My pussy was well lubricated, but still, I'd have welcomed a jar of Vaseline. When I raised my hips, pulling his cock from my cunt, it felt like my pussy was turning wrong side out. When only the head of his cock remained between the lips of my cunt, I began a slow, downward descent. You can believe I didn't drop full force onto his prick. This was a cock a gal had to handle with care.
When I was confident I was master of the situation, I began to grind my hips and hump my cunt onto his massive cock with force. I started my cunt muscles squeezing and pulling on his cock. I was pleased to see the flashes of pleasure that darted from his eyes, each time my pussy sucked and nibbled at his prick.
I rolled to my back and pulled him atop me. I spread my thighs as widely as possible and began shoving my pussy to him. He found my rhythm and began shoving the cock to me. I felt his cock begin to swell and thump, and I knew he was about to shoot his warm sperm deeply into my cunt.
I kept my cunt muscles working at a furious pace, and, as I searched his mouth with my tongue, I felt his body jerk. I spread my thighs as widely as possible and pulled his hips tightly into my crotch. His cock ploughed its full length into my cunt, and I felt his warm sperm splash deeply into virgin territory.
I humped my cunt onto his prick, squeezing and sucking with my cunt muscles, draining his balls of all the fuck juice I could get....
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CHAPTER ONE
As this was my first day at school, I didn't get to come home with Marcy and Jim. Being a beginner to a new school, I had to stay and give some information to a couple of my teachers. But, as we didn't live far from school, I hadn't minded coming home alone. I had read the note from Aunt Cindy, saying she and Uncle Dick were calling on friends in the adjoining town of Carstairs and wouldn't be back until later in the evening. I nibbled until I found sandwiches she'd left for us kids, and, getting a glass of milk, I munched a sandwich and drank milk, wondering where Marcy and Jim were.
I finished eating, went .upstairs and took a shower, and, bundling my dirty clothes in my arms, I went to Marcy's and my bedroom, bare-assed naked. I opened the door, smothered the scream that rose to my lips, but my mouth still gaped in startled amazement.
Marcy and Jim were lying on the bed, stark naked. Jimmy had his prick buried in Marcy's cunt, ball deep. Jimmy had his head buried in her tits and hadn't heard me come in the room, but Marcy-looking over Jim's head-saw me standing there with gaping mouth. Her mouth flew open, but no sound came out.
I'm sure they'd both been getting their jollies as I stepped into the door, for I never saw such a mixture of emotions on a person's face. Marcy's face showed a mixture of surprise, fear, and agonized pleasure. She suddenly grabbed Jim about the neck, her hips trembled, jumped, and jerked spasmodically. A shuddering moan escaped her lips, and she gasped: "Ohhh, oh, damn it!"
This action took place in a matter of seconds, while I stood rooted to the spot, staring.
Jim raised his face from her tits, and I heard him say:
"What's wrong, Marcy, didn't ya get your gun off?"
Marcy nodded her head in my direction. "We have company."
Jimmy looked over his shoulder, saw me standing there with my clothes bundled under my arm, still too surprised to speak.
I hardly realized their eyes were devouring my nakedness, and I wondered if they could know of the strange feeling that had taken place between my legs.
"My God!" he blurted. "How long has she been standing there?"
"Long enough." And in spite of the embarrassing situation, she giggled. "I know she ruined my popping. I only got my nuts about half off."
I later learned that this kind of talk between them was common and ordinary, when buttin' butts-an expression they had coined.
Marcy's upper teeth were worrying her lower lip, her eyes watching me intently. Her embarrassment seemed to have left her. She smiled and patted the bed beside her.
"Doris honey, come sit beside me, please. I want to ask ya something."
Still numb with surprise, I hesitantly walked over and sat on the side of the bed.
"Please, honey. You won't say anything about this to Mother and Dad, will you?" Marcy asked.
"No, of course not."
"Are you shocked?" she asked, grinning.
Jim had rolled from between Marcy's thighs and was lying on his side, his eyes traveling over my body. My eyes were glued to his cock. Honestly, it was the first time I'd ever seen a boy's prick, and though it was in a flaccid condition, I thought it awfully big, and I later learned it was a shade larger than the average boys of sixteen.
"Well, yes," I answered truthfully. "I know a little about sex. My mother explained things to me, but I've never seen anything like this."
"Are you a virgin, honey?"
"Yes. In fact, the only time boys have ever kissed me was at birthday parties, when we played games."
"Lord, I can't understand that," she said, her hand cupping one of my rather large breasts. "You're so pretty, and as well developed as you are, you could pass for sixteen, even seventeen. It's a wonder the boys haven't been after your pussy long ago. Honey, you certainly have pretty breasts. Already, they're big as mine, and I'm two years older than you. Jim, feel how firm and full her titty is, and look how big and pink the nipples are."
I don't know why I didn't avoid his hand, perhaps because Marcy's fingers had been tweaking the nipple of my tit, and the most enjoyable sensations I'd ever experienced were happening between my thighs. I felt my face get warm at her suggestion, but I made no protest when Jim's hand cupped my other tit, and his fingers began rolling and massaging the nipple.
There's no use in prolonging the telling of my first experience at fucking. Jim and Marcy had played with my tits, and Marcy had stole a hand to my pussy and caressed my miniature passion button, until I was putty in their hands.
You better believe I didn't care for that first prick. I fought, cried, screamed bloody murder, but Jim kept shoving his prick into me. And Marcy, the devil, helped hold me and tried to soothe me with words and an occasional kiss on the tit.
After he got through my hymen and began to move his prick back and forth into my cunt, I began to feel a slight, pleasant sensation, but nothing like the wonderful feelings of untold bliss True Confessions told about. As far as I was concerned this sex business was shit for the birds. I was bleeding like a stuck pig, I hurt, I felt remorse, and in general I was disgusted with Marcy, Jim, and most of all myself.
We were often in the house together when Uncle and Aunt were visiting, and it was inevitable that Jim would try to mount me. He did, and I let him, and I don't know why. I'll have to admit it was a little more pleasant than the last time, but still no hearts and flowers to write home about.
The screwing sessions became a habit. Every time we kids were alone, we indulged. This was supposed to be a sport that was old as time itself, but to me-nothing. I think I did it because it was supposed to be the thing to do. In other words, it was the "in" thing. On several occasions other boys and girls joined our party, changing partners whenever one decided they'd had enough of the partner they were with. There were times on these parties that we raised the windows to air out the pleasant aroma of cunt cream and cock sperm.
The delights of sex were long in coming to me. By this time I suppose I'd been fucked twenty or thirty times, and I had no trouble accommodating any of the boys I coupled with. Two or three times I got hold of boys that looked like they were cousins to a stud pony, but after a few ups and downs, I could throw pussy as hard and furious as they could push cock.
I got to the place where I got a good deal of enjoyment out of sex, but I think much of my enjoyment was from having boys hold me in their arms, kissing me, telling me how pretty I was, and raving over the beauty of my body. I began to wonder if I was destined to go through life-as some women do-never finding the wonderful delights of sex. With all the fucking I was getting, I still hadn't experienced that body shuddering, agonizing delight of a climax. I heard other girls talking, telling how many times this or that boy had popped them, telling how certain boys put them in orbit, and to all this I could only laugh and say I liked so and so, roll my eyes, and pretend I found an Elysian paradise when he cocked me, but even as I pretended I wondered if it would ever happen.
CHAPTER TWO
On a Friday night Uncle and Aunt took their weekly visit to the friends in Carstairs where they had their weekly bridge game. We called some boys and girls in preparation for our weekly fuckfest.
There were four couples. Jim was the only one of the boys I'd been with before. The other three boys I'd seen many times at school, but they'd never before been to any of our get-togethers. Two of the girls were only speaking acquaintances to me. The other girl was one of our regular crowd. Jim and Marcy seemed to be well acquainted with the newcomers, so I figured they were a pretty nice bunch of boys and girls.
We paired off. My first boy was Jim. The next to hump me was a boy by the name of Pete Jarvis. Pete was nice looking, well built, and he sported a beautiful cock-nothing outstanding, but his prick was as big, if not bigger, than any boy's in the crowd.
I spread my thighs, and he mounted me. He began kissing me and running his tongue into my mouth. From my mouth, his lips went to the nipples of my tits. He sucked and nibbled, first one then the other, until he had them standing stiff and erect as sentinels at attention. With long, slow strokes, he worked his cock in and out of my cunt, going ball-deep with every foreward stroke. I became more excited than I'd ever been. I felt a strange, delicious feeling building in my loins. I began to shove my cunt to him in wild, abandoned excitement. I ground my hips against his loins, and, like a bolt of lightning, it hit me. God Almighty, I thought I'd go crazy. Wave after wave of tingling, fiery fingers played through my loins, their burning an agonizing ecstasy. Nerves in my legs throbbed, jumped, and jerked, as titillating fingers of passion crawled my legs to settle in my cunt. It seemed all the tingling, pleasing, rapturous feelings in the world were gathering in my cunt. I felt the juices flow from my gash as I spasmed again and again. I didn't realize my lips were babbling such obscenities as:
"I'm busting my nuts. Fuck me, Pete. Fuck me. Ohhh, you wonderful, wonderful boy. Don't ever stop fuckin' me. Shove the cock to me, honey. Shove it deep and fast."
I felt his wetness splash in my cunt, and my hips became a whirling dervish. I rolled, rotated, and ground my hips against his loins. I sank my heels into the mattress, shot my gaping crotch skyward, and drove my wet cunt onto his cock with up-and-down, chopping motions. I screamed, as again and again my ovaries spasmed their juices into my sopping-wet cunt.
Dimly, I heard a voice say:
"Keerist, would you look at that girl fuck. Look at her shake that ass. Right now I'm puttin' in my bid for next."
Sixteen times that night, I reached a climax. Sixteen times my body shook, shuddered, and throbbed through those spasms. That night I wallowed in opprobrium, begging for the boys to fuck me, playing with their cocks when they were soft, going so far as to suck their cocks to hardness-introducing a practice to our group that led to mass, oral sex. I was like a demented person. That night I wallowed in the lowlands of immorality. I moaned, whimpered, and screamed--crotch cradling boys to the lofty pinnacle of sublime ecstasy-only to topple into a deep lethargy, but ready and anxious for another boy to ride me to the summit of sensual delight.
That night established me as the hottest piece of ass in town. That was the opinion of our partying crowd. Many girls would have thought this a disgraceful description of a girl, but to a girl of my type it was quite a compliment.
I graduated from high school when I was a little past seventeen. I was glad school was over, for it was my intentions to go away. I had been working nights and Saturdays in a drug store, and as Uncle Dick and Aunt Cindy wouldn't take any money for my keep, I'd managed to save a tidy sum. I'd taken shorthand and typing in school, and I figured I would go far away, get a job, and see if I couldn't make another start. By the time I'd graduated, I suppose I'd fucked a hundred boys from this town, and several times I'd let myself be picked up by older men.
I considered myself extremely lucky. In all my screwing around I'd never contracted a veneral disease, nor had I ever become pregnant. There's little doubt that my name was bandied about, but if news of my promiscuity reached Uncle Dick's or Aunt Cindy's ears they never said anything to me, nor did they treat me any differently than usual.
I drew my money from the bank, said a happy good-bye to the town of Pomroy, a sad good-bye to the Vogel family, and found myself getting off a bus in Chicago.
At this time I was an exceptionally beautiful girl, nearly six feet tall, and with a voluptuous body that won me the smiles and stares of both men and women.
I had no trouble landing a job as secretary to
Arnold Carter, President of Carter Investments & Stocks. I soon learned that Arnold Carter was single, rich, and extremely fond of pretty girls.
Arnold Carter was an attractive man. Likeable, jovial, and sportive. There was a buoyant, mirthful, heartiness about him that was catching. I was soon aware that his interest in me was more than a desire to get in my panties. I guess I'd been in his employ about six or seven months, when he began asking me to stay and work overtime. I thought, uh, oh, here it comes, for I'd noticed during the past several weeks his eyes followed my every move when he was near me.
I spent some time wondering how I'd act, what I'd say, when he made his pitch. I was very fond of the old devil, and several times when he was watching me, I'd caught a look in his eyes that was more than desire. Since the beginning of time women have usually been able to tell when a man's interest in her went deeper than the hots for her ass.
Maybe I was deluding myself, but I really believe Arnold Carter was falling in love with me. If this was true-and I felt sure it was-it didn't exactly create an unhappy situation for me. As I've said, I was terribly fond of the man. He was a genial, laughing, blithesome devil, with a personality that seemed to ooze a lighthearted, animal-spirited gaiety. And to be truthful, his possession of all that green stuff wasn't an unbearable thought. I should be extremely happy if he was in love with me, but there was one thing I kept remembering-Arnold Carter was nearly thirty-two years older than I-and I wondered about our sex life.
Being the perverted bitch I am, it seemed I was constantly craving a man. I had managed to keep from going crazy from wanting to be laid, by sneaking out of town on weekends, giving a false name, false address, and screwing any and all men available. Could Arnold take care of me in the sex department? The answer was an emphatic no. If he was in love with me, and if we should marry, would I have to cheat on him to appease my voracious appetite for sex? If he found out about my infidelity would I lose the easy life his. money gave me, possibly a black-balling among his friends, from other lucrative positions? The answer to the first question was a definite yes. And the answer to the second question was a very probable yes. I treated myself to a low chuckle, continued my work, asking myself if I wasn't crossing bridges before I came to them.
It happened on the third occasion of our overtime night work. Like the previous times, he took me to lunch, acted the likeable, animated, sportive gentleman. And when lunch was over we returned to the office to finish our work.
It happened when I finished typing the last letter and took it to him for his signature. He was standing by his desk when I handed him the letter. He took it, laid it on his desk and, putting his arms around me, pulled me to him and kissed me. For the space of a few moments I responded hungrily. Then I gently disengaged myself from his arms.
"I shouldn't have done that, Doris." (while working alone we had begun calling each other by our first names; a condition he'd requested).
Emotionally, I was terribly upset. But I saw that his eyes held something more than passion, and I held myself in check, tried to act and sound like the sensible, sophisticated woman. I made my smile friendly-nothing more or nothing less-and when I answered my voice was steady.
"There was no harm done, Arnold. I'll be truthful, I rather enjoyed it, but I think it best that it stop there."
"I'm not sorry I kissed you. I've been wanting to do that for months, but I shouldn't have gone about it in that way." The geniality that usually tinged his voice was gone. His voice was serious, and his eyes held a pleading look. "Please don't think me a lecherous, dirty old man. I'm not. I'm fond of women, yes. Perhaps too much so for a man of my age. But I'm not fond of you, Doris. I'm deeply in love with you and would like to marry you. Will you marry me, Doris?"
I think I had expected to hear these words, but like all women that hear these words for the first time, I felt an exhilarating thrill around my heart. I was a little surprised at the expression of his face. His usually genial, cheerful expression was gone, replaced by one of near melancholia, and his eyes seemed to have a lamentable expression. I nearly laughed at these sad, woe-begone expressions. Then it dawned on me that he was probably thinking of our age difference.
At this moment I realized I loved the big oaf as much as I would ever be capable of loving any man, and I felt a pang of remorse for my misspent youth. Right then and there I decided I'd be honest with this man if I never did another decent thing in my life.
"Sit down, Arnold. I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes."
His drop into his chair was a picture of utter dejection. I seated myself and began, determined to unburden my past.
"Arnold, I'm honored that you asked me to marry you. I think any girl should be, but as to my loving you, I don't know. I've never been in love, I wouldn't know what the feeling's like. I know this, I admire, respect, and like you more than any man I know. That could be love. I wouldn't know. I also know, I'd like to say yes to your question."
At this point he would have taken me in his arms, but I held him off.
"Wait. Let me finish. I'm not the girl you apparently think I am. My life has been wild and reckless. I've made too many mistakes too many .times. I'm a very passionate girl, and too many times I've let my passion carry me beyond the bounds of good sense. I came to this town to try for a new start, because, before coming here, I'd been a very much-used girl. Now, if you'd like to withdraw the question you asked me, I'll understand."
I thought the man had lost his mind. A deep rumbling guffaw rolled from his chest.
"Glory be. I've met a truthful gal. A girl that likes sex and isn't ashamed to admit it. Hells bells, honey, don't try for a new start. The old one's good enough for me. I eat, sleep, and dream sex, and that's the kind of a wife I want. It could be that I know of people, places, and things you've never heard about, and there is nobody I'd rather share my experiences with than you. Just set the date, honey. You'll find me waitin', ready, and anxious."
CHAPTER THREE
We were married six months before my nineteenth birthday, flew to Florida for our honeymoon, and before we returned from Florida I learned my husband possessed a sexual prowess that was unbelievable.
I was surprised when I first saw him naked. Arnold-or Arnie, the name he liked for me to call him-was nearly fifty years old, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on his muscular body. His muscles were firm and his body an even tan. A condition that was kept by the aid of sun lamps, gym workouts, and an excellent masseur. His cock? Brother! When I got a look at that hunk of meat, dangling between his legs, my mouth flew open, and I'm sure my eyes got as big as quarters.
When he saw the look on my face, a rumbling laugh rolled from his-chest. He grabbed the damned thing-which was not yet in a hardened state-and shook it under my nose. I'd have bitten the damned thing, but I wasn't sure I could get it in my mouth.
"How do ya like the looks of that cock, baby? That's a full-grown, man-sized cock."
I sometimes thought Arnie boasted a little of his dong and sex prowess just to let me know that in spite of his age he had a larger tool and could use it longer than men of a much younger age.
Arnie was a robust man, vigorous and hardy, sometimes a little coarse and boisterous, but he had a laughing, likeable personality to go with these qualities. To me he was kind and loving, never once showing a jealousy of my past. Oh, he would at times laugh and joke about something in my past, something he had asked me about and I had answered truthfully, because I swore I would always play it honest with him. I never ceased to be surprised at some of the things he did and said.
Arnie, as I've said, had a strange, loveable personality, which gradually led us to joke about sex, tell of our personal experiences, and in general, call a spade a spade, and not an implement to dig holes with. The first surprise he gave me-which was the very beginning of our frank, open discussions-happened on our wedding night, the night he shook his cock in my face and boasted that it was man sized and full grown.
I was staring at his cock while shivers ran up and down my spine. I'd seen a lot of cocks, but never one like his. I hesitantly took hold of it and shuddered. I couldn't completely span it with my fingers, even though it was not completely hard.
"I sure as hell hope it's full grown," I stammered. "I'd hate to think it was goin' to grow any bigger. I've never seen any cock to compare with it."
I stretched out on the bed and spread my thighs. I was anxious to try his cock, but I had apprehensions as I spread my thighs as far as possible, for I felt I was going to be stretched from asshole to navel.
Arnie was staring at my cunt with rapt admiration. He reached a hand to my crotch, spread the lips of my cunt, and slid his finger between the wet walls of my pussy. His touch was a tender caress, and his facial expression bordered on awed reverence. As he stared at my cunt, he opened his mouth, and I got my first surprise, the forerunner of many to come.
"God, but it's beautiful," he muttered. "Honey, you may have done a lot of fuckin', but no cock has ever hurt this little pussy. Here's a cunt that's in mint condition. Have you ever had your pussy sucked, honey?"
To say I was surprised would be putting it mildly, but I gave him a truthful answer:
"Yes, I've been sucked off before."
His deep-chested laugh rumbled forth.
"Well, I'll be damned. I thought I'd get to introduce you to that delight, but I can't blame the guy that beat me to it. I think most any man would like to taste this pussy."
I wondered how much more of my past I should reveal. But he didn't seem to mind that a man had sucked me off, so I took the bull by the horns. I wrinkled my nose and pouted my tongue at him, in what I hoped was a provocative manner.
"Who said it was a man that sucked me off?"
He bellowed out with a guffaw I'm sure other residents of the hotel heard, and one of his favorite expressions popped out:
"Well, I'll be damned. Baby, you've got an honesty about you I like, and that's something damned few women have, when it comes to admittin' their sex experiences. And I don't care whether the first was a man or a woman. I sure don't blame them. Anybody that couldn't eat this pussy, just ain't hungry, and right now I'm damned near starved."
He dropped to his knees and began nuzzling his face in my sparsely -haired mound. He spread the lips of my cunt and licked the entire length of my wet, pink gash. He took a few more licks then raised his head and grinned at me. "Did ya like that, baby?"
"Huh-uh," I said. "I don't like it, I love it. Do you like it?"
"Best I ever tasted," he chuckled. "And the prettiest. It looks like a baby's mouth and smells like a pup's breath."
He buried his tongue in my cunt, and I damned near went straight in the air as I felt the tip of his tongue flutter like the wing of a humming bird. I gurgled my pleasure with gasping breath as my hips began to jump and jerk. My husband either had lots of practice at sucking cunts or he was just naturally good.
"Ohhh, my darling," I gasped. "It feels so good I could scream."
He raised his wet mouth and grinned.
"Scream, baby. Let me know you like it."
Again his tongue shot into my cunt.
He found my passion bud and began nibbling it with his lips. My hips shot skyward, and I grabbed him by the head and held his mouth on my bud. He began fluttering his tongue over my clit, and a gurgling cry escaped my lips. I dug my fingers in his hair, and my cunt cream oozed forth.
When my juices began to move, his mouth left my clit and went to my cunt channel. I could hear him slurping my cream, and you can bet your sweet ass I was giving him a bellyful.
My spasming cunt finally stopped oozing juice, and his mouth immediately went back to my clit. I squealed like a stuck pig when he began wallowing my swollen bud between his lips. My pussy was on fire, and my hips quivered and jerked spasmodically. His tongue went to my clitoris, and he fluttered that small, extended, sensitive muscle until it throbbed and vibrated like the high-pitched string on a violin. A whimpering moan rolled from my lips, and again my juices erupted.
"My God, baby," I gasped. "I'm popping my nuts again," and again his mouth went to my cunt tunnel.
He gulped my cream to the last dribbling drop, then rose to his feet.
A shudder rippled through my body, my mouth dropped open, and I stared at his cock in wide-eyed horror. The damned thing was at full erection. It reminded me of an oversized roll of salami. Arnie saw the look on my face and laughed.
"Don't worry, honey. I'll be gentle as a lamb. Your pussy's nice and juicy, and I'll give it to you easy."
"Please do, my sweets. Honest, honey, I thought cocks like that only grew on horses and bulls. How in the hell big is it, anyway?"
A proud grin spread over his face.
"It's a full ten inches long, two and a half inches in diameter, and the head measures two and a half inches in diameter. It's pretty big, but other girls have taken it, and I'm sure you can, because I'm going to be very, very gentle with you. Baby, I love you, and I wouldn't hurt you for the world. Sweets, if you'd take it in your mouth and wet it up real good, it would help it go in easier."
"I'll suck it for you if I can get the damned thing in my mouth."
I didn't care about having him know I was anxious to get his cock in my mouth. I liked to suck cock, and, liking Arnie as much as I did, I had a feeling I'd get a great bang out of swallowing his cream. Of course, I didn't intend to suck him off, not until I was more sure of how he felt about having his wife liking the taste of cock sperm.
I took it in my two hands and began licking the massive head, around the corona, and up and down the tremendous shaft. When I had it good and wet with saliva, I stretched my mouth over the head, and I was surprised how easy it slipped between my lips. Being a big gal it's only natural that my mouth is a little large, though I've been told many times that I had soft, beautifully shaped lips. I've also been told I give a wonderful head job, and am one of the best cock suckers that ever wrapped two lips around a cock.
I sucked his cock as far into my throat as I possibly could. I slithered my tongue up and down, and around his big shaft. I really lost myself in the enjoyment of my art. I felt his cock throb and swell in my mouth, and before I knew it he took my head between his hands, holding my mouth onto his cock, shoved it farther in my mouth, and his juice gushed down my throat.
It was too late for me to show any reluctance in sucking a cock. With the first taste of his cream, I sucked and pulled on his cock-constricting my throat muscles-swallowing his warm, thick, slippery cream until I could get no more from his balls, but a few dribbles.
"I'm sorry, baby." He laughed. "I couldn't have held it back if my life depended on it."
"If that's what you wanted, I don't mind. In fact, I rather enjoyed it."
"Honey, you're good. That's the best cock suck I ever had. Have you sucked cocks before?"
"Darling, it seems you don't want to leave me an ounce of pride. I can't lie to you. Yes, I've sucked cocks before."
Another surprise. He didn't seem to care if his wife had sucked other men's cocks. He fell on my prostrate body, covering my face, eyes, and lips with tender, loving kisses. He raised his lips from mine, looked into my eyes, and whispered into my opened, passion-laden mouth.
"Forgive me, darling. I sometimes forget that women are reluctant and embarrassed to admit their sex exploits. I know I'm a sex-crazy, sex-perverted bastard, and I hope you're not sorry you married me. I don't mean to strip you of your pride." His infectious chuckle rumbled from his chest. "In fact, you got something to be proud of. You're the best cock sucker I've ever met."
I thought: you loveable old bastard. If you feel that way about me, I'll try to live up to your opinion. My understanding of him began right there. I was certain he loved me deeply but was obsessed with a sex perversion that equalled mine, and I decided right there I'd match his perverted instincts, and we'd have an oddball existence together.
I cradled him between my silken thighs, reached to his loins, and, grasping his massive cock, I began to work it between the lips of my juicy cunt. The great head of his cock penetrated the muscled ring of my cunt channel and began to plow it's way deep into my bowels, stretching and separating the wet, velvety walls of my pussy.
True to his word, Arnie was gentle and tender. Twice I had to stop his penetration, wiggle, squirm, and settle my ass in a more comfortable position. At last I felt his huge balls nudging the crack of my ass, and I knew I had him completely cunt covered.
He pressed his lips to mine, and his tongue probed deep into my mouth. I threw my cunt onto his prick in easy, tenative thrusts-testing my ability to let him ram me without feeling discomfort. When I was sure I could accommodate him without the slightest pain, I turned myself loose-using every trick I'd ever learned-deciding to give him the kind of sex he craved, match his obscene talk, and give him one of the best fucks he'd ever had. I began working my cunt muscles, constricting and loosening them rapidly.
He groaned in pleasure, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I sucked and laved his tongue with my own, as his mighty cock bored in and out of my throbbing cunt. I loosened our kiss and bit him playfully on the lip.
"Baby, you like sex, so you're goin' to get it," I whispered to him. "I'm goin' to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm goin' to do more tricks on the end of your cock than a monkey can do in a forest full of trees."
With these words I snuggled his prick deep in my cunt and rolled him to his back. Lying atop him, I raised myself to a sitting position. I then raised my ass until only the head of his big prick was cunt sheathed. Then, with terrific force, I pounded my cunt onto his cock, at the same time working my cunt muscles furiously. I fed him the nipple of one of my tits, all the while rotating, rolling, and grinding my gaping cunt onto his cock.
I felt his prick thump and throb in my cunt. I pressed my ass tightly against his loins, humped my cunt backwards and forewards on his cock, cunt-sucked his cock with quick, short nips, and damned if the horny, loveable, old bastard didn't splash his warm gizzum deep in my cunt.
My mouth popped open in surprise, for the sweet old devil never gave me a sign that he was ready to flood my cunt with his hot sperm. I looked down at him, and he had an impish grin on his face, and I realized he'd deliberately sneaked a fuck into me, without a change of facial expression. He had caught me unprepared, and I again fed him the tit he'd dropped, and hunched my cunt onto his still-hard cock. I only slid my wet cunt up and down his thick cock a couple of times when my pussy juice flowed over the head of his cock.
He rolled me to my back and began smothering my face with kisses.
"Darling," he whispered, "I'm glad I found you. You're the kind of wife I've been looking for. Your sex tastes match mine, and you're not ashamed to let me know it. I love you with all my heart, baby, and I love the tricks you can do with your beautiful little cunt."
I was sure I now had him correctly categorized, and I was determined to give him the off-beat sex talk, actions, and dialogue he seemed to like.
"Darling, I'm happier than I can tell you, for you loving me. I'm sure now that I feel the same about you." I kissed him and gave him an impish grin. "I'm also happy that you love my tricky pussy. I once had a fellow describe my pussy as a caper-cutting-cock-cuddling cunt."
He hugged me and laughed uproariously.
"That fellow certainly knew what he was talking about."
CHAPTER FOUR
That first night of our honeymoon was the beginning of a life that was filled with my husband's love, wife swapping, cock sucking, and cunt sucking. Before we left Florida, my husband introduced me to two groups of swappers.
These people were persons of wealth, above the average in intelligence, and I found them to be enjoyable, likeable, and exceptionally nice-looking people. These qualities were explainable as they were people of wealth.
The men kept their bodies in shape with golf, swimming, exercise, and the efforts of the best masseurs. The women had money to spend on the best of beauty aids, clothes, and keeping themselves meticulously groomed.
