mark sighed, slumped, panted. His cock shivered in my mouth. Each throb oozed another come droplet out.
His come trickled down my throat, slow and sweet.
I held his cock in my mouth a long time. He stood there with his cock planted in my mouth, oohing and aahing as it twitched on my tongue.
My hands rubbed my ass, trying to take some of the soreness out. I only made it sting worse by touching it, but that was okay.
Mark wanted to fuck me.
When he took his cock out of my mouth, it was still hard. I smacked my lips, tasting his come in my mouth.
I got on my hands and knees and turned, facing my red ass to him, and my pussy. I shook my ass, wiggling it for him.
He peeled off his shirt-it was wet with big dark patches of sweat. His undershirt. Naked above the waist. Below, too, with pants and shorts down at his feet.
He slid off the chair and stood on his knees on the floor behind my behind.
He put his hands on my ass.
I squealed.
He slapped and squeezed it. His other hand rubbed me between the legs.
"God! I'm so hot!" I moaned.
He pressed his cock against my ass. His rod was red, rubbery, sticky wet. It twitched when he rubbed it against my hot red ass.
He hooked his arm under my belly, guided his cock down to my pussy, pressed its head against my thin pink slit.
"Oh! Oh!"
His cock head opened, entered me, a big fat knobbed ball of flesh. He pushed his hips forward, shoving his cock into me.
It was big and I was hot and wet, but tight, too, so his rod stretched me as he sank it in me.
I groaned as he entered me. He put it in all the way, holding it there for a little bit while he felt me up.
Then he fucked me.
He held my hips and plowed his cock in me. My palms pressed the floor and the side of my head did, too, while my red ass was raised up high.
He reached under me and took hold of my titties. His cock was deep in me. He pulled my titties, pinched the nipples.
Then he took hold of my hips and fucked me some more.
He was still fucking me when Mother came in.
PART FIVE
Mother strapped Mark while I played with myself.
Mark, naked, crouched on the floor. His arms were folded on the floor and his face was buried in his hands.
Lots of raw red marks striped his bottom.
Mother wore a white negligee, with lots of fluffy gauze and trimmings of bows and ribbons. It was all full, silky, and see-through. With the desk lamp shining behind her, her slim, leggy form was outlined under the wrappings.
Mother is very lovely, with ash-blonde hair, a cool lovely elegant face, emerald eyes, perfect features. Her body is slender with lovely limbs and sharp-pointed firm breasts and long legs.
She's not my birth mother. She's my step-mother, Daddy's second wife. But I'm closer to Mother than I've ever been to my real mother. She my real mother-didn't like the games Daddy and I played. She played them, too, but she didn't like them. But before she made her move. Daddy had some pictures taken of her in secret, showing her doing all kinds of perverted things, and he threatened to send copies to everyone she knew, all her relatives and friends, if she ever so much as whispered the kinds of games we all used to play. She was shaken and took her settlements and alimony and didn't make a fuss.
Daddy got custody of the kids, too.
Then he took up with Grace Mother.
She's so cool and elegant and poised in public, that you could never imagine the wild and kinky things she loves to do.
She's a perfect match for Daddy ... for me, too.
We'd arranged this all, of course. Mark was in the same swing group as my folks. But Mother wanted him for her own, to play kinky games that they don't play with their regular group. Adults can be so stuffy sometimes!
I knew Mark's schedule, and bumped into him on purpose at the club. After he agreed to drive me home, I called Mother at our house.
When I came home, I went upstairs to see her. Then I went back downstairs and came on to Mark and got him to spank me.
And you know about that.
But it was all a set-up. Mother easily sneaked up to Daddy's office. Mark was too busy fucking me to pay attention to anything else.
And, of course, he was sure the house was empty.
Then, right when Mark was really stroking and getting into fucking my pussy, Mother burst into the room.
Mark was so surprised, he jerked back and pulled right out of me, right when he was about to come.
He squawked, grabbed his cock-
And came!
He'd been just about ready to come and when he grabbed his cock the touch of his hand set him off and he squirted.
Come jetted from his cock. Some spilled on my ass. Mark yelped, holding his cock with both hands and trying to cover it and catch the come.
"GGrace!" he gasped. "Oh, God! What-what are you doing here?! " He practically shrieked, he was so upset.
She was real cool. She acted like she'd caught me necking with a boyfriend. She was amused sophisticated.
"I wanted to catch you doing something like this," she said, "and now you'll have to admit you've been fairly caught!"
Mark stopped coming. He looked cornered, eyes darting this way and that. He was devastated.
I got up from the floor, rubbing my sore ass.
Mark started for his clothes, but Grace moved to stand between him and them. So, he kept crouching on the floor.
"No," she said, "naked is how I like you!"
