Even with the rising rate of divorce, the liberalized attitude toward sex and the common occurrence of "living together arrangements", most surveys have shown that Americans still overwhelmingly believe in the institution of marriage. But despite that belief, the basic structure and workings of contemporary matrimony are a far cry from those of its predecessors.
Today there are more and more families in which both the husband and the wife work. There also seems to be a more equal sharing of the responsibilities of home and children. And there appears to be a radical change occurring in marital sex mores.
Jessica and Blake Talbot are an average young American couple who find themselves at a crossroads-their marriage, while solid and filled with mutual respect, has grown routine. The Talbots find, however, that they are capable of great flexibility, and manage to change their situation without sacrificing their marriage. While their solution may seem shocking to some, for Jessica and Blake it proves a satisfactory outlet and a uniting force.
PASS AROUND WIVES-the story of one young suburban couple's personal attempt to make their marriage more meaningful. A mirror of our changing times. An entertaining novel with a serious message.
-The Publisher
ONE
JESSICA TALBOT NEARLY STRANGLED ON her drink. She'd just been told to go ahead and fuck Christine's husband-by Christine!
She said, "N-Now wait a minute, Christine. When I said ... when we were talking about kind of going for each other's husbands, that was way back in school, before they were even our husbands, and-"
Embarrassed, she gulped the rest of her drink and felt just a little numb around the lips, a sure sign that she was well on the way to getting smashed.
The other woman said calmly, "Don't fall apart, darling. Dink has had the same feelings for you-haven't you, dear? Haven't you told me how much you've always wanted to lay Jessica?"
A big, rugged-looking man, Dink grinned. "Sure. Any man who can raise a hard-on wants to fuck Jessica."
Sputtering, Jessica said, "Look, you two, we're great friends and all that, but-"
Christine Manners stood up, a slim and regal woman who seemed younger than her twenty-eight years. "I'll leave you alone. You convince her, Dink."
"Wait-" Jessica said, but the other woman was gone, sweeping away and out of the living room, and before Jessica could get her head straight, before she could clear it of the cobwebs so much gin had put there, she felt his warm, strong hands on her shoulders.
Wheeling towards him, she tried to say something, to come up with anything that would stop this craziness they had somehow fallen into. But his chiseled mouth was so close, and his eyes burned into hers.
He kissed her, his mouth gentle but pressuring her lips until they parted; then his tongue slid easily in and discovered hers. The shock was electric, a wet, hot jolt that shook her to the pit of her stomach, that made the nipples of her tits leap straight out in violent response.
His hands moved down her back, one of them creeping around until it cupped her tit. Jessica's blood thundered in her ears, and she quivered as her teeth raked his. She'd always been drawn to Dink Manners, and now her teen-age dreams were coming true. She was in his arms, crushed against his big chest, and she loved it, loved the raw and powerful emotions that were racing throughout her body.
Dink rolled the aching nipple of her distended tit between thumb and forefinger; his palm mashed down her mound, let it spring up again, all aching and sensitive. Dimly, the logical part of her mind told her that she should struggle, that she was playing the bitch and being unfaithful to her own husband.
But she didn't feel logical. She felt wonderful and crazy and drunk. She felt all sexy and far-out, and she dared to let her hand drop into Dink's lap, to feel the swollen prick that was held back by the tightness of his pants. Then Jessica was lost for sure; the very touch of that big cock sent hot prickles scampering up her spine, and her cunt turned soft and juicy.
"D-Dink," she breathed into his mouth, "oh, Dink ... help me...."
"Yeah, baby," he said, his big and gentle hands turning her body more into his own. "Just lie back, and I'll help you get off your shorts."
She did try to struggle then, but weakly, the strength gone out of her arms and legs. When she stopped fighting, he had pulled her shorts down over her long legs and was busy peeling off her halter. Her tits leaped out into his seeking hands, flesh on flesh, and a shudder rippled through her body. Gasping, squirming, she felt over his hard, muscled body, over his hairy chest and flat belly.
His cock was suddenly in her hands, and she squeezed the big rod, finding and caressing the heavy sac of his balls. Jessica's head swung from side to side involuntarily, caught up in the primitive rhythm of her needs. She wanted his prick, this strange new meat she was rolling in her palms badly. It was different and eager, not the same old shape and the same old movements.
"You're a beautiful woman," Dink said down to her, and her dazed eyes focused upon him, saw him crouching between her spread legs. "I've always wanted to get into this sweet little cunt, and always envied old Blake for fucking it all the time."
He stroked her knees, her thighs, and her fingertips wandered over the head of his throbbing cock, felt the slipperiness of the cock juice gathered there. He slid a hand over her cunt, and it was as if her body were a tuning fork, struck and vibrating.
"Deep, rich cunt hair," Dink murmured. "I really dig hair so thick and shaggy." His finger pushed through the bush and found the ready hotness of her cuntlips, sliding along them back and forth. When he shoved the tip into her pussy slit, Jessica was more than ready for it. Her ass gave a little twitch and her pelvis leaped upward. His finger went in to the knuckle, and the satiny depths of her cunt closed around it.
"Hot and tight," Dink said, moving his finger in and out of her slippery hole, teasing her some before he reached up and began teasing her stiffening clitoris. "There, baby."
She wiggled, rolling her hips and making convulsive motions with her belly, bright, hot flashes radiating from her cunt. All the goofy feeling was gone, all the embarrassment of being handled by another woman's husband. She was so hot she was blazing, and nothing in the universe mattered except the man poised over her surging flesh, ready to fuck her.
He took out the finger and set the pulpy head of his prick against her gash, balancing the flared knob of his cock against the humid slot of her hairy cunt. She reached for his hips, caught her fingers into his skin and pulled him down, forcing him to drive his cock deeply into her hungry box.
"It's in!" she cried. "Oh ... ahh! Yes, your cock's in my pussy, at last. Shove it deep, darling. Push it in to the balls!"
He pushed, and the shaft jammed into her hole, the knob reaching up into her cunt to bounce off her womb. She felt the wrinkled sac of his balls swing softly against the crack of her uptilted ass. So much lovely, hard meat inside her, so much strength and love. She rotated her ass and wrung her snatch around his shaft, making the head of his cock rake softly along the walls of her cunt and touch her quivering clit.
"Lovely, lovely," she crooned, hiking her ass to meet his thrusts, lifting her long legs high and bringing them down so that she could cross her ankles over the small of his heaving back.
Dink buried the length of his prick in her cunt, pulled it back for another piston-like stroke, and she drew the pointed nipples of her tits across his hairy chest, clinging with both hands to his muscular ass. She had a cock jammed to the hilt in her cunt. She was screwing a man not her husband, knowing the gorgeous prick of another woman's husband, and the sensation was terrific, maddening.
She clamped him between her legs, dug her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass and tried to force his prick impossibly deeper into her clenching cunt with every thrust. Stroke for heavy, slamming stroke, she matched his movements, trying to eat up his cock with the suctioning strength of her cunt.
Shaking her ass, rolling her belly and moaning between clenched teeth, Jessica rode the seesawing movements of his cock, reveling in the marvelous feeling of his dong pounding her snatch, loving its thick roundness, the spongy head that lanced to the far end of her dripping cunt.
"D-Darling ... oohh! Dink, you wonderful, hard-cocked man! You're making me come! Oh! Ahh! I'm coming, COMING!"
She went just a little mad then, grinding and humping upon the hard cock that was hammering so deeply into her spasming cunt. She clawed at the cheeks of his ass and tried to squeeze him to pieces with the gripping of her legs.
Lights flashed behind her eyes, and explosions thundered sweetly within the confines of her cunt, sending hot, wet sparks flying through tissue and membrane, through nerves and flesh and skin. She came furiously, wildly, twisting and heaving in the ecstasy of completion, moaning and shaking.
Jessica felt the special moment when her sex partner turned convulsive, when he stiffened out and gasped. Dink was coming, too, and she ground her cunt hard on his embedded cock when the head flexed to release its precious load of fuck juice. The thick jism shot from his prick, came hissing like a fountain into the sheath of her cunt. It was hot and thick, rich and creamy, and the force of its heavy stream splattered the length and breadth of her spasming twat.
She felt his come filling her snatch, felt the drops sliding down the trunk of his prick to leak from her expanded cuntlips. The overflow puddled in the crack of her ass, and she loved the soft, wet sensation.
Jessica melted, flowed tenderly down as her legs slipped from Dink's back. He held his prick in her cunt, kept it shoved in to the balls, and from time to time he made little grinding motions. Every movement was another thrill, and she luxuriated in them, gave herself up wholly to them, the utter sensualist.
When he at last backed his cock from the clutch of her hole, Jessica sighed and tried to hold him inside by clamping down with her cunt muscles and her thighs. The mushroom head of his prick held for a long, enjoyable moment, then plopped outside as his weight lifted from her.
"Oh damn," she said. "I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to keep your prick inside my cunt forever."
He smiled down at her, and she dropped her glance from his face to the polished and greasy head of his magnificent cock. Suddenly she felt changed, as if she had been turned inside out and all the dark things spilled from her, all the unwanted things. Yet she knew that she was still whole and real, because she could feel the beauty of his jism held within her cunt, feel it leaking into her ass and along one thigh.
Dink said, "You can have it all you want, darling. You can take my prick whenever you want it, anytime and anywhere."
Another voice cut in, an alien to their own special world, and Jessica flinched as Christine said, "That's if, dear. Jessica can fuck you all she wants, providing she sets up her own husband for me. I like strange cock, too, darling-and I've really always had the same kind of desire for Blake Talbot."
Jessica groped for her discarded shorts and hunched over, trying to hide her naked tits from the other woman, and Christine said, "Don't be guilty, darling. There's no need for it. Sex is for fun and love, and nobody should have to be sneaky about it. You screwed my husband with my complete permission, and I'm happy for both of you. But I do want to make it with Blake, and as soon as possible. Watching you and Dink fuck really turned me on."
When her shorts were spread across her lap, Jessica felt better, even though she knew it was a silly reaction, that this woman, this old friend, had actually seen them fuck. She said, "But ... what you're talking about is wife-swapping, or mate-trading, or whatever it's called."
Christine laughed and busied herself pouring drinks. "It's generally called swinging, and it's something that Dink and I learned back East. Just the past year, that is, and then Dink's company had to go and ship him back out here to the coast. But at least it brought us all back together again, and gave Dink the chance to screw you. He always wanted to."
"I ... I can't believe this is happening," Jessica said, accepting a drink and not daring to do more than look from the corners of her eyes at the naked man beside her. His cock was bending in the middle, and the head was shrinking. It was still a lovely cock, she thought.
"It's happening, all right," Christine said. "Here's to good swinging, to the four of us really loving each other, in all the ways there are."
Jessica gulped her drink thirstily, added its fire to the low flame still smoldering in her belly from the previous ones. She was higher on sex than she was on alcohol, but she felt the liquor immediately. It was all so impossible, sitting there and talking about who was going to fuck whom. She held out her glass for a refill.
"I don't know about Blake," she said. "He's kind of stodgy now. Doesn't pay a lot of attention to anything but his teaching. I ... well, I didn't think something like this would ever happen to me, much less to my nice, stick-in-the-mud husband."
Christine lifted an eyebrow. "Blake, stodgy? Was he always?"
Jessica shook her head. "Not at first. He was quite devoted. But we've been kind of drifting lately. Sex has become a ... a habit."
Dink said, "That's something fucking should never be-a habit."
"We'll break up his habit pattern," Christine promised. "If you go along with us, Jessica, we can show you more kicks than you've ever dreamed of."
"I'd like to," Jessica said, her second quick drink finished and a warm glow spreading throughout her body, an easiness coming to her that didn't make it seem at all weird that she was sitting naked with a man equally as bare, that she was discussing her sex problems with the man's wife.
"Fine," Christine said, sitting down in the chair across from the couch. "You can get to Blake tonight, then. Get him in bed and make his prick hard. Be aggressive and hot. That won't be difficult, because you'll be even more turned on than you are now. Talk to him-slowly confess what you've done with Dink-and give him every thrilling detail. I mean that, Jessica. A man like Blake will want to know exactly what happened, who said what, who did what. Describe it all to him. Tell him how Dink's cock felt, how you wiggled on it. It'll drive Blake right up the wall, and he'll try to fuck you."
Jessica stared. "Are you sure? He might knock hell out of me."
"No, he's far too logical for that kind of reaction. So when you've got him all hot and bothered, slip out of bed and let me in with him. I'll take care of Blake from then on, and if his ego gets too much a jolt, I'll heal it for him in a hurry."
"Well," Jessica said, "since I've gone this far-and my sex relations with Blake aren't the greatest just now anyway-what have I got to lose? I'll do it."
"Good," Christine said. "Do you mind if I sit here and watch what happens next?"
"I don't understand," Jessica said, a little tipsy.
"Dink never fucks a woman just once. He only needs a little rest, then he's ready to go again. Look-his prick is hard."
Swiftly, Jessica glanced over and back. His cock was stiff as iron, and she felt a sharp thrill of anticipation. But with Christine watching? "I ... maybe I'll be inhibited with you right there, Christine."
"Not for long," the other woman said. "Dink has a way of making a woman pay attention only to him while he's fucking her."
Dink put his hand on her thigh, and Jessica turned to butter. Whatever he wanted, she would do. There was no resisting him now, no resisting the pair of them.
TWO
THEY PARTIED FAIRLY LATE, RECALLING old times at school, kidding and drinking. It was better for Jessica, because the time gave her an opportunity to recover from her shock, a chance to build up her strength again.
She watched her husband, and saw him in all his innocence, thinking what he would do if he knew what she had been up to before he came home to find the Manners there. His face would undergo all kinds of changes, she thought, if he could guess how she had fucked Dink Manners, with his wife urging them on to wilder humping.
Pressing her thighs together in erotic memory, Jessica smiled at Dink, and he dropped an eyelid at her. They danced, and he pushed a hard-on against her belly, reminding her of how it felt when the meaty cockshaft was shoved deep into her cunt.
She saw that her husband and Christine were dancing very close, too, and that the woman's fingertips were playing into the hair on the nape of Blake's neck, that she was rubbing her thighs into his at every turn. Poor Blake must be turned on and feeling frustrated, Jessica thought, so he'll really be hot to screw once we get in bed together, later.
He'll be pretending that I'm Christine, of course, creating all sorts of lascivious images in his fevered mind, while he's fucking his own wife.
Jessica knew it would be far better for all concerned when they were actually screwing the people they wanted to screw, when they could drop all the phony pretenses and be up front with all their emotions, all their secret desires.
When they broke up the party, presumably for the night, Christine kissed Jessica on the cheek and murmured, "Get him going, darling. I've already lighted his fire, and my own, so don't take too long."
Showering quickly, Jessica piled into bed and slid out of her nightie while Blake was bathing. Her dear, stodgy husband was a bit wobbly at the knees when he came to the bed, unaccustomed to the heavy drinking and the sexual harassment he'd been getting from Christine.
Blake recoiled slightly when her warmly naked body pushed to his, but he folded her into his arms. He said into her hair, "It's great seeing Dink and Christine again, just great."
Jessica's heart began to beat faster, and a pulse hammered softly in her throat. He was thinking of Christine, wondering about the feel of her cunt, the touch of her tits, while he lay here holding his wife, instead. She detected the rise of his cock against her skin, and thought that now was the time. But she was scared, not terrified as she thought she would be, but afraid. What if he rejected her and all the weird ideas the Manners had brought back with them?
What if he hated her for fucking another man, and in his own home?
But she had to take, the plunge. Dink was waiting for her, and he had promised to go down on her. It was something she'd always wanted, but never admitted to Blake. Her husband had kissed her pussy a few times, back when they were first married, but he'd never really eaten her cunt, never made her come with his mouth. She was trembling with anticipation of some real muff-diving, and if she backed out of telling her husband about the wife-swapping, she'd be forced back into the boredom of their everyday sex life.
No way, she thought, and caressed the curling pubic hairs of his crotch. "Blake," she said, "isn't Christine a sexy thing? Even more so than when we went to school together."
He stroked her bare back. "Yes, I suppose she is."
"Wouldn't you like to lay her?" The question was out in the open, and Jessica knew the rest would be easier.
He went kind of stiff, but so did his cock. Blake said, "Well, now. She's a lovely girl, and highly sensuous, I suppose. But I'm a happily married man, dear-you know that."
"You didn't answer the question. Would you like to lay her? Do you want to fuck her?"
Her husband waited a shade too long before replying. "Most men would have fantasies about her, I imagine. But she's another man's wife, and I'm faithful to you."
Jessica stroked his upright prick, trying to compare it in size to Dink's sturdy cock. They were about the same, she thought, but only in general. It was the way each man used them that counted.
She said, "Men aren't alone in their fantasizing. Women dream, too. But women are more practical." She drew a deep and steadying breath. "I did something about mine."
He was rigid against her. "You ... what?"
"I fucked Dink Manners," she said quickly before she lost her nerve. "Or rather, we fucked each other. This afternoon before you came home from work. We fucked each other twice-and it was very good."
"I ... I can't believe you," he said thickly. "Jessica, you...."
She fingered down into his balls, curled her hand around the root of his prick. "You're very hard. Dink's prick is just about like yours, but he's eager with it. He pumps it deep and strong, and makes me shake all over when the cockhead hits bottom."
Blake made a strangled noise, but he didn't try to pull away from her, and his cock throbbed in her hand. Christine had been right, she thought. Blake was being turned on by the very idea of his wife fucking another man. She bent her husband's prick down and slid it between her thighs, the shaft parallel to her cuntlips, just holding his hard rod there against her damp snatch.
"There, darling. Isn't that nice? I'm holding your prick right there where Dink's cock went inside. Don't you want to hear about it, all about how I fucked another man?"
His hands tightened on her shoulders, and his crotch moved convulsively. Very low in his throat, Blake said, "Yes ... tell me."
Excitedly, she whispered it, rubbing the hard nipples of her swollen tits against his chest, breathing warmly into his ear and clamping the hard pole of his cock between her thighs. "We got kind of high, and Christine pushed us into it. Really. His own wife urged us on, and before I knew it, Dink was stripping off my shorts and halter while I lay back on the couch. I was so hot I was about to explode, and then he got the head of his prick into my pussy. And when he shoved it into me, I shoved back."
Her husband's voice was taut, strained. "How ... how did it feel? Any different from mine?"
Jessica had him, and she knew it. Blake was hypnotized by his own inflamed vision of her fucking Dink, this unexpected streak of the voyeur leaping at last to the surface. "His prick was so hard, so hungry. He and I have always wanted to fuck each other, but we never got around to it. His prick felt like ... like an iron rod with a soft knob on it, and he buried it all the way into my pussy. Oh, Blake ... I could feel his balls snuggling right up in the crack of my ass."
He said, "Did you ... did he do anything different?"
"I don't think so. Not right at first. We just fucked real hard and fast, banging our bellies together. And I can remember his cock making sloshing noises when my cunt got so wet. I got my legs wrapped around him-the way I used to do with you-and I think I dug my fingernails into his ass when the feeling got really crazy."
"Jessica," Blake murmured, stroking her back, sliding his hands warmly down to her ass and cupping the cheeks. "Did he wear a rubber?"
"Nobody wears rubbers anymore," she answered, wiggling so that his stiff cock slid around over the torrid lips of her puffy gash. "No, when he came, Dink just shot all his nice, hot jism up into my box. I thought he'd never stop coming. It was all thick and creamy, and it just filled my cunt from one end to the other, so that some of his slippery juice leaked out and got my crotch all sticky."