I was the youngest girl in the two groups. Most of these women were exceptionally pretty, for, as I've said, they spent plenty of money keeping themselves attractive.
There was a dark-complexioned, raven-haired beauty that I liked very much, and we became good friends. That is, I think we were closer than I was with any other woman in the two groups, though I was fond of them all.
This raven-haired friend was Rita Kuval, and her husband was Walt. I'd been on two parties with them. Walt was a dark-haired man of about thirty-four, slender of build, very attractive, and an abundance of personality. Walt was about twelve years older than Rita, but they seemed very much in love. I'd fucked him three or four times and found him an exceptionally good fuck, though none of the men I'd met so far could hold a candle to my husband, when it came to fucking.
Rita liked my husband's cock, and you can imagine my surprise when she stopped in our apartment one afternoon and asked me if I cared if my husband put the cock to her. I had supposed that the screwing of each other's spouses only happened at the time of a party-when all couples were gathered together-but she assured me the screwing of one's spouse took place at any time, anywhere, so long as the arrangement was agreeable with the other spouse. I broached the subject to Arnie and he gave the following answer:
"Honey, sooner or later every girl takes on each man in the group, not once but several times. We all know it happens, so what's the difference if it happens in a group, or if it happens when the husband or wife isn't present, and just so long as the opposite mate isn't offended, and, so long as the screwing happens between members of the group? Several times I've been with other women when it wasn't a group gathering. I hope you don't mind, because I sure won't mind if you exercise the same privilege."
"Well, I think it's a pretty nice arrangement, for sometimes the legal mate might not be available and the man or woman of that union feels if they don't get fucked they're goin' to start climbing walls. I think it's a sensible arrangement so long as each participant returns to their true love. I know I wouldn't want to participate in this extra pleasure if I thought it would cost me the love of my husband."
He took me in his arms and kissed me tenderly.
"Darling, I love you deeply, and I'm sure you feel the same about me. This matter of getting a little extra fuckin' is not a matter of giving your heart, love, and devotion. It's merely a matter of adding a little attraction to a marriage."
"You make it sound exciting, darling. It also gives us the chance to learn new tricks and new ways of pleasing our loved ones. You put the cock to Rita." I giggled. "I'll be an audience of one, giving advice if I think it's needed."
Rita stripped naked. I never ceased to admire her beautiful body. She had lovely breasts. They were firm, with large coral nipples. Her legs were rather long for a girl that wasn't too tall. They were well shaped and beautifully curved. Her buttocks were rounded, resembling the halves of large peaches.
As we were in the parlor, Rita spread herself on the lounge, draping one leg over the back of the lounge, letting the other leg trail over the edge, the foot resting on the floor. In this position her crotch was widely gaped, her lovely cunt freely exposed, with just a faint glimpse of her pink, inner lips peeking through her hair-fringed, pouting, cunt lips.
My mouth actually watered as I gazed at her black-haired pussy. Arnie saw me staring at her lovely cunt, gave me an impish grin, and said:
"Why don't ya give her a blow job, baby? I like a nice slippery cunt when I shove this hunk of meat in their belly."
"Yes, honey," Rita coaxed. "Please be my guest. I need a juicy cunt for his hunk of meat."
I needed no further urging. I was anxious to taste her cunt. I'd tasted many hair-pies, and to be honest I enjoyed this type of sex. That is, if the girl was clean.
I spread the soft, pouting lips of her cunt, and the delicious, musky aroma wafted to my nostril. I dipped my tongue in the wet warmth of her gash, going to her gristled, elastic clitoris.
I began wallowing this hardening muscle between my lips, tongue lashing it until it vibrated and throbbed. Rita whimpered and moaned, her head rolling from side to side. Arnie flicked the head of his cock across her lips. Her tongue flicked out, laved the head, and then her mouth opened, and she sucked it into her mouth. I saw her cheeks hollow as she drew his cock far into her throat. I glanced at his face, and a lascivious grin split his lips. He pulled his cock from Rita's mouth, stepped behind me, spread my legs and knelt between my thighs. He raised me to my knees, humping my ass skyward. I felt his cock jabbing between the cheeks of my ass, and I thought he was trying to find my cunt opening, but all at once I felt that big-headed cock poking at the opening of my asshole. I raised my cunt-dewed lips from Rita's gash and squealed:
"God, no, honey! I can't take that big thing in my asshole!"
He didn't answer me. He just cupped his fingers and shoved them in my wet cunt, and, dragging my cunt juices out, he laved the head and shaft of his enormous cock.
"Just relax, baby. Don't tighten up your asshole. You'd be surprised how far one of these holes will stretch."
He kept bathing the head of his cock with my cunt cream, even smearing his cock with juices from Rita's wet cunt. I again felt his big cockhead seeking entrance to my shitter. I squealed and tried to get away from him, but his hands held me by the hips. I thought I would faint when he broke through the muscled sphincter ring of my asshole.
I'll say one thing, my husband could use that big cock of his, giving less discomfort than men with much smaller pricks. He let me rest a few moments, letting my asshole get used to the diameter of his cock. He slowly eased his prick deep into my guts, stopping twice to let me get used to the length. His hands were at my crotch, his fingers massaging my clitoris. A delightful, tingling sensation pervaded my cunt and asshole. As this nerve-shattering pleasure mounted, I didn't know whether to shit or pop my nuts. As I got used to his big cock sliding in and out of my shitter, I began to rear my ass in the air, letting him bury his cock to the hilt on his foreward stroke.
I felt his prick begin to swell and throb in my rectum, and I began a faster lashing of Rita's clitoris. She shoved her crotch to me, and I buried my mouth between the wet, warm folds of her cunt lips. Her hips began to jump and twitch in spasmodic jerks. I opened my mouth, because I knew her cunt cream was ready to erupt. I rubbed my nose against her passion bud and opened my mouth to catch her juice, and, baby, she sure poured me a mouth full.
I backed my ass against Arnie's loins, squeezed my sphincter muscle, and his warm gizzum poured into my asshole. I was getting cream at both ends, and Arnie's fingers were twiddling my clit until my own juices began to gush. I didn't want him pulling his fingers from my cunt until I had squirted the last of my juices, so I grabbed his hand and pressed his fingers far into my pussy.
When he pulled his fingers from my gash he held his hand in front of my face. His fingers were thickly covered with my cream. He spread his fingers, and my cunt cream stretched between his fingers like a cobweb. I had no idea what his devilish mind was thinking, but I wasn't surprised when he shoved his juice-covered fingers in Rita's opened mouth. She evidently liked the taste of my cream, for she held his hand and licked his fingers clean of my juices.
This action set me on fire, and I slid from the lounge, went to the bathroom, got a wet washcloth and towel, and returning to the lounge I scrubbed his cock, dried it and began sucking it to get it hard for Rita's cunt. I felt Rita licking my thighs, and I spread my legs. She spread the lips of my pussy, and I felt her tongue slide in my cunt.
I'd had Rita before, and I knew I was in for a damned good blow job. Her tongue lazily licked and laved the soft, red, velvety walls of my cunt channel. She would run her tongue deep into my cunt, cup the tip of it, and drag my juices into her mouth. I could hear her swallowing, then back again her tongue would go for more of my juices.
I heard her begin to moan and gurgle with pleasure, and I raised my mouth from Arnie's cock to see Rita's cunt being invaded with my husband's thrashing tongue.
The sight of my husband giving Rita a blow job sent a lewd, lustful feeling through my loins. I began rolling and twisting my hips-practically washing Rita's face with my sopping-wet, widely opened cunt. She clamped her lips onto my passion bud, wallowing it between her lips. She began flicking her tongue over this sensitive muscle, and a delightful moan escaped my cock-filled mouth.
I spread my thighs wide, pressed my cunt to her lips, and that was all she wrote. I filled her mouth with so much cream it's a wonder she didn't strangle, but I heard her swallowing and slurping my juices. I heard her squeal, the sound muffled by my wet cunt lips, and I knew she'd given my husband a mouthful of her delicious cream.
I immediately but reluctantly pulled my mouth from Arnie's cock. I would like to have taken a big load of his warming gissum into my belly, but I wanted him to have a good stiff prick when he buried it to the hilt in Rita's cunt. I guess I had a little voyeurism in my oddball makeup. Because I got a hell of a kick from watching my husband bury his big cock, ball-deep, in another woman.
We rested a few minutes, laughing and joking about Arnie's big cock, standing stiff and straight as a tent pole, his balls swollen with the load of juice he hadn't got to unload.
Rita, eager for his cock, crawled atop him and straddled his hips. She grabbed his cock in one hand and with the other spread the lips of her sopping-wet cunt. Even though her pussy was wet and slippery as a bowl of jelly, with cream still dribbling from her pussy channel, it brought a lecherous grin to my face as I watched her working Arnie's big-headed cock into her wet cunt tunnel.
As she settled her ass onto his trunk-like shaft, her pink pussy lips turned inward, completely hiding the coral-pink flesh of her gash. When she lifted her ass to slide up and down on his dong, the lips of her cunt turned outward, clinging lovingly to the thick staff of his prick, grasping his shaft as though her cunt lips were reluctant to let go. By gradually sliding up and down on his thick tool, her cunt finally gobbled the entire length of it.
She pressed her widely splayed crotch against his loins, slowly increasing the force of pressure until she was satisfied she was master of the situation. She began pounding her cunt onto his cock with terrific force, driving his gigantic prick deeper and deeper into her slavering slot.
Rita fed one of her nipples to Arnie and winked at me with a lewd grin on her face. She rotated and ground her ass tightly against his loins and yelped with pleasure.
"Whoops, baby, you hit strange territory that time, but it didn't hurt a fuckin' bit. Now turn your ass loose, honey. I want you to pound that gorgeous, kidney prodding hunk of meat to me."
Rita began sucking his donkey dick with her cunt muscles, and this brought muffled gasps from his tit-filled mouth. Rita began humping her ass back and forth on the base of his shaft-massaging her passion bud-and at the same time sinking his prong deep into her vagina. He let go of her tit and growled his pleasure.
"You like it when my pussy sucks on your cock, baby?"
"You're damn right, I like it. It feels so good, I'm just about ready to splash a fuck in your hot cunt. You and my wife have better cunt-action muscles than any woman I've ever known."
"I'm glad you put me in a class with your lovely wife, and here's where I try to earn that compliment. You just shove your cock in the air and hold your ass still. I'll do the fuckin'. I'm so damned hot it feels like my fuckin' gash is on fire."
She began sliding her dripping-wet slot up and down on his huge, thick shaft, her pussy lips inverting and pouting outward with every up-anddown stroke. She humped, rolled, and swiveled her ass, causing his prick to caress and cling to the smooth, velvety walls of her wet gash. She felt the juices begin to boil in her ovaries, as his cock began to swell and thump in her vagina. She felt his warm, wet gizzum splash in her cunt, and her own cream spewed forth, washing over the head of his prick and bathing the shaft of his thick rod.
"Ohhhh," she gurgled. "You wonderful, fuckin' man. Hold them hips in the air, 'cause I'm still gushin' cunt cream. Ohhhh, Christ, but it's good. I never had anything feel so fucking wonderful in my life."
When the last droplets of cream had dribbled from her cunt, she raised her ass, and his prick slipped from her gash with a slight sucking sound.
"I don't want to lose a drop of this luscious cream," she said, and bent her head to gobble his prick into her mouth.
She licked his cock clean of her juices, kissed us both on the lips, stood to her feet and began dressing.
"Thanks to both of you lovely darlings for an enjoyable afternoon!" She laughed, removed the slip and bra she'd just put on and, spreading her legs, said, "I forgot. I'll have to take a shower. I've got cock and cunt juice running from my pussy to my knees."
I glanced at her lovely thighs, and they were streaked with juices.
Arnie chuckled and shook his semi-hard prick at her, saying:
"That's a present from this gentleman. When this old boy starts spittin' cream, he really shoots a wad."
Rita grinned and made a face at him.
"Don't go bragging, baby. Some of that's my cunt cream. I think I shot the biggest load of my life, during that last fuck. I was so damned hot I think my pussy's still seeping juice. You two excuse me while I shower."
She headed for the bathroom, her beautiful ass rippling enticingly with each step.
CHAPTER FIVE
While Rita was showering, Arnie rolled beside me, took me in his arms and kissed me, whispering in my wet, warm, passion-laden mouth:
"Spread those satiny thighs, darling. Now, I'm goin' to get me a good fuck."
"Shame on you, honey," I whispered. "Rita's a damned good fuck, and you know it. She's also a damned hot piece of ass, and I don't like to hear you say things like that. Especially, since she gave you such a good fucking."
"Yeah, I'll admit she's good, but for good screwin' I'd rather have my cock in you than any woman I know. To me, you're the best fuck of any woman I've ever tried."
I poked him in the ribs and gave him an impish, teasing grin.
"You just say those things because they're true."
"They're true, honey. Oh, I don't pass up any of the other women when we're on a party, and I sometimes bang a woman when not on a party, but she must be one of our party group and achin' for some cock. You have the same privilege, dear. Just as long as the man is a member of one of our groups, and as long as you tell me about it. If it's done this way, I don't consider it cheatin', because you haven't sneaked around about it and tried to keep it a secret. I think this adds spice and zest to a marriage. True, we're giving of our bodies, but we're not givin' of our hearts, our love and devotion. But for a good hot, passionate and truely tight cunt, I'd rather fuck you than any woman I've ever screwed, and that's the truth, so help me. You remember Billy Jamison? He was about the first one of our group that screwed you."
"Yes, I remember him. He's a medium sized, sort of heavyset man. He was the third man I screwed that night, honey. I remember him, because I thought he was a pretty good fuck," I told him, feeling an embarrassing pink suffuse my cheeks by this admittance.
"Well, I had a couple of drinks with him at the El Dorado the other day. We got to talking about parties, and he wanted to know when we were goin' to have another one, said you'd been on his mind ever since the night he screwed you. He asked me how in the hell I ever got my big cock in your pussy. He said he thought you had the tightest cunt of any woman he ever laid. Honest to God, that's what he told me, and I certainly had to agree that you're the tightest I've ever had. It made me feel damned proud when he said that, because his cock-no, I couldn't call his a cock, you'd have to call his little weenie a peter-ain't no more than five inches long, and it's about as big around as a fat cigar." He laughed long and loud, remembering the size of Billy's dick.
I laughed too, but I laughed because what Billy said made me feel very happy. I know this sounds boastful, but I've had several men tell me I had a tight cunt. I guess I was one of those fortunate women whose cunt will snugly adjust to the size of the cock that's pronging her. I know one thing. I can get a hell of a bang out of a small prick, if the man knows how to use it, just as I did with Billy that night. He was small, but you better believe he knew how to use that little prick.
Arnie was still laughing about Billy's prick, calling him needle-dick Jamison. I poked him in the ribs and stretched my body atop his, my head pointing in the direction of his feet-the old sixty-nine position. I'd just gobbled his flaccid dong in my mouth, when Rita came from the bathroom.
"Yum, yum," she giggled. "I wish I had time to suck him off, but I've got to be going."
"Get out of here, you hot-assed bitch," I said, good humoredly. "I'm gettin' this hunk of meat hard so he can give me some fuckin'."
"Don't blame ya, baby. When you get it hard, take one for me too, will you?"
Again she kissed us both good-bye, planted a kiss on the head of Arnie's cock, and called "Bye, bye," as she went out the door. I saw that the door was locked after she left and went back to sucking Arnie's cock.
I sucked his cock as far into my throat as I possibly could. I couldn't show him the expertise I would have liked to, because his cock was too damned big around, but I gave him my expert service to the best of my ability. I fluttered my tongue under the head of his prick and made fluttering circles around the corona. He was evidently well pleased, for he groaned his pleasure into the wet channel of my velvety walled vagina.
When it came to burying his tongue in a hairy collar, Arnie was one of the best I'd ever found. He fluttered his tongue in and out of my snatch with the rapidity of a piston. He liked to transfer his mouth to my passion bud, where his tongue titillated and stimulated my fast-stiffening clitty. When he got his tickling tongue targeted, my clit began to throb and my sex juices began to seep from my cunt. He would then transfer his tongue to my dripping pussy and suck my cream into his mouth.
With a feeling of devilment, I decided to pull one of Arnie's tricks-not giving evidence of nut-cracking time-and as I was ready to gush my cream, he again started sucking my passion bud. I held my excitement quiet, not letting my hips jump in a paroxysm of convulsive, shuddering spasms, as the full force of my climax erupted from my ovaries. I immediately pulled his cock from my mouth, as I didn't want him to pop his nuts. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his huge cock ploughing deep inside me, so I lay there holding his cock in my hand and shivering, as my cunt continued to pour cream into his mouth.
I could hear him slurping and swallowing my pussy cream, and when his tongue again stabbed at my clit, I whirled myself atop him and, smiling, kissed and licked his juice-dewed lips. When I'd cleaned his lips and chin of cunt cream, I raised my head and grinned.
"That was one of your tricks. I sneaked my nuts off without lettin' you pop with me."
He laughed, and, reaching his hand to my honeypot, he spread my down-fringed lips and rammed his prodigious kidney prodder up my belly.
"Yeah, that was one of my tricks. I just hope I don't have achin' nuts. I was about to shoot my load." He laughed, and rolled me to my back. "Now I'm goin' to hammer my joy stick in your beautiful cockpit until you cry for mercy."
I spread my thighs widely apart, hooked my heels in his back, and ground my cock-gobbling slot onto his pussy plunger. I bit him playfully on the lip, gave him a couple of hard, fast cunt thrusts and grinned.
"C'mon, baby. Slam that pussy poundin' prick to me, and I betcha you can't make me cry uncle. Tonight, I'm your wanton hussy and your loving wife. I want fucked, and I want it bad. I want you to drive your big-headed prick deep in my belly, and I promise you my hungry snatch will welcome every inch of it. Darling, I want you to irrigate my cunt channel with gizzum until it runs out my pussy and puddles in the hair of my asshole."
"Okay, my sweets. Open your beautiful thighs far apart and shove that lovely jam jar to me, and I promise you I'll fill it with warm cock juice."
I did as he asked. I dug my heels in the cushions of the lounge, spread my thighs as far apart as I could get them, and shoved my ass in the air. I held my ass suspended in the air, rotated, rolled, and writhed my hips against his loins. His cock plunged deep, the enormous head pushing apart the wet, velvety walls of my hot cunt-seeking the farthest depths of my hungry pussy-as I kept up a continual snapping of my cunt muscles.
My darling was really pouring the cock to me, and my widely gaped, slavering gash gripped his gigantic tool with a loving caress. I fed him a creamy, alabaster, pink-tipped tit, and he began to suck and lip-nibble the firm-standing nipple. We were fucking up a storm, and I knew neither of us could hold back our gushing nuts much longer. I pulled his mouth from my tit and clamped my lips to his, running my tongue deep in his throat. I felt my ovaries getting ready to release my hot ' cream, and I broke our kiss. My whimpered squealing mingled with Arnie's grunting growls, and my cunt became a wet, sloppy swamp as we busted our nuts at the same time.
Arnie collapsed atop me and lay there panting. I lay there also, my hips and thighs jerking and throbbing spasmodically. I was a well-fucked and sucked woman, and I'm sure my darling had enough pussy for one day.
I raised his head from my breast, kissed him, and whispered:
"Let's take our showers and go to bed, and after our showers, if you feel like you want some more pussy, I'll have a nice clean, perfumed cherry pie for you, huh?"
He laughed deep in his chest.
"You darling, loveable bitch. That pie of yours is lovely-even without a cherry in it-but I'm goin' to have to cry uncle. That suckin' cunt of yours pulled all the juice from my nuts." He kissed and hugged me. "Don't ever stop loving me, honey," he said.
"I couldn't, darling. Let's shower," I answered.
CHAPTER SIX
I awoke the next morning to the ringing of the phone. I answered and was surprised to hear the voice of my husband. I was only half awake, and I hadn't even noticed he wasn't in bed beside me.
"Hi, baby," I answered. "Where are you? What time is it? Why didn't you wake me? ... Who? ... Julia and Art Dunlevy? ... Good....Ohhh, you devil. You know me, sweets ... You know me, darling. I'm always ready for a party, if I know you're going to be with me ... What? ... Both groups together? My God, honey, that's twelve couples. You say it's going to last until Monday morning? ... Good Lord, Arnie. This is only Friday, noon." I laughed into the phone. "I'll say it's goin' to be a whing ding. Listen, you horney devil. No other man's touching me until you take me first ... I know it's the rules that no man and wife can be together at these parties, but the party doesn't start until seven, and it's only noon now. You get your ass home and take care of me. I'm mad at you because you shouldn't have left me this morning. You know I like for you to take me the first thing ... Yes, that's right." Again I had to laugh at his remark. "I like to get you before you piss. At that time you have such a hard-on, a cat couldn't scratch it ... "
"No, of course I'm not mad at you. I couldn't be mad at you, my sweets. I was only teasing ... You have to go where? ... Ohhh, honey, I need you ... What? ... Don't you dare send another man over here! I don't want another man, I want you ... What? ... Hello, hello, hello."
The onery bastard had hung up on me.
I hoped out of bed, showered, douched, powdered and perfumed my body, and wondered if that fucking husband of mine was serious. He'd said he was sending a man to take care of me and bring me to the party, then the horse's ass hung up.
I was just finishing my toilet when the phone rang. I answered and again heard my husband's voice. He said he'd gone to see the lawyer he'd told me about, but the lawyer wasn't in. Said he'd stopped in the Flamingo for a drink and run onto Lee and Martha Cosgrove. He said Lee was the one he was sending to keep me company until the party. I heard his deep chuckle rumble over the wire, and he said he was going to take Martha to her home and keep her company until the party. I pretended to be mad, telling him he had time for another woman but not time for his wife. He asked me to please not be mad at him, said he and I had a lot of nights to fuck, but he wouldn't make this switch if I was going to be pissed off at him. I laughed, assured him I wasn't mad, and told him to have fun. We sent each other a kiss over the wire and broke the connection.
I most always had a hungry pussy, and this morning was no exception. I would have rather had my husband than any other man, but if he wanted this swap situation, it was okay with me. Before marrying Arnie, I had thought I might find myself hurting for sexual satisfaction, but since my marriage, I've had nearly as much fucking as when I was single, and I'll have to admit, this swapping did give our marriage one hell of a big kick. There was an exciting, lascivious thrill, knowing you could spread your thighs and cunt-sheath the cocks of five or six different men while your husband lay beside you, or near you, feeding the prick to another woman.
Thinking about this made that old tingling itch start my cunt oozing juice. And the Dunlevy party; starting tonight and lasting until Monday morning. Both groups were going to get together. That would mean twelve men and twelve women. That would be quite a gathering. There was no doubt that the Dunlevy home offered plenty of space for a party of this size. Being wealthy, their home was very large. It was a little like our own home in Chicago. I'd noticed this similarity when Arnie and I had attended another party at their home. It was a sort of country estate, located on spacious grounds and well hidden by trees and shubbery.
These thoughts led me to think of the man that was coming to keep me company this afternoon and escort me to tonight's party. I knew Lee Cosgrove, but I'd never been on a party when he and Martha had been present. Lee was approximately thirty-five, medium built, with blond curly hair that he wore quite short, and he was very attractive.
I fixed a pitcher of Martinis while I ate a couple of sandwiches. I knew I was expected to fuck Lee, and I was quite anxious to do that little thing. I thought a couple of drinks would be an appropriate approach to an afternoon of screwing, and, as I didn't want to drink on an empty stomach, that was my reason for the sandwiches.
I went to the bedroom and dressed in my most seductive and revealing negligee, leaving nothing under this attire but a powdered and perfumed skinful of me.
I was just checking my makeup, when the doorbell rang. I went to the door and invited Lee Cosgrove inside. My negligee was so flimsy it didn't hide a thing, and I saw Lee's eyes traveling over my long legs and big tits.
I deliberately thrust my tits forward and went to get him a drink. I gave him his drink and sat beside him on the lounge, with my drink in my hand.
"I haven't seen you for a couple of weeks, Doris," he said, grinning. "This occasion should call for a toast, but darned if I can think of an appropriate one at this moment."
I laughed. I felt a little bold and brazen. Perhaps it was the two drinks I'd had.
"I don't think we need be coy with each other. I'm sure we both know why you're here and why my husband's with your wife. So I'll propose a toast." We touched glasses, and I said, "Here's to a love of life and a life of love."
"I'll drink to that," he said.
We both drained our glasses. I took the glasses to the kitchen, refilled them and, returning to the parlor, ran into a surprising, and I might add, pleasant situation.
Lee had his back to me and was locking the door. The surprise was that he was stark naked. I laughed, and, when he turned, he was grinning embarrassedly. I got the pleasant part of my surprise when my eyes went to his loins. His cock was standing stiff as a board, pointing toward the ceiling, and he had a beauty. It wasn't as big as my husband's, but I judged it to be darned close to nine inches long, and I would say it was about as big around as a nice sized cucumber.
"As you say, we both know why we're together, and there's no use us acting backward and shy. I'm anxious to get in between your legs. I've heard Billy Jamison tell my wife you've got a cunt on you like a sixteen-year-old virgin, and if needle-dick Jamison thinks you're tight, I'm goin' to get one of the best fucks I ever had, because this thing ain't what you'd call cigarette size."
He grasped his enormous cock and shook it at me. I stared admiringly at it, and again felt a slight oozing of my cunt cream.
I was immensely pleased that Billy had given my pussy such virginal praise, but I could feel the blushing pink suffusing my cheeks. I laughed, answering him modestly:
"Oh, come now. I believe you're just making that up to make me feel good. I'm sure you've seen Arnie's cock. He has one that's still bigger than yours, and I manage to accommodate him, but I'm afraid a sixteen-year-old virgin would find him quite painful. I'll have to admit, though, the first couple of times he screwed me, I never felt so stuffed in all my life."
"That's just it, some women have pussies that will stretch to fit an enormous cock but will always snap back to virginal condition. Though these women are damned few and far between, I think you must be one of them."
He took me in his arms and pressed his lips to mine. I sucked his tongue in my mouth, gently nibbling it with my teeth and entwining my tongue with his. I reached my hand to his big prick, and it felt as hard as a board. I broke our kiss, stepped away from him, and dropped my negligee. I kicked this flimsy garment across the room and draped my voluptuous body on the lounge. I trailed one of my legs over the back of the lounge, the other leg draped over the edge of the lounge, the foot resting on the floor. In this position, my creamy, smooth thighs were widely gaped, and I'm sure, the wet, pink slit of my gash could be faintly seen, peeping through my hair-fringed, pouting cunt lips.
Lee was standing beside the lounge gazing at my exposed nudity. His eyes were filled with admiration, and he was running the tip of his tongue over his lips.
"God, but you're beautiful," he murmured. "I don't know when I've seen a lovelier pair of legs and tits."
"Thank you, but I'd like you to do more than stand there and admire my body."
I was feeling horny as a bitch dog in heat. I gave him a lewd grin, languidly writhed my hips, and, raising my ass from the lounge, my hands went to my crotch, and my fingers parted the lips of my cockpit-letting him look directly into the wet pinkness of my cunt.
"Why don't you tell me if you think I'm tight. I'm anxious to try that pussy-plunger prick of yours."
"Lord, honey, it looks too pretty to fuck. I'd like to lick it first. Would you mind?"
"I'd be delighted," I told him. "Let's take that good old sixty-nine position, and I'll return the favor. I don't want to suck you off, not the first time around. I want to feel that cock rammed up inside me. I'll just wet it up good, and then you can hammer him home."
Lee stretched beside me in the sixty-nine position. The fragrance of my powdered and perfumed crotch mingled with the musky aroma of cunt was a redolent scent in his nostrils. He spread the soft, hair-lined lips of my cunt and lovingly buried his mouth in my warm, wet gash. His chin pressed firmly against my passion bud and his long tongue slithered sinuously into the wet depths of my gash. A muffled moan of pleasure bubbled from my cock-filled mouth. I kissed and nibbled the head of his dong, not taking it into my throat too often, for I didn't want him to pop his nuts. I wanted to feel his hot juice splashing over the walls of my vagina.
Lee rolled off the lounge.
"Baby, I can't stand no more of that. You keep that up, and I'll be splashin' my load all over your tonsils. I know you've been dribblin' your nuts, but let me bring you to a good climax, and then it'll slip in nice and easy, huh?"
"Be my guest, doll," I husked, and I thrust my blonde triangle at him. "First, give me another sip of my drink. I'm beginning to feel obscenely dirty. And I feel like getting a little tipsy."
I took a couple swallows of the drink he handed me and lay back on the lounge, assuming my former position, my thighs gaped far apart. Lee positioned himself between my satiny thighs, placing his mouth within an inch of my aromatic cunt. With his fingers, he spread the lips of my pussy apart, and, placing his mouth between the parted lips, his tongue stabbed deeply into my warm, moist cunt. I clasped him by the head and dug my heels into his back, forcing his mouth tightly into my throbbing gash.