"Gr ace please, I don't understand "
She told Mark the facts of life. I'm under-age. He isn't. He could get in a lot of trouble about that, if anybody wanted to press the issue. But why get ugly? They were all friends-more than friends. Grace was very fond of Mark. She wanted to get to know him better, even more intimately than in the swing group. Mark interested her. He had potential. Only he was in need of training for proper development. She would train him.
That wasn't exactly the way she said it, but you get the idea. She said it in her cool, honeyed voice that could make you shiver just to listen to it. Mark's confusion was replaced by the knowledge of what she wanted.
"Training? What kind of training?"
"Oh, you've already had a taste of it with Steffie-only then you were giving it. Now, you'll be on the other end."
"You-this can't be serious you don't want to spank me?! "
"Spank? Oh, no ... I had something a bit stronger in mind. But nothing that a strong young man like you can't stand!"
Her gauzy negligee brushed his face. Her hand ruffled his hair.
"Afterward, I'll instruct you on how to please me," she said. "You'll like that! But first-your punishment!"
Mark was hesitant, until she opened her negligee, sweeping it back, showing her perfect body in a white satin bra, garter belt, panties, stockings. He fussed and fidgeted and squirmed, but he was already lost to her spell.
So there he crouched, with his head down and his ass turned up while Grace stood over him, strapping him.
He worried about the marks-she told him he'd just have to hide them from his wife until they healed.
"Or you can tell her how you got them," Grace suggested. "I have a feeling that Rebecca might be more than a little interested in joining our menage!"
She let him off easy, with only a dozen strokes from his own belt, held looped double in her hand for added striking power.
Eyes moist, hands rubbing a sore bottom, Mark looked up at Grace, waiting for her next command.
Grace looked very sexy, in her cool stylish way, standing there in her gauzy negligee, lingerie, holding the doubled strap loop resting against her taut thigh.
Mark sniffled. Not looking back, he rubbed his sore smarting ass, wincing as he put his hands on his bottom flesh.
Grace stood by him, folds of her negligee brushing his face. Her hand stroked his bowed head.
"Grace-this is so strange, so strange!"
"You seem to be adjusting to it readily enough," she said, patting his head. "This proves it!"
By "this!" Grace meant his cock, which was hard.
To make sure he got the message, she daintily swept back the folds of her negligee, uncovering a long stockinged leg. Lifting her high heeled foot, she nudged Mark's jutting cock with it.
"Yes," Grace said, "you certainly seem to be taking properly to the treatment! Now, mind your manners-be sure to thank me for punishing you!"
Mark thanked her, stumbling over the words.
"You can express your thanks in a more tangible way," she said. "No, don't bother to kiss the belt! Since it's your belt, there would be little purpose in that!
"No, instead you can show your humble appreciation by kissing my-shoe! My shoe, for starters!"
He lowered his head to her foot and lovingly kissed it. His head was bowed and his striped ass stuck up.
And his thick hard cock jutted down.
After he'd kissed both feet, Grace said:
"I know how well you use your mouth, Mark, from some of our earlier encounters with the group. That was one of the main reasons I chose you for this!
"But the group is large, and time is short, and our little get-togethers don't allow the time to devote to individual attention!
"I know you want it, Mark! Admit it you adore me!"
"Frankly ... yes! I have from the moment I first saw you!"
"If you want to be with me, you'll have to serve my pleasure!"
"I'll give you whatever you want--anything!"
"Of course you will," she said. "Stand up."
Groaning from his sore bottom, Mark got to his feet. His hard cock aimed its head at the ceiling, it stood so firm and rigid.
Grace took his belt and looped it around the back of his neck, holding its ends in her hands, pulling his head down so it was bowed.
She kissed his forehead. "Here remove my robe."
Turning her back to him, she slipped the gauzy pink and white negligee off her slim shoulders.
"Now my bra ... "
His hands shook as he fumbled with the catch at the back of her bra. His sweaty face reddened as he fumbled with the catch.
Finally, he got it open and Grace took it off, showing her perfect pear-shaped breasts when she turned to face him.
Mark was allowed to kiss both perfect nipples.
"Hey!" I said. "What about me?! "
"I suppose you deserve some kind of reward," Grace said. "You did very well today, Steffie!"
"Thanks," I said.
"Steffie's in training," Grace explained. "She's my assistant submissive to me, but sometimes I let her practice domination on my men."
"Men? You mean there are more than one--
"But of course!" Grace said. "Or do you think that I'm so unsightly that you're the only one interested in me?"
"No, no, of course not-"
"Hmmmmm ... since you spanked Steffie's bottom, it's only fair that you kiss it and make it better!"
She made Mark get down on his hands and knees. I turned my back to him, looking down over my shoulder at him, my hands on hips.
My bottom, red and sore, loomed in front of his face. His lips already were puckered up, like he longed to kiss and lick.
I leaned back and shoved my ass in his face.
Moaning, Mark pressed the first of many kisses on it ...