Her husband quivered against her, and she could hear his breath rasping scratchily in his throat. He tried to back out his cock, to set the eager head against the entrance to her wet slot, but she squirmed away, pushed close to him again, locking him into place.
"Christine saw us, at the end," she said. "She stood right inside the living-room door and watched her husband ram his prick to me while we both came. She saw just how his prick fits into my cunt, and watched how I shake my ass when I fuck."
Loudly, painfully, Blake swallowed. His hands dug into her ass, and Jessica said, "Look, darling-Christine and Dink have some new ideas about sex, and I think they're right. She wants to screw you very much. She said so. And right now Christine Manners is waiting in the guest room with her nice, black-haired pussy all juicy and hot for your cock. That's why I'm not letting you fuck me right now. You'll fuck Christine tonight, and I'll go fuck Dink some more."
She felt him shiver, a ripple passing through his tense flesh, and she kissed her husband, running her tongue deeply into the hot cavern of his mouth. "You'll love Christine," she said then. "I'll bet her sweet pussy is just dripping, she's so anxious to get your cock in it."
Then, just as she climbed out of bed and left her husband to wait for another woman, she said, "Oh ... and Dink said he's going to eat my pussy tonight, dear. Really eat it, and make me come. Maybe I'll suck his prick, too. Suck him until he shoots off in my mouth."
Jessica scooted from the room then, hurrying to the guest room where the Manners waited. "Christine, he's so stiff his cock may spilt if you don't get to him quick."
The other woman was a slim shadow passing by. "I'll get to him. Thanks, Jessica-and you have a nice fuck with my husband."
Climbing into the bed Christine had just left, Jessica felt Dink's arms surround her, felt the hairy chest crush her aching tits. His cock was a ball bat, shoving hungrily against her belly, and she wondered if he and his wife had been playing with each other while they waited. They hadn't fucked, that was certain, because there was no oily cunt juice on his big shaft, but only the faint smearing of cock juice on the tip of his prick.
But when Dink probed for her hairy slit, Jessica wiggled back. "You promised me something else."
He laughed softly. "Sure, baby. I've always wanted to taste that gorgeous little pussy, too. Roll over."
He was only an outline in the darkness of the bedroom, so Jessica reached over and snapped on the bedside lamp. She blinked at him in the sudden brightness and said, "I don't want to miss anything."
He was still laughing when he kissed her mouth, and stopped only when her tongue met his in a fierce, wet probing. Their teeth raked together, and Dink's hands were busy, cupping her tits, sliding down to her hips, dipping between her thighs to caress her drooling slit.
Gently, he took away his mouth, and moved it down her throat. Kissing her tits, he sucked hotly upon each nipple in turn, nipping them tenderly, running and curling his tongue around them. When Dink worked his mouth down her ribcage, Jessica was staring at the top of his head while her entire lower body was swinging itself back and forth.
Dink slowed her movements by taking hold of her hips, and when he jabbed the tip of his wet tongue into her belly button, Jessica almost freaked out. One set of her fingers dug into his thick hair; the other twisted savagely into the sheet, balling it into her palm.
"What a beautiful little snatch," he breathed. "That silvery-looking hair really turns me on, and those slick, pink lips peeping out of it-wow! Your pussy was made to be eaten, darling."
Her eyes clamped shut in reflex as his tongue worked hotly down through the thick bush of her pussy hair and blazed against her trembling cuntlips.
Wiggling heatedly, she rolled her belly when Dink's mouth nibbled along her cuntlips, as he nuzzled into the folds of her meaty slot. Jessica arched her back when her cunt felt the first deep thrust of his tongue, and she had a wild idea of trying to swallow him with her pussy. Shock after hot, wet shock rolled through her cunt, and as his teeth scraped delicately along her puffy cuntlips, Jessica grasped his head convulsively with both hands.
He began to eat into her twat, using his eager tongue and the pressure of his teeth. Dink rolled his cheeks into her cuntlips, wetting them down with her flowing liquids. He pressed his nose into the trembling nub of her stiff clit. He rubbed his chin into the soft, dripping gash, and Jessica felt her trembling body heat up, making her mindless with lust.
Dink worked his palms under the cheeks of her ass and lifted them as her thighs spread impossibly wide. He feasted upon her drooling hole, lapped juicily on her slippery tissues and stirred up such a tremendous, moving rut in her that all Jessica's old notions about sexual perversions were shattered.
She felt herself being swept mindlessly up into outer space. But she was jarred madly back to earth with the bright jabbing of his tongue against her stiff clitoris. All other sensations faded, paled beside the wiggly, humping kind of feeling that burst madly from her stimulated clit.
"Oh, Dink ... oh ... eat me, darling! Eat my pussy, you wonderful man! Oohh! It's so good, so good!"
Her lover dug his face deeper, rooted into her cunt and moaned while he did it, getting his own kicks, too. Jessica lunged against his chin, thrust and pounded as she fucked his face furiously.
It was a totally different experience, a wet and wild kind of excitement that made her hump insanely and kept the crazy starbursts of passion leaping in her inflamed cunt. The cheeks of her ass went tight, then loose, taking up a rhythm of their own, dancing in his hands.
"Darling ... sweet man ... ahh, I can't stand it! Oh, I'm going to come, Dink! I-I'M COMING!"
The ultimate emotion whipped through her cunt, spinning like fireworks from the maddened thrumming of her clit. Dink didn't even slow his eating. If anything, he burrowed deeper into her gushing hole, and when she tried to collapse, he hiked her crotch to his mouth and sucked her cunt as if it were an orange.
Jessica almost lost her mind. She beat on the mattress and kicked her heels into his shoulders. Her thighs clamped down on his head, and she curled her legs tightly around his upper body, grinding her spasming snatch into his seeking, gulping mouth.
Relenting, Dink Manners raised his dripping face from her quivering cunt, and she collapsed on the bed, her belly jerking up and down, her tits heaving as she battled to get her balance and to catch her breath.
So that's what it was like to have your cunt eaten, Jessica thought in a daze. Waves of heat still washed through her flesh, and there was a slow, sexy drumbeating within the forever-changed walls of her cunt. Better satisfied than she had ever been in her life, Jessica lay warm and relaxed, every inch of her skin glowing.
Dink was kissing her belly again, drawing his highly educated tongue up and over the trembling flesh, climbing back to her tits to nip and suck them. Her collarbone, the column of her throat-kissed softly and tenderly. As his mouth reached her own, as his still-damp lips came down, Jessica realized that she was on the verge of tasting the come juice of her own cunt, to know the inner flavors of her aroused body.
Her pussy tasted just fine, an exotic spice, a muskiness that excited Jessica. Dink moved his tongue around, licking her inner cheeks and tickling the roof of her mouth, pushing it so far back that she thought he might choke her. But she sucked on it, pulled on its slippery meat and moaned softly around it.
Dink slid up her body, spreading his knees to straddle her, and when he used both hands to press together the mounds of her tits, she understood, giving herself up to the thrill of a man's hard cock folded between them.
"Titty-fucking you a little, baby," Dink said. "It's something my wife digs a lot."
"Me, too," Jessica breathed. "Oh, yes. I like it very much."
She reveled in the slow, teasing strokes, in the liairy rubbing of his crotch and the silken caress of his moving balls. Becoming conscious of longer thrusts, she felt the tapping of his cockhead under her chin, the soft insistence of the spongy knob. Turning her head slightly, she kissed the sticky bulb, and her nostrils flared at the funky smell of the male juice.
Jessica found his balls with one hand at just about the moment he let go of her tits and hiked his pelvis closer to her chin. She cuddled them, tickled them and smiled as the purplish head of Dink's shaft approached her lips.
"I don't know how to do this," she whispered. "I've only kissed Blake's prick, never taken it into my mouth. Maybe I've always wanted to, but he pulled back whenever I got too close. Maybe I was too scared to just grab his cock and bite down, too. I ... I didn't know what effect his jism would have on me, if ever he just shot off in my mouth."
Dink reached down and stroked her cheek, moved the sticky, satiny knob of his cock over her eyelids, into one ear. "You won't have any trouble, baby. Just do what you feel like. Lick it and suck it, nibble it if you want to. Are you still worried about me coming into your mouth?"
"N-No," she said. "I want to, Dink. I want you to shoot off into my throat, so I can swallow it all down. I told my husband I was going to do that to you, that I was going to suck you dry."
"Damn," he said. "Maybe it took you a while to get started, Jessica, but once you're turned on, you go all the way. So I'm getting a cherry in your mouth-okay, I'll take it and be happy."
With that, Dink bent down his prick and put it against her lips. Jessica touched the tip of a hesitant tongue to the blunt end, licking off the shining droplet of liquid there. Drawing the globule into her mouth, she savored the flavor of it before letting it slide down her throat. Then she opened her lips and took in the gorgeous, spongy head of her new lover's prick.
She ran her tongue around the spongy head, lapping the flanged rim, using the tip of her tongue to explore the shallow little peehole that oozed more juices. Sucking a little, she drew the knob deeper, letting it slide past her teeth, and Dink pushed it still farther.
It tapped the back of her throat, and for a shaky moment, she thought she might get sick, but fought down the feeling and Dink pulled back slowly. Jessica let the bulb skid excitingly across her tongue, and chewed down gently when the cockhead threatened to back all the way out of her hungry lips.
Marvelous, she thought. It's so thrilling to actually have a man's prick in my mouth, to be making soft, wet oral love to it, and not be frightened or ashamed, not be guilty. She felt bitchy, daring. Jessica played with the hairy balls and sucked hard on the cock that was moving back and forth in the recess of her mouth.
"You're giving me Fine head," Dink said. "I'm fucking you in the face, Jessica, and you love it. Like I said, you're doing what comes naturally, and I guess you're a born cocksucker. Oh, baby-that's great, that's good! Eat my prick, darling! Chew on the shaft and let the head touch your throat-oh, yes! Tilt your head, baby, so I can stuff my prick right on down your throat. Ahhh-hot and sucking! Oh yeah, you beautiful cocksucker! Here it comes, baby! Here comes my load, right into your mouth!"
The cockhead seemed to expand, to fill all her mouth. She clung to his balls with one hand, and held his ass with the other. Jessica felt his nuts leap in her hand as they jumped upward and started the powerful ejaculation on its way.
Dink gave a final lunge that forced her mouth still wider, that crammed the swollen knob back into her trembling throat. His jism came jetting from it then, a spurt of boiling fuck juice that scalded her throat, that made her flinch and struggle in an attempt to get off that big shaft.
Bubbling and hissing, the come pumped into her throat, and all Jessica could do was to swallow, and gulp again, because if she didn't, she might choke on the flooding load. Rich and thick, the good stuff poured like molten honey down her throat, and as she got the full impact of its sweet-sour musk, she sucked eagerly for more and more.
"Take it, you beautiful bitch!" Dink held her head between his palms and stroked his stillgushing cock into her face. "Eat me up, you fabulous cunt. Take my prick like this, and like this! Suck it dry. Suck me dry, Jessica!"
Obediently, she sucked on the head of his prick, draining the dribbling fluids from it, letting them slide down her throat and into her guts. She would digest him there, take the male strength of him into the regions of her body so that that much of Dink Manners could never escape her. She owned that part of him, and she would forever treasure it.
He groaned then, and sagged down upon his thighs, but only for a second before he lifted one leg and took his relaxed weight from her body.
"That was wonderful, baby," he said, dropping over onto his back and breathing noisily. "You really put it all into giving a blow job."
"Ummm," she answered, licking some drops from her lips and turning to one side so she could snuggle against him, so her tits would push against his ribcage. "Ummm, Dink, that tasted like real health food. Was I really good?"
He didn't answer right away; then he said softly, "Listen, Jessica. Can you hear them in the next room? My wife is gasping, and that means she's about to come. I wonder if she's fucking Blake, or having him go down on her."
Jessica blinked and listened to the rhythmic sound of her own bed, with her own husband and schoolgirl friend fucking on it. A new thrill grew hotly within her cunt, and she said, "She'll have to teach him some things, just like you're teaching me.
Dink grinned. "Sounds like commencement exercises in there."
She heard her husband groaning and knew he'd come.
THREE
AT BREAKFAST, THE OTHERS WERE casual, just as if nothing had happened between them the night before, as if they hadn't spent hours fucking mates that didn't legally belong to them. But Jessica and Blake were awkward in the kitchen, avoiding each other's eyes, fumbling around and trying also to duck looking at the couple they'd balled.
It was a little easier on Jessica, since she'd faced Christine before, even while sitting bare-ass naked with the other woman's husband. But that had been when Jessica was pretty high, and now it was the cold, clear light of day. Perhaps a sharp edge of guilt was sawing away at her conscience.
To salve it, she made brandied coffee, and served that immediately after the orange juice. She needed loosening up, even if the others didn't. They had two cups apiece while waiting for the omelets Jessica whipped up to serve with bacon and hash fries. She was surprised at her appetite, and cleaned her plate.
"More coffee?" she asked.
"Okay," Christine said, "but we don't really have to get smashed to have a good time now. We can learn to be honest, to share our kicks, just as we did last night. I know that I had a terrific fucking party with Blake."
Funny, Jessica thought, but I've never seen Blake blush before. Now he's turning red as a beet.
"I'll try," Jessica said, "but it'll take some getting used to. I mean, I just feel kind of funny, sitting around and discussing screwing with-oh hell, did you guys act like this when you first started swapping?"
"Sure," Dink answered. "I guess everybody does. It's a programmed reaction, I think. People are taught all their lives that fucking somebody besides their lawful, wedded spouse is bad. Then when they find that it isn't, that husbands and wives can get a hell of a lot more out of sharing, they don't know how to react or what to say. Me-I say let the good times roll."
"Good enough," Jessica agreed and, gathering her courage, said to her husband, "Blake, did you enjoy yourself last night, fucking Christine?"
"I...." He moistened his lips. "Well, yes ... yes, I did. She's a wonderful girl, and I was damned glad for the chance to lay her."
"There," Jessica said. "So we're all agreed, and there's no sense in anybody being embarrassed."
To show that she wasn't, she walked over to Dink and sat down in his lap, putting her arms around his neck and giving him a long, deep kiss. When she pulled back, she saw Blake staring at her, his eyes intent and hot. Then she said, "Shall we let the dishes be, and go into the living room?"
Christine had on a sexy gown, a royal-blue, thin thing that went well with the length of her black hair and the almost imperious way she moved. It fell open below the waist to allow quick glimpses of an olive and rounded thigh.
Jessica loosened the belt of her own shell-pink dressing gown, and allowed it to spread open. Her nipples lifted swiftly, nudging the see-through material of the thin robe, and she consciously rolled her hips as she walked, being bitchy, being as sensuous as she felt.
"Damn," Dink said when they reached the center of the room and stood about uncertainly. "We sure picked two beautiful pieces of ass, Blake-one lovely blonde and one sexy brunette. I guess we can wait for the slinky redhead, or the fine brown-haired chick. And look, buddy, you don't have to hang in there with Christine only. It's a real kick to change back and forth with your own wife."
Blake tried a nonchalant shrug, but it didn't quite come off. He fidgeted, then sat down on the couch in his satin robe, looking as if he had a ramrod for a backbone. Jessica thought she'd ease him by showing him she was free in her sexual thinking now, and that he should be, too. Standing tall, she dropped her robe from her square model's shoulders and allowed it to flow down her body to the carpet, where it puddled at her feet.
"See, Blake? Your wife is still pretty sexy. You just haven't really looked at me for a long time."
He was looking then, staring as his tongue touched dry lips. Jessica stood proudly, arching her back so that her tits would stand out farther, spreading her feet to expose the platinum-blonde hairs of her shaggy cunt.
"That silver pussy," Dink murmured approvingly. "It's the wildest color I ever saw. Christine, why don't you walk over and stand next to it, so we can compare your cunts?"
Smiling warmly, Christine peeled away her own gown and dropped it over the arm of a chair. Walking with a sexy rhythm, she moved to Jessica and took her hand, then turned and posed in the same stance.
"Black, curly pussy and mossy, silver pussy," Dink said. "And you notice the different colors of their nipples? My wife's buttons are real dark brown, almost black-"
"And my wife's nipple are pink," Blake said. "Their skins vary, too. Jessica's is so pale, where her bikini hid it from the sun, but otherwise she's tanned to a honey brown. And Christine has that special rose and olive shade of skin I find fascinating."
"We're lucky guys," Dink said. "Well, who's going to fuck which one of these beautiful chicks?"
Christine said, "Let's show them the game we learned in New York, darling-the change-over." , "Okay. It goes like this-we start by fucking our own wives, then, when somebody signals-"
"Me," Christine said. "I'll yell out for the change.
"Then the guys climb off the women they're screwing and move over to the next one. Of course, since there's only four of us, we'll just swap back and forth. The guy who comes can drop out of action or just keep on shafting a pussy until the other one blows off, too. The thing is, you never know when you have to change over."
Christine lay down, spread her sleek legs and held up her arms to her husband. "Come on, darling. Warm me up."
Jessica followed suit, kneeling on the carpet, then stretching out and positioning herself for Blake. He came to her eagerly, with a light in his eyes she hadn't seen there since the honeymoon, with his prick long and hard.
They were only a few feet apart, the waiting women and their approaching men. Jessica turned her head so she could see what was happening beside her. She didn't want to miss a single detail.
She saw Dink on his knees, his lovely prick standing out stiff and thick, heavily veined and with its dark cockhead expanded. She saw him cup his wife's black-haired pussy, and watched the finger slide into the welcoming cuntlips.
It was a far-out sensation, she thought, seeing two people getting ready to fuck. It would be even weirder, watching the action itself. Jessica wiggled at the touch of her own husband's fondling hand and somehow the mere brushing of his fingers along her pussylips made her entire cunt steam. Being together, involving other people in their sex life, would bring both her and Blake to new and dizzying heights of sensuality. This was only the beginning, Jessica thought, only the start of something so magical that she could only grasp a small portion of the idea.
She felt the head of her husband's cock nuzzling into her cunt mound, and squirmed to help it find the hole. Meanwhile, her eyes were fixed upon the two lovely and naked persons beside her.
Blake began to work the head of his cock into her cunt, stretching the soft lips wide for his penetration. His hands were on her hips, and she hiked her ass so that he could slide his dick in easily and deeply. There was a special thrill to his shaft now, an excitement that pierced her body, much like that she had known the first time she balled her husband.
"Put that gorgeous meat to me, darling," Christine said, and Jessica watched Dink's shaft glide smoothly into the other woman's pussy until it was buried to the balls, where Christine's crisply curling cunt hair caressed his nuts.
A second later, Jessica got the same feeling, because Blake's rod fed into her quivering slot, nicely hard and long. She writhed on the big tool, because that was what Christine was doing on Dink's moving shaft. The other man's meat was slippery with his wife's cunt juice, shining as he pulled it back to the cockhead for another deep thrust.
Jessica ground her own pelvis against Blake's crotch, got her legs up and took his strokes as he hit bottom, as he pumped the head of his prick against the soft receiver of her cervix. Every move was stimulating, tickling the vibrant nub of her clit and sending heat rays through her cunt.
Every inch of her skin was ultrasensitive, she thought, and she could feel the vibrant tingle of every hair on her arms. Moving slowly and lasciviously with her husband, Jessica churned on his prick, meeting his thrusts and shaking her ass.
Christine had to say it twice before either of the men moved: "Hey! Hey, there! Time to change over."
Blake backed his cock from her clenching pussy and sat up, his face flushed and his eyes glittering. Staring at his shaft, Jessica saw that it was gleaming, that the cockhead had been well-greased with the inner lubrication of her wet cunt.