He began lip-nibbling my clitoris, and squeals of delight bubbled from my throat. With his lips stretched widely, he massaged my clit with his upper lip, while his tongue delved into the delicious warmth of my wet, warm cunt channel.
"Ohhhh, darling," I gurgled. "You're doing a wonderful job. Just don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop. You certainly know how to caress a cunt. I'm nearly ready to bust my nuts. Ohhh, it feels so good. Honey, when I holler, 'Now,' climb aboard and shove the cock to me."
My hips began to writhe and jerk, and I cried:
"Ohhhh, lover, I'm ... I'm cooo ... I'mmm ... coooommminnng. Ohhh, God. Don't stop, baby. Please don't stop. Ohhh, ahhhh. Here it is. Christ, but it's good. Hang on a few seconds longer, baby. Drain me good. Ohhh, but it's good. Ahhh, ohhhh. Now, baby. Now! Climb on, lover. Prick me. Shove the cock to me. Hurry, honey, and I'll spill my cookies again."
He lunged atop me and drove his cock to the balls, into my sopping-wet cunt.
"Wheee," I yelped. "Shove that fuckin' thing to me. Sink that cunt crusher home. Fuck me hard and fast, and I'll wash your cock with cream in about two minutes."
I set my cunt muscles in motion, sucking and gripping his cock. He could feel that cunt grasping and pulling his cock with terrific force. He felt the sperm roiling in his balls, as his cock began to thump and swell.
"Oh, baby. I'm about there," I yelped. "You'll never know how fuckin' wonderful it feels to have a big cock shoved up in your belly. Keep fuckin', baby. Keep fuckin'. I got another cunt load of juice cookin', and she's about to boil over. Oh, Christ, here it is!"
I heaved my ass in the air and my hips ground against his pelvis. I felt his hot gizzum begin to pour into me, in spurts. My hips stopped their grinding motion. I held my ass in the air, suspended. And my hips began a furious humping motion as I chopped my cunt onto his cock in quick, up-and-down jerks. A gurgling moan bubbled from my throat, and I could feel myself getting slippery in my cunt.
Lee collapsed atop me, his breathing a rugged gasping. I lay there listening to his labored breathing and a satisfied smile touched my lips. A physical thrill coursed through my body when I thought of the power of my loins, how I, a woman, with nothing but the beauty of my body-the enchantment of my loins-could reduce the strength of a man to a helpless, gasping, inert mass of flesh. I knew Lee was completely-for the present-spent. It would be many hours before I'd be satiated, if ever. And it was this thought that gave me a feeling of superior power, knowing I had the strength within my loins to bring a dozen men to a state of gasping, shuddering condition of momentary sexual uselessness. I never ceased to wonder at the power and strength of my femininity-sexually. A sensual grin flitted across my lips. I moaned and writhed my hips, but I got no response from the man atop me, and the thoughts I'd had left me, and my body ceased to thrill me.
When I saw the immediate futility of writhing and rotating my hips, my thoughts turned to an insatiable lust. Why was I like that? Why the unbelievable pleasure that throbbed in my loins, when my lips babbled wanton, obscene vulgarities?
I knew it was natural for a healthy woman to enjoy sex, but why must I wallow in lascivious lechery? My sluttish, whorish actions were not caused by my inability to achieve a complete culmination. I did. During the sexual act, time and again, I climbed to the dizzying pinnacle of sublime sensual delight, to wander in an Elysian paradise, and in minutes, was ready to repeat the journey.
I continued to languorously writhe and undulate my hips, basking in the afterglow of momentary satiation. When I began to feel a slight swelling of the prick, buried in my belly, I grinned lecherously and raised his drooping head from my breast, a lascivious body immediately aroused.
I began working my vaginal muscles. My cunt pulled, gripped, and nibbled at his cock like the action of a fish's mouth, when out of water.
I pulled his lips to mine and dived my tongue into his mouth. I nipped and nibbled his tongue, and my passion began to build to a white hot heat, as his enormous cock began to swell within me.
Lee gloried in the sensations my tight, gripping cunt stirred in his loins. His hands crept to my breasts. He closed his hands over my firm, globular tits, his thumbs and forefingers twisting and massaging the pink nipples. As his hands gripped and dug into the springy, resilient tit meat, I whimpered and moaned enjoyment. I pulled my lips from his, and whispered:
"Squeeze hell out of 'em, Lee. I love to have my tits played with. It feels so good I can hardly stand it." Lee slipped one of his hands to my crotch, and, with a protesting squeal from me, he pulled his now-stiff, hardened cock from my gash.
"I want to play with your cunt for a little while. You don't mind, do you?"
"Hell, no," I gasped. "Just get something in there to replace your lovely prick. I like to feel something up inside me. Use three or four of your fingers, baby."
He began by running his hand, edgeways, up and down the entire length of my pink-red, wet slit. As the heel of his hand rubbed and pressed my pebble-sized clitoris, I gurgled my delight and pushed outward with my splayed crotch, smashing my pelvic more solidly against his hand. Lee took the hint and began using his hand more vigorously. He opened the lips of my sopping wet pussy and rammed the butt of his hand against the wet, pink inner flesh, rubbing the pulsating cleft of delight.
I moaned, and half-insane with passion, I thrust my cunt against his hand, and whimpered:
"Please, honey. Get something inside me. I want to feel something going up in my pussy."
Lee squeezed four of his fingers together and shoved them into my cunt, and, with the thumb of that hand, he rolled and flipped the swollen nipple of my clit. He felt the muscled ring of my cunt channel expand as he tried to work his fingers past the third knuckles of his hand.
My hand flashed to my crotch. I grabbed his wrist and held his hand from penetrating me further.
"That's far enough, baby. Any deeper, and I'm afraid you'll split my cunt. It feels wonderful where it is."
I widened my crotch and began pounding my cunt onto his hand. My hips raised in the air and spasmodic shudders tore through my loins. A moaning cry escaped my lips as I frenziedly humped my cunt up and down on his hand, and Lee felt the warm, wet, nectarous cream flow over his fingers.
As my hips slowly ceased pounding his hand, he withdrew his fingers and laved the head of his prick with my slippery cream. He positioned himself and aimed the bulging head of his cock at my gaped-open cunt. He gave a powerful thrust of his hips, and, true as a die, his cock plunged into my wet gash, ball deep.
"Oh, God," I yelped. "That felt like it hit my tits. Now, you can pour it to me, the initial shock is over."
He began to stroke in and out of my hot snatch. He could feel the walls of my tunnel grip and hang to his throbbing shaft. He moaned and groaned as the cream-wet lips of my cunt clutched and sucked at his cock, hungrily. Faster and faster he gouged his big prick into my hot, throbbing gash. I felt his dong throb and jump, seeming to swell to enormous porportions. I sobbed pleasure and ground my hips against his loins. His hands found my bulging tits. His fingers dug in the resilient flesh, squeezing and kneading. His thumbs and forefingers found the nipples, and as he pinched and fondled the pink, berry sized nodules, my hips rolled with increasing speed.
"Now, baby, you're going to get it," he whispered. "You're going to get it hard, fast, and deep. I'm goin' to sink my cock in you so deep it'll drive you out of your mind."
"Ohhh, yes, honey. Do it. That's what I want you to do. I want you to ram that fuckin' kidney prodder as deep as you can. I want to feel like I'm being stuffed with cock."
"Hang on, baby. I'm really goin' to hump ya," he cried, driving his knob-headed cock as deeply as he could.
"Ohhh, ohhhh. That's wonderful, Lee. Simply wonderful. Hump it to me, baby. Faster and harder. I'm nearly ready to blow my nuts. Faster, honey. Faster."
I opened my thighs as far as I possibly could, grabbed him by the cheeks of the ass, and pulled him tightly into my hot crotch.
He shot his long, thick tube into my wet, grasping cunt, faster and faster. My legs shot into the air and locked tightly across his back. I bucked wildly beneath him, moaning and gasping. A gasping whine bubbled from my throat, obscenities poured from my mouth, and his throbbing cock spurted jets of hot gizzum deeply into my hungry, greedy cunt. I squealed delightfully and pounded my slippery cunt onto his prick. Spasming shudders shook my body, my hips jumped and jerked, and my cunt cream gushed over the head of his cock. And again Lee slumped atop me, gasping and drawing long, shuddering breaths. I lay there, slowly grinding my hips, my cunt muscles greedily grasping and sucking on his cock, and my face wreathed with a smile of superior triumph.
CHAPTER SEVEN
We were a little late in getting to the party, as I spent some time working Lee into a repeat performance, but I finally accomplished my purpose. I can't understand my incessant hunger for sex. It seemed I constantly wanted to feel a prick stuffed up my cunt. And I wasn't like normal girls. I could drop my cookies again and again. I would no sooner scream and claw my way through an orgasm, when I was again ready to climb to the heights of supreme ecstasy. I never knew a woman that could have as many orgasms as I could. I sometimes thought my ovaries must surely work overtime to produce the juices I released.
While I'm on the subject of my ability to have so many orgasms, and as this is the story of my life-a life filled with lecherous, lustful desire. I will only touch on the highlights of the three-day bash that Lee escorted me to.
As I've said, we were late arriving at the party. When we arrived, the party was in full swing. We walked into a room filled with fucking, sucking, and sodomizing couples. When we were admitted, we were the twelfth couple. I won't attempt to give the names of all persons present, but I will supply names when relating a particular incident.
You can imagine the excitement of stepping into a room with the nudity of eleven men and eleven women, wantonly displayed. A drink was shoved in our hands by Lee's wife Martha, a lovely dark-haired girl, exotic looking, and with a fabulous body.
Lee kissed her and asked if she was having a good time.
"Wonderful." She grinned. "And, Doris darling, thanks for the loan of your husband. We spent a lovely afternoon."
"You're welcome, I'm sure. And I must thank you. We too had a wonderful day," I told her.
"I'm glad," she said, her voice full of sincerity, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Now, you two must conform to the dress of the eveningwhich is bare-assed nakedness-and I'll see the two of you later."
We stripped naked, folded our clothes over a chair, and went separate ways. I picked my way through naked couples until I spotted my husband. He was on a lounge in a corner of the room, and with him was a beautiful auburn-haired girl, whom I remembered as Zelma Starkey. They were in a sixty-nine position, and I could tell by the beautific moans that poured from their throats that they were about to get their jollies. Not wanting to interrupt their pleasure, I knelt on the floor and watched.
They were lying on their sides, Arnie's back to me, his face buried between Zelma's creamy thighs. I couldn't get a good view of his action, but judging from the slurping sounds, I believed him to be doing a good job.
Zelma's mouth was stretched out of porportion, for she had managed to take a goodly portion of Arnie's cock into her throat. I knew there was not much room in her mouth for tongue action, so I figured Arnie was getting his kicks from the constricting and relaxing of her throat muscles.
The muffled moans and whimpers that rose from their throats told me they were on their way to the pinnacle of bliss. I felt my juices begin to flow as I thought of the pleasure they were having. Arnie lunged with his ass, and I saw Zelma's cheeks puff outward with the force of his discharge. Her bobbing Adam's apple told me she was swallowing furiously, but in spite of her efforts Arnie's sperm oozed from the corners of her mouth and ran down his shaft. I grinned as I listened to Arnie's slurping. Zelma must have given him a tremendous serving of pussy cream.
The noise he was making sounded like a long-tongued dog lapping a bowl of water. Their hips ceased shuddering and jerking, and I knew their orgasms had dwindled to a mere seepage of juices.
Zelma pulled her head away from Arnie's softening cock, and it emerged from her lips with a slight plopping sound. When she saw me sitting on the floor watching them, a smile flashed on her beautiful face, and she winked at me. As Arnie's slurping ceased, I tapped him on the shoulder.
"Having fun, baby?" I asked.
He raised his face from her crotch and looked over his shoulder at me. From the bridge of his nose to his chin, and from cheekbone to cheekbone, his face was cunt-juice dewed.
Seeing it was me, he cried, "baby," and, throwing his arms around me, he began planting kisses on my lips. I was thrilled that he was so glad to see me. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, tasting the residue of Zelma's juices. I broke the kiss and ran my tongue over my lips.
"Mmmm." I grinned, playfully smacking my lips. "That's what I call suckin' a cunt by proxy. Tastes good too."
I glanced at Zelma, and she was blushing.
"It's better when you taste it first hand, served between these lovely thighs," Arnie said, running his hand up and down Zelma's creamy thighs.
"I'll keep that in mind," I promised. "Right now I must let our hostess know I'm here."
I walked away, leaving them to their pleasure.
I picked my way between naked bodies and found a chair, unoccupied, where I sat and nursed my drink. I looked over the occupants and wondered whom I should make a play for. I glanced through a doorway that led into a bedroom and saw a man and woman on the bed. The woman was sitting on the man's cock, facing in the direction of his feet. The man was on his back, his hips raising in rhythm to meet the woman's downward decent.
As I watched, the woman increased the tempo of her action until she was bouncing up and down as though posting on a horse. Her face contorted in a grimace of agonized bliss, and her body shuddered violently. Though I couldn't see the man's face, his body gave no evidence that he'd reached an orgasm.
I was looking directly into the woman's splayed crotch, and, as she'd bounced up and down, I could see his juice-drenched tool slide in and out of her slot. When her body ceased jerking, she raised her ass, and as his joy prong slid from her cunt, the lips of her pussy stretched outward, finally releasing his entire length. The woman turned and kissed him on the lips, laughed, and nonchalantly walked away.
I stared, fascinated by his cock. It was not of enormous proportions, though I imagine it would go to a good eight inches. What amazed me was the girth and rigidity of the damned thing. I imagined he'd just had a climax, but it still stood stiff and looked as hard as a board.
I just had to get a closer look, and I got to my feet and walked to the bedroom. The nearer I got the more frightening it looked. I'm confident the shaft was two and a half inches in diameter, and the bulbous head must have been a half inch larger. It reminded me of a large beefsteak tomato.
When I stood by the bed, the man looked up at me and grinned. He was an attractive fellow, with blond, crew-cut hair and pleasant features. As I stared open mouthed, nearly dumbfounded, I reached out my hand and touched the monstrous head. The head was a deep-red color and felt as smooth as silk. I could not stretch my fingers to circle the head, and as I trailed my fingers across its broad expanse, I felt like-a million electric sparks were shooting through my cunt. When the man saw how fondly I caressed it, he laughed.
"Pretty nice, isn't it?" he asked. "It certainly isn't the longest cock in town, but I'll bet there's damned few that're bigger around or bigger headed."
"It's beautiful," I conceded. "How come it's still so stiff and hard? Didn't you just blow your stack?"
"I've trained that baby from infancy," he said, grinning, and, taking hold of the huge shaft, he waved the big-headed monster at me. "This baby spits when I will him to. I've fucked as many as six women with the same hard-on."
"That's hard to believe," I told him, "but they say truth is stranger than fiction. I'd like to see if I couldn't get him off."
"Be my guest. Climb aboard. It's better you sit on him. That way you can cunt-sheath him as fast or slow as you please."
I climbed astraddle his hips, facing him, and, spreading the lips of my cunt, I took hold of his cock and swished the head back and forth through my wet gash. When I had the big-headed bastard well lubricated, I began lowering my hips.
I felt the head break through the muscled ring of my vagina, and I knew the worst was over. As my pussy slowly gulped his cock, I found it wasn't too much of an ordeal to cunt-sheath his big hunk of meat. I hadn't given a thought to the length, for I knew Arnie's prick was longer, by two or more inches. He had it on Arnie for girth, especially in the size of this stump-headed monster. I could tell that as the son of a bitch bulldozed his way into my cunt channel. When I felt his pubic hair tickling my stretched-open cunt lips, I knew I had him covered.
I began bouncing up and down like a child on a pogo stick. I threw my gaping cunt onto his cock with ever-increasing force. I felt my passion building as I. forced his cock in me as far as I possibly could. With the bull-headed cock he had, I could really lock onto it. I set my cunt muscles in action, and I know I gripped his cock so hard it's a wonder he didn't squeal his delight.
When I looked at him I saw no registration of pleasure on his face. The horses ass was lying there with a grin on his face. The thought crossed my mind that the son of a bitch wasn't human, but I didn't intend to give up. He'd said he never went off unless he willed it so, but you can bet your sweet ass I was going to do my best to get his ball juice. I wanted him to fill my hot cunt with his warm gizzum, so I began to change my tactics.
I settled my hot cunt firmly onto his cock, then slowly raised my ass, backing off his cock until only the enormous head was sheathed in my vagina. All the time I was backing from his joy stick, I worked my pussy muscles with everything I had, cunt sucking his cock like a baby on a tit. With only the head of his prick in me, I released my pussy muscles and dropped, full force, shooting his prick in me to his full extreme. I kept repeating this action: slowly easing my cunt to the head of his cock-all the while squeezing, nibbling, and sucking with my pussy-then dropping onto his rod until it sank in my cunt to his balls.
I was using every bit of finesse I'd ever learned. I was determined that no mere male's willpower was going to be superior to my ability in using my cunt. I'd made up my mind that I'd show this smug bastard that my fucking ability was greater than his willpower.
I'd been watching his huge dong slide in and out of my snatch, my greedy cunt hungrily grasping and releasing his prick, and hadn't noticed if I was making any progress with my cunt sucking. I glanced at his face and was thrilled to see that my snapping, grasping cunt was beginning to have effect on his conceited complacency.
The grin had left his face, and his upper teeth were clamped onto his lower lip. His eyes were closed, and I had the impression he was fighting me, trying his damndest to keep me from cracking his nuts. I allowed a self-satisfied smile to hover on my lips. I knew my hungry pussy was getting to him. I didn't mind his holding back on me. I was enjoying myself. That big-headed cock of his was thrilling me to the tips of my toes. I felt my juices roiling and bubbling in my ovaries.
It seemed my orgasm started from all parts of my body and gathered for a rush on my cunt. I shuddered and trembled as fingers of flaming ecstasy crawled through my loins. Flashes of light danced before my eyes. I felt delicious fingers of fire darting inside my cunt, and try as I might I couldn't smother the gasping moan that fell from my lips, as my cunt juices gushed over his prick. I leaned foreward, placing an elbow on either side of him, and surrendered myself to the shuddering spasms that shook my body.
I think I must have momentarily blacked out. It was one of the most ravaging orgasms I'd ever experienced. My mind seemed to have gone blank, as wave after wave of delightful shivers swept my loins.
I returned to the world of reality with the man I was fucking-whose name I didn't know-nibbling on my tits. Even though I'd just experienced a terrifically powerful orgasm, my pussy began to twitch, and I remembered I still had a delightful task to perform. I again started riding his cock, my vagina clasping, nibbling, and sucking his prick.
I'll have to admit the man was the greatest challenge, to my educated cunt, I'd ever met. I was screaming, clawing, and shivering my way through my third climax, when I felt his cock begin to swell and throb. I cunt-grabbed his prick and squeezed with all my might, my hips rising and falling in a blur of motion. I was on my downward ride when my cream started gushing, and as I made my downward decent, I felt his hips jump, and his cock sank ball deep into my cunt, sending spurt after spurt of warm gizzum into my throbbing pussy. He moaned and groaned, his breath coming in rasping gasps. When our nerves stopped jumping and jerking, we rolled apart.
When my friend's breathing returned to normal, he turned on his side, kissed me, and, raising himself upon an elbow to look down at me, he began to laugh.
"Honey, you are the greatest. I've had a lot of women, but I never had a woman work on me like you did. And I never saw a woman get carried away like you do, when they pop their nuts. You don't just have a climax, you live it."
"Yeah, they really hit me." I laughed. "And I either enjoyed three of them with you, or I spilled my cookies for a half hour, continually. I'm not sure which. But I was determined to make you give me your load."
"You're the best," he conceded, chuckling. "I couldn't hold out. You not only have a tight pussy, but you have a talking pussy as well. You use cunt muscles that other women don't know they have. God, it makes me shiver just thinking about it."
"Thank you," I murmured, thinking I must go to the bathroom and wash. I could feel cock and cunt juice running clear to my asshole. "I must go wash," I told him. "Our juices are still oozing from my cunt, and I can feel them puddling around my asshole."
He had rec-lined to his back while we were talking, and when I mentioned asshole, he again rose to his elbow and looked at me, his eyes twinkling.
"That's great, honey. How about letting me smear my cock with your juices and stick it in your ass?" Chills ran up my spine when I thought about it.
"Huh-uh, sugar. I don't mind being fucked in the ass. In fact, I like it. But I don't want a cock like yours rammed up my asshole. When you finished with me, I wouldn't be able to shit in a barrel, without splatterin' the sides. No, baby, I'm afraid you're too big for me."
"Bull, honey," he protested. "It's surprising how big an asshole will stretch, and if I wet it good with your cream, it won't be so bad, after I once get it in."
I wished the son of a bitch would shut up. Along with my other oddball quirks, I must've had a touch of masochism in my makeup. My pussy began to itch with the thought of the small, delicious pain his big-headed cock would give me. While I was trying to make up my mind to try him, a shadow fell across the side of my face. I looked up to see my onery husband above me, a devilish grin splitting his lips. He knelt and kissed me, and, nodding at my friends cock, he asked:
"Did Jerry fuck you with that kidney prodder of his?" A deep chuckle rolled from his chest. "After gettin' a cock like his, you'll be throwin' rocks at me."
I threw my arms around him and kissed him.
"Nobody could ever make me throw rocks at you, darling," I told him. "Is Jerry his name? He's been fuckin' me and never even introduced himself, and now he's wanting to stick that big thing of his in my ass."
"Why the hell don't you let a gal know who's givin' her the meat?"
"I'm sorry." He grinned. "I got carried away and forgot."
"This is my wife Doris. Doris meet Jerry," Arnie said, laughing.
"Your wife? You lucky man," he said, his eyes devouring my body. "God, but she's beautiful, and she's the best fuck I ever had. If I had a wife like her I'd chain her to the bed and never let another man come near her."
Arnie shook with laughter.
"That's the kind of talk that makes me feel good. When I hear other men rave about her beauty, her body, and remark that she's the best lay they ever had, then, I'm proud she belongs to me. I realize how lucky I am that she thought enough of me to marry me. Yep. When I hear other men praise her so highly, I'm more deeply convinced I captured a prize. I just hope she never grows tired of me. I don't think I could stand it if another man should steal her from me."
"Oh, my darling, my darling. I'm the lucky one. So very lucky that you love me. No man could ever steal me from you, sweetheart. I wouldn't trade your little finger for all the men in the world," I told him, clinging to him and raining kisses all over his lips. And I knew, as I said these words, that I loved him with all my heart.
He held me tightly and whispered in my ear:
"Darling, I hope you never forget those words."
I assured him I wouldn't.
Our profession of love was made in a low voice, meant for our ears alone. While we had been whispering our love, that onery fucking Jerry had been running his finger up my asshole, and damned if he wasn't turning me on. My loins began to crawl with that old delectable feeling, and I kept backing my ass onto his finger. My husband saw what was happening, and he laughed like a child with a new toy. I glanced at him, and I knew he was coming up with some oddball scheme, for, an onery, lecherous grin hovered on his lips.
"Baby," he chortled, and kissed me, "let's do a real thing. I know a man's not supposed to be with his wife at these parties. But I'll lock the door, and how about you takin' Jerry and me at the same time? That'll really turn us on. What you say, baby?"
I thought about it for a few seconds and decided if he wanted some wild, depraved sex, I'd give him what he wanted.
"I'll even go you one better," I told him. "Go get another man, one with a smaller cock than you or Jerry, and I'll take all three of you at the same time."
A rumbling laugh rolled from Arnie's chest.
"Now you're cookin' with high octane, honey. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
His couple of minutes stretched to ten minutes, and when he returned I was surprised to see he not only had a man, but also a young girl whom I judged to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. She was exceptionally pretty, with shoulder-length, chestnut-colored hair, beautiful, soft-brown eyes, a peaches-and-cream complexion, and a body that would start an honest deacon drooling. I judged the man to be about the same age. He had light-blond, wavy hair, blue eyes, and a very manly physique. I'd never seen either of them before, and naturally, my eyes went to his cock, which was hard and standing at attention. He was very nicely hung. I judged his length to be about a strong eight inches, with a girth of about two inches. There was nothing extreme in the size, just a nice, comfortable-looking prick.
Again my eyes went to the girl. There was something about her that struck me as being odd, and when I looked at her cunt, I found what it was. She was as bare of hair as a billard ball. It was a beautiful pussy, (here, I must describe her snatch, and as I do so, I will again sound boastful, but I'm not. I have the evidence to prove my statements. The outward appearance of her cunt was a twin to my own). The labia majora-the outer folds, or lips of her vulva-were slightly puffed, as though they were pouting. And the labia minora-the inner folds, or lips of the vulva-did not hang below the outer lips (giving the appearance of ear flaps, as my husband, laughingly, often referred to these lips). The moist smoothness of her inner lips were a barely discernable pink line, snugly enfolded between the outer lips.
Her pussy looked absolutely delicious, and I silently swore I'd feast on that luscious morsel the first chance I had. Arnie introduced them as Sylvia and Alex. When I pulled my eyes from her beautiful snatch to say hello, she was blushing a beautiful pink.
The men began to joke about where each would fuck me, but I soon settled that discussion, saying:
"If I'm going to take all three at the same time, I get to decide where I'll take each of you. I don't want Jerry ramming his big-headed cock up my shitter, and as the head of his dong is too big to give him a decent blow job, I'll again take him in my cunt. And when my husband rams me in the ass with his big, ten-inch cock, it feels like he's relocating my bowels, besides, he's my favorite meat, and I love to feel him in my mouth, so I'll go down on Arnie. Alex baby, that leaves the dirt road open to you. If everybody's ready, let's get with it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alex and Arnie agreed to let me cunt-cover Jerry before they attacked my mouth and ass. Jerry was on his back with a couple of pillows under his ass. I was astraddle his hips with his cock buried in my gaping cunt. Alex was on his knees, straddling Jerry's lower legs, and between my wide-spread thighs with his cock seeking entrance to my asshole.
Sylvia had sucked Alex's prick for a few seconds, lavishly wetting the head, and it was not too painful when he broke through the sphincter muscle of my asshole. I wiggled and squirmed my ass, firmly seating Jerry in my cunt and Alex in my asshole. I looked up at my husband, threw him a kiss with puckered lips, and motioned him to me.
Arnie's footing was a little unstable as we were on the bed, and he had to stand astraddle of Jerry's body, putting his tremendous cock in line with my mouth. I grabbed his beautiful hunk of meat, and, opening my mouth as far as I could, I sucked his big trunk-like prick into my throat.
It took several minutes for us to adjust our movements, but we eventually synchronized our movements and fell into a perfect rhythm. As Alex bored into my asshole, I pulled my sucking cunt to the head of Jerry's cock, and as I shot my hips foreward to take another grip on Jerry's poker, Alex's whang receded from my asshole.
As for my husband, we didn't need any particular rhythm. I took his huge balls in my two hands and gently pulled and pushed as he fucked me in the mouth.
As I had many times serviced three men at the same time, I prided myself on being an expert at this action. I think all of our passions were heightened by the erotic depravity of our act, but you better believe it was hot-cunted me who was first to start getting her goodies. My juices started erupting in short, diminutive pops, building up for the big climax.
Jerry's cock was a glistening, wet pole, as he rammed it up and down in my pussy. His prick was so slippery with cream from my seeping cunt, that it was difficult for me to get a really tight grip on him, but I put every effort I had into cuntsucking him off.
Cocks were beginning to throb and swell within me, and I knew my body was about to be saturated with prick juice. I gave my husband as much tongue action as I possibly could. I wallowed my tongue all around his cock, and when he made his backward stroke, leaving just the head between my lips, I rah my tongue around the corona, and with this action I could feel him shudder.
I felt the big fireworks building in my cunt, and I pressed my cunt onto Jerry's cock as tightly as I could and held myself in this position-making Alex come to me-when I felt his pubic hair tickling my ass I reached a hand behind me and grabbed a cheek of his ass and pulled him tightly against me.
With cocks deeply imbedded in my asshole and cunt, I began a rotating movement with my hips, all the while squeezing my sphincter and cunt muscles. I sucked my husband's cock deep in my throat and started expanding and constricting my throat muscles.
My husband popped first, his balls spewing warm sperm in great spurts. I thought I would choke before I got my throat adjusted to swallowing such an enormous load. Alex hit me next, and I think he must have triggered some sort of mechanism in my cunt, for pussy juice gushed from my snatch like water from a fountain.