She watched him climb to his feet with his knob dripping, and move over to the other waiting woman. Christine stopped him momentarily by first sitting up, then turning so that she was on hands and knees, with her smooth and polished ass pointing at Blake. "Dog fashion, baby. We didn't get around to this last night." Jessica looked up at Dink. "Do you want to fuck that way, too?"
"Any way is all right with me," he answered. "I dig all of them."
She got into position to take it from the back, her tits hanging down and her knees spread widely so that Dink could get between them and up close to her ass with little trouble. Jessica had been screwed several times like this by her own husband, but not in the last few months. It was fun to be fucked from different angles, and by her different lovers.
Glancing from beneath her pale-blonde hair, Jessica saw her husband feeding the bulb of his rod into Christine's snatch from behind, but he was looking over at her, so she smiled at him and gave a sensuous little wiggle of her own ass. Dink nudged her between the buttcheeks with the blunt and spongy end of his cock, drew it up and down her feathery cleft, hesitating at the tight ring of her asshole.
But he paused there for only a moment, then dropped the knob and centered it expertly into the steamy center of her cuntlips. She trembled as he inserted it. Then he pushed with a strong shove that slipped his cock home into the wet sheathing of her inflamed pussy.
Blake's face was intent, his eyes fixed upon her as she took another man's prick into the cunt that had been only his since their marriage. She knew what he was seeing, because a copy of the action was in her own view-he saw a stiff, swollen prick working slowly and powerfully into her cunt, and he was watching her grind with it in obvious rapture.
She decided to make it better for him, and possibly better for herself. Since he had gotten so horny last night when she'd told him about screwing Dink, she thought he might like to hear the description of the fucking she was getting right now, to know what she felt inside her cunt.
"Blake," she said, "oh, Blake ... look how Dink is fucking me, what he's putting into my cunt. Such a hard, lovely cock, he has, and-ooohh-it goes deep this way, and his balls kind of flop into my pussy mound, instead of the crack of my ass. Ah, darling, I love this prick, love it up my cunt ... Ahh, it's filling my pussy with his good, stiff meat."
Her husband shuddered and fucked more quickly into Christine's gyrating cunt, holding to that sleek ass with both hands and cramming his prick to the balls with every stroke.
"Yeah, Blake," Dink grunted, picking up the pattern, slipping his cock in and out of her grasping snatch, rolling his crotch against the pale mounds of her rounded asscheeks each time he fucked into her. "Yeah, Blake, your wife has a nice, hot pussy. Man, I dig shoving my prick into it, and when she kind of tightens down on it with her cunt muscles-wow! She's tight, too, like a kid's pussy, and look how she's rolling this sweet ass around on my shaft. Your wife's a really good fuck, Blake."
"I know," Blake said in a strangled voice, "and so is yours. Christine's cunt is narrow, and she can really roll it around."
Jessica gasped as the feeling got better, as Dink stepped up the pace of his screwing and began to really pound his rod home. Dink bent over her then, mounted her like a dog would cover a bitch. He grabbed both her boobs in his hands and humped for all he was worth, his chest down on her back, so that she had to support part of his weight.
But she didn't mind that. She loved it, as she loved the sensation of his big club banging her up the pussy. He was laying it savagely into her snatch, pistoning his meat into her socket in rapid-fire slammings that made her head bounce up and down. She took it happily, wiggling and moaning, and for the time forgot her own husband as Dink fucked her into a state of mindless lust.
"Fuck me, baby!" Dink grunted. "Shake that ass and snap down with your pussy! Oh yeah! Ride my prick, sweetheart! I'm coming, coming!"
She squirmed frantically, trying desperately to match her own fast-rising orgasm to his, but Jessica failed by the narrowest of margins. Dink blew off inside her flexing cunt with a roar of semen under pressure that drenched her snatch. Hot and foaming, hot and greasy, the precious stuff ran from one end of her cunt to the other, and she wiggled blissfully as she felt it fill her eager hole.
Only then did Jessica come, and the feeling was perhaps even more terrific than blending with Dink's climax. She was on her own, but turned hotter and slipperier by his load of fuck juice inside her body. She let go and clenched her teeth in the pure, perfect rapture of it, riding the crest of a hot and bubbling wave.
Dink must have felt her go weak, she thought hazily, for he braced his hands on the floor when he let go of her tits, and she slid gently, gracefully off his embedded prick and collapsed on the carpet face down.
Dimly, she heard Christine crying out that Blake's cock was great, great-and registered the high-pitched keening of raw delight as the other woman came, too. She knew that her husband was laying his lovely meat into Christine's cunt, but she was too drained to open her eyes just then and see how it went.
But she would later, she thought, telling herself that was a promise.
FOUR
JESSICA DIDN'T REALLY KNOW HOW SHE was going to handle the oral sex when it came up, but since her hang-ups were being slowly dissipated by the swinging she was doing with the Manners and her own husband, she thought it would be okay.
Mostly, she was worried about Blake, his attitude toward going down. After all, since he'd never done more than kiss her cunt, and allowed her only the briefest mouth caress on his cock, she thought he might reject oral-genital contact when it started. And she was certain that it was going to-start.
She wanted it to, she realized. Since that first glorious turn-on by Dink, she'd craved more. Now she wanted her cunt eaten by Blake, and she yearned to taste his cock and his sperm, as she had swallowed Dink's come. But even though they had been fucking in front of each other, Jessica was still a bit edgy about moving right into something that Blake considered a deviation.
Dink perhaps unwittingly solved part of the problem when he left them in the living room, only to return dressed and announce that he had to see someone on business.
"I hate to leave you guys," he said, "especially when we're just getting to know each other, but even though it's Saturday, I have to meet this man downtown and talk over my new assignment. I'll be back as soon as possible, though. Is there anything I can bring home?"
"Just yourself," Jessica smiled, and wondered how his going would affect any more sex for the day, whether they would have to wait for the night, when Dink came back. She wouldn't in any way be jealous of Christine for screwing Blake without Dink there to swap; she might be a little lonely.
He was gone and she mixed drinks for the others, for herself. When she turned to look at her husband and the woman he had so recently fucked, Jessica knew a lift of emotion, a thrill of love and passion. Christine was so lovely, so adept at screwing, that any man would be lucky to fuck her, and certainly dear Blake deserved a woman so beautiful, so sexy.
Christine said, "That leaves both of us to work on Blake. It's going to be a lot of fun."
Sipping her drink, Jessica said, "Like changing over again? I'm not sure he can make it with both of us after all his earlier exercise."
Blake didn't go all red this time. He simply lifted his glass to his wife in a silent tribute. And Christine said, "Not like that. Of course, he can fuck one of us if he really wants to. But what I had in mind was Blake getting most of the goodies-and giving some back. You and I can take turns eating his lovely cock, darling, or do it together, even. And we can also take turns riding his face, or whatever works out once we get started."
Jessica swallowed the rest of her drink hurriedly and glanced at her husband. "What do you think of that idea, Blake?"
He didn't drop his eyes. "I think it's great. Anything we can do together will be great."
"Wonderful," Jessica sighed. "Anybody for a refill just now?"
Blake handed her his glass. "Just for strength."
"You'll need it," Christine Manners remarked with a laugh, and stretched her sleek legs.
Watching them drink, Jessica thought again how very attractive the other woman was, and her eyes followed the slim, aristocratic lines of Christine's body. She saw the finely modeled tits with their dark-olive nipples, and the sculpture of the belly, the curly black moss of her cunt mound. She realized she had never really looked at any woman that way before.
"We can all make it on that big couch," Christine purred. "With Blake between us, darling."
Putting down her empty glass, Jessica walked over to the couch with them and sat down beside her husband, just about to share him with another woman and intrigued by the idea.
Her bare thigh touched his, and they both trembled a little. Christine put a hand on his cheek and turned his face toward her. After she had kissed him long and deeply, she swung his face around to Jessica: "Next." And as Jessica slid her tongue between Blake's willing lips, from the corner of her eye she saw Christine's hand moving over his crotch, stirring his prick into a hard-on.
His tongue raced over Jessica's, and he bit lightly at her lips-a new technique learned from his lover, she thought. Maybe after a few more sessions with Christine, he would even ball differently. Not too much changed, she hoped. The fun was in comparison, in moving from one style of fucking to another, in feeling the variety of man and cock.
She gave him her tits to play with, and he took them happily, mashing them down, rolling them around, tickling the erect nipples. Blake had always been excited by her tits, and now more than ever, since another woman was massaging his prick and cuddling his balls.
Running her own hands over his chest, Jessica caressed her husband as much as she could, feeling under his arms and across his ribs, kissing him, tonguing him with a new-found hunger. She saw what Christine was doing with his cock, how the woman's small, olive hands were bending his hard prick over and letting the big rod snap back straight, only to tease it with trailing fingernails drawn up and down its hard, sausage-like length.
Blake was beginning to wiggle, to roll his ass and move his pelvis in anticipation of something he wasn't all that sure of, and Jessica identified with that uneasiness in her husband. Just before Dink Manners had gone down on her, there prior to having her cunt eaten for the first-and so far, the only-time, she'd known that vague feeling of fear. But he'd be all right; he would be made more than happy.
He tore his mouth away when Christine lowered her face to kiss the tip of his pulsing cock. Jessica stared down to see the red tongue licking out and around the ridged cockhead, dipping its quick end into the sticky slot of his peehole.
Jessica touched her own tongue to her lips, remembering her taste of Dink's pre-seminal fluid and how she had rolled the drop around in her mouth before swallowing it, so that she could savor it to the fullest.
Looking up, stopping her licking of the cockhead for a second, Christine said, "Just lie back, Blake darling. Just lie back and enjoy what's going to happen to you."
Jessica slid back so that her husband could rest his head on her lap when he swung his legs up on the couch. It was tickly, feeling his breath against her naked belly, and she liked it, but he carefully held his face pointed away from her cunt, and she didn't try to force him. She simply waited, and watched Christine.
That midnight-black hair hung down, occasionally sweeping over Blake's belly and making it flinch. Christine held the cockshaft bent out of the way in one hand while she licked over the throbbing bulb of his prick, then used her teeth on the veined shaft itself, biting until Blake hunched and squirmed in blind, sexual need, his hands jerking helplessly at his sides.
"Open your legs wider, darling," Christine said, and crawled between them to dip her mouth swiftly down over the point of his cock.
Jessica felt her husband stiffen out, knew the jolt of his body going tense. She stroked his head and murmured endearments down at him. The other woman sucked eagerly on his prick, her cheeks going in and out.
Christine slid her mouth up and down, Jessica noticed, making her head movements take the place of cuntal stroking by a man's prick. And from time to time she stopped to open her mouth and lick furiously over the reddened glans.
Grinning damply up at Jessica, Christine said, "Come on down and join me. You can sit on the floor, beside the couch, and we can both reach him."
Blake muttered, "Jessica...."
But when she said, "What?" he only rolled his head from side to side without answering, so she slid down to the carpet and kneeled with her tits pressing into his left thigh.
"Don't stay too long around the head of his prick," Christine advised. "He might come too quick, and we wouldn't want that."
Tentatively, Jessica nuzzled in beside the other woman's face, and together they lapped at his quivering rod, touching tongues once in a while, sliding up the stone-hard pole to tease the velvet head, then down to explore the hairy forest of his big balls. Two women kissing his cock, licking it, nibbling on it, while Blake groaned and heaved and clawed into the couch in an agony of lust.
When his prick shuddered dangerously, Christine drew back and said, "Go ahead, darling. You suck him dry this time, while I chew on his balls."
Jessica drew the hot cave of her mouth over her husband's cockhead, but only long enough to taste it, to run her tongue once into the little pisser in the tip. Then, lifting away, she said, "Come on, Christine. We'll share his come."
Smiling wetly, the other woman leaned in close, too, and they blended their open mouths, their tongues caressing as well as fondling liquidly over his trembling knob. The head of his prick was caught between their spread lips, in the tender web of their teeth, trapped between the furiously lapping tongues.
No man could endure much of that, Jessica thought, and as if in agreement, Blake groaned and a stream of creamy white jism shot from the quivering bulb of his cock. It splashed partially into Jessica's mouth, and partially into Christine's, squirting over their tongues and hanging in strings from their teeth.
They continued to lick, to absorb the hot fuck juice and swallow it, clinging to his balls with steadying fingers, holding his ass still with fingernails, sucking at the juicy goodies. Somehow, Jessica found herself being kissed by Christine, and knew the utter thrill of having cock juice passed from the other woman's tongue to her own.
Trembling, her nipples digging painfully into her husband's thigh, Jessica was on the ragged edge of her own orgasm. Pressing her thighs together, she felt the heat in her blazing cunt, and held back so that she could come more powerfully with something inside her horny cunt.
Her face was sticky with jism, but she closed her eyes and Christine licked it dry. She could only return the favor, so her tongue felt daintily over the heart-shaped face, picking up stray globs of semen before it dried.
"That was nice," Christine breathed. "That was real sharing. Now we can share him again. Which would you like-to have him eat that darling pussy, or ride his cock while he eats mine?"
They weren't even asking Blake, Jessica saw. They were using him, conquering him for the sharing between them. He was a sex object, a male to be devoured, if that was what they wanted, or to be dominated, if they felt masterful. A sense of power swept through Jessica, sending a spasm through her dripping cunt and lifting the nipples of her tits into tight knots of readiness.
She said, "I think I've had enough oral sex for right now. I need a good, hard prick in my cunt. So if you don't mind, I'll ride my husband's cock while you have him go down on you, okay?"
"Fine," Christine agreed. "Blake has never eaten a pussy, he tells me, so that part of him is virgin. I dig virgins."
"Be my guest," Jessica answered with a grin, knowing a very special kind of kinship with the other woman.
Blake said, "Hey, girl! If you-"
"Shut up," Jessica said. "Just lie there quietly and think just how damned lucky you are."
Climbing across his legs, she kneeled above him and looked down at the dried-off head of his prick. It seemed hard as ever, and she wondered if her husband actually could come twice in a row, with practically no rest between orgasms. He had never tried it with her, not even when they were first married. Just now, he had no choice. If his cock stayed stiff, she would get her rocks off even if he didn't.
On the other end of her husband's body, Christine was settling herself. The dark-haired woman was facing Jessica, poised with her black and curly cunt above Blake's up-staring face. "I'll just sit down on your face," she told the man, "and you can help with my weight by holding onto my asscheeks. Just run your tongue right on inside my pussy, Blake, dear. Use it as if it was your prick, but also feel around and find the clit. You can suck it, too, whenever you're tired of lapping in me."
Reaching out, Christine took Jessica's hands. "Now, darling, both of us can just ease down on this beautiful man."
Jessica held tightly to the other woman's fingers as she settled her trembling cunt slowly and carefully upon the end of her husband's hard cock. A delicious shiver ran through her when the big dong began to ease inside her cuntlips and jab up into her steaming-hot hole.
Down she went, and farther down yet, sliding her cunt on the thick length of his prick. He was buried in her cunt then, shoved home as far as his prong could reach, and she was squatting with the shaggy, wet brush of her cunt pressed down tightly against his pelvis. His balls were snugged into the valley of her ass, and she had his prick all within her tight cunt, holding his shaft prisoner to do with whatever she pleased.
Her eyes focused slowly upon the other woman's crotch, upon the tufted blackness of the hairy cunt that was covering Blake's face, so that all Jessica could see was his chin.
Christine began to grind her cunt down on Blake's mouth, her own mouth open and redly damp, her eyes glazed with the rapture of the sensations she was receiving. Working her crotch back and forth, she slid her pussylips all over his face, holding his head pinned into position by the firm clasp of her thighs.
Jessica stared and saw her husband lift his hands to brace them against the rounded cheeks of Christine's ass. The women held hands while they fucked him-one at his head and the other at his cock. Riding his prick, sliding up and down the hard bat, Jessica thrilled to the intimacy of the triple contact. It was better fucking her husband with someone than fucking him alone, Jessica decided.
"Oohh, Christine,'.' she panted. "It's so wild, so crazy! Oh, how I love it, love watching your adorable cunt moving on my husband's mouth while his cock is slipping up and down in my own cunt."
"It's terrific," Christine murmured, and drew Jessica toward her, releasing her hands in order to take hold of her tits.
Quaking, Jessica rolled her ass and caught her breath. She'd never had a woman hold her tits before, and the feeling was a little strange, although very nice. Christine seemed to know exactly where every sensitive nerve end came close to the surface, and was expert at teasing the nipples until they were nearly in pain.
Deciding suddenly to get into the action and also be a controlling force in their sexual trio, Jessica cupped the other woman's tits, too. She hefted them and played with them, discovering their texture and shape, and finding them lovely.
They caressed each other, caught up in the sensuous rhythm of their fucking and moving together, Christine feeding Blake the juicy wealth of her cunt, Jessica working her cunt upon the cockshaft they had both made flow with jism just a little while before. It was a delicious combination, and when Blake started to heave lustfully beneath them, they smiled into each other's eyes with deep understanding.
Jessica didn't actually remember leaning toward Christine, but somehow their faces neared and their open mouths came gasping together.
"He's going to come in me," Jessica hissed softly. "My-our adorable husband is about to pop off into my cunt, and I'm very close to coming, too." .
"So am I," Christine breathed. "Kiss me, darling, and we'll all be tied together when we come."
Groaning, their teeth clashing in a wet fierceness, they kissed and ran their tongues deep, worked them avidly for the added sensations of rapture. They were truly one writhing animal then, a tangling of rutting bodies that were joined in lust and helpless passion.
Bucking and twisting, Blake shot off a load of jism into his wife's cunt while his tongue raced in another pussy that slid and vibrated with a frothing convulsion over his mouth. Christine shuddered from head to foot and bit Jessica's lips. Mind gone blank, Jessica came with a seesawing movement that made her see stars and turned her cunt inside out.
FIVE
SHE LET DINK IN SOMETIME LATER, AND when he drew her close to kiss and fondle her beneath her robe, she leaned weak-kneed against him.
"Hey," he said, "you guys must have really balled. Seems like you've run out of gas, but that's all right. I'll get you all pumped up pretty soon. Come on, pretty woman. I have to tell you guys something, and I want you all together."
Dutifully, she followed her other lover into the living room, where his wife and her husband were sprawled naked together on the couch.
"Rise and shine," Dink laughed, reaching down to slap his wife on one cheek of her beautifully rounded ass. "I have good new, people. Come on, Christine. Get with it, baby."
He moved to the bar and poured himself a drink while the couple untangled themselves and sat up. Following him, Jessica perched upon a stool, drawing her robe about her knees from force of habit, not because she was trying to hide her body.
Christine stretched like a lovely cat, her tits rising high and firm, her legs curling and uncurling like the red tongue that licked her lips. Jessica watched her with a twinge of envy, because the woman was so sexy and desirable.
Dink said, "Christine, I met the guy, and he's eager to meet everybody else as soon as we can arrange it."
"That's great," his wife said. "The address should have been okay, but you never know about these things, and what with you going back into business in this city...."
Jessica frowned; it was all a puzzle to her. She watched her husband get off the couch and head for the bathroom, and she wondered impishly that he had any moisture left in him, after the draining she and Christine had given him.
Dink said, "Yeah, but Joe Sims looks good. No trouble. He said there's only six in the group right now, just two other couples besides him and his wife, and they're really eager to welcome some new swingers. They had two other couples, but their companies shipped them down to California."
Jessica got the idea, but it was bewildering. Were her friends and lovers really talking about a swap club? In a middle-sized town like theirs? The thought was staggering, its implications widespread. She said, "Dink, do you mean-"
"A swinging group," he said, downing his drink. "Sure, and after we get grooving with the other people for a while, we can probably bring in a few more couples. Christine and I don't like too many around, but it's good to have some people in reserve when others can't make the party."
Blinking, Jessica asked, "Do you have parties? I mean, everybody doing it together, just as they please? I thought there was always some kind of rules or games to play."
"It works a lot of different ways," Dink answered, "depending upon the club."
Christine uncrossed her legs, stood up and walked over to kiss her husband lightly on the mouth. "Mix me a drink, dear? Jessica, we brought this name and address from New York, and thought it best to look the man up right away. Of course, we meant to swing with you and Blake, if at all possible. And you don't have to join the club if you don't want to. The four of us can ball, but I'll tell you that variety is where it's at, and I really dig the group-sex scene."
Jessica said, "But ... so many strangers? I mean, how do you know if you'll even like the people, or how you'll get along?"
"Oh," Dink said, "everybody is really agreeable, and if somebody's thing doesn't turn you on, you just tell them. That's why the group scene is such a blast. There's always somebody around who wants to swing the same way you do."
"It sounds ... interesting," Jessica said. "I never thought I'd even consider such a far-out thing, but ... it sounds interesting."
Blake came down the hall, and she saw that he hadn't tried to hide his limp cock by putting his robe back on, or by wrapping a bath towel around his hips. She was the only one wearing a robe, and Dink was dressed, of course, having just come in off the street. Jessica grinned, imagining what an uproar he'd cause in the rather prim city of Medford, Oregon, if he'd walked naked down the main street.
But he wouldn't have lasted long. The police would have come down on him like a great blue wave, to wash him into jail. Medford didn't believe in nudity, or in sex, unless that act was properly blessed by the law and done behind closed doors, in bed, with the lights out.
Blake said then, "I heard part of it. A wife-swapping club?"
"Why not? Look how much fun we've had by ... swinging with Christine and Dink, and I have a hunch that we're just getting started good. Christine says that more spice is added by the variety, by different people, different lovers."
He looked thoughtful. "I just don't know, Jessica. With Dink and Christine, it's wonderful, because we're all such old and good friends, because we've always felt so much for each other. But with strangers...."
Christine laughed. "They won't be strangers long! Blake, it won't hurt to try the club. It's so much more fun when only couples participate in the swinging, although some groups bring in a single now and then. Come on, Blake, darling. Say you'll give it a try."
"All right," he said, "but somehow I feel uneasy about it all."
Jessica said, "It's just your old morals hanging on. Have a drink and shed them, as I have, dear. I don't ever want to go back to all those hang-ups."
And Dink said, "I'm the bartender, but I suggest the cook get with her job, too. Now that the club question is settled, that is."
Then it was as if they hadn't been fucking each other, or sucking each other; it was like an ordinary foursome of old friends gathering for dinner. The others showered while Jessica was putting together a solid meal, and Christine came from the bath to take over while Jessica made herself more presentable.
All the while she was bathing, she thought of a swap club, of the secret organization of men and their wives right there in their own hard-nosed town. It would have to be underground and its members very careful because of the puritanical atmosphere of the town. But it was thrilling to think of the chance they were taking, of the high sex drives that must have pushed adventuresome men and women in to banding together for their sensual gratification.
It was going to be great fun, just meeting them. And if she just happened to know some of them, that would add something extra to the affair. Now that Jessica thought of it, there were a few guys here and there that she wouldn't at all mind fucking, and she imagined that her husband had taken some sneaky looks at their wives, with the same idea in mind.
Perfumed and powdered, she skipped out to dinner, wearing a different robe and pompom slippers with high heels. Her long, silver-blonde hair was caught in a ponytail, held there by a bright-red ribbon. She felt good and looked good, and her entire body glowed with well-being. Jessica had never felt so loved and so wanted, and there was a tingle in her belly that recalled how sweet it had been to kiss Christine and caress her tits.
Was she also getting interested in women? Jessica wondered. That was another brand-new idea for her gently stunned mind to work over, but she wasn't going to fret over any implications. Jessica was in love with life and her new outlook upon it, in love with her lovers, and if one of them happened to be another female, so what?
In the kitchen again, she kissed Christine briefly on the lips and was rewarded by the warmth of the other woman's response. Flashing back to an earlier hour, she relived that hotly panting moment when she had taken some of her husband's jism from Christine's tongue. Shivering, Jessica made herself busy at the stove while the other woman set the table.
They ate well, but without overstuffing themselves. Dink said something about not being able to fuck on a full stomach, and they all laughed. After the meal, the men wandered back into the living room, while the women tidied up and stacked dishes in the washer. Jessica wondered what Blake and Dink would talk about, if they would compare notes on balling each other's wives.
She said to Christine, "What got you two started swinging?"
"The usual things, I guess. Boredom, probably. After the bloom wears off and when sex with your husband isn't all that much fun anymore, you get to wondering what it would be like to screw this man or that. Dink and I talked it over one night, and answered some ads in those swap magazines."
Jessica said, "And you started laying other people right away?"
"Just one couple," Christine answered. "As we're swinging with you and Blake. We thought it would be too much, just jumping into a big orgy scene without knowing if we would really dig it or not. Some people don't, you know. Some of the couples just want to trade mates at each other's homes, very quietly. But others would rather ball in a group. I go both ways."
Gnawing her lip, Jessica said, "I'm not all that sure about my own feelings. I mean, the idea seems to turn me on, but I might chicken out when I actually walk into a roomful of people I never saw before and know that I'm going to be fucking at least some of them."
"If not all of them," Christine said. "But you've never made it with another woman, have you?"
"Not yet," Jessica answered, and looked her friend in the eyes. "But I think I want to."
Christine patted her cheek tenderly. "You will, darling. We came very close to it earlier, but there was Blake with us. He'll just have to learn to take a lot of new things, including a little Lesbianism. I'm not always an AC-DC chick, but I am with you."
That's ... going either way, with a man or a woman, that AC-DC?"
"Or with both a man and woman," Christine said. "As we did already, but with a difference."
"There're so many new things to learn," Jessica said, "but I think it's going to be fun being a student."
"It was for me," Christine said with a smile. "Now I get as much of a kick from teaching. I'll really enjoy showing you what to do and how to do it.. Now, let's go on in there with the guys, and see when we're going to the club."
They held hands as they walked into the living room, and Jessica enjoyed the sensation of her hip brushing against Christine's. Standing over the men, Jessica couldn't resist saying, "Take your pick."
Grinning, Dink said, "I'll take you both, but not right now. Sit down, girls. I was just talking it over with Blake, and he thinks he can make it tomorrow night at the club. What do you say-just this Joe Sims and his wife, or the other couples, too?"
"Let's meet them one at a time," Christine suggested. "That way, Jessica and Blake are less liable to get all shook, and they'll slide into the group easier."
"Good enough," Dink said. "I'll call the guy first thing tomorrow. But for right now, has everybody's dinner digested?"
Jessica shook her head. "We're barely out of the kitchen, you nut. I think that a slow brandy will help."
"I'll buy that," Christine agreed, and they sat around for some time, sipping brandy and talking in generalities.
But in time, the talk got to the subject, and they all stopped trying to avoid it. Again, Christine took the lead when she said, "Since this beautiful blonde is new at so many things, suppose you two horny men take her on at the same time? If I get too hot, I'll move in, too. But I want Jessica to know how it feels to take on two guys at once."
Pursing her lips, Jessica said, "I ... something like you and I did with Blake?"
"Dink will show you, darling. Blake, you get another chance to put the meat to your own wife while my husband helps out. So everybody might as well get naked."
A tingle of excitement moved through Jessica's tensed body as she peeled back her robe and watched the others strip for action. It was still an eerie feeling for her to see her husband and another man naked right beside him, to say nothing of the nude loveliness of another woman.
She saw the lifting pricks of Dink and Blake, watched them rise and swell, and saw the dangling ball sacs beneath them. The cockheads were much a-like, she decided, with her husband's perhaps being just a little more pointed, while Dink's glans was thicker, stubbier.
What would they do to her with those big dicks? Who would push one into her mouth while the other prick worked its way into her aching cunt? She wondered if they would ride her as she and Christine had done when they worked Blake over, or if there was another position more comfortable for a woman. It didn't really matter. Whatever they decided for her, she would gladly accept, making up her mind that it would be fun to be dominated.
"Have you ever eaten your wife's cunt?" Dink asked, and Blake slowly shook his head. Dink said, "Then now's the time, man. She can lie down on the floor and you can go down on that fine, hot pussy while I hold her head in my lap and feed her my prick."
Moving like a battery-operated robot, Jessica allowed Christine to lead her to the couch and push her gently down before it.
"Open your legs, dear," Christine instructed, "and give him plenty of room to get inside your sweet cunt. Blake, you do as good a job of eating your wife's pussy as you did with mine, and she'll freak out."
Trembling, Jessica opened her thighs wide and lay back to place her head on Dink's lap. It felt so odd to her with a man on each end of her body, so strangely arousing. She thought that it probably wouldn't be nearly so stimulating if one of the men wasn't her husband. It was better, because one man was bound to her by all the legal ties, held to her through their long familiarity with each other's bodies.
She and Blake had fucked countless times, and it was better since he was in on it when she was also about to get it on with another man. Her husband could slide his stiff prick into her wet cunt and work it there while he watched her suck off another man, while he saw a man's cock taken into the mouth he had so often kissed, so often tongued. Now she was about to get her mouth and throat filled with her lover's come, and her husband would see every detail of the cocksucking.
"Here, baby," Dink said. "You sucked cock for the first time yesterday. Now show me if you've learned anything since. And show your loving husband, too. Look, Blake. Watch me shove the big head of my cock into your wife's red and loving lips."
Turning her head just enough, Jessica took the bulb of Dink's cockshaft between her lips and held it there, partly in and partly out, so that her husband could get a good, close view.
Around the spongy meat, she said, "Blake, darling, see how I'm tasting this prick? It's delicious, so tasty. Please, darling-shove your prick into me and move it around in my pussy while I eat Dink's cock."
She felt the touch of her husband's cockhead, the steady pressure of it and heard when Christine said, "Okay, fuck her first, but then go down on her, Blake."
Then Jessica drew the big prick into her mouth, pulled the tender cockhead across the roof of her hungry mouth and all the way back to the velvet cup of her throat. This time she didn't retch, or even feel like it. Licking over the expanded rim, she worked Dink's cock back and forth, cutting her eyes up at her husband to see how he was taking the sight.
He was taking it in rapture, and she could swear that his prick swelled bigger than normal inside her clenching twat. Blake's eyes were fixed with a hypnotic intensity upon his wife's face, upon the distended prick sliding in her spread lips. She took Dink's balls in one hand and played with them, trying to smile at her husband around the moving shaft of another man's rod.
Blake pumped his cock into her snatch, his hands light on her hips, staring only at her face. He was so dedicated that Christine had to come tug at his shoulders and make him back out of his wife's quivering cunt. When Christine pushed his head down, Blake rolled his eyes upward and kept watching as Jessica sucked off another man, even though his own mouth was now buried in her puffy pussylips.
Another hot thrill shot through her cunt as Jessica felt his mouth working into it, as she knew the penetration of his tongue, hot and wet and probing so deeply in her hairy gash. She rolled her ass and hunched her pelvis up against Blake's teeth, knowing that this was how it should have been between them from the very first.
She gnawed blissfully on Dink's shaft, lapping around the cockhead with pure enjoyment, dipping the end of her tongue into the sticky peehole, pulling as much cock into her mouth as she could take. She sucked awhile and licked awhile, sucking in her cheeks and puffing them out again. Dink held her head and hunched a little, but mostly he let her work on his prick any way she wanted to.
Down below, her legs twisted and jerked, so she lifted her feet and brought her long legs down around her husband's shoulders. By turning carefully, she was able to look down the length of her naked body and into his eyes as she wrapped her thighs along his head and used them to urge his mouth ever deeper into the fiery slot of her dripping cunt.
Blake was eating her, and she was eating Dink. She was sucking and being sucked, and her body vibrated in lustful response. Her mouth sucked on a big prick, and in turn, a mouth pulled at her cunt. She licked over a cockhead, and in turn, had her clitoris licked. It was wonder piled upon wonder, and she went wild with it all.
When Dink exploded his come into her gasping mouth, she wasn't quite ready for it, and some of the white-hot fluid gushed from the corners of her mouth to run thickly down her chin.
She saw her husband's eyes fly wide at the sight of another man's jism on her face, and after gulping noisily at the main stream of the juice, Jessica opened her mouth a little to show him the cream still there. Blake bit down on her cunt then, and her clit went crazy in his teeth.
Jessica was coming before she knew it, hunching and grinding her belly, feeding her husband all the cunt he could possibly take into his devouring mouth. More jism ran off her chin and slid hotly down her throat. She thought dimly, hazily in the swirl of her thoughts, that Dink Manners always threw such a hug load of cock juice.
Suddenly she was conscious of a wiggling and squirming down below, and had to take her mouth from around the dripping head of Dink's cock to see what was going on. She made out Christine as the other woman slid under Blake's body, forcing him to hike up on his knees and to lift his ass some, but without ever removing his mouth from Jessica's throbbing cunt.
"Can't stand it any longer," Christine was panting. "Must have this prick. Oh, Blake! It's so hard and sticky, where you've been leaking come. Here, darling, let me get hold of it ... Ahh! There, baby. Now it's going into my nice, hot cunt, and you can just fuck to your heart's content, without taking your mouth out of Jessica's pussy."
Blake's ass was moving up and down, and she knew that his prick was slipping around inside Christine's well-trained quim. Jessica put her mouth back around Dink's cockhead, feeling a new life move within her own snatch as her husband's tonguing increased.
SIX
THEY HAD SLEPT IN THEIR OWN BEDS, WITH their own mates, and oddly enough Jessica and Blake had made it again, in a gentle, sweet fucking that put the perfect finish to the night. It seemed that watching each other get screwed, or joining in a multiple fucking, had only made them want each other that much more.
Jessica dreamed during what was left of the night, and into the next morning, and woke rested. By design, they didn't get into any tangles, but played it cool in order to store up energy for the evening, when they'd journey to Joe Sims' house for a swinging party.
Napping in the sun in the backyard, well-fed and with their fires stoked by martinis and a generous amount of Vitamin E, they felt themselves ready, an hour after dinner. Then, riding in Dink's car and seated properly by couples, they crossed the town and pulled up in the designated driveway.
When Jessica climbed from the car, she held onto her husband's hand and said, "I'm scared."
He patted her hand. "Don't be. You and Christine will be the loveliest women here, and if you don't like it, we'll just pull on out and go back home."
Chin up, nipples pressing braless against the front of her thin silken blouse, she followed Christine to the door and they waited after Dink pressed the door chimes.
Joe Sims opened the door, and after seeing Dink, smiled and led them into his house. He was a small man, Jessica saw, maybe an inch or so shorter than herself, but attractive and muscular. He was perhaps three years older than the rest of them, and his hair was beginning to get an interesting little wing of faint silver just over the ears.
His wife rose graciously from a big chair to greet them, holding out her hand. Jessica stared, because the woman was breathtakingly beautiful, and because she was in miniature. With her short and gleaming red hair setting off a piquant little face, Adelle Sims appeared to be a girl in junior high, rather than a married woman and member of a swinging set.
Her body was small, but wonderfully proportioned, and Jessica looked from pert tits down over a tiny waist, farther down to compact, tapered legs and small, cute feet. She smiled up at them all, an elfin dream in a swirling dress of pale chiffon.
"Welcome all, and my, how lovely you girls are! May I offer some champagne?"
It was all so natural and unaffected, Jessica thought, sitting on one end of a long, low couch and crossing her legs. She saw her husband watching the tiny woman and noticed the warmth rising in his eyes. Jessica couldn't blame him. Adelle was stunning, and these lucky men would soon have the opportunity to crawl between those sleek little legs and mount that doll-like body. She wondered if they would feel as if they were fucking a little kid.
Dink and Joe talked, and introductions were made all around. Blake was shifting uneasily every time Adelle came near him, and Jessica was surprised to notice that he was raising a hard-on. It bulged plainly through his pants, even though he tried unsuccessfully to hide it. He was really aroused, she thought, "and knew she was seeing a changed man in her husband, that instead of all the sex wearing him down, he was turning into a tiger.
Adelle turned on a stereo and served sharply chilled wine, and after a bit, they danced, at first with their own mates, then changing over. Three men and as many women. The number seemed just right to Jessica when she found herself dancing with Joe Sims.
"Dink says you and your husband are new to swinging," he said.
"Y-Yes. I mean, we haven't done any ... except with Dink and his wife, and they're old school chums of ours," she said, as if all that information made the slightest difference.
"Adelle and I have been at it about six months, that's all. We've found it to be very stimulating. It's brought us closer together and probably saved our marriage. We were both sneaking around and screwing on the side, lying about just about everything. Now we get the additional sex we need in each other's presence, and have found it pays to be straight in our own family."
Jessica moved with him to the music, not finding it difficult because she was taller than him, knowing the pressure of his well-built body and feeling a surge of excitement. "If you're trying to make me feel more at ease, you're doing fine," she said.
As they continued to dance, and she swapped partners-for dancing only-Jessica began to wonder if they'd ever get down to the fucking. When she glanced over at her husband and Mrs. Sims, she saw Blake's hand sliding suggestively over the delicately rounded cheeks of the small woman's ass.
After that, as if by some prearranged signal, people just started undressing. Christine was sliding around with her blouse off, showing her fine, high tits; Dink had shed his shirt and was fumbling with the zipper of his pants.
Eagerly, Jessica bent to catch the hem of her dress and whip it over her head, glad now that she'd had the nerve not to wear anything underneath the short dress. She didn't take off her new, modish shoes with the high sole and heels, even though they made her tower over the other women. Later, maybe, but just now they gave her a feeling of pride, and she did a slow, easy kind of twirl in the middle of the room.
"You're an exceptionally lovely woman," Joe said. "A real outdoors type, all tanned and healthy.
That's wonderful." He peeled out of his shirt and she saw the broad expanse of his chest, with only a wisp of brown hair in its center.
Then another movement close by caught her eye, and she stared enthralled at Adelle. Barefoot, the red-haired woman seemed even smaller, and the patch of hair between her slim thighs matched the color of her head. Her skin was flawless, finely textured and rosy-pale; peering closer, Jessica saw that it was dusted with faint golden freckles.
The nipples were minute points on sweetly shaped boobies, and the overall picture of Adelle Sims naked was that of a saucy forest nymph. Men could go crazy over such a tasty morsel, Jessica thought. I could go a little mad, myself.
A pair of hands came around her body from behind, and she stiffened in surprise, but relaxed when they cupped her tits. Warm breath stirred into the nape of her neck, and she felt a rigid cock pressing against the bare cheeks of her ass.
As the hands fondled her tits, she flinched in another shock. That simply couldn't be a man's prick against her there. It was too big. She decided somebody was trying to play a tasteless trick, because the cock was gigantic, something that certainly belonged on a horse, rather than a man.
Turning, she was going to give somebody-Dink, probably-hell for scaring her. Then she saw it-massively distended and with a purplish head on it, huge and threatening. As she stared in total disbelief, she saw a milky drop of lubrication ooze from the slitted mouth and hang waiting there.
It was real, and it grew from the crotch of Joe Sims, standing so tall and thick, with heavy veins writhing around its shaft. The balls dangling below were of like size, swollen and hairy. Jessica drew in a sharp breath and took a backward step in reflex.