As my cream poured over Jerry's prick, he splashed his discharge deep in my pussy. I think I must have flown into space. Stars flashed before my eyes, and bells rang in my ears. I never had such a glorious feeling in my life. My bowels felt as though I were getting a warm enema, my stomach welcomed the tasty warmth of Arnie's cream, and my hot cunt throbbed with the added warmth of Jerry's cock juice.
I swirled my ass and worked my throat muscles until I had each of them dry. Their cocks began to deflate, and three distinct, plopping sounds were heard, as their pricks pulled out of my orifices.
I quickly recovered from my part in the orgy and glanced at the others to see how they were faring. All three of the men were sprawled on their backs, with eyes closed. I glanced at Sylvia. She was on the floor, lying on her back, her creamy, pink and white thighs widely gaping, and all of her fingers of one hand were buried in her cunt, the fingers of her other hand were massaging her pea-sized panic button.
I quietly got down on the floor beside her, removed her fingers from her small clitoris, and replaced them with my lips. I nibbled and sucked on her passion bud, enjoying the spiced musky aroma of her beautiful cunt. I slipped her fingers from her pink gash and slipped four of my fingers up her cunt. I worked my four fingers in to the third knuckles of my hand. I gently but firmly pressed them in her wet, slippery snatch, letting her enjoy that tight-full feeling.
I lipped and sucked her clitty as I kept steady pressure on my cunt-engulfed fingers. Sylvia grabbed my wrist with both hands, gaped her thighs wider, and tried to pull my fingers deeper, into her hot, throbbing cunt. I rubbed and gently scratched, the velvety smooth walls of her vagina, all the while tongue-slashing her bud.
She raised her hips in the air, held them suspended as her entire body shuddered in spasmodic convulsions.
I kept after her clitoris, letting her drain her nuts. As her hips slowly ceased jerking, I pulled my fingers from her cunt and buried my mouth between the still-gaping lips of her hot, slippery gash. I dived my tongue into her vagina as far as I could get it. I licked the top, bottom, and walls of her gash. The pink, smooth warmth of her tunnel gave me a tremendous thrill. I kept diving my tongue into her pussy, pulling out her juices and swallowing her nectarous liquid.
I was wallowing so deep in the depths of depravity, I wondered if I'd lost my mind. I rooted in her cunt as though I were trying to get inside of her. I felt her hips jump and jerk, and again her body shuddered with convulsive spasms. I think, at that moment, I was in love with her cunt. I opened my mouth, swallowed her cream, and grabbed my crotch as I felt my twat begin to spasm my juices. I shuddered through an orgasm and reluctantly pulled my mouth from her snatch.
Sylvia brought her lips to mine and began kissing and licking my lips. She licked my face clean of her cream and whispered into my passion-laden mouth:
"Thank you, darling. I had to get my gun off or I would've been climbing the walls. I don't know when I've been so hot. Watching the enjoyment you was getting, set my pussy on fire. I'd like to try taking all three of them at once. Do you think they'd mind?"
She had such an naive expression on her face, I was afraid of laughing. She seemed like such a truly innocent girl, I began to question her.
"Sylvia, is this your first swapping party?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," she murmured. "I've never fucked but one man, and that's my husband Alex. My trouble is, I'm so damned hot I just can't seem to get enough cock. And I kept after Alex for so much screwin' that he said we'd better join a club. He told me when I got to this party to let myself go, call a spade a spade, and ask for what I wanted. I find this practice a little embarrassing, but I get a tremendous thrill when I say the word 'cock' or 'cunt.' Do you think me terrible for feeling as I do?"
"No, darling," I told her. "I certainly don't think you terrible. I just think you honest, sweet, lovely, and desirable. And I'm sure these men would like to sample your lovely body. I've never yet presented myself to our hostess. You let these boys rest for a few minutes, and then put the make on them. In the meantime, I'll say hello to the Dunleveys."
I got to my feet, opened the door, and went in search of my hostess. First, I wanted to find a bathroom. My crotch felt like a swamp, and I wanted to thoroughly wash myself. Sure enough, I found a bathroom, and I also found my hostess Julia Dunlevey, and Austin Parks. And can you imagine? They were fucking up a storm. And of all places, in the bathtub, and a quarter filled with water.
"Hi, Julia, and you too, Aussie," I greeted them, stooping and kissing Julia. "Sorry I didn't present myself sooner, but I just stepped in the door and found myself in the midst of cocks and cunts, and you know what a stiff cock does to me."
"I know, honey. I also know what you do to a stiff cock." She began laughing, and nodded her head at Aussie. "We came in here to wash, and he began to tell me how wonderful it was to screw under water. I told him he'd have to prove it to me, and here we are."
"Is it good?" I asked.
"Hell, honey, cock's good if you have to stand on your head to get it. But it's pretty good. Sort of gives you a thrill to feel the water swirling around your cunt. Want to try it?" Julia asked.
"Later, maybe," I told her. "Right now I must wash my pussy. My cunt's so slippery with juice, I'm afraid to spread my legs too far apart for fear of losing my guts."
I straddled the washbasin, adjusted the hot and cold water, and throughly douched my cunt with soap and water. I finished, then walked out of the bath, leaving Julia and Aussie fucking up a storm.
As I left the bathroom, I was grabbed by a tall, sandy -haired man. Rather than protest, I let him lead me to a lounge in the corner of the room. With no preliminaries, he flopped on me and began fucking me like screwing was going out of style. He was not a good fuck. He did nothing for me. I was almost ready to spill my goodies, when the big horses ass creamed his nuts and pulled out of me.
I was lying there cursing the cold-hearted bastard, when a man I'd never seen before practically dived between my thighs and buried his face in my cunt.
I was hot and determined I was going to get my nuts. I grabbed him by the hair and shoved so much pussy in his face, that it's a wonder I didn't smother him. I got my crockies, and it was pretty good too. I figured the man would now want to cock me, and I released my hold on his hair. I'm damned if the son of a bitch didn't get up, and, as nonchalantly as saying hello, said, "Thanks, baby," and walked away.
I was mad as a frustrated bull moose in rutting season. Here I was wanting fucked, and it was my misfortune to latch onto a couple of men that couldn't satisfy a twelve-year-old, hot-cunted virgin. What in the hell was wrong with these fellows? I wondered. And who were they? I admitted I didn't know all the members of these two clubs, and, if the last two I'd met was an example of what I was going to get, they could stick this party in their ass.
I started to go back to my hubbie and Sylvia, but on the alert for an acquaintance that knew how to fuck. Seven times I was stopped before I got to my husband. Seven times, by seven different men, I was screwed, and seven times I was left, still wanting that big, all-out orgasm.
I finally reached the room where I'd left Arnie, Alex, Jerry, and Sylvia. When I entered the room I saw that Sylvia was impaled on all three of their cocks, and judging by the sounds the men were making, the expressions on their faces, the lovely little bitch was doing an excellent job of satisfying them.
I watched the action, getting hotter all the time. Sylvia had the men in the same position I'd had them. When I couldn't stand the itching of my snatch any longer, I crawled between my husband's legs and positioned my spread thighs on either side of Jerry's face. That was enough invitation for Jerry. He grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and pulled my cunt to his mouth. When his tongue stabbed me, I raised my head and glued my lips to the nipple of Sylvia's tit.
I was hot as a string of firecrackers, and Jerry was good. He rooted into my cunt and began licking my panic button like there'd be no tomorrow. Jerry only stabbed me three or four times when I let go of my cream, but he didn't stop, and I sure as hell didn't ask him to. I kept grinding my sloppy cunt against his mouth, and I was again ready when the others popped their loads.
We all fell apart and lay gasping for breath. I was the first to recover, and, getting to my feet, I started for the bathroom to again wash my cunt. When I returned, Arnie, Jerry, and Alex were sound asleep. Sylvia was fingering Alex's balls but getting no response.
I reached my hand to her, and said:
"C'mon, baby, let's see what we can find, huh?"
"Let's." She giggled, taking my hand and getting to her feet. "We sure aren't going to get any satisfaction here."
As we wandered through the large house,-I began asking Sylvia questions about her life. I told her I didn't want to sound like a nib-shit, but was truly interested in her. I also told her I'd be glad to answer any questions she cared to ask me.
"You can ask me anything you want to. I won't mind. You're the nicest person I've met at this party, and I really like you. I feel as though we were going to be good friends," she told me, giving my arm a squeeze.
During my questioning, I learned she was two months away from her eighteenth birthday. Exacting from me a promise of secrecy, I also learned she and Alex were not married. They were just good friends-dating occasionally because of the same sex tastes-and Alex, having heard of the club, proposed they attend as a married couple. She admitted she was highly sexed-couldn't seem to get enough-and she'd thought a swapper's club was the best place to get the sex she needed. She knew swappers didn't advertise their activities. A swapper had no right or reason to condemn another member's actions. Knowing this, she'd figured she could appease her voracious appetite for sex and not have the general public know of her promiscuity.
I learned she was a fashion model and had been quite successful at this profession. Seeing her fabulous body I could easily believe her services were in constant demand. Having no family ties, she lived alone, a piece of information I was glad to learn. The more I talked to her the more I was attracted to her beauty, charm, and personality. And naturally, having a lascivious, perverted nature, I was attracted to her beautiful body. I was by no means a lesbian. Huh-uh. I liked cock too well, but I had no aversion to an occasional clean pussy. I was mulling over a thought in my mind that I intended to talk to my husband about, and I was sure he would agree with me.
In our wandering through the house, Sylvia and I stumbled onto group after group of couples that had drawn to themselves to enjoy their perversions. Sylvia and I didn't pass any of these little get-togethers when they offered us a chance for some fucking.
The party continued in this manner, an orgy of pussy sucking, cock sucking, fucking, and ass-holing. Sylvia nor I refused to accommodate any man, or group of men, that wanted our services.
I'd talked to Arnie about taking Sylvia with us. She had been anxious to join us, and as we had to stop at her apartment, get her personal belongings, and leave for Chicago on Monday," we three broke away from the party early Sunday evening.
We left for home early Monday morning, Arnie, Sylvia, and I. We took our time, and when we would stop at a motel, Arnie always got a motel room for Sylvia that placed her close to us. I often wondered what the cleaning woman thought when she would enter Sylvia's room and find the bed hadn't been slept in. I found that Sylvia was nearly a match for me. That gal really liked her cock. Between the two of us, we had poor Arnie a nervous wreck. There were several times when he slept for hours on the back seat, while Sylvia and I did the driving.
We hadn't been settled in our home on Lake Shore Drive more than a month, when Arnie broached the subject of my having a baby. At first I didn't like the idea, but Arnie complained he was the last of the Carters, and he didn't want to see the name die, said he wanted a son to carry on the name of Carter. I don't know what the hell gave him the idea it would be a boy, if I was to have a baby, but he seemed to think there'd be no doubt about it. I didn't like the idea, because I thought of that period during pregnancy when I wouldn't be able to take a man, but when I thought of how wonderful Arnie had been to me, I agreed to give him a baby.
I counted the days, figured my best time for conception, and we began fucking up a hurricane-as we were always fucking up a storm-we decided we'd better screw for a baby, instead of fucking for the go-to-hell-fun of it-and the more we tried, the more I thought about it, and the more I thought about it, the better I liked the idea of having Arnie's baby. I was really, truly in love with the old gray-haired bastard, and God knows I put my best into trying to get pregnant.
After four months we began to think it just wasn't in the cards for us to have a baby. We'd been to doctors a id both had been pronounced physically fit, for the purpose of parenthood, but it began to look like Arnie couldn't put a keeper in my pussy, or, I was not able to fertilize his sperm when he put it there. We gave up and decided to adopt a baby.
After a month of searching, and investigation, we found a lovely one-year-old baby boy. We adopted the child and called him Jaime; therefore, you can imagine my surprise when two months later I'll be a dirty bird if I didn't find myself knocked up higher than a junkie mainliner.
Being a parent and an expectant mother didn't curtail my sexual desires or activities. From the day of our marriage Arnie had provided me with everything I'd asked for, and when it was found I was pregnant, he couldn't do enough for me. I had a private nurse, and also a governess to watch over Jamie, but in spite of these conveniences, I spent as much time with the child as I could. I grew to love the little dickens and found an immense satisfaction in holding him.
I carried my pregnancy quite well. I was fortunate in not suffering morning sickness, and I kept myself in splendid condition by a mild form of daily exercise, until the time arrived when it was inadvisable to continue. During my pregnancy my belly had not become too distended, and you'd better believe I hadn't given up crotch-cradling men until this-my favorite sport-also became inadvisable. But all good things must come to an end, and the day arrived when I had to forsake the delights of sex, and then my days became yesterday's dreams of happy sex parties.
Arnie and I had enjoyed having Sylvia with us, and during my abstinence from sex, Arnie was after her like a hound dog after a bitch in heat, and this, of course, didn't displease Sylvia. I managed to get many orgasms during this time. I would watch those onery bastards strip naked and fuck all over the house. I would get so damned hot it felt like my ass was on fire. I merely had to watch them, press my hands to my cunt, press tightly, and the old gun would start popping like a repeater.
In due time I was delivered of a nine-pound baby girl. My delivery was easy; the baby was a red-faced, pug-nosed, ugly little dickens, but, like all mothers, I thought her the most beautiful baby in the world.
No, my baby wasn't pretty at birth. In reality, no babies are pretty when they first pop into this world-they look like wizened-up, red-faced monkeys-but when you look at that small bundle of life you've carried next to your heart for nine months, they take on a beauty that is unexplainable.
As the years passed, my baby, whom we had named Angela, was developing into a beautiful girl. When she was twelve she was quite tall for that age, and from the development of her breasts and thighs it was evident her body was to pattern after my own. She had my color hair. Her eyes were a jade green, and at the adolescent age of twelve it was a near miracle that her skin could have such a fine velvety texture and such marvelous, creamy coloring.
I was surely proud of her. Daily, I discovered some new feature, characteristic, or idiosyncracy that was a replica of myself. She was my child, no doubt about that. And I kept searching for a trait, a resemblance, or any little thing I could credit to Arnie, but damned if I could find a single thing about her that reminded me of him.
I sometimes wondered if Arnie noticed this dissimilitude between the two of them, but if he did he never spoke of it. He dearly loved her and treated her like a little queen. God knows I hoped she belonged to him, but if my life depended on it I couldn't have sworn who'd sired her. I thought she belonged to Arnie-hoped and prayed she did-but during the time of her conception I was taking dozens of different cocks, and in a situation like that, a woman just can't be sure.
I tried not to think that Arnie wasn't Angie's father. When this thought entered my mind I hurriedly brushed it aside, and I'm happy that Arnie never mentioned this possibility of doubtful parenthood.
CHAPTER NINE
I was thirty years old, had a wonderful husband, a lovely daughter of thirteen, and a handsome, adopted son of fourteen. I had money, a beautiful estate, and nearly all a woman could want, but I awakened one morning to find my world had crashed about me. I was lying beside a dead man-my husband-and I think I, temporarily, went out of my mind.
Arnie had never complained of being sick, of feeling bad or run down, and I wondered if this disaster was a visitation from a just and wrathful God, for our opprobrious conduct. I hardly know how I got through the weeks following my husband's death. His demise had been so sudden. The doctor had pronounced the causation of death, an acute gastritis, but whatever caused his death was certainly not something that produced a struggling, for, after having gone to sleep, I'd never heard a sound from him.
Three days after my husband's death I was given further evidence of the love and trust he'd felt for me. I received a call from the attorneys that handled his affairs and was asked to stop at their office at my earliest convenience. Upon visiting the attorneys, I learned Arnie had named me as the sole inheritor of his estate. I had known my husband was wealthy, but I'd had no idea to what extent his wealth reached; therefore, I was amazed, stunned, and emotionally torn apart when I learned his great love for me had followed him to the grave. He had willed me a large sum of money, several valuable properties, and a generous guardianship for Angela and Jaime, to be given them on their twenty-fifth birthdays.
Time eased the ache of my loss, but I'm sure all the time in the world will never dim my memory of Arnie. For weeks I suffered a double loss, that of my husband, and my abstainance from sex-other than self-induced-until I got to wonering why I should give up sex. I couldn't help the way God, a fate, or a body chemistry had made me. Sex was a dominant factor in my makeup. Arnie knew this. He had condoned my sensuality. In truth, he had contributed to-and urged-my sexual promiscuity.
This trend of my thinking may sound satanic, but facts cannot be changed, and I'm sure Arnie would be the first to agree with my thinking, but I dared not let misunderstanding persons know of my thinking, or, my intentions. Since schools were closed for summer vacations, I asked the children if they would like to go abroad, for the summer.
"Oh, that would be groovy, Mother," Angie quipped, using her usual slangy expressions. "Maybe I could find me one of those romantic, latin lovers."
"Aren't you a little young to be thinking about lovers?" I asked, wondering if she was beginning to be plagued with the same kind of desires that gnawed at my loins.
"I think the trip is a wonderful idea, Mother. As to your daughter being too young for lovers, her experience could be older than her age," Jaime offered.
"Jaime, that's not a nice remark to make about your sister," I told him, wondering if he had information I didn't know about.
Jaime was nearing fifteen, and he was nobody's fool. Several times-when Arnie and I had returned from a party-Jaime had made remarks that I wondered about. His remarks had been nothing smart or sarcastic. No, nothing like that. He had always been a polite, dutiful, and loving boy. They were just little things he said that made me wonder if he suspected his adopted parents of immorality.
"Jaime!" Angie cried. "You're trying to be unkind. You keep making remarks like that, and I just might have a little talk with Mother."
Jaime's face turned red, and my curiosity deepened. Was I so damned interested in my own sex problems that I hadn't noticed what might be happening in my own household? And if what I began to surmise was true, what in the hell could I-a woman who had lived as I had-do about it? God knows I'd never been a squeamish person about sex, and being the damned pervert I was I decided to take the bull by the horns.
"What kind of a situation do we have here? Why do you think you should have a talk with me? And why do you say Jaime is being unkind? I had always thought Jaime was very kind and loving towards you, Angie."
"He has been kind and loving to me," Angie said, her head lowered, her eyes downcast. "Maybe too loving, knowing boys, I wouldn't think much about it if he wasn't my brother."
"Darlings, I ask, what was going on that Mother doesn't know about? Haven't the two of you always been able to talk to me about anything that troubled you? What's on your mind, Angie?"
"Tell her, Jaime," Angie murmured.
"Tell her yourself," Jaime blurted. "You're the one that wants to bring this situation to a head."
I didn't have to wonder, surmise, or think. I was pretty sure I knew what this so-called situation was, and being the lecherous oddball I was, I began to feel the stirring of my lascivious nature.
Angie was my daughter, but I couldn't, nor wouldn't, condemn her actions. If she was troubled with the feelings that beset me, when I was her age-feelings that still gnawed at my guts-I felt sorry for her and would rather hear of her problems from her own lips, than from other sources.
"My dears," I began, hardly knowing how to phrase my words, but determined to have a frank and honest discussion with my children, "let's lay our cards on the table and be honest with each other. I think you both know I'm not a narrow-minded mother, and I'm not going to be your judge or jury. My conduct hasn't been above reproach. I've led a very wicked and sinful life, and your father knew of my many misdeeds, because I never lied to him. In fact, your father accompanied me on many of my wild escapades, and I'm sure you both know that we loved each other dearly. We had an honest and open understanding. We played together and stayed together, and that's something I'd like to do with my children. Neither one of you want to tell me what this is all about, so I'm going to ask questions, and I'd appreciate truthful answers. I want you to always remember you never need be ashamed to talk to me. I want to know what bothers you, and you can always believe I'll do my best to help. Now, which of you want to tell me what's bothering you?"
Jaime looked at Angie, then me. He was blushing like a young school girl, running his tongue over his lips and looking terribly confused. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to go about it.
"C'mon, Jaime. Why did Angie say she should have a talk with me?"
"Angie shouldn't have said that. This is embarrassing. I don't want to talk about it."
"Angie, why did you say you should have a talk with me?"
"I was just talking, Mother. I guess I was a little angry, for a few moments. Can't we forget about it, please?"
Maybe I was going about quizzing them in the wrong way, but my curiosity was aroused, and my damndable perversive thinking had started a tingling itch in my pussy, and if either, or both of them were getting a little nooky, I wanted it out in the open. So, I opened the door.
"Angie, has Jaime been wanting to screw you?"
"Mother!" she exclaimed. "I ... how ... what am I supposed to say, to a question like that?"
"It's best to say the truth," I told her, laughing to let her know I wasn't displeased with the idea.
"What makes you think he would want to do that to me? And if it was true that he wanted to do something to me, you don't seem to think it too terrible."
"I'll answer that, and I'll answer it in very plain words; therefore, I'll expect the plain, honest truth from you. I would think he might want to screw you because you're a very beautiful girl, with a very, very, lovely body. Another reason I think he might want to lay you is because he thinks, or knows, you're not a virgin, and, if you're not a virgin, he wants to get between your legs, knowing you two are not blood related and he wouldn't be committing incest. Now, are you a virgin?"
"Mother!" she cried, blushing. "How can you ask me such a thing?"
"Why not?" I asked, laughing, trying to let her know I didn't think the idea of her not being a virgin was so terrible. "Do you find it strange that a mother might want to know if her daughter is chaste? Many girls of your age are not, you know."
"Tell her, Angie," Jaime interposed.
She looked at Jaime, and again her cheeks turned pink. She pouted her tongue at Jaime, but the nervous grin that accompanied the pout took the sting from the gesture.
"What if I was to tell you I wasn't a virgin? Would you think me horrible?"
"No." I laughed. "I wouldn't think you horrible. I might think you a little crazy, for not getting Jaime between your legs. Jaime's a nice looking boy, and who knows? He might be good in bed."
'Well, I'll be darned. No. I might as well say it. I'll be damned!" she blurted. "I'll be tetotally damned. Here I've been nearly worrying myself sick, afraid you would hear of my playing around. I'm sorry, Mother. I just can't seem to help myself. I get the darndest feeling between my legs, that I sometimes think I'll go crazy if I don't let a boy have me. I try to control myself, but I just can't, not for long."
"Don't be sorry, dear. You come by those feelings naturally. Your father was a veritable stud horse. He could service four and five women in one night, and he had a stud horse cock too. I'm the same way. I too can't seem to get enough screwing, so your desire for cock comes natural."
"That's why I sometimes get a little mad at her," Jaime remarked. "I know several boys she's been screwing, but she don't want me to climb her, because she says I'm her brother. I'm not her blood brother, and besides, I've never done anything to a girl. I'd rather she show me how than have some other girl laugh and make fun of me. when I tried to do it to her."
I was surprised to hear this admission from Jaime, and the thoughts of my sluttish thinking surely wouldn't be condoned by a puritanical, holier-than-thou, better-than-thee, conventional society. But, who the hell set down the rules for this so-called, conventional society? What might be considered conventional for a part of society, sure as hell didn't conform to the ideas of an entire society. There was, and always would be, the non-conformist to any given set of rules. And who was to say who was right and who was wrong?
Regardless of what I've teen, or how I've acted, I have always been honest-with myself, and others-and my thoughts were that I'd give my eyeteeth to get Jaime's cock in me. Again, I'll be honest. This was the direction my perverted, lecherous thoughts had taken. I saw his embarrassment and felt sorry for him. I decided to remedy the situation.
"If we three are going to have a frank and honest sex relationship, I want the three of us to say what we think and do the things we want to do. That is, in regards to sex, and when we're not in public. Don't hide your words or acts behind euphemistic expressions. If we're honest with ourselves, we'll never be dishonest with others. Do the two of you understand what I've been trying to tell you?"
"Yes," they replied, in unison. Angie continuing, making her personal comment, "It just seems strange, but I must add, awfully nice, to be able to discuss our sex problems with our mother."
"Sex shouldn't be a problem. It's as natural as being thirsty for water, or hungry for food, and if we're harming no persons, we should be allowed to appease our sex hunger the same as we appease our thirst, or food hunger. Of course, social conventions say we mustn't do this, but there's a world full of conventions that the general public doesn't adhere to. So, the general public, and we, as part of that public, don't advertise our actions to the entire world. Now, I think you have an understanding of how I feel, and think. So, I'm going to give you a pill, Angie. It's a pill I got from a doctor friend, and it's a sure fire preventive for pregnancy. It'll make you sterile, and you can never become pregnant until you undergo a series of hormone shots."
I left the room and returned with the pill, which Angie dutifully swallowed.
"Now, wait about thirty minutes, then you can fuck like the proverbial mink, with no danger of being knocked up," I told her, warming up to my lascivious intentions.
"Jeepers, Mother!" she cried. "I'm so darned hot I feel like I'm on fire. When I hear those dirty, obscene words, it feels like tingling sparks of electricity shoots through my-pu ... pus ... pussy," she blurted the word, blushing furiously, and laughingly covered her face with her hands.
"Don't be ashamed," I told her. "Now, you go take a shower, wash your cunt-always keep yourself smelling good-then come back, naked. I want you to teach Jaime how to fuck, and if you don't teach him, I'll do it myself."
"Oh, Mother," he gulped. "May I ... could I ... could ... Would you let me fuck you too?"
"Why not?" I answered, laughing at his embarrassment. "That is, if you think you're able."
"Listen to him," Angie chortled. "He's never had a piece of ass, and now that he gets the chance, he thinks he can screw everything with a pussy."
I noticed that Angie was losing her inhibitions. Her talk was beginning to sound like a sex-crazed whore's, and, of course, this excited my warped nature.
"You go take your shower," I told her, "and when you finish, I want Jaime to take a shower. In the meantime I'll see what he has to offer us."
Angie left the room singing. She began undressing, on her way to the shower, apparently happy as a child with a new toy.
As this was the servant's day off, we'd been lounging in the basement rumpus room, in a state of semi-dress. I was hot as a two-dollar pistol, and I intended to seduce my adopted son. I felt a momentary pang of conscience for my debased actions, but I shrugged this feeling aside, knowing I was a helpless, conformed debauchee.
I was dressed in a negligee, panties, bra, garter belt, hose, and high heels. I stripped to high heels, hose, and garter belt. Jaime was watching me, and when I stood before him attired in the above, he gasped a shuddering breath, and his voice was filled with awed reverence.
"My God, Mother! You are beautiful, and there surely can't be another woman with a body as lovely as yours."
"Thank you, Jaime." I laughed, pleased with his praise of my body. "Many women have beautiful bodies. You just haven't had the opportunity to look at naked women. Get your clothes off. I want to take a look at your cock."
I was pleased to see he had lost his bashfulness. He began stripping, talking as he disrobed.
"My cock's nothing outstanding, but I got a bigger one than any of the boys in my school."
When he dropped his shorts, I was pleasantly surprised. True, it was nothing to rave about, but I judged it would go a strong seven inches, and it was a damned nice size in circumference.
"You have a pretty nice cock, Jaime," I told him, laughing, as I added, "I got a hunch you helped that gentleman's growth by playing with him, haven't you?"
He grinned, embarrassed, but took my teasing good naturedly.
"Yeah, sometimes I've had to jack off four or five times a day, because I get so hot."
At this moment Angie returned from the shower, her lovely body glowing a beautiful creamy pink. I was terribly proud of her. Her breasts were firm, quite large for a girl of fourteen, standing erect, proud, and defiant-their strawberry nipples impudently poking their tips foreward. Her pubic hair was blonde and sparse, the pouting lips of her cunt showing a small pink line of inner pussy lips. She was certainly a beautiful girl, and I couldn't blame Jaime for wanting to get between her thighs.
"I was on the verge of raping Jaime," I told her, "but I'll let you have him first. Jaime, go take your shower, and when you come back you can have some of Angie's pussy."
Jaime hurried to the shower, his cock waving back and forth with each step. I noticed Angie had her eyes glued to his prick, her breathing heavy, and her tongue darting across moistened lips.
"What're you licking your lips for? Did you ever suck a cock, darling?"
"Mother!" she cried. "I've never done anything like that. A boy wanted me to suck him one night, but I didn't do it."
"Never suck a man's cock unless he sucks your pussy first. Always remember that, dear."
"I've never had anything like that, either. I've often thought I'd like to experience that. One of my girl friends told me it was absolutely wonderful."
"You better believe it's wonderful." I laughed. "Maybe we can talk Jaime into giving you a blow job. We'll see what we can do," I told her, my juices starting to seep.
CHAPTER TEN
Jaime returned from taking his shower, and I noticed the water hadn't done anything to cool his ardor. His tally whacker was standing stiff as a poker. I also noticed that Angie was pleased, evidently very eager to sample her adopted brother's meat, and, feeling as I did, I couldn't blame her. She positioned herself on one of several lounges that were situated about the large rumpus room.
I had to grin when I saw how she was lying on the lounge. One thigh was partially covering the other, and her hands were resting' on her lovely breasts, as though she were trying to conceal them. She was nervous and embarrassed, though her face and body were flushed with excitement.
I went to where she was lying, took one of her legs and draped it over the back of the lounge, and the other leg I positioned to trail over the edge of the seat cushion, with the foot resting on the floor. The pink of her cheeks deepened, one of her hands went to her crotch, and she emitted a small, nervous giggle.
"Mother!" she yelped. "I feel so open, so exposed, lying in this position."
From the day I first discovered the delights of sex I'd never pretended a coy, demure reluctance for a pleasure I craved. I had never pretended an unwillingness to open my thighs to the pleasures of fucking. Never had I tried to conceal my love of sex, behind a false modesty. I couldn't carry a sign on my back, telling the world I was putting out, but when I met a man I liked and he wanted to put the meat to me, you can well believe he had a willing subject. I never put up a fight. I offered no kind of resistance.
I know this was a very immoral attitude. I'm well aware that this was the wrong way to act, but that's the way I'm made. I realize I'm not a normal person. I don't think normal. I don't act normal, but, I might ask, who is to say what or who is normal and what or who isn't? For me it was normal to take a prone position, spread my thighs, and show what I had to offer. I took this position for a purpose-I wanted fucked-and to me it would have been unnatural to have acted otherwise. And if my daughter was going to tread the primrose path-a path I hadn't opened to her, but a pleasure path I morally couldn't and wouldn't object to-she was going to travel this road with no pretense of false modesty.
"Of course you feel open and exposed. You're open to make it easy for Jaime. And with that pretty pussy of yours, you needn't be ashamed of exposing it," I told her.
My words seemed to give her some composure. She removed her hand from her crotch and smiled at Jaime.
"You've been wantin' some of my pussy for a long time, Jaime, so come and get it."
Jaime didn't need a second invitation. He got between her lovely thighs and began poking. It was soon apparent he was a novice at fucking. I don't think he had his prick in her when he began humping, but Angie was no novice. Though she wasn't letting herself go completely. I knew she was hot and was eager to have his cock in her belly. She reached both hands to her crotch, spread the lips of her cunt apart, and guided his cock to her pink slit.
Jaime plunged his cock in her honey pot to the hilt. His forceful thrust brought a gasping groan from Angie's lips.
"Eeeeaaahhh, Jaime. Easy, honey. Let me get used to it."
But her cries had no meaning for Jaime. He was getting his first taste of cunt, that warm, moist gash that makes mice of men, cowards of heros, and makes beggars of the rich.
A gasping cry rolled from Jaime's lips, his body jerked convulsively, and he collapsed atop Angie. I doubt if he plunged her more than four or five times.
I heard Angie's wailing cry of "oh, shit," and I knew she hadn't busted her nuts. She rolled him from atop her, and I saw that his cock wasn't too soft.
I looked at the pink, wet, near-virginal gash of my daughter. I saw the agonized expression on her face, her teeth chewing at her lower lip, and I could imagine the frustration she was feeling.
"Are you going to let your sister lie there and suffer?" I asked.
"Golly, Mother," he groaned, "that's the first time I ever shot a load in a girl, and it felt like I shot a cupful. I'm sorry, but I'll have to wait for another hard-on."
"What's wrong with your tongue? Angie has a beautiful pussy. Why don't you try sucking her off? Show her you appreciate what she did for you, and maybe she'll help you get another hard-on by sucking your cock," I told him, realizing I was urging them to try the so-called unnatural sex act, but I was sexually excited, my voyeurism cried for an exhibition of sexual perversion, and I was so steeped in lecherous sensuality I gave no thought to right or wrong, good or bad. I only wanted gratification for my lustful desires.
Jaime lay alongside her, in a sixty-nine position. He stared at her wet, pink slit, with a loving expression.
"I've heard fellows say pussy tasted good, but of course, I've never tried it. I don't know if I know how. Do you want me to try, Angie?"
Angie was whimpering, tossing her head from side to side, her hair fanned out over the lounge cushion.
"Do something," she wailed. "I'm burning up. Yes, yes. Use your tongue on me. Suck my pussy. Suck me till I pop my nuts."
Again, Jaime needed no second invitation. He parted her wet cunt lips, and, with no hesitation, he shot his tongue deep into her hot, pulsating gash. Angie's eyes flew open, her mouth gaped, and a sensual grin split her lovely lips, as she gave herself over to this new thrill. She twined her fingers in his hair and pulled his face tightly into her cunt.
Jaime's tongue found her small, pebble-sized clitoris. His tongue lashed this delicate bud until it throbbed and vibrated like a violin string, and this action nearly threw Angie into hysterics.
"Oh, Jaime! Keep doing that. Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop. I've never had such a delightful feeling in my life," she gurgled, her head rolling from side to side, her eyes closed, mouth opened, gasping her pleasure.
I knelt to my knees and quietly made my way to the side of the lounge. With a licentious grin on my face, I took Jaime's partially hard cock in my hand, and the next time Angie rolled her head to face me, I stuck Jaime's cock in her mouth. Her eyes flew open and she started to pull it from her mouth, but Jaime felt the wet, warm tunnel engulf him, and he shoved his half-hardened prick deeply into her throat. Angie sputtered and gagged, but she soon adjusted her throat muscles and began showing an interest in sucking his prick.
I watched their lust grow. Their bodies began to writhe and squirm, their mouths emitting muffled gasps and moans. My own passion was soaring, and I began finger fucking myself, not caring how obscenely depraved I was acting. My eyes were closed, enjoying my lascivious pleasure, when I heard terrific thrashings on the lounge, muffled moans and whimpers, and I opened my eyes to see Angie swallowing furiously, and I knew Jaime was shooting cock cream down her throat. I couldn't see Jaime's face, but I could tell by Angie's shuddering hips, his slurping swallows, that Angie was leaking cunt juice into his mouth.
They licked and sucked, seemingly eager for the last droplets of each other's cream. At last they roiled apart, their bodies still twitching from excited nerves.
The fires of my lust had been ignited, and tingling fingers of flame were licking at my loins. I felt like a demented, sex-crazed, lecherous bitch. I had drenched my pussy with a copious load of cream, but a single orgasm had never been enough to ease the itch in my twat.
Jaime had rolled from the lounge to the floor and was lying on his back. I fell upon him in that good old sixty-nine position and gobbled his flaccid prick into my mouth. I sucked his cock into my throat and started tightening and relaxing my throat muscles.
My crotch was directly above Jaime's mouth, and though my wet gash was a swamp of cunt cream, Jaime attacked my drenched hot-box like a cat going after a bowl of cream. I think the boy had a natural instinct for licking a pussy. He spread the lips of my cunt and shot his fluttering tongue deeply into my gash, licking and lapping the velvety smooth, cream-coated walls of my vagina. I was surprised and thrilled at the finesse he exhibited.
He really showed the adroitness of a professional, and I had the fleeting thought that it was going to be wonderful to have such an expert cunt licker in my family.
"Ohhhhaaaawwww," I ecstatically moaned, my ecstasy muffled by a mouthful of hardened cock.
His fluttering tongue was now vibrating my passion bud. With this new attack, I couldn't hold my passion. My cunt gushed forth an orgasm I feared might smother him, but I could give little heed to anything but the delightful waves of my climax, roaring through my shuddering hips. As he continued to suck and swallow my seeping juices, I pulled his cock from my throat.
I didn't want him popping his nuts. I would like to have taken him in the conventional way, but decided to let Angie take him. I lifted my wet crotch from atop his face, nudged Angie on the thigh and pointed to Jaime's cock. She got the message. She slid from the lounge, settled her crotch astraddle his hips and worked his prick up in her slot. When she had him completely cunt-covered, she leaned forward and began kissing him.
I'd had a brainstorm, and I was going on the hunt for Sylvia. I told them to have fun and that I'd see them later. As I left the room to shower and dress I heard Angie murmur:
"Jaime, you better screw me till I get my gun, off, or darned if I don't make you tongue-fuck me all night."
I laughed when I heard Jaime reply:
"I'd like that, honey, but don't worry, I'll stick with you this time."
I figured they would fuck up a storm before the' night was over, and the way I felt I intended doing the same, if I could locate Sylvia.
After a shower, makeup, and attired in one of my sexiest outfits, I was ready to take off. I went down to the rumpus room and looked in on the kidss before leaving, and damned if they weren't locked in each others arms, their lips glued together, and screwing like the proverbial minks. I stayed a few moments, listening to their moans of pleasure.
Jaime was driving his prick in and out of her pussy with the speed of a fast-working piston. I saw Angie break their kiss and heard her yelp:
"Oh, yes, Jaime, that's it, do it faster. Faster and harder. Screw me faster, Jaime."
"Hell, honey," he chirped, "I'm going so fast now it's a wonder your cunt ain't on fire. If I go any faster, I'm goin' to throw a rod."
"I'm so hot it feels like my cunt's on fire, and fuck the rod. Just throw some fast cock. Oh, yes, Jaime. I'm almost there. Oh, oh, oh, yes. I'm ... I'm ... ohhhh, I'm comin', Jaime. Fuck me, Jaime. Faster, faster, ohhhh, here I come."
"Me too," he panted.
I heard their gasping breath, watched their bodies shudder and jerk, and turned away, calling a bye bye to them. I received no answer. They were oblivious to everything but the delicious thrill of their loins.
As I left the garage in my Caddy convertible, I felt that tingling itch in my pussy, just thinking of the sexy scene I'd just witnessed.
I made several stops before I located Sylvia. I finally found her at the home of Mike and Carla Sweeney.
When I rang the bell, a voice wanted to know who was there. I gave my name, and the door was opened and I was pulled inside.
A party was in progress, and as I looked at the occupants of the room, I understood why I'd been hustled inside. Mike, himself, was the one that had welcomed me, and he was naked as a jaybird.
Mike was a big man with short-cropped curly red hair. He was Irish as Patty's Pig, and handsome in a rugged, out-of-doors fashion. He stood there, a big grin on his broad face. He was still holding my hand-the hand he'd grabbed to hurry me through the door-and, he said:
"Hi, beautiful. Where ya been keepin' yourself? Shake hands with old Red."
He placed my hand on his half-hard cock.
I laughed, and, falling in with the fun, I gently I tugged his cock forward and backward three or I four times.
"Hello, you big, beautiful, red-haired pussy-I punisher. How have you been? I surely have missed you," and stooping, I planted a kiss on the knobby head of his big, thick cock.
As I was straightening up, Carla, Mike's wife, put her arms around me and planted a wet, passionate kiss on my lips, exclaiming:
"Hi, honey! You're a fine one," she said, good naturedly, running her hands up and down my thighs. "The first time I see you for weeks, and I find you slavering over my husband's cock."
"Honey," I laughed, returning the feel of thighs, "don't be so stingy with Mike. I haven't had a real man since my husband died, and you can't blame me for admiring your husband's fine points."
"He's had enough women for tonight. How about coming with me and lettin' me admire your line points? I've often thought about you and wondered where you was. C'mon, please. You can see Mike later. Let's you and I find a spot and talk about old times," she begged, her hands traveling over my body.
I wanted a man, and goodness knows I couldn't find a better specimen than Mike. But I remembered Carla. She was one of the most passionate women I'd ever met. She wasn't a lesbian-not in the strict sense of the word. She could get her kicks from men, but man or woman, it made little difference to her. She made love like a fiend. I'd been with her before, and as highly sexed as I am, she'd damned near killed me. She was an extremely beautiful girl. A mixture of Italian and Polish nationalities, and the hot blood of both countries blowed in her veins.
Carla had an exotic look about her. She claimed! to be of Italian and Polish decent, but I often wondered if there wasn't some Chinese or Mongoloid blood in her veins. She was dark complexioned, with a smooth, satiny skin. Her hair was so black it was of a blue-black shade. Her eyes were black, lustrous, and slightly slanted, under brows that were black, thick, and perfectly arched.
Her breasts were beauties to behold. They were the size of cantaloupes, standing firm and proud from her chest. The nipples of her breasts were a dark, coral shade and as large as a baby's thumb. Her hips, thighs, and legs were beautifully shaped. Her entire body was well fleshed, with not an ounce of bulging or sagging flesh, and her five-six, one hundred twenty-six pound frame was a bundle of erotic passion.
Remembering her lovely body, I kissed Mike on the cheek, whispered a see-you-later goodbye, and offered no resistance as Carla led me to a secluded spot, namely the master bedroom.
Carla's sole garment was a pink, diaphanous negligee, and as I began stripping to the skin, she wouldn't keep her hands off my body. By the time I was naked I was on fire with a lascivious, erotic lust. Carla's hands had been fondling the erogenous zones of my body, and I was near to the point of screaming.
I was seized with a desire to wallow in sexual depravity with another woman. I'd made love with women before, but tonight I wanted to pull all stops, to lose myself in the arms, the crotch, lips, and breasts of a beautiful female.
I loved sex, but it was seldom I'd ever craved the love of another woman. As I removed the last of my clothes, I asked Carla to find Sylvia and invite her to join our party.
She was pleased with the idea. She left the room and returned in minutes with Sylvia in tow.
There was a bathroom off the master bedroom, and we all took showers, douches, powdered and perfumed our bodies, and took positions on the king-sized bed, prepared for a night of debauchery.
Carla was the first to start the ball rolling. She rolled me on my side and buried her face in my perfumed crotch. Sylvia immediately placed her head between Carla's thighs, and that left me to the beauty of Sylvia's hairless cunt. The three of us were no strangers to lesbianism. We each knew what we were there for, and we showed no modesty or reluctance in giving each the utmost pleasure.
I felt Carla's tongue delving into my vagina, and this set the smoldering fires of my passion into leaping flames of desire. I spread the pouting, hairless lips of Sylvia's cunt and dipped my tongue into the warm wetness of her pussy. I ran my tongue over the satiny smooth walls of her cunt tunnel, savoring the taste of her nectarous, warm juices.
I transferred my attention to her small, pebble-sized clit, tonguing, and wallowing this delicate morsel until it became rigid and swollen-bringing muffled whimpers from her cunt-buried mouth.
Carla had my juices on the move. I was having small orgasms, building up to the big, body wrenching climax. I widened my gaping thighs, pressing my juicy cunt tightly against her mouth.
I was the first to enter the Elysian fields of paradise. When the full force of my climax hit me, my hips writhed and shuddered through five or six spasming orgasms. Sylvia and Carla must have hit at the same time. When Sylvia's warm, delicious juices came into my mouth, I could hear her gulping the spasming cream of Carla's pussy.
Each of us sucked and swallowed all traces of cream from the pussy we had enjoyed. Then, rolling apart, we kissed, laughed, and joked. Before we left the bedroom each girl had enjoyed the charms of the other.
At last there came a banging on the door, voices began calling us, and we knew we were wanted for male entertainment.
Carla unlocked the bedroom door and was nearly bowled over in the rush of three men. Park Mallory grabbed Carla as he came through the door. Vince Martin landed between Sylvia's lovely thighs, and I spread my legs for the body of Mike.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I hadn't had a cock in me since Arnie had died. The small sex play I'd indulged in with Angie and Jaime, plus the circus of sex Carla, Sylvia, and myself had enjoyed, was the extent of my sex indulgence since the death of Arnie. Oh, I had a dildo at home I'd used on myself, but truthfully, I hadn't crotch-cradled the body of a man since Arnie had been taken from me.
As I lay there on that bed-feeling the big, muscular body of Mike snuggling into my hot crotch-you cannot imagine the shivering thrills of expectancy that tore through my loins. I'd had Mike between my thighs several times. He was good. I held him on a near-par with Arnie. Mike knew how to get the very best out of fucking. He wasn't a slam-bam-thank-ya-ma'am type. He was long winded, liked unique positions, and when he finished with a woman she knew she'd been had. So I willingly, eagerly, and enjoyably gave myself to the foreplay that I knew Mike so dearly loved, the kind of foreplay that should be a must, before the sexual union of male and female.
Mike pressed his lips to mine, his tongue delving deep into my throat, his big hands palming and kneading the resilient flesh of my tits, while his thumbs and forefingers caressed, pulled, and twisted my highly sensitive, erogenous breast nipples. Our tongues kissed and wrestled. His fingers and thumbs were pulling my nipples until they stood erect, hard, and swollen-the delicious pain a delightful throb in my cunt.
As if by pre-arranged signal, we broke our kiss and twisted our bodies to the sixty-nine position.
Mike's tongue entered my cunt, and I had the fleeting thought that he'd find my pussy well juiced. I knew he wouldn't mind this. It wasn't the sperm of another man. The juice was my own, and he'd often shown a gluttenous appetite for my cream. Mike knew, and I knew, when his tongue left the smooth, velvety walls of my vagina, when he finished tongue lashing my passion bud, he would lift his wet face from a cunt that was a swamp of pussy cream.
I loved it when Mike left my cunt in this condition. I liked to be well juiced for him. Mike had a beautiful cock. I knew it was a full nine inches. Arnie and Mike had often joked, laughed, and once measured their pricks. That's one of the reasons I rated Mike nearly equal to Arnie. Mike's cock size was far above the average, both in girth and length, and he had a staying power that was remarkable.
I was taking it easy on his enormous prick. I didn't want him popping his load down my throat. I wanted his warm cream gushing deep in my snatch.
I felt the tingling thrills rushing through my loins, and I lifted my mouth from his cock as my pussy fed a gush of cream to his hungry mouth.
Mike didn't stop. If anything, he buried his mouth deeper, between the wet, cream-drenched lips of my cunt.
As his tongue licked the walls of my cunt channel, slashed at the sensitive bud of my clitty, my hips shuddered, and my pussy continued spasming. From my first orgasm to my second, my pussy never stopped leaking cream. When my second big climax hit me, I again pulled his prick from my mouth. I moaned, whimpered, shuddered, and shook through the orgasm, squeezing his cock so tightly that his ball juice oozed to the head of his prick. I licked and sucked this juice from the eye of his cock, then, lying on my back, I shivered through the delicious thrilling of Mike's tongue, licking the juices from my cunt. I had to push his head from my sopping wet crotch. He would have licked my pussy for hours, if I would've let him, but I made him stop. I wanted to be sloppy wet when I took his big, thick cock.
Mike righted his body and snuggled himself between my gaping thighs. I knew how he wanted to take me. Many times I'd assumed, what he called, his tonsil-touching position, and now I asked him, while nibbling at his cunt-creamed lips:
"I suppose you want to try to dislodge my tonsils?"
"Tonight I'm goin' to push 'em right out of your throat, baby," he quipped.
"Betcha can't." I giggled. "But don't you ram me with that cunt crusher. Let me get used to the feel of that big-headed kidney prodder, then you can pour it to me, and I'll betcha a blow job ya can't make me cry uncle."
"That's a bet. It's a bet I can't lose, because I surely do like to lick your beautiful cunt. Get them pretty legs over my shoulders and guide my cock between the hot lips of your pussy."
I spread my thighs, pulled my long legs back against my tits, then, bending them, I draped a foreleg over each of his shoulders, cradling his head between my drawn-up knees. My hands went around the globes of my ass, the fingers of one hand spreading my cunt lips, the other hand working his big-headed cock into my hot, swampy cunt.
As near as I could, I fisted my hand around the huge shaft of his cock, only letting him enter my pussy as I willed it. I released his cock little by little. My body thrilling, my hips writhing and jerking with the delicious feeling of his prick ploughing between the soft, wet walls of my vagina, going deeper each time I released my grip on his cock shaft, the head of his prick seeking the soft, mushy depths of my hot cunt. At last I released my thumb and forefinger, and his cockhead found its depth.
I pressed my heels into his back and raised my ass, testing for any discomfort I might feel. Putting my hands under my hips, I raised my ass and ground my pussy onto his cock. There was no discomfort. There was only the delightful feeling of his prick-head going deep into my hot, throbbing gash.
I was in a position where a gal had to use care when taking a big cock. When a man got a girl in this position, she was open-exposed to his most terrific slamming-with no recourse to tightening thighs or flopping the pussy punisher from atop her. When taking a man in this position, a gal knew she was being fucked, and if she had a mean bastard atop her, she might end up with a cunt that stretched from her asshole to her navel.
As I've said, Mike was good. He wasn't one of these three-up and two-down men. He began screwing me with long, slow, tantalizing strokes. On his forward stroke, the lips of my cunt inverted on his thick shaft, while his monstrous cock-head sought the warm depths of my pussy, and his huge balls bumped at the crack of my ass. For a few moments he held this position, while grinding his hips and humping his ass up and down, massaging my passion bud with the base of his large shaft and his pubic hair. On his outward stroke, I set my cunt muscles in motion-squeezing, clasping, hugging his cock, hating to let go. With my hands under my hips, knees bent over his shoulders, and heels digging into his back, I held him tightly against my gaping cunt, my pussy muscles sucking and nibbling at his prick.
It was slow, dreamy, languorous fucking, a method I loved, until the flames of passion built to a point where I must adopt a more frenzied action. His long, thick, knob-headed prick ploughed a furrow into my wet vagina, the head of his cock parting the soft, wet, velvety smooth walls, seeking a deeper warmth.
For a space of moments Mike would hold this position, his cock buried ball deep, then using a remarkable muscle control, he would make his prick throb within my pussy, seeming to thump and jerk. When he did this I nearly went out of my mind. Delicious, tingling sensations would shoot all through my cunt.
When he started his withdrawal, I could feel the walls of my vagina rippling together, closing behind his receding cock head. This is when I'd use the full force of my pussy muscles-gripping, squeezing, and pulling-for I abhorred the empty feeling his withdrawal left in my hungry pussy.
I loved his cock's invasion into my cunt. When the big head of his prick was buried deep in my vagina, it gave me the delightful feeling of being filled, gorged, comfortably stuffed, and with hands under my hips I would hunch my cunt onto his cock, silently begging for more.
My hunching hips told Mike I wanted more of the same action, and he didn't hesitate to please. He continued screwing me in this delightful fashion until my juices started spasming.
I was in an awkward position for kissing, but I managed to get my arms around his neck, and, pulling myself upward, I planted my lips on his.
My big body was practically rolled into a ball. I dived my tongue into his mouth. My tongue kissing and wrestling with his, I was ready to blow my top.
I don't know how many small orgasms I shuddered through before the big, all-out climax hit me. I clawed, scratched, moaned, and whimpered, as wave after wave of blissful ecstasy tore through my loins. In moaning gasps I cried into his mouth:
"Don't stop, honey. Speed it up. Faster, Mike, faster. Ohhhh, darling. I'm commmminnnn'. Fuck it to me, baby. Fuck it to me. Sink that big cock deep."
I cried, and begged for his cock, as spasm after spasm shuddered through my pussy.
I felt Mike's prick begin to throb and jump. It seemed to swell to enormous proportions. I spread my thighs as wide as I could, raised my hips, and ground my cunt onto his cock.
Mike was really pouring the cock to me now. And you can well believe I was loving it. The juices were still roiling in my ovaries. I pounded my pussy onto his cock and started my cunt muscles clasping, sucking, and nibbling at his cock.
He was now stoking my fires with swift rapidity. He sank his shaft deep, held it there, and I felt his warm cream gush into my cunt. I thrilled to the delightful shivers that rippled through my pussy, as I hunched up and down onto his prick, bringing the juice forth, to further lubricate my wells of passion, smoothing over the head and shaft of his cock.
I felt weak as a kitten. I knew I'd been well fucked. I slid my knees from his shoulders, and straightened out from my doubled-up position. Mike kissed me tenderly. I pussy nibbled his cock a few times as it slipped from my cream-drenched vagina.
When his prick left my gash, I felt pussy juice and cock sperm rush out behind the head of his cock, run down the crack of my ass, and puddle in the sparse hair of my asshole.
We rolled to our sides, kissed, nibbled each, other's lips, and tongue wrestled. I felt his fingers trailing over my buttocks and into the crack of my ass cheeks. From asshole to pussy, I was a swamp of juices.
I felt one of his fingers slip into my anus, and I shivered. I knew what was coming next. Mike was going to shove that fucking big donkey cock up my shitter.
I could take Mike in my back door. I had admitted him there several times. He highly enjoyed this type of sex, and I'll have to admit, the erotic, depravity of the act really turned me on.
I was slowly stroking Mike's semi-hard cock while we lay kissing and nibbling each other's lips. Mike's finger was going in and out my anus-raking juices from my wet crotch, my dribbling pussy, and working them up my asshole-and all this action was really turning me on. My increasing passion showed in my quickened breathing, my tightening grip on Mike's cock, and the push of my ass against his penetrating finger.
"You going to let me go up the dirt road, baby?" he whispered, squeezing me tightly.
"Why not?" I quipped, giggling, my voice also held to a whisper. "But damn you, Mike, you take it slow and easy with that big-headed cock. I'm damned if I want you tearing me back there. I'm liable to find myself having to shit in a barrel for the rest of my life," I warned him, rolling to my stomach, hunching to my knees and spreading my thighs.
Mike positioned himself at my sky-reared ass and between my spread thighs. I was lying with my forehead on one of my forearms, looking back between my thighs. I saw him drag cream from my pussy with his fingers and smear it over the head of his cock. Next, I felt him poking his enormous cock head at the doorway to my bowels. I immediately reached behind me and fisted his cock.
This is another time when caution must be used; otherwise, a woman will be subjected to needless pain, especially if the ass prodder is of enormous size. When a man with a dong like Mike's begins tamping a gal's mud, she must see that caution is used, if not, she will feel like she's being hit in the brown eye with the butt end of a telephone pole.
Mike used his hands to spread my ass cheeks, and I guided the head of his prick to the entrance. Mike had no sadistic tendencies. He was not a ruthless lover, but he occasionally, in the heat of passion, let himself get carried away, but again I was controlling his degree of entry.
I felt the head of his cock making entry, and when he broke through the muscled ring of my anus, I gritted my teeth and moaned, then tightened my grip on his rod, halting his further penetration.
"Hold it, Mike. My God, but that hurts," I said.
I held him stationary until the burning pain subsided. I tried to expand the sphincter muscle by relaxing my tensed body.
Mike was cooperative and loving. He cupped one of my breasts in his hand, his finger and thumb tweaking and rolling the nipple. His other hand went to my pussy, his fingers entering my vagina his thumb wallowing my clitty.
The burning pain in my brown eye gradually eased, mixing with the delicious tinglings his fingers were arousing by manipulating my erogenous zones. Again I halted him and rested a few moments. I was now accustomed to his thick circumference; it was the length I was trying to slowly absorb. By going slowly and easily I finally felt his balls nudging at the mouth of my cunt.
I backed my ass tightly against his loins, slow ly rolled my ass, and hunched onto his cock with easy, chopping jerks. I felt no pain, just a deli cious stuffed feeling.
I raised up straight on my knees, firmly pressing my back against his broad chest. Mike's knees were between, and slightly forward of my knees I was firmly impaled on his cock in a belly-to-back, upright position.
I tilted my head, reached over my shoulder and circled my arm around his neck, and pulling his head forward, whispered:
"Kiss me, Mike."
Mike lowered his mouth to mine, and our tongues began battling. His hands started roaming my body, going from my tits to my cunt, to my navel, then to the cheeks of my ass.
I squirmed my body against his as small mewling whimpers escaped my throat. I liked being petted and fondled. His fingers were wet and sticky with juices from my pussy and every place his hands caressed left wet, sticky blotches on my skin.
I didn't mind. I just hoped he wouldn't stop. I loved it when his fingers dug into my hot snatch, when his fingers tweaked and pulled at my clitty. Small electrifying currents were shooting through my pussy. I could feel the juices roiling in my ovaries, and I knew my passion was building to the point of no return.
Mike was nibbling on my neck and ears, snuggling his cheek against mine. I loved it when he petted and cuddled me this way. It made me feel as though he thought my sex a prized gift, and he must handle it with loving care. I rubbed my cheek against his, and whispered:
"Do something, Mike. Help me come. I feel like I'm on fire, and the hottest flames are right down there in my cunt. I feel like I'm goin' to explode if I don't get my nuts off."
"Would you like to go the three-way route, baby?" he whispered. "I see Carla and Syl are eating each other, and Vince and Park aren't busy. Why don't you get their pricks hard and then take all three of us? How about it, will you, honey?"
"I will if you'll let me take you in my cunt," I told him, thrilled with the thought of having three cocks in me at the same time.
"Okay, but let me stay in you while you get their pricks hard."
I got the attention of Park and Vince and motioned them to roll to me.
"Mike wants me to take the three of you at the same time. Would you boys like to go that route?" I asked them, grinning.
"Sounds great," they agreed.
I leaned forward on my elbows, and Park and Vince lay alongside me, their hips close to my head. I fisted Park's cock and took Vince's prick into my mouth. Both were semi-hard, and I began to remedy that condition. I swirled my tongue over and around the head of Vince's dong, while using my hand on Park. I could taste Sylvia's juices on Vince, but I didn't mind. I'd had her first hand, many times, and I liked the taste of her cream.