"That's ... the biggest cock I've ever seen," she gasped.
"It won't bite you," Joe said. "And now you can see why Adelle and I had problems. She can't really handle so much prick."
"I ... I don't know if I can, either." Tentatively, Jessica put out her hand and touched the great, velvety cockhead with her fingertips. It seemed to quiver, and the drop of cock juice trembled on the blunt tip.
"You're a tall, long-legged woman," he said, and moved toward her. "Your lovely cunt must be deep. The other women in our little club can take my cock, so you ought to be able to. Give it a try, Jessica. Feel it. See how it throbs for you."
She felt over the prickhead, and her cunt grew warmer, damper. The rest of the room seemed closed out, even though she could hear the subdued murmuring of other voices and the background beat of the music. There was only this huge cock and herself in the world.
"All right," she said through lips that had turned numb, "but not just like that. I mean, I'll need some time and some loving to be ready."
Taking her by the hand, Joe Sims led her to they long, low divan and gently urged her down. When she lay flat, he stretched beside her and held her face tenderly between his hands. Then he kissed her, without using his tongue at first, and she felt the kindness of his mouth, the boyish kind of kiss that brought back teen-age memories.
The big prick lay comfortably against her belly, reaching to the bottom moundings of her tits, its balls below her navel. Jessica was afraid to estimate its length; she might be correct.
He teased her ear with his tongue, and nibbled at her throat, sliding that great dong over her belly, nudging her tits with its bulbous cockhead. Her arms lightly around his compact body, she kissed him back, feeding the growing flame of her tongue into his mouth and feeling the excited clash of his teeth against hers. Joe was really stirred up, she thought; she was a new cunt for him to try that monstrous prick in, and there was another new swinger close by, plus two husbands who were no doubt stunned by the sight of that club.
Daringly, Jessica ran her hand down and took hold of the gigantic prick, felt the mighty power in that tree-trunk shaft, and the engine pulsing of it. The cockhead gave to her fingers and rose again, dribbling the slippery fluid over its flared rim. She continued to play with the meaty rod while his mouth slid down to fasten upon one of her erect nipples. His mouth was hot, his tongue avid, and his hands seemed to be flowing all over her body, feeling her flesh, dipping into hollows and caressing curves.
Her heart beat wildly, and she drew that massive cockshaft toward her trembling snatch, urging Joe up on his knees and between her widespread legs. She didn't want to look down and see it, but she couldn't stop herself. There was the glistening head, purple and vibrant; there was the impossible length and thickness of the hard pole to follow, and the hairy balls waiting.
"Be gentle with me," she whispered, and helped him set the knob against the reluctant lips of her cunt. The very touch of his big tool was a jolt of raw electricity.
"Such a beautiful cunt," he said. "I've never seen pussy hair that silvery color. It's gorgeous, and the pink lips of your cunt show through."
As the man moved forward and pressed the spongy, but hard-cored, end of his prick into the opening of her snatch, Jessica closed her eyes and gave herself up to the reaming she was going to get. Her cuntlips stretched, gave elastically, and the big cockhead worked its' way gently inside the pussylips, pushing farther into her gash, feeling its thick, blunt way into the hot cavity of her cunt.
She moaned, and immediately Joe stopped shoving. "Is it hurting you, Jessica?"
"No," she said, "oh no. Don't stop pushing it in, darling. Drive it into me all the way to your balls. Shove it all the way home. Just fill me up with that wonderful prick."
He thrust tenderly but powerfully into her, and her pussy gave to his pressure, the sheath widening to admit the mammoth prick, taking it in and in. The hard flesh slid over her clitoris, turning her on like crazy. So much prick, so much meat inside her body! It was a glorious feeling, being filled by a man's cock, being stuffed with it from one end of her cunt to the other.
"Uhhh!" she grunted as the cockhead struck bottom, nudging the cupped end of her womb. That was as far as it could go, but she also felt the wrinkled weight of his balls as they came to rest in the feathery cleft of her ass. She had him; she had all his prick.
"Oh, you darling man!" she cried out. "Fuck me, fuck me! Use that big womb-jammer on me and drive me out of my mind. Oooohh! What a prick! What a magnificent cock!"
His hands were under her ass, and she hiked her crotch up at him, braced her feet into the divan so he could stroke his superb tool into her stretched cunt. The cockhead slid back, and she tried to follow it, only to meet the forward drive of the knob as Joe fed it deep again.
"Such a tight, narrow pussy," he panted, lifting her ass so that his balls flopped into it at every thrust. "It fits like a hot, wet glove around my prick, Jessica. Throw those long legs around my back, baby."
She did it, and he rolled her up on her shoulders to cram stroke after stroke into her writhing body, jolting her with every push, although he was as gentle as possible. The very thickness of his prick made it rub constantly over her throbbing clit, and before he had driven many probes into her cunt, Jessica came.
Tightening the grasp of her long, slim legs around his sweaty back, she slammed her pelvis against his and made circling movements with her ass, rolling her cunt around that gigantic cockshaft.
"You're turning hotter and juicier inside," he said, with a tight grip on her asscheeks. "I can move my cock around more. Ahh, baby ... Oh yeah, you hot bitch with the silver pussy! It's so hot and so goooodd...."
She continued to screw her cunt wildly around on his pistoning dong, riding the thick salami and feeling every inch of it pack her hungry cunt. Eyes closed, her teeth locked and moaning through them Jessica Talbot completely lost herself. She turned into an animal, into a savage female animal deep in heat, fucking and being fucked like never before.
Hunching and squirming, bucking to him and with him, she came again, and just clung to him with her legs, wrapped her arms around his neck and kept right on churning her ass, kept on whiplashing her cunt against the root of his cock.
It was wild and fantastic, and her body was tireless and driving. When Joe Sims dug his fingernails into the silken cheeks of her wiggling ass and straightened out his legs, she was only a few strokes from making her third orgasm. So she hurried with him, turned vicious and hammered at his prick with a primitive fury.
"Coming!" he said, burying his face into her heaving tits. "Oh, oh baby, I'm coming in your crazy cunt!"
"Let it go!" she hissed, squeezing his head into her tits with all her strength. "Oh, let it go-shoot it all into me!"
The head of his prick swelled, flexed, and the mouth opened deep within her ravenous cunt, opened to spew forth a volcanic eruption of jism, a hot and searing lava of come that flooded her cunt. It was frothing and bubbly; it scorched her spasming pussy and backed up to overflow around his draining balls.
Jessica came for the last time, for the third and overwhelming time, wiggling sensuously on the slippery, greasy cockshaft buried to the heavy root inside her flooded cunt. Her backbone seemed to melt, and her asshole drew tight. Sighing in completion, she went weak all over, inside and out. Her legs dropped from his back, and when he allowed her to roll forward from her shoulders, her weight carried her flaccid ass right on down to the couch.
She was suddenly very tired. She had no strength left, and the massive prick was still embedded full length inside her surrendered pussy. He could tear her apart with it now, and she couldn't fight him. She didn't even care if he ripped her up the middle. There was no better way to die.
"Baby," he said, lying on top of her and kissing her mouth softly. "Oh Jessica, baby, you're a really exceptional lay."
She managed to say, "But IT can't f-fuck anymore."
"Of course you can," he said. "Just as soon as you catch your breath." And he backed his hard cock out of her hole, took the thick pole slowly and delicately out of her quivering, flooded cunt. The knob hung for a moment in the clench of her pussylips, then slid wetly out. A heavy trail of cock juice followed it, running hotly and like thick, white syrup down her cunt mound to gather in the dip of her ass. There was a special, slidy feel to the stuff, she thought, and when he was gone, she rubbed her thighs together on the juice.
She had never been fucked like that before, but it wouldn't be her last time, Jessica decided. She was going to get plenty of that prick, right here in the swinging club.
SEVEN
WHILE THEY RESTED, SIPPING CHAMPAGNE and sitting side by side on the long divan, they watched the action around them. Jessica saw her husband flat on his back, with the tiny figure of the delectable little Adelle Sims riding his prick.
Across the room, Dink and Christine were playing sixty-nine, and for a few minutes Jessica followed that scene with deep interest, since she had never seen it performed before. But she was more drawn to her own husband and the elfin woman, so she looked back to them.
"There," Joe Sims said, his hand upon her wet cunt mound. "Your husband has just the right-sized prick for my wife's tiny pussy. I've been told that it feels like a cherry every time a man fucks it."
"Oh, you poor man," Jessica said. "Haven't you ever screwed your own wife?"
"Yes," he answered, "but not fully, not by sinking my big cock all the way into her little snatch. I can only get so far, and it starts to hurt her. So I hold it partly out. We've fucked a lot that way, and we've become expert in eating each other. But I guess neither of us was ever fully gratified until we started swapping."
"I understand," Jessica sighed, and patted his softened cock. She saw the sprite-like figure of Adelle riding her husband as if Blake were a horse and the little woman the jockey. Blake was holding to the impossibly trim waist, and the small, polished apples of Adelle's ass were sliding up and down the rod of his prick.
The curly red hair of the woman's girlish cunt out-lined the gleaming cockshaft as it went in and out of her tiny pussy, and Blake was groaning in rapture. Her small hands on his chest, Adelle rocked back and forth and swung her trim ass from side to side, sitting nearly erect as she fucked the man between her supple thighs.
"Beautiful," Joe Sims sighed. "She fucks so well, and your husband can really use his cock. Both of them are getting a good screwing, aren't they? I feel a little odd since the Manners couple was left alone. But they seem to be doing all right."
"Oh, yes," Jessica said. "Dink and Christine can get it on with each other just as well as with other lovers."
"That's good," Joe said, massaging her damp pussy with the back of his hand. "It's fine when people fit together well in our group, and I'm sure all four of you will be a most welcome addition to the club. Oh, look there. My wife's about to come. I can always tell when she screws up her face that way."
Jessica watched closely, and heard the breath hiss from the other woman as she shuddered to a grinding stop on Blake's hidden prick. But Blake hadn't finished, and pulled the slight body down on top of him while he pounded fiercely up into the relaxed little cunt, slapping his swinging balls into her ass.
His balls leaped then, jerked themselves upward before sagging back, and her husband held the girl-woman tightly, squirting his boiling jism into her girlish pussy.
"Ohh," Adelle Sims sighed, "oh, lovely! Lovely!"
Blake's hands stroked over the smooth back, cupped the resting asscheeks and trailed along the glossy white thighs. Jessica saw his satisfaction and reveled in it with him, begrudging him nothing, incapable of being jealous of the provocative Adelle.
She was surprised to find Christine standing close beside the divan, and to look beyond her best friend to see Dink helping himself to more wine at the table. Christine looked adorable, all rose-olive tints and with that shining black cunt peeping from its nest between full thighs.
"How was your first fuck with a stranger?" she asked.
Joe answered, "We're not strangers anymore. Jessica-Mrs. Talbot-and I were built for each other."
Christine's grin was sultry. "I'm built for you, too. I've seen some big cocks, but yours takes the prize. Will you be ready to go again soon?"
He smiled back at her and took his hand away from Jessica's snatch. "In a few minutes. And your husband will take his turn with my wife-but that leaves the Talbots alone, like you and Dink were left before."
"That's fine," Jessica said quickly. "I'm sure that Blake doesn't mind, either. And as Christine often says, if we get too hot and bothered, we can always just pitch in."
"That's right," Joe said, and got up to take Christine's hand, to guide her to the table where the iced champagne waited in buckets.
Blake sat up as the little Adelle crawled off him. His cock was reddened and shiny, Jessica saw, and his eyes were bright as ever. She crooked a finger at him and he came to the couch, where she handed him her empty glass.
"Get us some more, darling. How was that gorgeous little pussy?"
"Wild," he said. "Like fucking a live Lolita. I kept imagining that she was about twelve years old, and that made me just that much hornier."
She lifted an eyebrow at him. "I never knew you went for very young girls, Blake. Maybe we can do something about that later."
He laughed. "I never knew it, either. Maybe I really don't. I just know I could fuck Adelle all night long and then some."
"Not without Dink's help," she said. "Look how he's petting her."
As Blake went to the wine bucket, Jessica looked at the others, and stretched her long legs out. It was wonderful to just sit there and observe for a while, because she was still numb inside her cunt from the heavy balling she had received from the king-sized prick that hung from between Joe Sims' legs.
She corrected herself-that cock didn't hang; it sprouted tall as a young oak tree. It had climbed right back up again, and Christine's adept fingers were coaxing it into full bloom.
Just beyond them, Dink Manners was lifting Adelle off the floor and cuddling her like a sexy doll. Even as Jessica watched, Adelle's slim legs parted to hook themselves around Dink's broad body. As he held her ass poised over the purplish knob of his stiff prick, Jessica realized that he was going to screw the lovely, elfin woman standing up.
Adelle's arms were around his neck, and they were tonguing each other with open mouths. He braced his strong hands on her hips and lowered her fragile-appearing ass so that the red curls of her pussy came down on his cockhead.
Slowly, Adelle sagged her weight down and down, and Jessica saw the length of Dink's polished cock disappear into the clasp of Adelle's cunt. Both of them had only minutes before been fucking someone else, and now they were totally wrapped up in each other.
Dink moved with little, balanced steps until her shoulders touched the wall. He was making it easier to stroke into her cunt, Jessica saw, bracing her body against the wall so he could cram his prick deeper. He did just that, rolling the cheeks of his ass some, making his cock reach to the balls inside that toy pussy.
Adelle's feet wiggled with every thrust she took, and she murmured half-words into his mouth; her trim ass swung eagerly from side to side as she rode the sliding dick. Jessica enjoyed watching the scene, and sighed when it was temporarily cut off by the bulk of her own husband. Blake handed her a glass of wine and sat down beside her.
The break caused her to look over at the others, at Christine and Joe. That big cock was just vanishing into her furry black pussy, sliding powerfully into her body. Christine was on her back, the best possible way to take the huge cock, and her knees were bent. Joe had both hands against her tits, and was feeding his prick slowly into her cunt, inch by swollen inch.
It was fascinating just to watch the huge cock go in, and she held her wine glass for a long time, not sipping at it. Christine's head was thrown back and her grimace could have been one of deep ecstasy-or of pain. Her sleek hips were moving gently from side to side, and Jessica saw the big cock plunge home all the way to the root, saw the hanging balls cover the cleft of Christine's ass.-It was locked home into the woman's cunt, and she was wiggling eagerly on it.
"Damn," Blake said softly. "That's some prick, isn't it? When I looked up and saw him pouring all that meat to you, I thought he might break your cunt open. But you were taking the entire shaft and bucking for more."
"It was great," Jessica said. "But I can get just as big a charge out of your prick, darling. It's just that Joe's is so different."
"I know," he sighed. "Like Adelle's cunt. I know damned well she can't take her husband's cock. She's too tight and shallow."
"He gets it about halfway in," she said.
"That must drive him wild, not being able to bury it deep."
Jessica nodded, watching Joe Sims slip his talked-about cock into the tight grasp of Christine's educated cunt. "Until they developed good oral sex-and started swinging."
Blake put his hand on her pussy mound and fingered gently into the damp hair, then moved down along her wet cuntlips. "I'm glad we started, aren't you?"
She stroked his arm. "Very glad. Put your finger in, dear."
He slid his finger into her cunt and felt around with it, and she knew he was feeling the tremendous load of jism that Joe Sims had left in there. She hiked her ass so he could finger deeper, and felt a new kind of thrill when he stroked her clitoris, knowing that her husband's finger was made slippery by another man's come.
"Do you want to fuck me now?" she asked. "The other girls are busy, but if you want to wait awhile-"
He kissed her mouth and pushed her gently back upon the couch. "I want to fuck my wife now, while she's still full of her lover's juice. I'd really like to screw you the same time another guy does, but I don't guess that's possible."
She drew him over on top of her body, opening her thighs for the blind reaching of his hard prick. "We can try, darling. We can ask the others how to" go about it, and we can try, if that's what you want."
Her husband's cock eased into her waiting snatch, and she moved upon it slowly, giving him chance to feel all the wetness in her well-fucked hole.
As they fucked, she peered over his shoulder and saw Joe Sims hammering his massive pole into Christine's cunt, making the slim, aristocratic body jerk with each pistoning stroke. Christine had her heels hooked behind the man's knees, and was not only hanging on, but meeting him stroke for stroke, grinding her cunt on his rod as he plowed it into her.
Turning her head slightly, Jessica watched the final moments of the screwing between Adelle Sims and Dink Manners. He had her pinned to the wall and was banging his cock into her tiny snatch, his fingers dug into the sleek ass, spreading her cunt for deeper penetration.
Adelle bit Dink's neck and cried out, "Oh, how marvelous! Oh, sweet man, I'm coming, COMING!"
Dink only grunted an answer, but Jessica could see him go up on tiptoe as he plunged a final thrust into the encompassing cunt. His balls flexed, and the little woman was getting a burst of hot jism to pack her cunt.
Jessica wiggled on her husband's prick, reaching around his ass to tap one finger into his bunghole, without really knowing why she was doing it. It seemed like a good idea, so she followed up, tickling him there while his cock probed the clinging depths of her wet, red hole. The cockshaft rubbed thrillingly over her clit, and she wondered why they hadn't had this much fun before when they fucked.
It was the group, she thought, the seeing and being seen; it was the letting down of all bars, throwing away the hang-ups. Pure, raw sex was thrilling in itself, and didn't need the tight restrictions of an uptight society, The others had finished balling while Jessica and Blake were still making it, and by the time she came-with her husband only a pulse beat behind-the other couples had untangled themselves. The music was still throbbing, and the heady incense of fucking was in the air.
Joe Sims popped the cork on another champagne bottle, and the bubbling wine lifted them all. Jessica thought it funny that she could now get as high on sex as she had before on liquor, and the glow lasted a lot longer. But she didn't turn down another glass of champagne, because it seemed to give her strength.
She wondered if the men could go on or if the night was already coming to an end.-Already she'd fucked Joe and Blake, but skipped Dink Manners. And each-of the men had made it twice with other women. Could they go three times in a row?
Adelle Sims served sandwiches and the wine continued to flow, and before too much longer Jessica found her question being answered. The party was going to flourish; there was a new current of sexual heat in the room, and people were beginning to look each other over once more. Jessica was glad, because she hadn't wanted to go home yet; there were too many more sexy things to experience, and she needed to know it all.
The women, she thought, and watched the cat-like movements of Christine, the little-girl freshness of Adelle; there was quite a thing growing between herself and the experienced Christine, and she could certainly become interested in getting it on with lovely little Adelle. But what would that do to the men? They weren't at all drawn to each other; she could see that.
Was there something special about swinging, a hidden drive that pushed highly sexed women toward each other, and to another version of sexual outlet? Jessica had never really been attracted to other women, not even in junior high when all the girls seemed to have close chums, when some of the whispers turned ugly.
But now Jessica knew that she could, and would, join in any Lesbian activity that offered itself. The idea of holding another woman, of feeling into a hot, slidy cunt, of perhaps tasting it-she shivered, imagining it.
"Cold?" Blake asked. "I'll get your dress if you are."
She shook her head. "Thanks, anyhow. I was making myself tremble by thinking of something. Would it bother you, darling, if I swung with Christine?"
Looking at her for a long moment, he said, "No, I don't think it would. I've often wondered what it would be like to screw two women who liked to screw each other as well."
"Damn," she said, "and I once called you stodgy."
Then the others were moving, and the swirling seemed not to be aimless, but gathering with the divan as a focal point. Four naked people, all compelling in their sensuousness, and they were coming together now. Jessica sat a little straighter.
Joe Sims said, "Since you're the newest initiate, Jessica, we thought you might like to be the center of attention. You can do whatever you care to, but we thought some multiple sex."
"Anything you say," Jessica answered.
EIGHT
THEY STRETCHED HER OUT ON THE carpet, with pillows under her ass and under her head. Long and lithe, the strips of untanned whiteness like big stains in her golden skin, Jessica lay looking up through pale lashes at the three men around her. Beyond them, on the couch, Adelle and Christine sat with their arms around each other, and Jessica knew a momentary twinge of jealousy, but she didn't know which of them she was jealous of, or over.
Joe Sims said, "We'll just keep moving around you, dear. I'll start in your pussy, then change to your mouth, while Dink takes my place between your legs. As I move from your mouth, Dink will stick his shaft into it, and your husband gets a try at your cunt. We'll just go around and around, and whenever a man comes, he'll fall out, but the others will continue to fuck you, in one place or another."
Jessica quaked inwardly, but held her voice calm. "Go ahead."
Joe caressed her first, feeling over her tits and belly, tickling her cunt with his finger to get her warmed up for the job ahead. But he needn't have bothered, because she was so hot already she could barely hold still. There were the oozing loads of jism within her cunt, placed there by two men, and the warm come would make her slippery enough for any prick, even that huge bat of Joe's.
He was between her legs, his hands upon her thighs, lifting and spreading them wider. A ripple of liquid excitement shook her twat. When Joe put the blunt end of his cockhead against her humid cuntlips, Jessica was more than ready to take it. And this time, the entrance of the massive pole seemed easier, maybe because she was so wet inside, so juicy that the big purple head slid right on in. Thick and heavy, the gigantic cockshaft followed, sinking itself to the balls in her pulsing cunt.
"Just a few preliminary strokes, my dear," Joe said, slowly grinding his prong inside her cunt. "I like to feel a woman's pussy warm up before I really settle down to fucking it."
She wriggled with delight as the knob poked far up into her sheath, as it softly bumped the cervix and made her clit thrum. Digging her fingers into the rug, she smiled at the man who was screwing her so well, and luxuriated in the feel of his huge cock.
But the sensations didn't last long, because Joe paused in his stroking, then stopped altogether and took his prick out of the jealous gripping of her pussy. "Just for a little while," he promised. "Then I'll be back. Meanwhile, you can take this wet knob in your sweet mouth, Jessica."
She saw Dink hurrying to take Joe's place between her thighs, his cock in hand. Then her view was blocked by Joe when he turned her head and held her face still while he pushed the dripping end of his prick to her lips.
Opening for it, she tasted the wetness there, the exotic flavoring of her own cunt mixed with the male musk of cock, and it was good. She had to stretch wide, to make her jaws nearly ache in order to get the big, pulsing cockhead into her mouth.
And as she drew in the spongy, reddened bulb, she felt another cockhead pushing into her greasy cuntlips. Dink shoved his shaft all its length, and the blazing wet walls of her cunt contracted to welcome it. Dink stroked steadily into her swampy hole, seesawing his prick in a strong and hungry rhythm, and she knew the soft slapping of his balls against her uptilted asshole.
Then she had to concentrate on the prick in her mouth, the huge, rubbery knob that threatened to block her throat. Licking over it, she thrust her tongue into the pisshole and held it there until Joe wiggled; then Jessica used her tongue like a puppy dog might, lapping all over the good meat. She sucked on it, compressing the cockhead, lengthening the point, then letting go to allow his big fuck-stick to snap back to its former shape.
Joe Sims was holding her head, stroking his cock into her mouth and throat as if he was fucking a deep cunt, and she loved every movement, adored each hunch.
Dink Manners was holding her thighs, hiking her pelvis toward him, feeding the prick to her cunt in long, furious stabs.
"Okay," Joe said, and she was suddenly gulping air. His cock was gone, taken away. Blinking, shaking her head, she looked down at her crotch and saw Dink kneeling, saw his extracted cock glistening with the combined hot juices of her cunt. Then they all moved, and things blurred for her again. It was all so mixed up, and she was so horny, her body taut inside and out.
Then Dink was at her head, one knee up and one down on the carpet, hand cupped behind her head as he aimed the soggy head of his cock at her mouth. Wincing, Jessica discovered that a man was prodding her snatch, too. Her own husband, she thought; Blake was slipping his stiff cock into her cunt, where two other men's cocks had just been.
She wondered where Joe was, and realized that he must be standing above them, looking on while the other two men worked her over. She sighed, and into her lips came the drooling head of Dink's prick; she almost knew its taste and shape by now.
One cock in her mouth; another one sliding in her cunt; yet another prick waiting to take its turn. Blissfully, she sucked on the juicy prick in her mouth, and heatedly ground her cunt on the shaft buried in her to the balls. Eyes closed, tongue licking, she took man-meat in both ends of her body, and reveled in the twin sensations.
Joe Sims said something that rang hollowly in her ears, but she realized it was the command for them to switch again, and she opened her mouth to allow Dink's prick to escape. One of them would come soon, she thought; even though the edge had been taken off all the men by the fuckings they'd already had, this interchange of cocks from cunt to mouth and back again would have them shooting off before much longer.
Opening her eyes, she looked up and saw her own husband at her head, the dark-brown curls of his cock hair familiar, but seldom seen up this close. His prick was glistening, the head of it dripping with her own juices.
"Uhhh!" Jessica moaned, because the mammoth head of Joe's cock was plowing strongly into her well-fucked snatch. And when her mouth opened to let out the shocked noise, her husband quickly jammed the head of his prick deeply between her lips.
Blake wound his fingers into her platinum hair and held her head motionless while he fucked her mouth. The end of his cock reached far back to prod her throat, just as the knob on Joe's cock was pushing against the cup of her womb.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Jessica came. Great, surging waves of ecstasy raced throughout her cunt and came booming up through her belly. Her asshole clenched and her cunt muscles spasmed and clamped down hard on the ramrodding cock of Joe Sims. She might have bitten down on Blake's prick, because he flinched and shuddered, but he never slowed in his fucking of her mouth, reaching in and out of her gasping mouth with long, sure strokes.
Shivering and jerking, she hunched lustily on one prick and chewed the other, and just as she was certain that Joe was also going to come, he yanked his massive prick out of her spasming hole. Another round, she thought, and knew the hesitation of her husband before he too pulled his cock from the nest of her mouth.
Dink's prick popped right into her snatch, it was so greased and hotly oiled by all the fucking and sucking. And there came Joe's monster, poised at her lips with the purplish knob vibrating. They were all only a few strokes away from coming, Jessica realized as she ground her cunt eagerly on Dink's searching rod.
Joe cupped her chin as he pushed the bloated end of his oversized cock into her mouth. She licked eagerly on it, tasting the spices of her own cunt, and when she began to suck, the man hunched closer and crammed about half the length of his prick down her throat.
Jerking convulsively, the big cockhead blocked her throat and let go with a hissing roar. A geyser of white-hot jism splashed down her throat in a thick and creamy torrent. She swallowed and swallowed, moaning happily around the cockhead as it continued to spurt come into her mouth and down her throat.
She might have choked, but the tremendous river of cock juice slowed, then dropped to a trickle which she sucked from the head of the softening prick. Clutching at his balls, Jessica pulled at the slitted little hole, trying to suck up more of the tasty fluid, but it was all gone, at least for the moment.
Fingernails scratched into the cheeks of her ass, and Dink Manners said, "Ahh ... ahh, baby! I'm coming, coming! I'm jamming your hot pussy full of my jizz, slapping it away up inside this sweet little cunt!"
She felt that load, too, knew the splashing of hot fuck juice inside the clenching sheath of her pussy where the jism blended with the other two loads, where it mixed with the searing oils of her own love juices.
Jessica was still licking when Joe pulled out his cock and drifted away into the semidarkness that surrounded them. She waited, but Dink kept his cock shoved home inside her flooded box, and so the pattern was broken, because Blake came back to her head and kneeled there.
She had a smile for him, and he groaned as he fed the end of his prick into her .open mouth. Another load to digest, she thought, and was eager for the different taste, for the flowing of her own husband's come.
He only moved a few times into her sucking cavern; then his hands clutched at her head. Happily, she flexed her throat for the flood, and it came in spasmodic heavings as Blake shot off. His load wasn't as big as the other man's, but it was rich and buttery, purling thickly over her teeth and lying in globs on her tongue.
Jessica swallowed, and the stuff poured down her throat, slid down into her stomach where it would be kept and digested. She loved her husband now more than ever, more than she could have once believed possible.
Backing out of her twat, Dink pulled out his cock, and it was followed by a trail of jism that oozed from her puffy cuntlips. She finished sucking the final glob of juice from Blake's prick and let her head fall back.
Then she was alone, but she would never really be alone again; she was too well-loved, and had been fucked with too much dedication. Jessica Talbot had been mistress to three men at the same time, giving of her body freely and eagerly. She had received as much as she gave, and she knew she could never go back to their old life style.
In a warm daze, she lay quietly, hearing the beat of her heart, remembering the three different pricks that had fucked madly away in her cunt and that had reached inside her gulping mouth. She was weak, but she was satisfied, and she thought that only women who were swingers could possibly be so thoroughly gratified.
Strong hands reached down to help her up, and she took them gladly, came erect to balance precariously for a moment before accepting the cold glass someone pressed into her hands. Joe Sims said, "You were truly wonderful, Jessica."
"You guys were pretty wonderful yourselves," she said, and drained the wine glass to get her head straight. Still a little wobbly, she made it to the divan and sat down. When her eyes cleared, she saw that the other women were still at it across the room.
Adelle and Christine were in the sixty-nine position, each head buried between the other's thighs, both women caressing asses with eager hands. Christine's olive-skinned body set off the perfect whiteness of Adelle's miniature form, and when Jessica listened closely, she could faintly hear the sounds of licking, the wet and slippery noises of sex.
It was very interesting to watch them suck each other off, and she did so to the exclusion of the men. She heard her husband say something about how he'd barely been able to hold his load, and heard Joe answer that Blake was lucky to have such a pliable wife. But Jessica concentrated upon the interlocked bodies of the two lovely women, and saw them roll back and forth, watched their heads bob up and down in the eager movements of lovemaking.
It was exciting, a scene that aroused some spark of passion still left untouched within her body. Jessica got up again, went over to the women and kneeled beside them. She passed her hands over Christine's body, since her friend was on top, feeling the softness of the damp skin, learning the dip of the backbone and the lovely shapings of Christine's ass.
Reaching lower, she played with the left nipple of Adelle's tit, feeling the delicate thing roll between her fingers. She stroked the twisting bodies, petted and fondled them, and by leaning over, placed hot little kisses on their sweaty skin.
"Uuuummmmm!!" Christine groaned, and Jessica fingered against the hairy ring of her friend's asshole, daring to dip into the small opening.
Christine bucked and heaved, slamming her hairy pussy down into the gobbling mouth of Adelle Sims, eating noisily into the other woman's shuddering cunt. Jessica held her fingertip in Christine's asshole, and somehow reached around to cup one cheek of Adelle's little ass.
She thought the women came together, that they got their rocks off at practically the same moment.
She felt a part of their coming, felt as if by touching them both that she had shared in the quaking of their bodies. It was a terrific sensation, and Jessica kept on planting soft kisses on their bodies long after they had ceased to surge and squirm.
Gently, they came apart, and she found that Christine was in her arms, pressing her tits into Jessica's boobs, hugging her close. They kissed, and in the meeting of their hotly lashing tongues Jessica knew the tastes of tiny, red-haired cunt, as well as the flavors of her friend's mouth.
"Darling," Christine said. "I almost freaked out seeing those three men feeding their meat to you. But sweet little Adelle and I made it just fine. I guess you and I will have to postpone our own loving just for a little while."
Adelle touched them, ran her small hands warmly over their shoulders. "We can leave the men to their drinking," she said. "They won't be good for a while, but we women-"
"Why not?" Christine asked. "Just think, Jessica. The three of us in a hot, burning triangle, everyone eating everyone else's pussy. Doesn't that idea turn you on?"
Three women together, instead of only two. In a way there would be less intimacy, but again, more. She wanted to eat Christine and to be eaten by her, and she also wanted to taste that red, curly cunt, and to have the sleek little Adelle between her thighs.
They could work it all out, she thought; together, they could do anything.
NINE
BEFORE THEY CAME TOGETHER IN A lustful trio, the women took hot showers upstairs, using quick douches to cleanse themselves-from the leftovers of fucking the men. The bath was refreshing, Jessica thought, after soaking and soaping.
For a while, she considered asking the other girls how they felt about swinging in private, leaving the men to their own devices downstairs. But that was part of her old sex life, she realized, the hiding and secretiveness. The new life was honest and open, and the enjoyment was that much better for not being sneaky.
So she followed Christine downstairs and sat beside her while they waited for Adelle to finish her bath and join them. Screwed down, the men were drinking and laughing, and in the process of getting up a penny-poker game. It couldn't possibly be strip poker, Jessica thought, since everyone was already mother naked.
When Adelle came down, they watched her, all eyes upon the doll-like creature with the pale, translucent skin and the burnished red hair, especially in the woolly little triangle between her sleek thighs. Light gleamed from that intriguing patch of cunt hair, making it a target.
When she stood before them, Jessica and Christine parted, then rose to hold her in the circle of their arms. Jessica thrilled to the brushing of the woman's small but perfectly formed tits, and was flattered when the dainty mouth lifted first to her lips.
Adelle's tongue was a darting serpent of fire, honeyed but damp with promise, and her tiny teeth nipped delightfully at Jessica's lips. But Adelle shared herself, turning then to Christine, the woman she had already loved and been loved by.
Jessica took the opportunity to run her hands down over the pert little body, feeling the jeweled precision of softly fleshed joints, the silken texture of the skin, the shaping of the ass. Her fingers were trembling when she touched them into the fine and fragile cleft of the asscheeks.
"Let's just lie down here," Christine suggested. "We won't even need any pillows. And Jessica, I'm going to be selfish and kiss your darling pussy first, since you've never had a woman that way."
Throatily, Jessica said, "That's fine with me. I want to know the inside of Adelle's beautiful cunt.
I ... I think I know what to do, Adelle, but if I make any mistakes, please correct me."
Adelle kissed her cheek, coming up on her toes to do it. "I'm sure you'll do just fine, Jessica, and I'm happy to be your first Lesbian affair. With Christine, of course."
They sank to the carpet, holding hands at first, like playing all-fall-down in some long-ago schoolyard. But they weren't kids; they were mature and passionate women.
"Head to foot," Christine said quietly, "but after the play. Jessica baby, I've wanted to kiss those tits for the longest time."
A soft, hot mouth closed over one of her nipples, and Jessica jerked involuntarily, knowing also the fondling of Christine's hand between her thighs. It was difficult to reach Adelle, but she managed, drawing the small woman close and posing her there upon her knees, so that Jessica could kiss the dainty tits, so she might lick hotly over the smooth flesh of tit and nipple.
Satiny and precious, the skin flowed against her hungry lips, and she squirmed under the tender lappings of Christine, who was exploring Jessica's body with her mouth, expertly heating and firing every portion she caressed.
They couldn't do it properly, tangled as they were, and it was only natural for them to slip down each other's bodies, to move from tits to belly, and to pause for a lingering slice of time at the furry mound of their humid cunts. On their sides, they moved heads toward those waiting crotches, licking tongues as if to taste the very air above the hairy patches.
Jessica jumped when Christine's tongue licked fiercely into her pussylips, and dipped her own face hurriedly between the slim, girlish thighs slightly spread for her eager mouth. One of Adelle's knees was lifted and bent; one leg was out straight. Her curly red head slid into the vee of Christine's olive thighs, and the three of them were locked blissfully together.
Jessica stuck out her tongue and moved it into the damp hairs of Adelle's sweet cunt. Her hands were on the other woman's trim thighs, and at first she was hesitant about dipping her tongue through the fleece and actually tasting the cuntlips. But the little gash was so appealing, so child-like, that she couldn't resist.
Her tongue licked along the cuntlips, and felt their responsive twitching, knew the slight and passionate rolling of Adelle's hips. The taste was of orange blossoms and warm spring winds, of small animal musk and the smoldering fires of sex.
Pushing, Jessica worked her quivering tongue inside the puffy slit and found the hotter depths of the cunt itself. Adelle wiggled, and the fluffy cunt hairs rubbed over Jessica's chin, along her cheeks, tickling her nose. It was a wonderfully intimate sensation, and Jessica slid one hand around to fondle the glossy ass-cheek as she bored ever deeper into the dripping depths of the other woman's cunt.
She trembled passionately when the same thing happened to her own cunt, as Christine licked heavily and thirstily into her twat, running the tongue up and down the length of the pussylips, lapping and curling.
As she felt a different sensation in her cunt, Jessica tried to bring the same feeling to Adelle, burying her mouth solidly into the enfolding membranes of the red-haired snatch, literally eating into the cunt as she was being eaten.
Christine groaned into her cunt, and Jessica ground her twat on her friend's face, humping at the suction of Christine's mouth and the raking of her hungry teeth. When Jessica's clit became trapped between those teeth, she gasped into the cunt she was working on, and redoubled her efforts at bringing Adelle to a mind-blowing orgasm. Searching out the stiff clitoris, she tried to nibble it, but found it wasn't really long enough, so she had to content herself with sucking at it.
Adelle began to gyrate her trim ass, to pump her snatch into Jessica's eager mouth, and Jessica thought that it was a new, a weirdly lascivious sensation, being fucked in the mouth by another woman's flaming cunt.
Then conscious thought fled her mind, leaving only the blind, animal reaction, leaving behind only the primitive instincts of the female in heat. Squirming and bucking, Jessica took and gave, sucked and was sucked. She was licked and licked in return, bit and was devoured. Her thighs closed over Christine's head, and her own head was trapped by the silken netting of Adelle's legs, surprising in their strength.
She didn't know if she came first, or if Adelle's pumping, spiraling strokes against her mouth reached a climax first. It didn't matter, because each of them writhed in the utter bliss of a complete release, coming in the tender, wet suction, coming in the gentle, wet licking. It was cunt to mouth and mouth to cunt, and the asses rolled lustfully in unison, in the oldest rhythm of all.
They melted down and sighed apart, leaving with quick, fluttering kisses, departing with final licks of the tongue and the stirring of hot breath into the damp cunt hairs. It was good for Jessica to simply lie with her face pillowed upon a pale thigh, smelling the musk of the woman she had just eaten out. It was good to feel the light kisses upon her own belly, too.
Perhaps they lay so for half an hour; maybe it was only twenty minutes, but they trembled in the beginning of a new anticipation, and soon they moved. Swinging her head around, changing ends, Jessica found that she was staring into the midnight-black curls of Christine's cunt, and that the cuntlips were swollen, inflamed from the hungry lapping they had already known, but Jessica knew she would soon have them quivering eagerly in her lips and against her teeth.
Now Christine was tucking her face into Adelle's small thighs, burrowing her impatient mouth down into the springy red fur of the woman's tiny twat. Now Adelle was blowing gently into the silvery-blonde hairs of Jessica's cunt, and it was back to Jessica, whose red tongue was poking into the hot, slippery lips of Christine Manners' gorgeous snatch.
A daisy chain, Jessica thought suddenly, and wondered where she had heard the phrase. But that was what they were, a soft and panting chain of woman flesh, connected in the welding of passion.