I sucked Vince's prick into my throat and began tightening and releasing my throat muscles. I bobbed my head up and down on his rod, and it was only minutes until his prick was stiff as a board. I transferred my mouth to Park, and my hand to Vince.
Mike was still reaming my brown eye, and I felt him speed his strokes. I was wallowing in sensuality, and the thought of my lecherous actions was driving me to the pinnacle of sublime ecstasy. I felt Mike's cock thumping in my shitter and the realization of what was about to happen made me forget all else. My pussy began to ooze juice, and I went wild, forgetting my original intentions.
I gobbled Park's prick into my throat and set my throat muscles working. I felt Park's dong beginning to swell and thump, and I couldn't release him had my life depended on it. I had my hand on Park's balls, and I felt them swell, and his load spilled into my throat. I gulped and swallowed, not losing a drop of his sperm. I parted my thighs and grabbed my cunt, and my pussy juice oozed over my fingers, as Mike shot his warm cum in my ass.
Vince knew what had happened and yelped his protest. I felt a moments remorse for not including Vince in the fun, but when the cocks that were in me began to swell and thump, I went into orbit and brought Park's sperm pouring into my belly.
"You goin' to leave me out in the cold, baby?" Vince cried.
"Never happen, dear," I leered.
I told him to scoot between my spread knees And with Mike's prick still rammed up my ass we managed to get our knees astraddle Vince's hips, placing his hard cock directly beneath my gaping crotch. I grabbed the bed pillows and began stuffing them under Vince's ass until his balls were at the mouth of my vaginal opening. Then, raising my ass from Mike's prick-which I could do by several inches and still not lose contact with him-I spread the lips of my pussy with the fingers of one hand, and with the other hand I guided Vince's cock into my vagina. Vince's dong didn't compare to Arnie's or Mike's; the largest cocks I'd ever taken, in length and circumference. Vince was nicely hung, though, in length and thickness. And as my pussy was a swamp of juice, his prick entered me with the ease of fitting a hand in an old glove.
I wasn't surprised at Mike's still having a hard-on. Though I'd twice drawn copious loads from his balls, it didn't take that man long to reload his gun. After a few attempts, we struck a perfect rhythm. As I slowly raised from Vince's cock, with cunt muscles rapidly working, Mike buried his bowel-nudger ball deep, between the cheeks of my ass. Then when I lowered my hungry snatch for another gobble of Vince's rod, Mike's withdrawal corresponded with the length of my forward stroke. In a few moments we were working like a well-oiled piece of machinery, and delightful currents of sensual bliss were darting through my loins.
I tried to control the hunger of my greedy pussy, but my passion built higher and higher. Vince pulled me forward and began kissing me. I ground y cunt onto his cock, and Mike followed me forward, shoving his big dong deep in my ass.
Vince began sucking on my tongue, my body was a bundle of twitching, tingling nerves, and it seemed all these lovely sensations were gathering for a rush on my cunt. Vince arched his hips, shoved his prick deep, and that was all she wrote. My pussy cream bubbled forth and washed over the head of his cock. I continued to pump onto his dong, sucking and nibbling with my pussy muscles, as my hips shuddered and shook with spasmodic jerks.
Again he arched his hips into my crotch. His prick swelled and thumped, and he gave me his entire length. His cock was deep in my snatch when I felt his hips jerk, and his warm cum hit deep in my vagina. The force of my orgasm weakened me, and I would've fallen forward, but Mike's arms circled my hips, pulling me onto his dong and ramming his prick to its extreme length.
A squeal that was half pain half pleasure bubbled from my lips, and I felt his warm wetness hit deep in my asshole. Their warm sperm flooding my body, brought another orgasm from my spasming cunt. As my body shuddered and trembled, I moaned a whimpering cry and fell forward in a complete blackout.
In returning to reality I seemed to be groping through a sea of blackness. I felt the pressure of warm, moist lips on mine and cool fingers stroking my temples. I fluttered my eyes open to look into the anxious face of Sylvia. Her eyes fluttered over my face, and I smiled reassuringly. She returned my smile and kissed me.
"Lord, baby, you had me scared. I don't think the others know what happened, but I was watching you, and I knew you'd blacked out. Broooother, I enjoy being screwed, but I'm damned if I ever saw a woman get such a kick out of being fucked, as much as you," Sylvia said, slowly shaking her head wonderingly.
"Yeah, I guess I enjoy being fucked too well," I conceded, grinning and looking at the other occupants of the room.
"You don't enjoy sex, baby. You wallow in it," she said, giggling. "I think I'd better take you home before you become a gibbering idiot."
"No, honey, please. I want to watch you take Mike, then I'll go home," I told her.
Mike, Carla, Sylvia, and myself were the only ones left of our original group, and Mike and Carla were lying on their backs, resting. Sylvia looked at Mike, and a lecherous grin split her lips.
"I'd like to try Mike, but by the looks of his cock, he's all fucked out," she gibbed.
"Don't you believe it," I told her. "I know that man. C'mon, you, Carla, and I will work on him. The three of us will soon have him with a hard-on that would shame a stud pony.
CHAPTER TWELVE
We told Carla what we intended doing, and, of course, she was a hundred percent agreeable. The three of us ganged around Mike, and Sylvia was the first to gobble his dong in her mouth. Carla began playing with his balls and licking his navel, and I glued my lips to his. His tongue shot in my mouth, licking the insides of my cheeks and wrestling with my tongue.
Our endeavors were interrupted by the entrance of Phil Costigan. We all knew Phil, so there was no need for introductions. Phil was a slender fellow of approximately thirty-six. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and was moderately good looking. Sylvia and I gave him a hand wave and continued our administration to Mike. But not Carla. She looked up, saw Phil's nakedness and, grabbing his semi-hard cock, which was a little bigger than the average size in length and girth, pulled him down beside her.
Mike opened his eyes, saw Phil, and grinned.
"Hi, Phil. Where the hell you been? I haven't seen you all evening."
"We just got here. Ten minutes ago. Vince grabbed the wife and told me I could find some action in the master bedroom. So, I'm damned near in a rash for gash and on the hunt for cunt," he yipped.
In spite of his age, Phil fancied himself a hippy, and never missed an opportunity to give with the double talk.
"Here's three lovely bitches that could supply a hundred men with action. Carla baby, show the man some action," Mike urged.
Carla needed no further urging. She swung alongside of Phil, head to toe, and sucked his cock into her throat.
While Mike and Phil had been talking, I'd been nibbling Mike's tits. I was anxious to watch him fuck Sylvia and was trying to help Sylvia get his prick hard.
Watching Sylvia, I noticed that Mike's dong was beginning to stand like a flagpole. I glanced at Mike and saw that he was watching Carla suck Phil's cock. He must have got a perverted pleasure from watching his wife suck another man's prick, for his own cock was swelling like a balloon.
I could hear Phil's tongue slurping at Carla's pussy, and, as I watched, I saw their bodies, Carla's and Phil's, shake with spasmodic jerks, and their moans and groans announced the gushing of their juices. I think their sexual enjoyment was making all of us horsey.
Sylvia rolled to her back and spread her thighs, anxious for Mike's hardened cock. Mike rose to his knees-ready to mount Sylvia-when Carla nudged him aside. Her cheeks were bloated, unintelligible noises gurgled in her throat, and there was a wild, lustful look in her eyes. She crawled between Sylvia's thighs and buried her face in her crotch. She spread the pouting, hairless lips of Sylvia's pussy, and, pressing her mouth between the red-lipped gash, she squirted Phil's sperm-which she'd been holding in her mouth-deep in Sylvia's gaping cunt.
The lascivious lechery of the act turned us on. Mike pushed Carla aside and aimed his gorged cock at Sylvia's snatch.
"You put a nice load of juice in her pussy, Carla. Now let me put a plug in it," Mike said, then laughed, and his donkey dick pushed between the lips of Sylvia's gash.
Even though Sylvia's cunt was well lubricated, I saw her wince as the bulging head of Mika's cock spread her pussy. I was lying beside Sylvia-my head pointing at her feet-and I immediately reached between her thighs, fisted Mike's cock in my hand, and let him enter her by slow degrees.
Mike knew my method, and, looking at my hand holding his cock, he began to grin.
"I won't hurt this pretty pussy, Doris," he said, and I loosened my grip, letting him enter her a couple of inches.
Each time Sylvia raised her hips-signaling her desire for more cock-I let Mike sink a little more cock into her hot, wet cunt. I had my forefinger and thumb around his cock as far as I could get them, and when Sylvia signaled for more I released him completely and saw the soft folds of her cunt lips hide his cock from view.
Mike began sliding his prick in and out of her gash, using long, slow strokes. Mike was on his knees, and Sylvia's ass was built up with pillows until her crotch was at an even height with Mike's cock. I could hear Sylvia gasping and moaning her enjoyment, and the sight of Mike's rod sliding in and out of her snatch was getting to me. A delicious, throbbing ache started in my cunt, and I could feel my juices beginning to seep. I lay with my breasts resting on Sylvia's tummy, my eyes focused between her raised, spread thighs, watching Mike's prick stroke fn and out. I slipped my hands to Sylvia's crotch and spread the lips of her snatch. This gave me a good, clear view of her inner pussy lips. I thought I'd go wild with desire when I saw how the lips of her cunt squished in and out, following the strokes of Mike's prick. Her passion bud, now swollen and erect, was mere inches from my face.
I tried to reach it with my tongue, but it was a tight squeeze, and I had to abandon the effort. Instead, I began rubbing my fingers over this sensitive muscle. My fingers increased her delight. I felt her head trying to squeeze between my thighs, and I raised my leg and draped it over her face. I felt her mouth nuzzling between my pussy lips, and her tongue snaked deep in my cunt, licking the soft, smooth walls of my vagina.
Mike's cock and my fingers were playing hell with the nerves in her cunt. Her hips flashed in quick up-and-down, choppy motions, and the whimpering moans that poured from her lips were muffled by the folds of my cunt lips. Her tongue dived deeper into my vagina, fluttered and danced like the wing of a humming bird. Her heels dug into Mike's ass cheeks. Her crotch pressed tightly against his loins. She held her hips there while they quivered and shook in spasmodic jerks. Mike gave a gasping cry and pulled her crotch tightly against his cock. Their bodies writhed and shook, gradually ceased, and the grasping lips of her cunt slowly released his cock as her hips settled to the pillows. When I saw the juices of her discharge covering Mike's prick, I was gripped by a sensual depravity.
As Mike's brick-hard prick emerged from the portals of Sylvia's hungry pussy, the hairless cunt lips slowly folded together, to lie in pouting, restful repose. My body was screaming with a lustful carnality, and I couldn't resist the temptation of her beautiful, hair-free, wet-lipped cunt. I inserted two fingers of each hand between the pouting lips, advanced the fingers into her cunt channel, and spread the walls apart.
I am now ashamed of the depraved lust that gripped my loins as I looked into her opened vagina. I let the walls of her cunt channel open and close, thrilling to the sight of her thick, sticky juices, squishing back and forth. A debased perversion gnawed within me, and I pressed my mouth into her opened vagina, and, removing my fingers, I felt her soft, wet pussy lips fold against the sides of my mouth. I licked the soft, velvety walls of her vagina, tasting and swallowing the creamy, nectarous juices that clung to my tongue.
Sylvia's tongue had not been resting. My cunt was a hotbed of passion, and as her agile tongue wiggled deep into my vagina, my hips jerked in shuddering convulsions, and my pussy cream gushed forth. I felt her tongue licking and lapping, swallowing the last droplets of my juices. My discharge seemed to give her a great excitement. Her hips writhed, shook, and rolled. She arched her hips, shoving her pussy tightly against my mouth. I fluttered my tongue deep and got my reward. Her juices came forth, and I reveled in the wet warmth that flowed into my throat.
Sylvia and I continued satisfying our perverted lust until tired, aching jaw muscles forced us to abandon our pleasure. We righted our bodies beside each other and began kissing, nibbling, and licking each other's pussy juiced lips.
Between kisses, I told Sylvia what had happened at home. I told her of the trip I'd promised Angie and Jaime, and how I'd left them locked in each other's embrace. I'd been whispering this information to Sylvia, as I didn't feel like advertising the part I'd played in an act a pious society would call a moral corruption. I glanced around to see if I might've been overheard, and was surprised to see that Sylvia and I were the sole occupants of the room, the others must've departed the room while Sylvia and I were giving lip adoration to each other's pussy. Sylvia, noticing my concern, let her low, musical giggle roll forth.
"You can talk, baby. We're all alone. Tell me, is Jaime hung pretty well? He's such a nice looking boy, I've often thought I'd like to seduce him."
"Yes, he has a nice-sized dong, for a boy of his age. I don't think you'll have to seduce him," I told her. "I imagine he'll be after some of your pussy, the minute he gets the chance. Now that my crazy passion has cooled a little, I'm beginning to be ashamed for my urging them to enjoy the delights of sex."
"Darling, don't feel that way. You said Angie wasn't a virgin, that she was highly sexed. Don't you think she would've soon found the wonderful delights in society's so-called unconventional sex? Of course, she would. You didn't lead her astray. You just let her know she needn't be sneaking about sex, with you. And Jaime? Darling, it would be foolish to think he wouldn't have wandered onto the many sexual bypaths that so many are treading. No, honey. It seems to me you've merely condoned a practice you couldn't morally condemn. And if they took to this so-called unorthodox sex like a duck takes to water, you can bet your sweet ass they have the taste and desire for it. And well ... you know the saying: water will find it's own level. So, I wouldn't feel too badly about it, if I were you."
"Thanks, honey. I know you're trying to give me a crutch for my conscience but ... I don't know. There's times when I wonder if I've lost my mind. I wonder what happened in my life to make me so sexually depraved. I sometimes feel my existence is some sort of freakish accident, like I'm a misfit among normal people."
"Look around you, dear. How many swinging clubs do you know of right here in this city? Howl many are there you don't know about? How many do you suppose there are in Florida, California, New York, Cleveland? Nearly any city you name will have its swinger's clubs. Even the high school kids are forming clubs. Sex and dope seem to be the number-one thrillers today, and dope they can stick up their brownie. For mine, I'll take sex. If you're a misfit, there's millions like you, including myself. So let's not get morbid, huh? Let's blow this party and go for a ride. I think the men at this party are pretty well screwed out."
"Okay, let's," I agreed.
We showered, dressed, found Carla and Mike, and said our good-byes.
As we drove away, my thoughts again reverted to my abnormal actions. Several times in the past months I'd tried to analyze my behavior. I'd asked myself why I couldn't be satisfied with a good healthy screw. Why did I have to act so sexually depraved? What was wrong with the biological construction of my body? Why was my desire for sex so abnormal? Why did my appetite for sex drive me to the lowest depths of corruption? Why, when in the grip of passion, did obscene expressions add to my sexual excitement? Had I not experienced the ultimate thrills of sex? Was there a greater ecstasy than I had found? would ask myself these questions and be lost for an answer. There were so many facets to my abnormality that I wouldn't know what question to try answering first, and if I could find the answer to one of my questions, would it help me to find a remedy for my many, unnatural desires? would think about these things, they in turn would direct my thoughts to different sex parties I had attended. Then, before my eyes, would parade sex acts I had witnessed and indulged in. Acts that included every type of sex imaginable. And as I mentally reviewed these acts, I'd forget about answers that eluded me and become concerned with the riotous, tingling sensations that flooded my loins. Then I'd tell myself I'd try to find answers at another time. "Honey, you're awfully quiet," Sylvia's voice interrupted my reverie. "Are you still condemning yourself for something that no doubt would've happened eventually? Forget it, dear. You haven't committed an act of incest. Your daughter's enjoying sex to the fullest extent. Can you give her hell for something you yourself enjoy? Wouldn't you rather know what the score is than to walk in some night and see her sucking some man's cock? That would be enough to floor you. Especially if you'd been thinking she was pure as the driven snow. Understand, darling, I'm not being critical, or am I passing judgement. I'm only trying to keep you from blaming yourself for something that would've happened regardless of your approval. Honey, you aren't foolish enough to think you gave those children a desire for unconventional sex. You surely don't think anything you could've done would've given them the taste for pussy and peter. Darling, I'm going to be very blunt. If Angie had abhorred the idea of sucking a cock, nothing you could've said or done would've made her go for Jaime's meat. And the same is true of Jaime. If he'd thought eating a pussy was repulsive, you couldn't have made him do it for love nor money. We may as well face it, darling. The inherent desire was there. It was just a matter of time until the desire would've became a reality. Now stop worrying yourself about something that's beyond your control."
"Sylvia, what you say is no doubt true, but I can't absolve myself of blame. I feel I've acted like a depraved slut," I told her.
"You've voted for different presidents of our country. Do you blame yourself for things they did, or didn't do, for mistakes they made? And you can believe they did things they shouldn't have done, didn't do things they should've done, made mistakes, and bad decisions. They're human, and they all make mistakes. Do you blame yourself for their blunders? No. Well, stop blaming yourself for the desires of Angie and Jaime. I think you have the doldrums." She laughed. "I don't know what the doldrums are, but I think you've got them. Let's stop and have a drink. Maybe that'll snap you out of it."
"Let's," I agreed, trying to rouse from my despondency. "I think I need a drink to cheer me up."
"There's a likely looking spot on the corner," Sylvia remarked.
I found a parking spot, parked and locked the car, and we entered the cafe. I hadn't noticed the name of the place, but it must've been a black-and-white cafe. The place was not too crowded, and what customers there were seemed to be about evenly divided between colored and white people. Everybody seemed to be having a good time. The low hum of conversation, the subdued music that came from the five-piece orchestra, and the smiling faces of several dancing couples, gave the place a pleasant atmosphere.
We made our way to an empty table at the edge of the postage stamp-sized dance floor, seated ourselves and ordered drinks. When the drinks were served, I sipped my Tom Collins and let my gaze wander over the occupants.
As it was an early summer evening, nearly all the men were dressed in casual sportswear, the girls were in summer blouses and mini-skirts or cool, full mini-dresses. The assemblage of black people seemed to be of a middle or higher class of society. In fact, the black men and women seemed to be more quiet, reserved and polite than their white contemporaries. I was a little surprised at the congenial temperament that pervaded the room. In mixed company of this kind, one would expect to hear arguments, dissenting voices, and boisterous conversation. But they all seemed to have that love-thy-neighbor attitude, and I liked that. I decided it was a pretty nice place and made a note to drop in again.
I glanced at Sylvia and saw that her eyes were fastened on something across the room.
"What the hell are you so interested in?" I asked.
"Don't look now, but that group at the table in the corner has been giving us the eye ever since we sat down." Her low, musical laughter reached my ears, and an impish grin touched her lips, when she added, "Brrrrooother, you talk about some good-looking colored people, and they're over there. I've never screwed a colored man, but if either of those three coaxed me, I'd give him a chance to change my luck."
"Sylvia, you wouldn't!" I cried, but when I said it the thought of black and white bodies thrashing together in passion, created a tingling excitement throughout my body.
"The hell I wouldn't," Sylvia retorted. "And when you get a look at them, you'll feel as I do, or my name isn't Sylvia. Let's have another drink. In case one of them makes a pass at me, I want to be a little tipsy, so I can blame my willingness on drink."
We ordered the drinks, paid for them, and under the pretense of getting a better view of the dance floor, I scooted my chair nearer Sylvia. Now I could see the table that held Sylvia's interest, without twisting my head to look over my shoulder. When I got the chance I casually glanced at the corner table. My eyes flew open, I gulped, and damned near bit a chunk out of the glass I was drinking from. The five people-three men and two girls-sitting at that table, were the best looking people I'd ever seen, and I make no exceptions to white or colored. That is, that's the way they appeared to me. The men, nor the women, were not black. They were dark complexioned, but each of the men made me think of a Greek Adonis. Their hair was black and wavy, their features clear-cut, smooth, and even. The longer I looked at them the more I wondered if they were brothers. There was little to distinguish them apart. If I had seen them in another setting, I'd have thought they were of Greek or Indian extraction. The girls reminded me of Polynesian beauties. Their hair was so black as to have a faint bluish tint. Their hair was straight, worn shoulder length, with a loose curl at the ends. Their features were also smooth and even, their skin, from where I was sitting, looked to be as smooth as velvet, and their complexions a dusky tan. Even from the distance I was, I could see that all of them had eyes that looked like black, liquid pools.
I suddenly realized I had been staring, and, when I raised my eyes, one of the men smiled at me and inclined his head. I couldn't help returning the smile. He left the table and started in my direction.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Sylvia," I whispered, "one of those men is coming to our table."
"Great. I was about ready to go to theirs," she said, giggling.
"Let me do the talking, Sylvia. I'm not sure I want them to know too much about us. You listen and follow my lead, huh?"
"Okay by me, honey," she said, laughing. "Just don't discourage him."
"What in the world's wrong with you, Sylvia? Honest to goodness, you're practically drooling. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to encourage him?" I asked, watching her face.
I'd never seen Sylvia act this way before. Her hands were fiddling with her glass, and she was squirming on her chair as though she were sitting on tacks.
"You do the talking, honey. Just remember, I'm willing," she whispered.
Our conversation was interrupted by the man. He stopped, rested his hands on the back of an empty chair, smiled, and said:
"Good evening, girls. May I sit down and have a drink with you?"
I about flipped my lid. The man was more handsome at close range than I'd first thought. I wasn't a silly school girl falling in love at first sight, but this guy could surely make a gal's heart do a couple of extra flips. I was trying to get my voice under control, when Sylvia gave him a bold answer.
"Sure, why not? We were thinking that we'd like to join your party. That is, if your friends don't mind."
"We'd like that. Why don't you join us at our table? Ours is a table for six, but if we crowded a little, I'm sure we'd have room for seven."
"We don't mind being crowded, if the right person's doing the crowding," Sylvia murmured, her voice giving an open invitation. I was surprised and a little dumbfounded by her forwardness, but we gathered our purses and cigarettes and followed him back to his table. We found another chair, and we all crowded around the table. When we were seated, the man that had come to our table said:
"I think we'd better introduce ourselves. My name's Felix."
"My name's Doris, and my friend's name is Sylvia," I told him, forgetting my intentions to keep my true identity hidden.
I guess I just forgot everything when I looked at these handsome men and beautiful girls.
"Doris, the girl on your right is my wife. Her name's Arla. The girl on Sylvia's left is named Marta, and the man on Sylvia's right is Carlo. He's the husband of Marta. The other fellow in our group is called Anton. He's the only single one in our group. We're a sort of mixed-up family. We three fellows are cousins, and Marta and Arla are cousins." He laughed, adding, "I guess we're cousins-in-law or some damned freak relation. I don't know what in the devil our relationship really is."
"There's a strong family resemblance," I said. "What's your nationality, may I ask?"
Carlo laughed, his white teeth flashing in his dark face.
"We're a mixed-up breed. We fellows are a mixture of Indian, Negro, and Greek. The girls are Egyptian and Polynesian, and I think they have a little Negro blood in them."
"If I were as beautiful as Arla, here, I wouldn't give a damn if I was Martian," I told them, looking at the dark liquid eyes and dusky, velvety complexion of the girl on my right, who was Arla, the wife of Felix.
"Where's your home?" Sylvia asked.
"Our home is in Italy. We're just visiting in America. We're going to Paris and Germany when we leave here. We're on a sort of a world cruise," Aton offered. He was the youngest of the cousins. I imagine he was nineteen or twenty, and he looked to be the most devilish of the bunch. There was a laughing, devil-may-care attitude about him. "We're trying to find some excitement in this part of the world. You know. Wanting to see how the other half lives?"
"We're going to Paris in a few days. It would be nice if we could all go together. It would be nicer than traveling with complete strangers," I remarked, immediately wondering if I was pushing things too fast.
"I think that would be lovely," Arla said.
Arla was one of the reasons I'd made my suggestion about traveling together. She had been rubbing her leg against mine, and I didn't think the contact was accidental, for she kept a steady pressure against my leg and rubbed back and forth. If the contact was accidental, well and good. If it wasn't, she was playing with the wrong gal, for Arla was too damned beautiful for me to ignore-especially, if she wanted to play-and I intended to find out what she had in mind.
I casually dropped my hand to the hem of my mini-skirt-under the pretense of straightening it out-and Arla's hand immediately covered mine and moved it to her silken-clad knee. That was all I needed. I trailed my fingers up her leg until I came to the smooth, velvety skin at the top of her stocking. I trailed my fingers up and down that warm expanse of bare flesh until low, soft moans escaped her lips. She parted her thighs, offering access to that divided furrow at the base of her stomach. Though the lights were low, and we were crowded in such a manner I had little fear of being discovered, I checked myself, realizing we were in public.
"Would you people like to come out to my home and have a few drinks? We could listen to some music and get to know each other better," I said, laughing. "I have enough booze at home to float a battleship, and I can't see the sense of us sitting here and paying these exorbitant prices for a drink."
"Ohhh, I'd like that," Marta cooed, and I wondered if she was getting a little attention from Sylvia. They were sitting awfully close together and seemed to be absorbed in each other's company. "Would your husband mind you bringing home a gang of boozing strangers?"
"I'm a widow," I answered. "My husband died sometime ago. There's just my daughter, adopted son, Sylvia, and myself. My children will enjoy having company, and we won't have to worry about disturbing neighbors. I live a quarter of a mile from the nearest neighbor, so we'll be pretty much to ourselves."
"Sounds exciting," Arla murmured. "Let's go."
We gathered our belongings and left the cafe. Arla maneuvered the party so that she and her husband rode with Sylvia and me. The others rode in their car, which was a rented Cadillac. When we entered my car, Arla rode in the front with me, and Sylvia and Felix occupied the rear seat.
I had hardly pulled away from my parking spot, when Arla had her hand up my dress. I was at the boiling point, and I spread my thighs and offered her the freedom of my heated crotch. She slipped her hand under my panties, and I felt her fingers parting the lips of my cunt. She leaned closely to me, and I felt her lips at my ear and her warm breath on my cheek.
"Honey, I've never had a woman that made me so excited. I just can't keep my hands off of you," she whispered, nibbling at my ear.
I thrilled to the tips of my toes, happy that this lovely creature was so thrilled by my body. I laughed softly, and whispered:
"I think you'd better keep your hands from my pussy until we get home, or else I'm apt to drive this car into a tree. And by the way, what will your husband say about your making love to me?"
She turned her head and glanced into the back seat. I felt her low laughter against my cheek.
"You don't need worry about my husband. Right now, I think he's about ready to put that big rod of his in Sylvia's belly."
At that moment I heard Sylvia cry from the back seat:
"No. My God, you're killing me! Oh, Christ, honey! For God's sake, take it easy."
Her voice trailed off into a whimpering moan.
"What in the world's happening back there?" I asked, pulling the car to the side of the drive.
We had just pulled off the road, into my driveway, for which I was glad. My car was a convertible, with the top laid down, and hell only knows what kind of a show was taking place in the back seat. I pulled the car from view of the public road and parked behind a group of shrubs. The car with the remainder of the party pulled in front of me and stopped.
I turned and glanced into the back seat. The spaced lights along the driveway gave plenty of illumination, and the sight that met my eyes caused my mouth to pop open in awed wonder. Honestly, I never dreamed a cock could be so big. I had thought I'd never see a prick bigger than Arnie's, but Felix had him beat. Both in length and diameter. I could feel the shudders coursing through my body. My feelings were ambivalent as I stared at that enormous cock. I thought I'd like to know what it would feel like to have that thing in me, and in the same instance I dreaded the thought of that gigantic hunk of meat ploughing into my belly.
Sylvia's hands were covering the entrance to her pussy, and she was begging him to not put his cock in her. I could see that Felix was beside himself with pent-up passion, but her sobbing entreaties must have reached him, for he said:
"I'm sorry Sylvia. I lost my head when I felt your smooth, hairless pussy. Let me look at it, will you? I promise I'll wait until we get to the house, and then I'll use some cream before trying to get it in you. Just let me see it, please."
Sylvia, reassured by his words, moved her hands and spread her thighs, giving us all a beautiful view of her hairless cunt. Her lovely pussy looked like a peach with the seed removed. The pouting lips were slightly puffed, and the inner lips were just a faint glimpse of pink flesh, nestling between the enfolded outer lips. I heard a low moan from Arla, and when I glanced at her she was licking her lips as though she were actually tasting the delicious morsel Sylvia was showing. Felix bent his head and placed a tender kiss on the pouting lips, raised his head, and said:
"Let's go."
We continued up the drive and, pulling to the back of the house, parked before the garages.
I led our guests into the house and seated them in the parlor. I asked Sylvia to serve them drinks,; and excused myself. I remembered I'd left Angie and Jaime in the rumpus room, and I wanted to check on them before I brought the guests down.
When I entered the rumpus room, I surely did get a surprise. Jill Tracy and Jean Bogart-two friends of Angie's-were present, and what I mean present with a capital P. The three of them were sprawled on the lounge, naked as jaybirds, in a triangle of arms and legs.
Jill Tracy was a girl whom I remembered as being only thirteen years old. She was a dark-haired girl, vivacious and full of devilment and pretty as a picture. Jean Bogart was a brunette, very attractive and seemingly the flirtatious type, and I remembered Angie telling me Jean was fourteen.
At the moment Jill had her face buried in Angie's crotch, Angie was sucking Jean's pussy, and Jean was eating Jill. I cleared my throat very loudly, and three startled faces turned in my direction. For the moment, I was shocked. Then I remembered I had condoned this sort of thing, and I smiled. In the lamplight their mouths glistened with the juices of each other's pussies.
"Looks like you girls are having fun," I remarked.
"Ohhh, Mother!" Angie cried. "How did you get in? I told Jaime to put the night chain on the doors."
"Where is Jaime? Don't tell me you girls wore him out," I said, ignoring her question.
Jill and Jean were nervous and embarrassed. Angie was embarrassed but seemed to have more control of herself than the other two. She no doubt remembered what had happened earlier in the evening, and apparently she hadn't mentioned our earlier escapade to Jill and Jean.
"What started this little party?" I asked, as I walked to a chair and sat.
"Jill and Jean came over to see if they could stay all night with me, as their parents are out of town for the weekend, and they caught Jaime and me in the act."
"Evidently you girls have engaged in this sort of sex play before. Angie, you told me you'd never done anything like this. Did you story to me?"
"Honest, Mother, this is the first time I've ever done this."
"Mrs. C, don't blame Angie. I've never known her to go in for this kind of sex," Jill offered. "It was our fault. We caught Angie and Jaime humpin', and when Jaime couldn't do it to us, Jean and I lost our heads, and we proceeded to seduce Angie. Jean and I have had all kinds of sex, and we initiated Angie to girl-love. I know we haven't been very nice girls, but don't blame Angie, it was our fault. I just hope and pray you won't tell our parents about us."
"No. Of course I won't tell your parents, but only under one condition. And that is that you never breath a word to anybody about anything that goes on in this house. The first thing you must learn if you're going to be promiscuous in sex, is to keep your mouths shut."
"We'll never say a word, Mrs. C. We're pretty young to be doing this sort of thing, but we're not stupid. We could tell a lot of tales if we wanted to, but we know enough to keep our mouths shut," Jean said, entering the conversation for the first time.
"Good. I brought some friends home, and we're going to have a party. You girls can join us if you want to, but first I want to give you two girls a pill that'll prevent your getting pregnant. Angie, you go and wake Jaime while I get the pills."
I gave the girls the pills, and they had no more than swallowed them, when I heard laughing, screaming, and hollering from upstairs. I ran upstairs to see what was wrong, and I found Angie the center of attraction. She had no doubt forgotten about the guests and had run in the parlor, bare-assed naked.
The fellows had grabbed her and were kissing and fondling her, while Sylvia, Marta, and Arla were trying to keep the men away from her. I saw it was all in teasing fun, and I also saw that Angie, though squealing and protesting, was enjoying herself immensely. Her beautiful little body was a glowing pink. Her face was flushed, and her eyes danced with excitement.
I broke up the fun, introduced her, and sent her for Jaime. As she left the room, I noticed Anton's eyes followed her every move, drinking in the enticing sway of her ass. I told them I had other treats for them and led them to the rumpus room.
In the rumpus room we went through a repetition of the episode that had happened with Angie. Jill and Jean were naked, and, of course, the men rushed to them. Though the bodies of Jill and Jean were enough to excite any man, I think the men teased and fondled them to hear them squeal and laugh, to see their faces flush with excitement. There's no doubt that the men wouldn't have enjoyed screwing them, but I believe they would only go as far as the girls would let them. Their initial kick was enjoying the beauty of their youthful bodies. Later, they would want to screw the girls, but I didn't believe they were sadists, and I didn't think they would try to force the girls into anything they didn't want to do. I knew one thing: I was going to make damned sure Felix didn't try to get his cock in them.
"Listen, everybody, listen." The room quieted to hear what I had to say. "We all know what we're here for. I'll leave it up to each person to find their own kicks. I just want it understood that nobody's to hurt these young girls. You can go as far with them as they'll let you, but I want to warn all of you to handle them with kid gloves. If you don't, we're apt to have a mess of trouble on our hands." I gave a flippant laugh and continued, "Now, you can grab a partner, find a cozy spot, and do what comes naturally, or if you like, you can do the unnatural." t I no sooner had the words out of my mouth, ! when Arla had an arm around my waist, leading me to a lounge in the far corner of the room. I had time to notice that Sylvia had a jar of cream in her hand, and Felix was leading her to a lounge. Anton had latched onto Angie, Carlos had gone for Jill and Jean, and Jaime had picked Marta.
All the comfortable spots seemed to be occupied. There were plenty of lounge chairs vacant, but I wanted a spot where I could lie with this beautiful creature at my side. I guided her toward the stairs, saying:
"Come. Let's find a spot upstairs."
I directed her to a large bedroom on the first floor. I opened the door and muttered:
"I'll be damned!"
Angie and Anton had beat us to this bedroom. I was on the verge of going to an upstairs room but changed my mind. What the hell's the difference? I thought. By this time my daughter must think her mother a depraved sex fiend, so I might as well go all out. I had permitted her to witness my wanton sex act with Jaime, had even encouraged her to participate in a lewd act with Jaime, so there was no use in hiding from her now. The bed was king-sized, plenty big for all of us, and the sight of my naked daughter in the arms of a naked man started my guts to gnawing with that lewd, lecherous feeling.
"Move over, you two," I said, giggling. "You're going to have company."
"You or Arla might have to handle this stud for me," she groaned, wiggling and squirming beneath Anton. "It feels like he's trying to stick a ball bat in my pussy."
"Don't you dare hurt her, Anton," Arla warned, pushing his dark-skinned body from atop Angie.
Arla had stripped, and I gasped when I saw her lovely dusky skinned body. Her breasts were firm and erect, the nipples a dark-coral color. Her buttocks were half moons of firm flesh, and her thighs were full and voluptuous looking. Her skin was satiny textured, the coloring reminding one of a light walnut stain.
"I know five of these Horvath men," she said, pointing to Anton, "and every damned one of them is hung like a stud pony, and my husband is the worst of the lot."
My eyes went to Anton, who had rolled over onto his back. I gave a low whistle when I saw his cock. It was by no means the biggest I'd ever seen, but it would go a strong eight inches and close to two inches in diameter.
"I'll get some cream for that thing. I certainly don't want him hurting Angie," I said, and left the room to get some perfumed baby oil I'd been saving since Angie was a baby.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It took me about fifteen minutes to find the damned oil, and when I returned to the room I wondered if I was going to need it. Arla had her face buried between my daughter's beautiful thighs and was licking her pussy like pussy was the Russian name for cavair. And the actions of Angie gave me quite a surprise. She was paying mouth-homage to Anton's cock-her lips puckering, cheeks hollowing with her suction, and her head bobbing up and down-like she were bowing before an idol, her lips mumbling prayer.
Anton too had a roll in the act. His face was buried in Arla's crotch, his fingers spreading the lips of her cunt, and his tongue was licking the entire length of her wet, pink gash. I stepped closer for a better look, and I must say, with no disrespect to Arla, the gal had quite a gash. It wasn't an ugly cunt. The inner lips didn't hang beyond the outer lips, like ear laps. The inner lips were small, well recessed between the outer, pouting lips. In truth, it was a very pretty pussy, but it was big, which I could understand, having I seen her husband's cock.
As I watched the scene, my juices began to I bubble in my ovaries, the overflow seeping from I my cunt. Anton's hips jerked, his ass raised in I the air, and the length of his prick went out of I sight in Angie's mouth. She surely must have had I a throat full of cock, but she didn't pull away from it. I could hear the glugging noise of her swallowing, see the muscles of her throat working, and I knew she was getting a bellyful of cream.
His shot of juice must have triggered her load. Her hips shot in the air, she placed a hand on the back of Arla's head and pulled her face into her gaping crotch, and her hips writhed, bucked, and trembled.
Arla was the last to reach her Elysian happiness. Her mouth was still buried between the hair-fringed lips of Angie's cunt, but when her pleasure began coursing her body she withdrew her mouth from the wet slit, and long, drawn-out, whimpering moans poured from her lips. Her upper teeth bit into her lower lip, and her head rolled from side to side, fanning her blue-black hair over the pillow. Her orgasm must have begun at the tip of her toes. She pulled Anton's face into her opened cunt, while her hips slowly rolled,! bucked, and jerked like the raw ends of tortured nerves. It was a full five minutes before her body relaxed and the cream stopped erupting from her pussy.
While witnessing the lascivious lust of the three, I'd had two or three small orgasms, and I was about ready to climb the walls. I was wanting that all out, body shaking release. I looked around, not knowing where to start.
I glanced at my daughter. She was lying with legs flung widely in wanton abandon, her fingers rubbing between the lips of her pussy, and for a moment I felt an opprobrious shame for my conduct. At this moment I was truly overcome with remorse.
Why in God's name did I allow my daughter to witness my disgraceful acts? Why did I permit her to share the same disgrace? I received a partial answer as I watched Angie crawl atop Anton and try to work his cock into her wet cunt, and at the same time feel Arla's fingers probing at the entrance to my vagina. This was a part of my answer.
I couldn't look upon a sex act, think about sex, or feel hands caressing me, without wanting to wallow in the depths of sexual turpitude. I could be full of good intentions, but the minute sex was mentioned, every sex act I'd ever heard of or experienced flashed through my mind. It's shameful to admit, but I couldn't watch a sex act between animals without thinking of base, erotic, depraved sex. And with me, to think about it, or to experience these sensual feelings, was to wade through it up to my neck.
And now, Arla's fingers were driving everything from my mind but the desire of gratification.
I sank beside her on the bed and gathered her in my arms. Our lips met and our tongues kissed, entwined, and licked at one another's mouth. Our mouths went from lips to tits. Arla's nipples were the size of small rosebuds, and in mere moments I had them swollen, rigid, and throbbing.
As if by mutual agreement, our bodies slowly squirmed and turned until our lips were nuzzling in the silken triangle at the base of our stomachs. Our tongues found lips that were wet and warm-lips that seemed animated, opening and closing with the warmth of an inner heat-and receptive to the entrance of wet, slithering tongues.
When Arla's tongue entered my vagina I nearly fainted from the pleasure she gave me. Her tongue was like a slow-moving snake. It wiggled and twisted, fluttered, and licked at the velvety walls of my cunt channel. Her tongue was a slow-moving caress-slithering in and out, licking, exploring, searching in the wet warmth of my throbbing tunnel-and her lips were tender as a baby's, as she nursed on my clitoris.
I returned the same slow, tender caresses she gave. I liked the scented, musky smell of her, and I buried my mouth in between the folds of her large gash. I sucked and nibbled her clitty until I could taste her seeping juices, then I returned my tongue to the warm, smooth walls of her vagina.
We had slowly fed the fires of our passion, and now the flames of our desire were roaring, burning out of control, waiting to be cooled, extinguished by the emission of our gushing juices. I spread my thighs wide and placed a hand on the back of Arla's head, pulling her mouth tightly into my heated pussy. Arla reciprocated with the same maneuvers, and we began grinding our crotches against one another's mouth. Our devotion at the shrine of Eros had been slow and languorous.
But as our desire grew, our intensity increased. Our bodies shook and trembled, and as our hips jerked and jumped, our mouths became voracious. The fires that burned within were more than the body could stand. Muffled whimpers and moans of ecstasy rolled from our throats. The flood gates of our passion opened, and the juices of our ovaries poured forth into hungry mouths.
I'm certain I've never experienced a more intense orgasm. The juices poured from my pussy as Arla's mouth continued to bring spasm after spasm from my throbbing cunt. My hips bucked in spasmodic jerks until I had to push her mouth from my gash. By the cream that flooded my throat, I knew Arla had experienced a tremendous orgasm, and she was not ready to give up.
The pressure of her hand was still on the back of my head, pulling my mouth tightly into her large slit. I didn't mind. I liked the taste of a clean pussy, and the taste, and smell of Arla was positively delicious. I spread the lips of her gash as widely as I could and wallowed my face between the warm, wet folds.
I wanted to give her all the pleasure I possibly could. I had begun to think there was no bottom to the well of her juices, but her flow of cream gradually diminished to a seeping trickle. She slowly pulled her cunt from my tongue and, righting herself, lay atop me, her eyes lustrous and bright as she kissed and nibbled my lips.
"Did I please you?"
"Honey, you not only pleased me, but you drained me as well," I told her.
Her eyes darted above my head, to the other side of the bed, and a grin split her lovely face.
"Your daughter certainly is giving Anton a workout," she whispered.
I turned my head to see what was happening, and had to agree with Arla. Anton was on his back and Angie was riding his cock, astraddle of his hips. I watched as she raised her hips. Her pussy lips turned outward, clasping and hugging his prick as though they didn't want to let go. She stopped her upward movement when only the head of his cock remained sheathed between the folds of her cunt lips.
She rolled her ass a few times, wallowing the head of his dong in her gash, then with full force she dropped to his loins. She held this position and again rolled her hips in a circular motion, opening the lips of her pussy-which had inverted on her downward plunge-then she humped her hips back and forth in a chopping motion, rubbing her little clitty at the base of his thick cock. This motion brought gasps and moans of pleasure from Anton, and Angie positively squealed in her ecstasy.
From the looks of Anton's cock and balls, Angie must have creamed her cunt several times. Her juices were glistening on the shaft of his prick and across his balls and had dampened the hairs of his ass.
Jaime had accused her of screwing a few of the boys-to which she had admitted-but as I watched the expertise of her hip action, I wondered if the few they had mentioned hadn't meant a few hundred. She had either had many boys, learned quickly, or was just a natural. A girl didn't learn to cunt-massage a cock like she was doing, without having had a lot of practice.
No man could stand that action for any length of time. And as I continued to watch Anton's hips shoot in the air, Angie's knees spread still farther apart, her splayed crotch pressed tightly against him, and her hips humped rapidly back and forth. Her humping movements stopped, and both bodies shuddered and jerked as their juices flooded Angie's cunt. The spasmodic shuddering of their hips slowed, ceased. Angie lifted a leg and rolled from atop him.
As his cock retreated from the wet folds of her cunt, the corona of his cock pulled a flood of juices from her cunt, which flowed down the shaft of his prick, across his balls, to join the puddle that was dripping from the crack of his ass to repuddle on the bedspread.
Angie was lying with her thighs spread widely apart, and I could look right into her cunt. I could see the cream-bathed walls of her vagina, the pink, wet flesh pulsating, and as I looked into her throbbing tunnel the gaping lips of her pussy slowly folded together, obscuring my view.
I felt the tingling in my crotch and was tempted to make love to my daughter, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to do this. I. don't know why I drew the line of demarcation at mother-and-daughter love. The Lord knows my daughter was beautiful, clean, and desirable. And though this was incest, there was no danger of a pregnancy occurring, but so far, I'd stopped at this point. Maybe there was still a ray of hope for me.
I turned to Anton, but Arla had beat me there. She had Anton's cock in her mouth and was sucking on it like there would be no tomorrow. I again cast a longing look at my daughter's cunt. Her pussy was fully exposed, and the beauty of her gash-with the pouting, hair-fringed lips-had an attraction that was hard to resist, but I slid from the bed, went to the bathroom to wash, and continued down to the rumpus room.
When I entered the room I noticed the scene was different from when I'd left. Sylvia was now crotch-cradling Carlos, and they were humping their asses as though they were afraid fucking was going out of style. Jean, Jill, and Jaime were lying in a triangle on the carpeted part of the rumpus room floor. All three were eating at the Y, and from the way their mouths were slurping and licking was indicative that they were having their servings of dessert.
Marta and Felix were on a lounge in the far corner of the room. She had her thighs spread to their extremes. One leg was draped over the back of the lounge, the other was spread to a near ninety degree angle from her body, the foot waving in an erratic arc as she humped her splayed crotch against Felix's cock.
The way Felix was humping the cock to her, it's a wonder he wasn't touching her tonsils, but whatever his cock was touching, it was causing Marta to squeal with pleasure. As I watched, their furious humping stopped, their bodies shuddered, their hips jerked, and their bodies gradually settled to the lounge. When Felix finally backed away from her, pulling his horse cock from her cunt, the cream poured from her pussy and ran down the crack of her ass.
I stared at Felix's cock, and a small shudder shook my body. I knew it wasn't an impossible feat for a woman to take twelve inches of cock-which I judged Felix was near having-but I also knew that, unless a woman was built with a cunt like a cow, it would give no more pleasure than a six-inch prick. That is, if the man with the six inches knew how to use it. It was my lewd, lascivious nature that made me want to try Felix. I didn't think he would give me a greater thrill, a more fulfilling satisfaction-and I grinned as I thought, in a moment of levity, there is little doubt that I'll be fulfilled-still, was there a greater satisfaction than I'd experienced possible? Was my plunge into depravity a search for thrills I'd never had? Maybe so. I don't really know. I told myself I just wanted to know what it felt like to have such a big cock ploughing up inside of me. Anyway, I was determined to try him.
I went to the lounge where they were lying and knelt on the floor beside them. They had been lying with closed eyes, but when I touched them they opened their eyes and welcomed me with smiles. I wasted no time on preliminaries. I took hold of his flaccid cock and grinned at him.
"Is there anything left in this donkey dick for me?"
"I saved some for you, honey. But you'll have to get it hard for me."
"You get him a hard-on, baby, and I'll give you a blow job," Marta offered. "You're goin' to need a juicy pussy to take his big prick."
I was wallowing his cock in my hand, and the feel of his big, warm hunk of meat had turned me on. I tugged on his prick, urging him to roll to the carpeted floor, where the three of us would have better access to each other.
When he rolled to the floor, I was on his prick before he stopped moving. With his cock in this softened condition I was able to get it in my mouth by stretching my jaws as far apart as possible. I felt Marta's tongue searching among the hair of my crotch, and I spread my thighs and shoved my cunt to her eager mouth. I felt her tongue enter my snatch and begin licking the velvety walls of my vagina, and with a muffled moan of ecstasy I began working on Felix's cock.
It was only moments until I popped my nuts, and as I didn't want to suck Felix off, I eased his now hardened cock from my mouth and positioned myself atop his body. His cock now felt hard as a rock, and, spreading the lips of my cunt, I guided the head of his prick into my moist, gaping snatch. As his cock ploughed into my vagina, reaching a depth no other prick had ever plumbed, I thought I would faint with the pleasure and pain.
My pussy was well lubricated, but still, I'd have welcomed a jar of Vaseline. When I raised my hips, pulling his cock from my cunt, it felt like my pussy was turning wrong side out. When only the head of his cock remained between the lips of my cunt, I began a slow, downward decent. You can believe I didn't drop full force onto his prick. This was a cock a gal had to handle with care, especially until she was sure she could handle the thing without causing discomfort, or permanent injury.
Several times I slid the entire length of his prick, each time settling my cunt onto his prick with greater force, and when I was confident I was master of the situation, I began to grind my hips and hump my cunt onto his massive cock with force. I started my cunt muscles squeezing and pulling on his cock. I was pleased to see the flashes of pleasure that darted from his eyes, each time my pussy sucked and nibbled at his prick.
I rolled to my back and pulled him atop me. I spread my thighs as widely as possible and began shoving my pussy to him. He found my rhythm and began shoving the cock to me. Never before had I had so much cock in my cunt. I spread my legs as far as possible and let him hump the prick to me, while I contented myself with cunt-nibbling and cunt-squeezing his prick. His cock was so damned big in circumference, I'll bet I could've pulled his nuts by snapping my pussy muscles. The diameter of his prick really gave me something to grip my vagina to.
He began to speed up his fucking. His cock was ploughing in and out of my cunt like a well-oiled piston. I felt his cock begin to swell and thump, and I knew he was about to shoot his warm sperm deeply into my cunt. My own juices were about ready to boil over, and I pulled his face to mine and glued my lips to his.
I kept my cunt muscles working at a furious pace, and, as I searched his mouth with my tongue, I felt his body jerk. I spread my thighs as widely as possible and pulled his hips tightly into my crotch. His cock ploughed its full length into my cunt, and I felt his warm sperm splash deeply into virgin territory.
I humped my cunt onto his prick, squeezing and sucking with my cunt muscles, draining his balls of all the fuck juice I could get. As my pussy muscles worked on his cock, he kept spurting his warm cum into my cunt, and when his next spurt of juice splashed in my pussy, I bursted my nuts.
We lay there kissing, rubbing our hands over each other's bodies, enjoying the afterglow of a wonderful fuck, when Marta whispered:
"Roll on your back, Felix."
And when he rolled to his back, swinging me atop him, Marta squatted astraddle of his face. She didn't ask him to give her a blow job. I guess she just took it for granted that he'd be willing to service her, and I saw he was plenty willing to accommodate her, for the sound of his tongue lapping her cunt sounded like a thirsty dog lapping water. His big dong was still shoved up in my pussy, and I felt it begin to get hard as a rock.
When Marta had straddled his face she had taken a position facing me, she began kissing me while her hands and fingers were massaging my tits. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, and we began tongue-wrestling. I slid my hands to her crotch and spread the lips of her cunt so Felix would have a clear path for his tongue.
I could feel his tongue touching my fingers as it shot in and out of her wet, velvety walled snatch.
I felt hands on my back, pressing me forward, and I glanced over my shoulder to see who was running his hands over the cheeks of my ass. I can't say I was surprised when I saw it was Jaime, for earlier in the evening I'd seen him humping Jill Tracy in the ass. He seemed to like going in the asshole, and I was in such a lustful condition that the lechery of what I was about to do really turned me on.
I reached over my shoulder, and, taking hold of his cock, I pulled him around beside me. I took his cock into my mouth and began to lave it with saliva. Jaime had a nice sized cock, and I knew I'd have no trouble taking him, but I wanted him good and wet so he could ram it in me clear to his balls. Marta wanted some of his cock, and I slipped it from my mouth, and the two of us began to run our mouths up and down the sides of his prick.
We slid our mouths up and down his cock like we were playing a mouth organ. I felt his prick begin to swell, and we stopped our mouth action. I raised my hips in the air, easing Felix's cock from my pussy, and, using my fingers, I dug cunt cream from my snatch and laved it over the head of Jaime's cock.
He got behind me on his knees, and I bent forward, spreading the cheeks of my ass as I did so. I felt the head of his cock poking at my asshole. I bent farther forward, raising my ass higher in the air, and his cock shot into my brownie, clear to his balls. I let out a squeal of pure animal pleasure as I found a rhythm that let me see-saw back and forth on the cocks that were giving me such untold pleasure.
I was so fucking hot I began to babble obscenities. Felix was shoving so much cock to me that I began to think he was going to plow right into my womb.
Marta and I were starting to kiss, when a cock was shoved between our mouths. I glanced upward and saw Carlos. Marta and I grinned at each other and latched onto his big prick. We took turns sucking his cock into our throats. While one of us sucked his cock the other would kiss and nibble his balls.
We were all fucking and sucking like what we were doing was going out of style. We were a bunch of lust-crazed perverts, and what we were doing was too much for the human body to take. I felt the cocks in me swell and thump, and when Carlos' cock began to swell, Marta grunted and gently pushed me aside.
I felt the hot sperm shoot in my asshole and cunt at the same time my cunt let go with a gush of cream. I saw Marta shudder, and I knew Felix was getting a mouthful of cunt juice. I saw her cheeks bulge, and I knew Carlos had emptied his balls into her mouth.
Marta's cheeks kept bulging until I thought she was going to burst, and when she slid Carlos' cock, from her mouth, she reached for me and pressed her lips to mine. She began to make noises in her throat, and her tongue was slithering between my lips. A burning wave of lust swept over me as I realized what she wanted to do. I opened my mouth, and she squirted part of Carlos' cock juice into my mouth. I glued my lips to hers and sucked all his sperm she'd give me. I felt her lips close, and I heard her swallow. I did the same. Then we searched each other's mouths with our tongues, seeking the last remaining droplets.
We all fell apart and lay panting, like a bunch of depraved animals.
At the moment I was ashamed of myself, but I knew my shame wouldn't last if a big stiff cock was waved in front of me.
I tried to hide my shame as I roused myself and went to the bathroom for a shower.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
We were on the Leviathan, two days out of New York, headed for Paris, and those two days had been a continual round of sex parties. Felix and his party had sailed on the same boat, and Anton had practically lived in our staterooms since sailing. His attraction was Angie, and Angie more than welcomed his attentions.
The last two nights Anton had spent in Angie's room, which was next to mine, and could be entered by a connecting doorway, and the talk and sounds I heard coming from their room nearly drove me crazy. I'd promised myself I'd try to act like a lady on this trip, but lying in bed listening to a man put the cock to my daughter was not doing anything for my good intentions.
I'd not had a man since the party at my home had broken up, which was two weeks ago. After that party I'd been so ashamed of myself I could hardly look at my son and daughter, but Sylvia kept using her philosophy on me, telling me the children would have sunk to whatever depravity they felt, regardless of my interference.
Even Angie had chimed in, saying she'd never before experienced unorthodox sex, but had often had the desire, and the reason she hadn't was probably due to the fact that nobody had approached her with the idea. And you can imagine that this admission from Angie gave Sylvia added force for her argument. Their arguments finally made me feel better, but they didn't keep me from feeling I'd committed a terrible sin.
As I lay on my bed, naked, enjoying the ocean breeze that came through the porthole window, that lascivious, lustful feeling gnawed at my loins. I'd fought my lecherous thoughts, the itching in my loins, for more than a week, and I was at the point where I was about ready to climb the walls. I wadded up a pillow and gripped it between my thighs, working it tightly against the lips of my heated pussy, thinking it would help to ease the itch of my cunt, but nothing seemed to help.
"You whoring bitch," I sobbed. "Nothing's going to comfort that itch but a good hard cock."
I threw the pillow from me, and, going to the closet, I slipped into a dress and shoes, intentionally neglecting any other garments. I touched up my makeup, combed my hair, and went out the door. I started to take a turn around the deck, but when I came to the bar I changed my mind and decided to go in and see if I could drown my itch in alcohol.
I found a stool at the bar beside an attractive, auburn-haired woman. I settled the hips on the stool and ordered a Tom Collins. I was halfway through my drink, when the woman beside me spoke:
"Hello. I'm Francine Horvath. I saw you at dinner the other evening and asked your name. I thought that dress you was wearing was the most beautiful I've ever seen. You looked positively lovely. I noticed that all the men were looking at you and drooling, including my husband."
"Thank you. I guess you know my name, and I'm glad to make your acquaintance. I can't imagine your husband having eyes for another woman, if you're with him. You're very beautiful, but you know how men are, most of them will ogle any woman with two legs and hair on her head."
"Hell, I don't think it would make any difference to my husband if they didn't have hair or legs. Please pardon the expression, but that man of mine will ogle any woman with a pussy. Are you married, Doris?"
"No. I'm a widow, damn it," I told her, giving her a hint of a lewd grin.
I figured if a girl made a statement like she had just made to me, especially not knowing me too well, there was always the possibility that she and her husband could be exciting people to know. She looked at me, and her grin was plainer than my own.
"You sound like you're wanting a man. I shouldn't think you would have any trouble getting any man you wanted. You're an extremely beautiful woman."
"Thank you again. Since compliments are in order, I think you do very well in the beauty department yourself. The way you talk, it sounds like your husband likes the ladies."
"You can say that again." A low, musical chuckle bubbled from her throat, and she added, in a low voice, "He's almost too much man for me, and I never say anything when he goes after some strange pussy. Sometimes I think the bastard has three balls. He's the screwingest man I've ever had, and I don't mind admitting I've had plenty."
The itch in my pussy was getting worse, and I said what was on my mind:
"And I don't mind admitting I'd like to find a man like your husband. He sounds like he'd be very interesting."
Her eyes searched my face, and a bold, lustful gleam sprang to her eyes.
"Let's be honest," she said. "I think you're wantin' screwed, and I get a bang out of watchin' my husband screw another woman. I'll take you to meet my husband, if you'll let me watch the action."
"You got yourself a deal, honey. Let's have another drink and then go find this wonderful stud."
"You named him right, dear. You'll find out he's a first-rate stud. Not only in action, but also in size. C'mon, we got plenty of booze in our stateroom."
I followed her out of the bar, telling her I wanted to stop at my cabin before going to her rooms. She agreed, and when we entered my rooms, I poured her a drink and excused myself and went to my bedroom.
When I'd left earlier in the afternoon I had omitted putting on anything but a dress and shoes, but knowing I was going to what might turn out to be a wild sex party, I'd wanted to look as sexy as possible.