There was a new feel to the inside of Christine's cunt, a special texture slidy and tantalizing; lapping into the hot cave, Jessica thought of the pricks that had fucked this cunt tonight-first the familiar but eager shaft of Christine's husband Dink, then the huge cock of Joe Sims, that must have stretched it to the limit.
Blake hadn't screwed Christine tonight, Jessica remembered, and pitied her husband for missing out. But Blake had dipped his cock into this very hot hole a number of times already, and had also eaten it out. He'd get more of the marvelously trained cunt when he got around to it, but just now, this hot, juicy slit was all hers, and she nuzzled happily into it.
Adelle was doing a perfect job in Jessica's cunt, using her tongue expertly and driving Jessica in an ecstasy of mindless passion. Jessica rolled her ass and smeared the juices of her cunt over the elfin face, hunched her pelvis wildly against the little nose and felt the wrenching onrush of a tremendous orgasm.
Hot and prickly, the magic feeling began behind her knees and came leaping up her thighs to focus bright and sharp in the pit of her guts, there in the boiling, spasming pit where Adelle was sucking.
Quickly, wanting to give as much as she was getting, Jessica concentrated on Christine's slippery clit, dragging its nubby length into her teeth and worrying it, licking at it savagely.
She came on a flood of pent-up emotions, her eyes closed, but seeing on the screen of her mind the tiny face that was plunged to the ears inside her flaming hole. She came in a star-bursting of erotic wantonness, shaking and churning her cunt.
And she chewed on the vibrant clitoris of Christine, moaning and making humming noises into the wet cavity of the twisting cunt. Christine went a little mad, bucking and heaving, swinging her ass in tight circles and the insides of her thighs shook in a jerky rhythm of completion.
Again they pulsed and throbbed; again, they dissolved in a heap of scented flesh, a tangle of arms and legs and hair, their breaths at first panting, then slowing, and once more they drifted in the warm seas of ebbing orgasms.
"I'll be damned," said Blake Talbot above them. "Did you guys ever see such a beautiful sight? Look at them lying there with their faces buried in each others' bush-all different types of women, with different skin and hair, but they're all the same when it gets down to eating pussy. They all love it."
Joe Sims added in his deep voice, "And I love them, every one. At least, I'd like to, but it'll take me a while to get my cock hard again. Even then, it may be pushing it, to fuck one of these lovely ladies again tonight."
Dink Manners said, "I feel the same way, and a little smashed, besides. What say we call off the party for tonight, and the rest of us go home?"
"Okay by me," Blake said. "But I sure as hell want to. meet the rest of the people in the club. When can we do that, Joe? Maybe we can swing over at my house next time-like tomorrow night?"
Jessica moved her wet face from between Christine's limp thighs and sat up. Christine had already taken away her mouth, and was walking unsteadily to the table for a nightcap, her rounded ass swinging gently and appealingly.
Joe said, "That's great. I can get the others together quickly. It just takes a couple of phone calls. Now that I know what fine people you and the Manners are. We were a little careful, the first night, sort of trying you on for size, you might say. We've found that not everybody blends well, and that can be embarrassing."
"I know what you mean," Dink said. "We ran into a couple of freaks in New York, and everybody else practically had to move to get rid of them. Tomorrow night, then-at Blake's house? Here, I'll write down the address and phone number. My wife and I are staying there temporarily until we can find a place of our own. That has to be sometime next week, too. It's back to work for me then."
Jessica reached up a hand, and Joe Sims took it to pull her to her feet. Smiling at him, she looked around for her dress and shoes and saw them on the chair across the room where she'd first stripped, a few years ago. Moving stiffly toward them, she realized that she had worked her back and pelvis more this night than in a month of exercises.
Score one more plus for swinging with a wife-swapping group, she thought. Multiple fucking's good for the body-if it doesn't wear out! But the human body was remarkably resilient, she knew, and figured that by tomorrow morning she would be just as hot to fuck as she had ever been.
And now she knew what it was like to eat a woman's cunt; she had devoured two of them tonight. She also had experienced the muff-diving of two other women, and that had been fantastically exciting. Even if she hadn't had that massive prick of Joe Sims buried in her aching cunt, even if she hadn't been fucked by three men in turn as they rotated from her cunt to her mouth and back again, the night had been made perfect by her first venture into playing the Lesbian.
Not really a Lesbian, she thought. More like the AC-DC that Christine talked about. She was a woman who could and would swing with either sex now, getting her kicks from man and woman a-like, and that was some kind of progress for a woman who had never taken a prick into her mouth until twenty-four hours ago.
She pulled on her dress, knowing small aches and twinges that would go away in a good, hot bath. Standing high in her mod shoes again, Jessica was drawn into the group that was moving toward the door and saying good night.
Before she left, she kissed both Joe Sims and Adelle, and thanked them for a lovely, lovely evening.
TEN
AFTER SHE WOKE UP, JESSICA LAY STILL for a while, recalling the dream. There had been a long line of pricks, all stiffly erect, marching to the beat of a band, their balls swinging along beneath them like furry feet. Big cocks and little cocks, knobby pricks and fat ones, lean shafts and stubby ones, and they had all come to attention before the reviewing stand where she stood alone.
Prim and proper, she marched down the steps and approached the line, lifting her dress to show her cunt, to let them know she was going to take them all on, one after another.
Smiling dreamily, Jessica climbed out of bed without rousing Blake. They'd slept together last night like tired children, drained of all carnal desires by the balling they'd done before. She eased into the bathroom and peed, thinking as she sat. there that she probably would screw every attractive cock that marched up to her-but only when she wanted to.
She got into the shower and soaped her body thoroughly, rubbing foaming hands over her flanks and belly, bringing them up to fondle the tits that men and women a-like enjoyed sucking. She made bubbles in the silvery hair of her pussy, and liked the sensation she was creating there. So many things as yet unknown, she thought. Like the idea her husband had of two men fucking her at the same time. Could it be done? she wondered.
Washing into the crack of her ass, she stood in the hot water and spread her buttcheeks, letting the water stream over her hole. She'd pushed a fingertip into Christine's asshole the night before, and she wondered if people could take something bigger up the back-like a prick, if it wasn't too large. That might be how two men could ball her at once, if she couldn't get both their cocks into her snatch.
It was something to think about, anyway, she decided. Turning off the shower, she toweled her body until it glowed, then stood at the sink and brushed her teeth. That brought back more memories, such as the cunts that had rubbed against them, and the pricks that had slid thrillingly between them. Her mouth had actually been used more than her cunt, and by men and women a-like.
When she went back into the bedroom, her hair was brushed and she had scented her armpits with her husband's favorite perfume. He was sitting up in bed, and she said, "Stay put. I'll bring the coffee while you bathe."
Tousled but smiling, he made his way across the room as she left it, and Jessica thought that his early-morning attitude had certainly changed. Normally, Blake was a grouchy bear until after breakfast, when he turned into only a stodgy bear. Now he was a cuddly teddy bear, and she liked the change.
When they were sitting on the edge of the bed and drinking hot coffee, Jessica said to him, "About you wanting to screw me with another man. That wasn't it last night?"
"Not exactly," he said. "I mean, it was wonderful, changing around with the other guys, seeing them fuck you and watching you suck them off. But I wonder if, well ... if we couldn't get two pricks into your beautiful hot pussy at the same time. Now, if you think it would hurt you or something-"
She said, "Darling, the idea intrigues me, too. I want to feel all the excitement there is to feel, want to be turned on in every way possible. So I certainly want to try your idea, but I don't really know how to go about it. In the shower, I was thinking that you've never put it up my ass, and that perhaps we could screw that way-with you in my ass and Dink in my pussy."
He stared at her. "You'd do that for me-let me screw you in the ass?"
"Anywhere you like, Blake," she answered truthfully.
Finishing his coffee, he placed the cup on the bedside table and kissed her lightly. "That's great, baby, but your pussy draws me most, even since you've given me a blow job. Let's ask Dink and Christine about it after breakfast. Maybe they've already done it."
"All right," she agreed, and they went to the kitchen together where their house guests already were. But Jessica saved the questions until after they had built back their strength with sourdough pancakes and bacon and honey, with country butter and plenty of hot coffee.
Stacking plates in the washer and turning it on, she followed the others out onto the little backyard patio and sat down on a beach chair.
"Dink," she said then, "have you ever put your cock into a woman's cunt where there was already a cock buried?"
He smiled at her. "Once. It was a tight fit, and we guys couldn't move around much. The woman had to make all the action. Even then, it was a slow scene. Fun, but slow."
"How about sticking a woman in the ass?" she asked with a glance at her husband.
Christine answered that one. "We've done that, too. Among swingers it's called a sandwich. It can be real groovy, if everybody is careful. Dink and I were thinking of breaking you in that way-with the help of your husband, of course."
Jessica stretched in the warming sun; she was wearing a bikini, in deference to the neighbors. She'd seen to it that the others were in shorts or swimsuits. The clothing seemed superfluous now, binding and restrictive. She wondered if people in nudist groups got a lot of fucking, or if they were just sun worshipers.
She said, "Blake was wondering about the two in one thing. He's always wanted to snug his prick in next to another guy's and have both of them in my pussy. I'd like to try it myself."
"Okay," Dink said. "Right now?"
"Pretty soon," Jessica answered. "I'd like to get some sun, now, and let that heavy breakfast dissolve."
She turned over on the chair, hearing Blake's heavy breathing, knowing that he had been aroused just by her discussing his pet project with another man. And now it was going to come true, his dream.
The sun beat down upon her flesh, penetrating, and she heard the others getting up and going inside, taking cover from its rays. She was used to them, though, and luxuriated in the baking effect, in the warming of her bones.
Music came floating out of the house, and Jessica sat up, seeing that the drapes were drawn on the living-room windows. They'd have to be careful, she thought. Gossip would run like wildfire through their uptight town, searing everyone it touched.
Carrying her towel and bottle of suntan lotion, she walked into the house and through the kitchen, swinging the door shut behind her. The others had already shed their clothing, so she peeled out of her bikini, but made sure she had a robe hanging near the front door in case anyone came calling.
Jessica turned to them, and saw Christine coming down the hall from the bathroom, a jar in her hand. Christine said, "It's Vaseline. I raided your medicine chest for it. Better we use it on the men's pricks, first. Less chance of them hurting you."
Touching her friend's arm, Jessica said, "Christine, you're so good to me, letting me do all the new things. I'm grateful."
Christine swung close and pushed her tits into Jessica's, holding her around the waist and touching their cunts lightly together. "Darling, I'm happy to do it for you. I get kicks from helping and watching, and I'm sure I'll get to join the party sooner or later."
Kissing her, Jessica let her tongue slide between the soft lips, and their tongues lingered in memories of what they had done inside each other's cunts.
"Hey!" Dink laughed. "Don't get too wrapped up. That wasn't in the game plan for today."
Jessica let go, and Christine slid away, her trim hips undulating sexily, her high, firm tits bouncing. Before long, they'd have to spend a lot of time together, just the two of them, Jessica thought. Then she turned her attention to the matter at hand, taking on two men, squeezing them both into her narrow cunt.
The thought thrilled her, and she was determined to make it, even though she might get stretched out of shape doing it. She moved to the middle of the room and said, "How do we go about it?"
"We've seen it done several ways," Dink said, "but I-think the easiest is to make it with everyone lying on their sides. Here, I'll lie down first, and if Christine will come on over and grease my cock...."
"Of course, baby," his wife said, and kneeled beside him to slap the Vaseline liberally on his stiff prick.
Jessica watched the process, and saw how Christine applied the grease, running her slippery fingers over the cockhead and down the shaft, even spreading a little on his balls. She saw a woman getting her husband's prick ready to stick into another woman's cunt, and that idea was enough to turn on Jessica.
"Me, next?" she asked, and Dink nodded, so she lowered herself to the carpet with him. They caressed awhile, building the tension within them, and Jessica found herself sucking happily upon his tongue while he played with her tits.
When she took hold of his prick, it was all slippery, the heat of his meat melting the Vaseline and making his cock very greasy, excitingly so. Her cunt was beginning to throb, to itch for the thrusting of the pole she held, so Jessica lifted one leg over Dink's hip and moved her cunt closer.
Guiding the slippery head of his rigid prick into the damply ready lips of her pussy, she trembled and met the push that sent the buttery knob into her cunt. The veined shaft slipped in easily, gliding on its covering of lubricant and the oils that her excited cunt was beginning to pour out. In a second, Dink's good, solid cock was to the balls inside her snatch.
Jessica moved sensuously on it, enjoying the greasy feel of the big rod inside her hot cunt, the stimulation of a lover's cock where only days ago only her husband's tool had penetrated.
"Easy, baby," Dink breathed. "Don't get going too good just yet. Remember, your husband has to work his cock in here, too."
She paused then, her nipples pushing hard against Dink's hairy chest, her cunt enclosing his unmoving shaft. Turning her head, she saw Christine applying Vaseline to Blake's stiff cock, rubbing it all over the purplish head and massaging the trunk, making even the hairy nest of the balls slippery.
That pleased Jessica, watching a beautiful woman playing with her husband's prick, watching Blake revel in the sweet intimacy of the caressing fingers. It was nice, seeing Christine take such good care of the cock, knowing it was also for the sake of Jessica's cunt.
Christine said, "Blake, dear-slide up to your wife's sweet ass and try to slip the head of your prick along Dink's shaft. You may have to push pretty hard, and it's sort of an awkward position for you to be in, but you can manage."
"Yes," Blake breathed, and Jessica could hear the ragged eagerness threaded through his voice. Her husband was shaking, he was so turned on, and when he kneeled at her ass, he had a problem lining up the head of his prick.
But then he got it against Dink's rod, and Jessica lifted on her hands, twisting her head so that she could watch the entire operation. She saw the knob of her husband's swollen cock as it slid along the shaft of the other prick, and felt its first tentative nudging against her pussylips, right where the other rod went into her puffy gash.
Trembling some herself, Jessica dared not move, because any wiggle could make Blake's prick slip away. She held still and felt the shove of the blunt tip against her stretched cuntlips. Voice shaking, she said, "Blake, use your hand to hold it stiffer, and push. Push!"
He shoved harder, and she felt her cuntlips expanding, giving way to the pressure. Jessica was glad then that she had taken Joe Sims' huge prick the night before, that her slit had been widened by his thick dong.
Blake balanced himself with one hand on the upper cheek of her ass, still holding to his cockshaft with the other, working steadily at forcing his prick into her filled cunt.
"I'm making it," Blake grunted. "Oh man, it's going in!"
Slowly, almost painfully, the spongy head of his cock was entering her cunt, and she thought of how it must feel to her husband, his cockhead sliding greasily across the other man's cockhead, both of them reaching far up into the hot, wet grasping of her cunt. Blake was at last inside her snatch, his balls right up against Dink's nuts, their shafts side by side, the knobs throbbing together.
She was packed so full of cock that she was at first afraid to move, but she tried a little wiggle, just a small one, and nothing ripped. "Oh," she said, "how wonderful it feels! Together, you're bigger than Joe Sims' prick, thicker around. Oh ... ahhh ... you're filling me with the meat I love best-my dear husband's cock, my best lover's cock-and it's terrific!"
Blake made an involuntary half-stroke, and she said, "No! Don't do that, darling. Let me wiggle on both your pricks. It's the only way. Just hold it in me."
She ground lightly on the paired cocks that filled her cunt to its utmost capacity, and the slightest move forced her clit against the two pricks, sending hot quiverings of carnal pleasure all through her body. It was good, wonderful, marvelous, and she wiggled gently, rocked tenderly from side to side, feeling the pricks rub each other, feeling them caress the walls of her cunt and press against the hidden tube of her asshole.
Slowly, she rode them, and she could sense their struggle to remain quietly within the silken confines of her box while the sensation got more and more erotic for them. Their cocks were brothers, standing together and sharing a common pussy, feeling the identical twistings and fondlings, and their sensations were doubled because they were also being rubbed wetly against each other.
"Oh, Jessica!" Blake was gasping above her, his fingers digging into her raised hip. "Oh, darling, how hot and crazy! Dink's prick is slipping up and down my prick every time you squirm. It's the greastest thing that ever happened to me! Ahh! Oh, baby! Ahh!"
And as she continued to move slowly, hotly on their pricks, Dink Manners moaned. "B-Baby, I can't last much longer. I'm going to come, to come!"
She gave another series of slow grinds, and felt the fountain of jism that erupted from the head of Dink's prick. Gushing high and powerfully, it boiled up into her cunt, and Jessica knew the jerking of his cock, then the convulsive movements of the other shaft, her husband's prick.
"Ahhh!" Blake cried out. "Oh, his come ... Oh man, your come is all over my prick! Slippery and boiling, all inside my wife's pussy, in her cunt and on my prick ... Ahh! I'm coming, too!"
Shuddering, her filled hole grasping the twin cocks inside it, Jessica felt another onrush of jism, another burst of thick cock juice as her husband shot off into her liquidy cunt. The come of the two men blended, and their embedded pricks pulsed madly.
Jessica clenched and unclenched, unable to clamp her cunt muscles because of the extra cock jammed in her snatch, but knowing the answering thrust of her clit, the saturation of the two poles locked within her flesh. As her husband leaned forward, folding over on her hips in a state of semi-collapse, she felt the urgent release of her own hot passions.
The orgasm was a huge one, ripping and tearing at all the nerve ends of her cunt. Her asshole drew itself into a knot, and her belly contorted in rippling waves. She came and came, and the slippery wiggling of the pair of pricks in her cunt made her think she was never going to stop riding the climax.
But at last she did, and the backwash turned her weak. She quaked inside her cunt where the cocks lay soaking hotly in their own slippery juices. Gasping, her fingers biting into Dink's back, she felt the contractions of her cunt.
"Take your prick out of her," Christine said. "Come on, Blake! Slide it on out of her stretched little pussy, and be careful. Yes, that's right."
Greasy and foamed, her husband's prong inched out of her packed slit, easing its way along the length of his friend's stiff rod. Dink Manners made a stroke or two as her release cunt closed more tightly around his cock, but he also moved out of her hole, drawing a stream of jelly-like jism after his cockhead. Her thighs were soaked in the gooey stuff, and some of it had crawled up her belly; more was gathering in her asshole.
She'd done it. Jessica had taken on two men in the valley of her cunt, and fucked them all the way.
ELEVEN
FOR PERHAPS AN HOUR, SHE AND Christine had played sixty-nine, going down on each other in that closest of acts. It had been a moving and gentle lovemaking, and neither of them had been in a hurry, for although Christine had been forced to stand by and only watch the dual fucking of Jessica by the men, she had taken the edge off her passions by fingering herself to an orgasm.
So when they left the men watching a ball game on TV, they moved into the bedroom and kissed each other all over, beginning at the lips and moving down to the toes, then back up the other side, taking turns.
Slowly and deliberately, they went into position to muff-dive, and played around the edges of the pussylips for a long, teasing .time before getting down to the serious business of eating cunt. Even then, they held their activities to a minimum, thrusting gently into each other's slits, lapping lazily and enjoying all the play before centering attention upon the more-than-ready clits.
When they nibbled and sucked themselves into coming, the final bursts of intense passion spread a hot release throughout their cunts, and they fell into a dreamless sleep. Their faces were still buried into the wet hairiness of snatches, and their arms were still wrapped lightly aroUnd asses.
".Of course it's far better being a woman," Christine agreed later, when they were in the bathroom and getting themselves ready for the club party that night. "Being women, we can come over and over again while the poor men have to rest up between times."