I went to the bathroom and washed my pussy with scented soap. The talk I'd had with Francine had started my cunt dribbling pussy juices, and I didn't want to go to a sex party with dried secretion on my inner thighs.
Next, I sprayed a perfumed deodorant all over my body, drew on a pair of long, sheer, black hose, hooked them to a black garter belt, donned a short mini dress, and was ready to leave, after a brief checkup of my hair and makeup.
When we entered her staterooms we found her husband playing cards with two of the colored stewards and a friend he'd met on the boat. The stewards were nice looking colored fellows, but there was no doubt about their being colored. They were so dark complexioned you would have to feed them garlic to find them in the dark. The other fellow was a blond, good-looking man, rather tall and slender of build.
Introductions were made, and we were given a drink. Harry, Francine's husband, boldly looked me over. I didn't mind in the least. He was a pretty nice looking fellow, and I was remembering what Francine had said about him. Allen and Jim, the stewards, were eyeing Francine and me as though they hadn't seen a white woman in ages.
There was a nice breeze going through the rooms, but the men had discarded their shirts and undershirts, probably with the idea of being more comfortable. Francine's remark to her husband confirmed my thoughts that she was a wild swinger.
"The way you and your friends are discarding your clothes makes me think you're playing strip poker, Harry. If you are, why can't a couple of gals get in the game?" she said, winking at Harry and casting a bold look at the other two fellows.
"That's a hell of a good idea," Harry answered, a lecherous grin spreading over his face, as he added, "To make the game interesting, we'll make a rule. The first man and woman naked has to put on a fucking show and let the rest of us watch."
"Okay by you, Doris?" she asked, her eyes bright with a lustful gleam.
"Hell, yes. Just give me another drink, so I won't be so ashamed of myself," I quipped.
At present, I wasn't ashamed. I no doubt would be later, but right now I was hot enough to fuck a snake, but I didn't see the sense in letting them know that.
The game started, and in seven hands of poker Francine was completely naked, and that girl had a shape that was out of this world. I had a hunch she'd deliberately played losing cards in order to be the first cunt naked. The next hand was played, and Allen bet his last garment, which was his undershorts.
I stayed in the pot, calling with my garter belt, the last of my clothing.
Jim dropped out, and Harry won the pot. That made Fran and Allen the first couple to be naked.
"Okay, baby," Harry said, grinning, "get your ass on the lounge and let us see the show."
Fran took possession of the lounge with such eagerness, you'd think she was staking out a gold claim.
Allen had shed his undershorts while sitting at the table, and when he stood to his feet, he was the object of admiring eyes. At least Fran and I gave him an approving look, but Harry's and Jim's eyes flashed with envy.
Allen was of medium height and well muscled. The muscle that held my attention was the big, thick, black muscle between his legs. His cock wasn't completely hard, but I would've been willing to bet anybody in the room a blow job that his hunk of meat would go eleven inches when hard, and if it wasn't big around as my wrist, I'd eat every damned inch of it.
I glanced at Fran to see what effect the sight of that black, kidney prodder was having on her. Her eyes were filled with lust, and she had a hungry look on her face. I decided right then that she was no stranger to a big cock. Her legs were spread as widely as she could get them, and she was reaching for Allen with extended arms.
Three pairs of eyes were glued to her crotch as she fisted that bulbous-headed bowel mover, and guided it between the passion-swollen lips of her wet, pink gash. I noticed that she couldn't completely span it with her fingers, but that didn't bother her. Her gasp was plainly heard as that huge intruder entered her cunt channel.
"Easy, baby. Let me get used to it, then you can pound it to me."
Jim, Harry, and I were sitting on the floor with our eyes glued to Fran's expanded cunt. We had an excellent view. Fran had her thighs spread, her knees drawn chestward, and we three spectators watched that enormous cock slide up in her cunt until it was completely hidden from our view. Fran had squirmed and twisted her ass several times, slowed Allen's entrance a couple of times, but now she seemed to be master of the situation, for we heard her whisper:
"Okay, baby. Now fuck it to me."
Her hips raised from the lounge as she ground her splayed crotch against his pubic hair.
As we watched, they began to fuck in earnest. Fran's face was contorted in ecstatic agony. Her head rolled from side to side on the cushion. I don't think Allen had pumped her more than six or seven times when she clutched him, shoved her crotch in the air and held it there-suspended-while her hips shuddered convulsively. A gasping moan bubbled from her throat, and her secretion came slowly, bathing his cock and balls until they glistened.
"More, baby. Keep fuckin' me, and the next time I blow my nuts I'll make the hit at the same time as you."
I felt hands on my thighs, and as my pussy was wet and hot, I rolled to my back and spread my legs. This gesture was an invitation for either of them to put the cock to me, and I lay with closed eyes, waiting expectantly. I was in such a state of passion that I didn't care which one of them mounted me; furthermore, I expected to take them all on before the burning itch in my cunt began to lessen.
I.felt a body crawling between my thighs. Fingers spread my pussy lips, and I felt the big head of a fat cock enter my cunt channel. The prick I was getting was nice-both in length and circumference-for I felt my fucker's pubic hair pressing against the lips of my cunt.
I felt the head of my still-unknown fucker's cock seeking the extreme depths of my cunt channel. His prick was damned satisfying, but I could've told him he'd have to go deeper if he wanted to get into virgin territory, but I feared a statement of this kind-admitting to the large cocks I'd accommodated-would sound very much like I was bragging, and also, very unladylike.
My attacker hooked his arms under my bent knees and lifted them onto his shoulders, and when he did this, it seemed like his cock gained another inch into the depths of my vagina. I gasped with the exquisite pain, and my eyes flew open. I looked into the black, pleasure-filled face of the steward Jim.
When I saw who my fucking companion was, a million tingling thrills shot through my cunt. I don't mean to imply that a Negro is better fucking than a white man, but if a gal likes to fuck, there's a psychological satisfaction in wrapping her white thighs about the body of a black man, and knowing that the cock that's ploughing in and out of her pussy's a big, black hunk of meat.
Harry was sitting at my head, giving words of encouragement to Jim, which Jim didn't need. Harry's cock was standing stiff and hard as a flagpole. I took hold of it-intending to give him a hand job, and damned if he didn't raise to his knees and ram his big prick between my lips. I thought, what the hell? I'd been wanting cock, and here was a chance to get some at both ends, so why not make the most of it? I opened my mouth and sucked the head of his prick into my throat. I then raised my hips in the air and ground my cunt onto Jim's prick. I put my cunt and throat muscles into action, and groans of pleasure rolled from the throats of my ravishers.
I looked past Harry's body, to the lounge. Allen was still humping Francine. I wondered if they were working for their second hit. I hoped so, for I wanted some of Allen's cock, and if he was banging her for the third time, he wouldn't be in very good shape for me. I threw my ass and mouth into high gear and really went to work on the cocks that were buried in me. I felt the juices boiling in my ovaries, and I increased the action of my throat and cunt muscles.
I felt the prick within me begin to swell and thump. I opened my thighs as far as possible and pulled Jim into my splayed crotch. I raised my hips in the air and humped my cunt onto Jim's cock, squeezing, nibbling, and sucking with my pussy muscles. Jim shoved the cock to me and held it deep in my cunt. I felt his body shudder, his prick thump, and his wet, warm sperm flooded my cunt.
I kept humping my hot cunt onto his spouting cock, and when my orgasm hit, I think it must've started from my toes, fingertips, and tits, only to explode in my cunt. I spread my thighs as far as possible, and the cream slithered from my pussy.
With my mouth full of cock, I moaned and mumbled like a crazy person. I couldn't seem to stop my creaming cunt. My stopper had been pulled, and pussy juice kept coming.
It was at this moment that Harry's balls emptied their load of cum into my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, not missing a drop of his sperm, and I think the taste of his cum again started my pussy creaming.
I kept working on their cocks until I couldn't get any juice from them. I gently pushed them from me, and, as Jim's cock slipped from my cunt-with a slight sucking sound-I felt cock and cunt juice pour from my pussy channel and run down the crack of my ass. From the wet, sloppy condition of my crotch, I think I must've spouted a pint of pussy cream.
I lay with eyes closed, resting for a few moments. When I opened my eyes, I saw that Allen had rolled from between Fran's thighs and was lying on his back, on the floor. I crawled to him and took hold of his cock. He opened his eyes, looked at me, and grinned.
"Right now, the old boy ain't got much life in him," he said, his white teeth flashing in his face. "If I went to the bathroom and washed him, do you think you could get him ready to go again?"
"If I went with you and washed, do you think you could get my pussy ready to take him?" I retorted, grinning.
"I think it's worth a try," he agreed.
We got to our feet and started for the bathroom, and I noticed that Francine, Harry, and Jim were missing.
I stepped to the bedroom door and looked in. I motioned for Allen and he came to me, looking over my shoulder.
Jim was lying on his back. Francine was atop him in a sixty-nine position, sucking his cock. Francine was on her knees with her ass raised in the air, and Harry's cock was buried in her asshole, ball deep.
We watched for a few moments, when Allen pulled me closely against his loins. I reached behind me and felt a raising of his cock. I turned and started for the bathroom, leading him by the cock. After washing, we returned to the lounge in the living room.
I was a little reluctant to go the limit with Allen. I'd never sucked a full-blooded Negro's cock, and I was a little hesitant to explore a further depth of depravity, but Allen parted my thighs and glued his mouth to the parted lips of my cunt, and all reluctance of sucking a black cock left me.
I eased my lips over the bulbous head of his cock, and a thrill of perversion shook my entire body. Right then I knew I was going to give him the best blow job I'd ever given a man. My first intentions were to get his cock hard enough to fuck, but these intentions soon left me. Thrills were running through my body from my tits to my cunt, and I knew I wouldn't let go of his prick until he'd given me a load of his cum.
He was eating my cunt like a man that was starved for food and was being served an excellent dinner. He sent his thick red tongue into my cunt channel and fluttered it like the wing of a humming bird. The cunt juice was bubbling and roiling in my ovaries, and I knew I'd blow my nuts at any minute.
I took his cock deep into my throat and started my throat muscles sucking, squeezing, and nibbling on his prick. His cock began to swell and thump, and muffled moans of pleasure gurgled! from his throat.
I spread my thighs widely and shoved my cunt against his mouth. His tongue plunged deep into my cunt, fluttered, and my cunt leaked cream into his mouth. I think the taste must've triggered his nuts, for his balls poured the biggest load of cum down my throat I'd ever sucked from a prick. I gagged, spluttered, and wheezed, but I finally got his flow under control, and you can believe I sucked and nibbled his prick until the last drop oozed from the head of his cock.
We fell apart and lay gasping for breath. I don't know how long I lay with eyes closed, resting. I was brought back to the realm of sanity by Francine's voice:
"Honey, you promised me you'd let me watch my husband fuck you. Are you ready to take him?"
"Baby, if he's got a hard cock, bring him to me, and I'll fuck him until he's weak."
Again, I was sinking into the depths of extreme perversity, and I didn't give a damn what I said or did. I was extremely hot, wanted fucked, and I didn't give a damn who the man was that did it. I didn't think Allen was in any shape to fuck, but I mentally made a promise that I'd get to him before the party broke up.
Fran left and returned with Harry. I spread my thighs and reached my arms for him, noticing that his cock was hard and stiff as a board. I judged Harry had about nine inches of cock, and it was as fat as a good sized cucumber. I was thinking that I could get a good pussy grip on a hunk of meat like that, and I took hold of his prick and pulled him between my gaping thighs.
I guided his prick between the wet, hungry lips of my cunt and groaned as he rammed the fucking thing in me, ball deep.
Francine knelt at the side of the lounge and glued her eyes to her husband's cock, sliding in and out of my cunt. She had a lecherous grin on her face and her eyes were filled with lust. She began sucking and nibbling my tits.
I had been lying with eyes closed, enjoying the feel of Harry's cock ploughing up in my cunt, when I felt Francine take a hard bite at my tit. I gasped find opened my eyes and saw the reason for her clamping down on my tit. Jim was on his knees behind her and was shoving his cock up her shitter. This was twice I'd seen her take it in the ass, and I thought to myself: here's a gal that likes to take it in the ass.
Francine's ass fucking didn't seem to hinder her from enjoying the sight of her husband putting the cock to me. She raised one of my legs and hooked my knee over the back of her neck, in order to get a good view of Harry's cock sliding in and out of my pussy. The sight of me being fucked didn't seem to satisfy her. She slid her hand to my crotch and worked her fingers between my cunt lips and began to massage my clitty.
You can well believe that this action soon rang my bell. I shoved my cunt onto Harry's cock, clamping Francine's hand tightly between our pelvises, and my pussy began spouting cream like Old Faithful. Harry too got a thrill from this action, for he moaned, pressed his lips to mine, and emptied his balls into my hungry cunt.
Harry rolled from between my thighs, and I j looked at Allen, winked, and reached my arms to him. He came eagerly to me. His cock looked like a large roll of salami, swollen and bloated with passion. With one hand I held the lips of my cunt apart, and with the other I guided his monstrous prick into my vagina.
Allen was gentle and easy until he had his prick well imbedded in my cunt. Then he began to pound the meat to me. I opened my thighs and shoved my crotch to him, grinding my gash onto the base of his prick. He moved his mouth to one of my tits and began to suck the nipple. I pulled him into my spread thighs and began clamping my pussy muscles onto his cock. I felt the pussy cream begin to broil in my ovaries, and I sank my heels in the cheeks of his ass, pulled him tightly to me and gave a shuddering moan, and I thought my orgasm was going to blow off the top of my head.
We rolled apart and lay gasping for breath. I asked for a drink, and, after downing the half a glass of whiskey, I lay back on the lounge and closed my eyes. I felt a body spread my legs and crawl between my thighs. I opened my legs widely and felt a cock entering my cunt channel.
I didn't even open my eyes to see who was giving me the meat; I didn't care. I only knew I was willing and ready. I don't know who, or how many I crotch cradled from then on. I know that I passed out with somebody humping me, and I don't remember anything until I awoke in my rooms the next day.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
When we arrived in Paris I took an entire suite in one of the best hotels. I called down for a supply of cognac, champagne, and whiskeys, and it had no more than been delivered, when Marta-who was staying at the same hotel, with her party-knocked at the door. I was still unpacking, but courtesy demanded I offer her a drink. One drink led to two, and within an hour she and Jaime were stripped naked and fucking up a storm, right in front of Angie, Sylvia, and me. I tried to keep from watching, but that didn't do any good. Their moans, groans, and obscene babblings distracted me completely.
I grabbed Sylvia by the arm and started out the door. This, Angie wasn't going to stand for, and she trailed along. I located Arla's and Marta's suite by questioning a bellhop.
I knocked and barged in when I received the invitation. Felix, Carlos, Anton, and Arla were also unpacking and in a state of undress. All the men were deviling Arla. They had the clothes practically stripped from her. She was taking the razzing good naturedly, laughing and slipping her beautiful, dusky hued body from their grasps. When she saw me enter the room, she flung her warm, voluptuous body into my arms, and cried: "Oh, honey, I'm glad you showed up. These bastards have been after me for the last hour. I like to screw, but I know what that Felix and Carlos can do to a girl. They can push cock to a girl until she wonders if she's going to be able to piss through her pussy. You help me, and we'll give them so much pussy they'll wish they'd never seen a cunt."
I didn't need a second invitation. I saw that Angie and Sylvia were servicing Anton, so I made a dive for Felix. He was clad only in underwear, and I soon stripped him of those and fell onto his half-hard cock. Arla began to service Carlos, and I gave my full attention to Felix.
I fell onto his big, black cock and gobbled as much of it into my mouth as I could get.
I had always thought I was a pretty good fucker, but when I left Arla's room I was weak. I don't know how many times Felix and Carlos had stuck me. All I knew was that I was always ready. When I left, Angie and Sylvia were still working on Anton. And for a moment I felt depressed that I was leaving my daughter sucking a man's cock, but I left, feeling momentarily satisfied.
I wandered listlessly along the hall. I was tired, restless, and very much ashamed of myself. I was in a state of half drunkenness, remorse, but was still wanting something I couldn't quite put a finger on. I knew I was staggering as I walked along, but I didn't give a damn. My feelings were ambivalent. I wanted more sex, but I just couldn't continue to act as I had in front of my daughter.
I walked to the end of the hall, turned right to go to my suite, and ran-or staggered-into a man and a girl locked in each other's arms, while another man leaned against the wall watching them. The man who was kissing her must've had three hands, the way they were traveling over her body. I murmured an apology, but the two never broke their embrace. I don't think an earthquake would have disturbed them. The way the girl was twisting and rolling her hips against his loins, I think she must've been giving him a dry fuck.
I started to go around them, when the man who was leaning against the wall stepped in front of me and barred my passage.
"We were on our way downstairs to get a drink. May I invite you to join us? I don't like to stand around and watch them play grabs; it makes me feel like a third wheel," he remarked, flashing me an engaging smile.
I looked him over. I was a little surprised and startled, but in truth I was immensely pleased. He was a well-dressed man, attractive, and, though he spoke excellent English, I imagined him to be of German descent. He was blond, rather stocky, and I thought I could detect a slight guttural sound in the quality of his voice.
"Thank you. If I'm not intruding, I'd be pleased to have a drink with you," I replied, flashing my best, alluring smile.
"I promise you won't be intruding. Come."
He broke the other two apart, and introductions were made. I learned my new friend was Paul Kesselring, and the kissing couple were Gerta Reuter and Max Arndt.
We entered the cocktail lounge, and Max led the way to an oval, leather-upholstered booth in a darkened corner of the room. We seated ourselves, and Paul ordered.
When we'd been served, Max and Gerta began the kissing and feeling game again. I watched their display of ardor until I felt myself surreptiously squeezing and rubbing my thighs together. I wondered briefly what this acquaintance was going to lead to. I knew Gerta's hands were busy under the table, working at Max's crotch, and the way she was wallowing over Max I didn't think she could hold out much longer. That gal was sure hot to trot, and by watching them I was soon in the mood to do a little trotting myself.
We'd had several rounds of drinks, when Paul said, laughing, in a low whisper:
"I don't know whether it's the drinks or watching the actions of our friends, but something has my blood pressure rising and my heart pounding. But that could also be due to your nearness."
"I could say the same thing," I told him, smiling and letting my gaze rove over his face.
I don't know if it was the drinks or my heightened sexual desire, but I suddenly found him more attractive than I'd first imagined and scooted closer to him, pressing my thighs tightly against his legs.
He dropped his hand to my leg and began trailing his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh. I offered no resistance to his hand. I didn't believe in pretending a hypocrisy that I didn't feel. I opened my thighs, offering him free admittance to my heated crotch. He accepted my offer and slipped his hand beneath the leg band of my panties, his fingers slipping into my wet, passion-laden vagina, and a soft moan escaped my lips as his thumb pressed my throbbing clitoris.
I dropped my hand to the inside of his thigh and felt the hardening of his cock. I clasped it in my hand and squeezed, and his moans of enjoyment mingled with mine.
"Why don't we go to my apartment?" I suggested. "I have plenty of booze there, and we'll have more privacy."
"I can't leave Max and Gerta. We'll have to invite them to come along," he replied.
"So?" I whispered, my hand stroking his cock.
"They won't mind if you don't. In fact, having them with us might make the situation more interesting."
"I like interesting situations," I told him. "Let's go."
Max and Gerta accepted our invitation with alacrity, and we left the lounge, heading for my. apartment.
We entered my apartment, and I told my guests to make themselves comfortable while I poured drinks. I was busy in my small kitchenette, fixing drinks, when Paul entered and took me into his arms. I was ready, and I made no bones about it. I reached for his cock and found it standing like a flagpole. I gently pushed him from me and slipped my panties from my hips. I backed up against the sink and, spreading my thighs, guided his cock to my pink slit. My position, with ass resting on the sink, was just right for his standing height. He rammed his cock to me, and I whimpered my pleasure. We reached our climax together, and he was withdrawing from me, when Gerta entered the kitchenette.
"Ohhh, I'm sorry," she said. "I thought ... I didn't know...."
"Never mind apologies," I interrupted, laughing. "We had to answer an urgent call, and we thought you and Max would be too busy to notice our absence."
Gerta stood there with her mouth slightly agape, her full bosom rising and falling with the force of her breathing. Her eyes were lustrious, shining with a deep-seated passion.
"That damned Max passed out on me, just when I needed him most," she complained, her eyes glued to Paul's wet, hanging cock.
For the first time, I took a good look at her. She was an exceptionally good-looking girl, with green, hazel-flecked eyes, a lovely complexion, and dark chestnut-colored hair which she wore in shoulder length waves. Her mouth was a little large but well formed, and her lips were a trifle heavy, giving her a sensual look, and from the way she wore her clothes, I imagined they covered a fabulous figure.
I watched her as she stared at Paul's man-sized dong and kept running the tip of her tongue over wet, full lips. She wanted and needed a man. Her burners were turned about as high as they would go, without her exploding.
"With a little encouragement from you, I think Paul would be ready for more crotch-cradling," I offered. "Why don't you two go in the other room, and I'll bring you drinks in a few minutes."
"You wouldn't mind?" they chorused together, laughing.
"Get going before I change my mind," I said, grinning. "I just might see what I can do about bringing Max back to the land of the living."
Gerta was taking her clothes off as they left the kitchenette. I figured Paul would be damned lucky if he didn't get raped. That Gerta was wasting screwed, and she didn't intend to waste any time about getting on her back and spreading her thighs.
I hurried with making the drinks. I had enough voyeurism in me to enjoy watching the scene between Gerta and Paul, and I really didn't think they'd care if I watched their performance.
I found a tray, and, loading it with four glasses and a pitcher of martinis, I entered the parlor.
Max was still sleeping on the lounge, and as I didn't see anything of Gerta and Paul, I continued on to the bedroom.
When I entered the bedroom I found Gerta and Paul in a sixty-nine position on the bed. I put the tray of drinks on a stand and seated myself very quietly, though I don't think they would have heard me if I'd called their names, they were so engrossed in what they were doing.
Paul was on the bottom and Gerta was on top, with her thighs straddling his face. I was in a position to see Paul's tongue darting in and out of Gerta's pink slit. I saw her hips shudder and jerk. As I watched, Gerta reversed herself and, straddling his hips, worked his cock into her pussy and began kissing and licking her juices from his lips. She looked up and saw me watching her, and winked at me.
I had watched their erotic sensuality until I was ready to climb the walls. I stripped to the skin and took a position on the bed beside Gerta. She offered me Paul's cock, and I gobbled it into my mouth, sucking the head of it into my throat as far as I could get it. I was hot as a stove lid, and I began working my throat muscles.
I sucked and squeezed on the head of his cock while running my tongue up and down the underside of his throbbing meat. I felt his cock throb and pulsate, and the cum poured into my mouth. I sucked him dry and rolled to my back, wanting a cock so bad, I was at the point of screaming.
Gerta was again atop Paul, trying to stuff his limber cock into her pussy. I decided there was nothing here for me, and, scooting from the bed I went to the parlor to see what I could do with Max.
Max was lying in the same position as I'd last seen him. I couldn't understand how he'd passed out so quickly, unless he'd been drinking heavily before I'd joined the party.
I sat on the floor beside the lounge and fished into his pants for his cock. I was surprised as my hand cupped it and dragged it out. He had a beautiful piece of meat, longer than eight inches, I judged, when hard. He must've been dreaming about screwing some girl-me I hoped-for his prick was in a half-hard condition. I skinned the foreskin back and inspected it carefully. It looked clean, in fact it had a powdered smell about it. I stripped his pants from him and his undershorts, pulled his shoes from his feet and piled them in a bundle at the foot of the lounge.
I'd made up my mind to have some of his cock if I had to stuff it in my pussy in a half-hard condition. I sucked his cock into my mouth and began playing with his balls. I worked on his prick with oral expertise, and the damned thing began to swell to tremendous proportions, and I knew he was either dreaming of sex or pretending to be passed out.
I was amazed how big and hard his cock had grown while in a blacked-out condition, but I wasted no time trying to find the answer. I had learned to never look a gift horse in the mouth.
I positioned myself astraddle his hip and began working the bulbous head of his cock between the lips of my cunt. I finally worked the full length of him into me. I rode up and down on his cock, my body shuddering with the ecstasy of the wonderful feeling that coursed through my loins.
I delighted in the feel of his cock ploughing the walls of my vagina apart, trying to reach the depths of my cunt. As I rode to the end of his cock, I could feel the walls of my cunt channel closing behind his receding prick. I worked my pussy muscles and slid up and down on his cock like a jack in the box, but I didn't seem to get much response from him.
I still couldn't understand why his cock stayed hard, while he, seemingly, was dead to the world. But I didn't let this bother me. I fucked his big cock like screwing was going out of style.
I blew my nuts twice all over his balls, with no response from him. I eased my pussy off his cock and was surprised that the damned thing was still hard.
I could have stayed with him, but I wanted a cock that would shoot a fuck into me. I left him lying there, his cock hard and standing in the air like a flagpole.
I went back to the bedroom and joined Paul and Gerta. They were lying there, evidently recuperating from their past indulgence. I climbed on the bed beside them and began playing with Paul's cock. I soon saw it was going to take a lot of work to get him in shape to fuck, and I rolled from him, still hot as a two-barrelled pistol freshly fired.
Gerta saw my condition and came to my rescue. I felt her mouth working up to the inside of my thighs, and I spread my legs and offered her free passage to my pussy. Her mouth worked higher and higher, her tongue licking, her lips kissing and nibbling at my thighs. Her destination was my moist, throbbing pussy. I spread my thighs still further and shoved my heated crotch to her face. Her tongue found my slit and worked between the lips of my pussy. Her tongue dived deeply, licking the walls of my vagina.
After a few moments of paying homage to my pussy tunnel, her lips went to my throbbing clitoris. Her tongue fluttered over this sensitive muscle until I thought I would scream. She teased my clitty to a swollen, pulsating, quivering muscle. Then her tongue dived deeply into my cunt and fluttered like the wing of a humming bird, and my cream gushed forth. My hips shuddered and jerked, as she licked and gulped the last droplets of my juices.
Gerta moved her mouth upwards, licking my navel and going on to my breasts. She raised her mouth from my tits and smiled at me, her lips glistening with my cunt juices.
Gerta was a beautiful girl, and at that moment she looked to me like the personification of everything that was lovely. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her passion-swollen lips, tasting the residue of my juices. She broke the kiss and whispered:
"Do you like it?"
"I loved it, honey. It was wonderful," I told her, grinning. "You're pretty good at licking a pussy. Where did you learn?"
"From my sister," she answered, unabashed. "We often make love together. Her husband doesn't give her the love she needs, and she comes to me when she's hard up."
Paul lay there, seemingly unaffected by our display of erotic sex. I decided Paul and Max were a couple of foul balls, and I broke the party up at the first opportunity.
We spent seven weeks in Paris, but saw very little of the historical sights. Our visit to Paris was a continual round of screwing parties.
Sylvia and Angie screwed every man they could get their hands on, and I was no better. When I couldn't find a man, I went to Jaime's bed and practically raped him.
I finally became so disgusted with myself that I set a date for returning to the States.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
After arriving home, I firmly made up my mind that I was going to lead a different life. I located a psychiatrist and began taking treatments. I had been on his couch four times, when he began to make advances. I tried to resist, but I'd not had enough therapy, or either his therapy was not working on me, for I finally spread my thighs and welcomed him aboard.
From then on my appointments were not psychiatric therapy; they became screwing sessions.
I saw this man was doing me no good, and, trying to keep my good intentions, I left him and began treatments with another doctor.
The same thing happened on my third session on his couch.
I'm not implying that all psychiatrists are of this type. I know there are many good psychiatrists, but I guess I just found a couple that were not too entrenched in the ethics of their profession.
I finally gave this doctor his walking papers too. Don't think I didn't enjoy their attentions. I did, very much. But in my more rational days I would again become blue, downhearted, and disgusted with myself.
Conditions at home were not conducive to my better behavior. Sylvia and Angie were carrying on like a couple of bitch dogs in heat. Hardly a night passed that they didn't have four or five men in for a party.
I walked in the house one night and heard voices in the playroom. I made my way to the playroom and paused at the doorway. I was not sneaking, but I don't think they would have heard me, had I blown a trumpet.
Sylvia and Angie were naked as jaybirds, and the five men they were entertaining were in the same state of undress. Sylvia was servicing three men. One was ramming cock in her pussy, one had his cock buried in her asshole, and she was giving a blow job to the other.
Angie was fucking one and giving the other a blow job.
I watched until the juices began to wet my crotch, and then I thought: what the hell. If I can't beat them, I'll join them, and, stripping to the skin, I entered the room and appropriated one of Sylvia's boy friends. I pulled him from her, and said:
"C'mon, baby. You got some fuckin' to do," and, throwing my thighs apart, I guided him to my wet, hungry snatch.