Jessica considered that, smiling as she brushed her long, platinum-blonde hair. "But then, wouldn't it be fun to come the way a man does? I mean, shooting out all that gorgeous jism. That must be a fabulous sensation, pumping the juice all the way up from their balls and out through the head of their cocks. I think that men have a bigger, deeper orgasm because of it."
Christine pulled on a pair of slacks over her freshly scented body and her powdered cunt. "It's silly to wear panties to a party, although some' guys like to handle them before the heavy fucking starts. Men hit a bigger climax? I don't know, darling. I've heard my husband say that some ass is better than others, and that a man's psychological attitude has a lot to do with how good he makes it when he comes."
"Like Blake," Jessica said, looking around for her own pantsuit. "He gets much more excited when he sees someone else fucking me, and today when they both got their pricks into my hole, I thought he was going to pump his backbone right on out through the head of his cock, he was coming so hard and so long."
Shrugging into the light jacket, Christine knotted a multicolored silk scarf around her olive throat and cupped her tits with both hands, looking at them in the mirror. "It's the same with me. I get caught up in my sexual fantasies, and when they turn real, I go just a little bit crazy with them, riding them out until I get all the goodies from them."
"I won't knock that," Jessica said. "I'm just discovering what it's like to be really free sexually."
Patting her ass, Christine said, "You look utterly delicious, baby. Let's go out and get the room ready for the orgy. Lots of booze and plenty of pillows scattered around on the floor. It's a good thing we made the guys save themselves, because I have a hunch that tonight is going to be a real swinger."
"Yes," Jessica said, kissing her lover on the cheek. "I get all excited just thinking about meeting two new men ... and women. Strange men with different pricks, and they'll be sticking them into me just a little while after we meet. That's what turns me on more than anything else about swapping, I think-being fucked by a stranger. And now, new women to fascinate.
Wow!"
Laughing, Christine said, "Take it easy, darling. You'll be coming in your pantsuit before they even get here. It's only a small club. There'll just be ten of us, all told."
"That many naked people," Jessica breathed in awe. "All the men with hard cocks. All the women with wet cunts."
"Come on," Christine chuckled, and tugged her by the hand.
They straightened out the living room, moving furniture back against the walls and spreading around Jessica's entire stock of pillows. They mixed two pitchers of martinis and left them sweating icily atop the little portable bar, then hurried into the kitchen to check out the sandwiches.
It was almost eight o'clock when they were done, and the men were adjusting the stereo for background music, not too loud to interfere with conversation, but up enough to make everyone feel the primitive rhythms.
When the door buzzer sounded, Jessica jumped and grabbed for Christine's hand. "What ... what do I do now?"
"Open the door," Christine said with a laugh. "Pretend it's just like any other party, and you're welcoming guests. Trot on over there and let them in. Play the gracious hostess."
At the door, Jessica said with a coolness she didn't feel, "Hello, Joe-Adelle, you look wonderful. And this is?"
They came inside, and the door cut them off from the prying world outside. Joe Sims said, "Let me introduce Mike and Lorena-Mr. and Mrs.
Johnson."
Jessica greeted them with a sense of wonder, for the Johnsons were only in their late teens, kids, really.
"Married for two years," Joe smiled, seeing her bewilderment, "and club members for six months. They're beautiful kids, and they know what they want."
"S-Sure," Jessica said, "just go on into the living room and-"
There was no need for Joe to introduce the next couple. The sight of their familiar faces hit Jessica like a bucket of ice water, freezing all her emotions solidly. She could only stand and stare at them.
Mr. and Mrs. Farrell Wallace, whom she'd never dared to call Farrell and Natalie, although she'd met them at half a dozen parties. They were social leaders, and he was one of the most powerful businessmen in town. He was also a handsome man with silvering hair, tall and regal.
"Jessica," he said warmly, stepping forward and taking her cold hand. "This is a most pleasant surprise. Joe didn't tell us who you were, simply that the club was expanding again, with some new and reliable members. I'm delighted."
His wife moved to Jessica's side and kissed her cheek. "I am, too, my dear. How often I've wished that you and Blake were ... well, not nearly as stuffy as you seemed."
That broke the ice for Jessica, and she laughed. "Stodgy was the description I used before being introduced to the free life. Come on in, you two. I couldn't be happier."
Blake was stunned at the entrance of the Wallaces, and rose stiffly to greet them, shaking hands and going red. Christine saved him from making a fool of himself by serving drinks, and Jessica gladly whipped over behind the bar to make more.
It was like an ordinary gathering, she thought, catching bits of conversation, hearing the light and easy laughter and watching the well-dressed women. The muted music throbbed around them, and she eyed the new people with quick glances, trying to size them up.
The Wallaces were a handsome couple, bright and witty. No doubt they had become bored with their sex life, and how somehow found their way into the exclusive and necessarily secret swap club. Jessica felt a tingle of anticipation as she looked at tall, suave Farrell Wallace. She wondered how he fucked, and flushed guiltily at the idea.
Looking over at the Johnsons, she was again struck by their extreme youth, but she also noticed their casualness, their easy way of fitting in. They were both slim kids, the boy with black hair and eyes to match, his young wife with light-brown hair cropped in a shag and eyes of darkest blue. They laughed a lot, and as she watched, they stood up to dance, moving in the sensuous steps of the times. She wondered how it would be, fucking a boy who was about ten years younger than herself.
They ate appetizers and commented on the martinis; they danced almost sedately to the music, and Jessica began to wonder when they would get around to making it, to partying. She saw the frown on her husband's face and went over to pull him into a slow dance, fitting her body to his.
"Wow," he said into her ear, "the Wallaces! Man, who would ever figure them to be swingers?
And next week I've got this deal on with Wallace Construction, and-oh, man, I don't know what the hell to do."
"Enjoy yourself," she said, wheeling him around and rubbing her belly against his. "Don't tell me you never thought about putting the prick to Natalie Wallace. She's an older woman, but highly attractive."
"Sure I have," he admitted, "but it was something like dreaming of fucking the Queen of England. I never thought it could happen. Maybe I won't even be able to get a hard-on with her."
"You're doing okay now," she commented. "Just keep it up."
Joe Sims was dancing with the Johnson girl, and as Jessica watched, he unzipped her dress in back. Lorena Johnson rolled her shoulders and the front of the dress dropped to her waist. She continued to dance with Joe, but now with her small young tits gleaming, their deep-pink nipples erect.
That was how it started, by a kind of casual undressing, the men working on the women. When Jessica went to the bar, she found herself blocked by Farrell Wallace, and looked up into his hawk-like face, a little overpowered by his nearness.
"May I?" he said, and took the martini pitcher from her to put it on the bar top. "Nobody needs any liquor just now, Jessica. Shall I take off that suit coat? I've always been interested in your lovely breasts."
She stood docilely, and he unbuttoned the coat, then drew it off her upper body. The blouse came away effortlessly, and Farrell placed the articles of clothing carefully on a chair back. She remained standing while he unhooked the pants and pulled them down her long legs as she lifted them one by one.
"No panties," he said. "Fine-and such beautiful cunt hair. A rare color for a rare woman."
"Now I'll undress you," she said, surprising herself but too aroused to wonder about her sudden boldness. He was wearing a stylish jumpsuit, a black satiny thing with a touch of red crest work at the chest. She zipped it down and thrust in a hand to feel his cock. It was hard and long and hot.
As she helped him out of the jumpsuit, Jessica took a quick glance around the room, cataloging the people who were pairing off for the first fuck of the night. She saw that Joe Sims had passed the girl Lorena on, and that Dink Manners had moved quickly to accept her, the girl looking sleek and lean in her nudity, soft, brown hair shaggy at her crotch.
And where had Joe gone? Back to Christine, now with his gigantic prick thrust out before him like a shiny flagpole. He was standing over her like some slightly obscene Roman god, and she smiled up at him, the willing handmaiden.
Farrell Wallace stood naked before her, and Jessica held onto his long prick as she led hirn to some pillows stacked beside the walls. She saw the boyish Mike kneeling beside the tiny figure of Adelle Sims, looking more girlish than Mike's own wife.
Farrell said, "Your husband seems a bit stunned by my wife, but they're pairing off by mutual consent."
"Blake is a little afraid of your wife," Jessica said, "just as I am of you."
"Don't be afraid, my dear. Be yourself. That's what the club is for-so we can do all the things we want to. Do them to me, Jessica. There are times when I like to be a woman's slave."
Jessica felt a surge of power, a new and heady sensation of strength. Here was the powerful Farrell Wallace, turned weak and kneeling at her feet, practically begging to be mastered.
She reached down and dug her fingers into his thick, graying hair. "Kiss my belly," she commanded.
He did so gently, moving his lips all over her tummy, but avoiding her sultry cunt mound until she gave him another order: "Now kiss my pussy, Farrell. Don't lick it-just kiss it all over. Put your hands on my hips."
Sighing, the man obeyed her every whim, and she pushed his face deeper into her furry snatch, standing with her legs spread wide and knowing the wild thumping of a pulse in her throat. Still, he didn't lick until she gave him the word to be a puppy dog.
Then his tongue probed her cuntlips, and she knew a hot shock from it, a shivering delight that was caused in part from her being in complete control of the action. Obediently, Farrell licked her cunt, and she almost choked him by shoving his mouth hard and deep into her steaming crotch.
Her eyes fell on her husband, there on the floor with Mrs. Wallace sucking his cock. The woman was ripely molded, with big, soft tits and a nicely shaped ass; her thighs were comfortable and her belly nearly flat. The hair on her cunt was a brown-black mixture, and Blake was feeling into it with one hand.
"That's enough," Jessica said sharply to her new lover. "Now lie down on your back, and I'll climb on top of you. I want to feel that long prick reaching up into my pussy."
"Yes," he said, and followed her orders immediately, stretching out on the carpet with his thin cock standing tall. The hair' around his balls was turning gray, too. But his cock was very hard, the purplish head of it pulsating heatedly.
Kneeling with one leg on each side of his long body, Jessica poised above his prick, holding the rigid staff in one hand for a while before setting it against the steamy entrance to her cunt.
Over on the couch, she saw Dink Manners putting the meat to young Lorena Johnson; the girl was on hands and knees, and Dink was pouring it to her dog-fashion. She was taking his prick with little wobbling arcs of her slim ass.
"Such beautiful, beautiful cunt hair," Farrell said up to her. "The pink lips stand out, swollen with lust. You're going to be a singular piece of ass, Jessica."
"Shut up," she said roughly, still playing the dominant role. "I'll tell you when to talk."
She placed the bulb of his cock into the silvery hairs he liked so well, holding it against the heat of her dewy cuntlips until he must have been in pain. Then Jessica set it into her cunt and lowered her crotch upon his shaft, sliding down the full length of it until she was squatting on his pelvis, feeling the hairy sac of his balls.
"Nice and long," she murmured to him. "Your prick is hard and long, and I can feel it touching my womb. All the way up me, Farrell."
Lifting her ass, she lowered her upper body and caught his head in both hands, forcing his face into her tits. "Suck them!"
Hot and hungry, his lips surrounded a nipple, and his hand kneaded her mound as a feeding child might, sucking lustily upon it, rimming the nipple lightly with his teeth.
She wiggled her pussy on his cockshaft, sliding her sheath up and down the length of it, grinding so that the heavy root rubbed gratifyingly over her stiffened clitoris. It was a wonderful feeling, riding this man's prick, sitting astride him and making him do everything she wanted. The whole town trembled at his name, and here she was, fucking the great man for all she was worth.
"Talk to me now, Farrell. Say whatever you want-and look, look! My husband is pumping his cock into your wife's pussy. Only a minute ago, she was sucking him, but now he's really screwing her."
"Fine, fine," he panted, his hands on her waist now, lifting his pelvis up to meet her smashing drives, reaching his hard rod up into her cunt with every strong thrust. "My ... my wife loves to fuck, and if Blake is giving her all the cock she needs, that's just fine."
Mike and Adelle, she thought, and looked for them, finding the boy and the little woman squirming with each other, Mike's young prick pumping furiously into her red-haired pussy, first one of them on top, and then the other, as they rolled and balled.
Then Jessica was too busy with her own fucking to check out anyone else. Bucking madly up and down on Farrell's dong, she gasped out that she was coming, and hit one of the most overwhelming orgasms of her life. It was nice to realize, as she rocked weakly upon his dick, that Farrell Wallace was coming, too. His cock juice squirted up into her flexing cunt, wetting down the cunt walls with hot and milky juices, letting his come go without restraint. She loved it.
TWELVE
"NORMALLY," JOE SIMS SAID, HIS GREAT prick drooping at half-mast after his recent exertions with a satisfied-looking Christine Manners, "normally, we initiate new members. But since there are almost as many new members here tonight as there are old ones, I think we'll just pass that."
Lorerta Johnson said, "But we will play games?"
He smiled at her, not quite paternally, Jessica thought. "Anything you like, my dear."
"How about horsy?" Lorena looked so innocent and unused that if Jessica hadn't watched her being screwed by Dink only a few minutes ago, she would have thought her virginal. And if the girl wasn't sitting naked on the couch.
"With you cracking the whip?"
"Oh, Joe," she dimpled. "Not a real whip, and you know that. But I do like to call time."
He shrugged and turned to Jessica. "It's another of those timed games. All the men lie on their backs in a big circle on the floor, with their pricks sticking up. The women pick a male and kneel over him. They get to fuck until Lorena here calls time, then the girls have to move forward to the next male, and so on around the circle."
Christine said, "I've played that game. When a man comes, he can still hang in there as long as his prick stays hard, but once it goes soft, he has to roll out of the circle."
"Sounds like fun," Blake said, and Jessica grinned ruefully. She had just finished screwing Farrell that way, in that very same position, and now they both had to repeat it. But they'd be swinging with five different women, one after another, and riding five different cocks.
Jessica shivered, glancing around at all the pricks, and seeing only one of them that she hadn't as yet sampled. It was Mike Johnson's, and the boy had a thick, stubby cock, its shaft set in a thick nest of black curls. Soon she'd know how it felt, but she halfway wished that she could fuck him alone. Later, she thought, maybe she could get with the boy and his wife.
Now she followed the other women, and after the guys had lined themselves up head to feet in a loose circle, she stepped over the nearest man and stood waiting for the signal to lower herself to her knees over his erect prong. She looked down and saw that she was over the boy, that she had chosen the right beginning.
"That's a gorgeous pussy, Mrs. Talbot," he said, and she quivered inwardly at his voice, at the caressing touch of his hands upon her ankles.
"Everybody sit down," Lorena called out. "All us girls ride a prick, and remember-just until I say time."
Down Jessica went, and Mike guided his own cockhead into her cunt, hesitating with it for just a second before giving a hunch of his pelvis that shoved it home into her wet snatch. The thickness of its shaft made her clit leap in answer, and she squirmed happily on the boy's tool, thinking that not even Joe Sims was this hard.
"Time!" the boy's wife yelled out, and Jessica could have cheerfully strangled her. She had just been getting hot on Mike's lovely stiff jock, and now she had to climb off it. But she did so, following the rules of the game.
The next man was her own husband, and as she brought the hotly clenching glove of her cunt down over his familiar prick, Blake said, "Hello, darling."
"Hi, baby," she said, and screwed him as joyously as if he had been some horny stranger with a rock-hard, outsized prick. It was thrilling for her to watch the ass of the woman ahead of her in the circle, seeing it pump eagerly up and down on the next cock that Jessica was going to take on.
She saw that it was Mrs. Wallace, and realized it would take time to get used to calling the imperious woman Natalie. But Natalie used her cunt deftly, jamming it neatly on Dink's cock.
"Time!" yelled Lorena Johnson, and Jessica looked to see if the kid was following her own orders. Lorena was, rising from the wetly gleaming rod of Joe Sims, and letting go of that huge meat must have taken a lot of courage, Jessica thought.
Dink's cock welcomed her by an upward leap of the greasy head, and Jessica settled herself on the big prick to give her old school chum a good fucking. She rocked back and forth, and made little whipsawing movements to the side, and when time was called again, she knew that she had just about brought him to the moment of truth. The next woman would surely make him shoot off.
Looking back, Jessica saw that the woman following her in the sexy game of leap cock was Adelle Sims. Fairy-like and modeled to perfection on a small scale, the woman was leaving Blake, whose hands trailed lovingly down her legs. She'd be just right for making Dink blast off; he couldn't hold back once that tight and shallow twat closed over his cock.
Feeling hot thrills scrape softly through her box with every kissing of her thighs, she knew that she, too, wasn't far from an orgasm. And there lay Joe Sims, his shaft rising wet and swollen in a huge pole. It was long and thick, with throbbing veins twisting around the heavy trunk, waiting there in its base of hairy balls.
"Hello, Joe," she said, mounting him carefully, setting the bulging knob of his cock gently against the moist and slippery lips of her cunt. As she began to settle with caution upon the massive rod, she murmured, "I'm glad I took this big prick last night, because it kind of opened up my cunt for the fucking I had this morning-when I took two cocks in my pussy, side by side."
He lifted his pelvis and sank his shaft home, sliding it all the way up to the balls in her silken cup. "That's a pleasure that I'll have to forego, but it must be quite a thrill. Ahh, Jessica, I feel your sweet cunt jumping. You're going to come, darling. Go ahead-go ahead and come!"
She shuddered and a wild rippling of ecstasy raced through her pussy, packed as it was by the bigness of his meat. Digging her nails into his chest, she wiggled on his cock and rode the sunbursts of rapture that spun out from the throbbing intenseness of her clit.
She was melting around him as Joe continued to stroke his prick into her snatch, but just then Lorena Johnson called: "Time!" Jessica climbed up, letting the huge cock slip wetly out of her clasp. Joe hadn't come yet, or there would have been a flood of jism when he pulled out.
Glancing behind her, she saw little Adelle getting off Dink's prick, and she'd been right; Dink Manners had pumped his hot load into the tightly clenching cunt. The cockhead was dripping with his creamy discharge. Adelle would bring what she held in her narrow snatch to her husband when she in turn mounted Joe's gigantic dong.
Adelle could control the fucking that way, Jessica saw. By climbing on top of the massive prick that would barely fit into her girlishly small pussy, Adelle could keep him from touching bottom and hurting her.
Joe wouldn't make it past his own wife, Jessica figured. Not by forcing his excited prick into such a tight, hot hole. In fact, Adelle Sims would probably wipe out every man who had been screwing several other cunts. The question would be, how many of them could retain a hard-on and keep fucking.
Dink had already popped his nuts, and maybe someone else that she hadn't seen. But the circle remained unbroken, so the cocks were still hard. Jessica moved on, coming to the end man, to Farrell Wallace, the first man she had fucked that night.
"Ah," he said, reaching his hands up her thighs as she kneeled astride his body, "the lovely lady with the silver pussy returns. Welcome home, Jessica."
She took him into her cunt, letting his long prick slide gently up into the inflamed sheath until the head of it prodded her cervix. He was balls deep into her then, and she rocked on his cock, moving it around inside her hot hole with little circling motions, having the knob touch all sides of her cunt and also tickle her clit.
"You're an accomplished fucker," Farrell said, sliding his hands around to the cheeks of her ass. Tenderly, he played his fingertips into the far end of her cunt, where some of her juice was leaking.
Jessica had no idea what he was going to do, until he did it; then she understood why he had been wetting his fingers. It had been to lubricate the one he began working into her asshole. Quivering, she stilled her up and down motion until he pushed the first joint of his finger into her brownie, and the feeling was an entirely new one to her, a stimulation that seemed to reawaken her clitoris and make it vibrate.
Gently, Farrell worked his finger in still deeper, and she felt the lower knuckle come up against the small ring; he had it stuck in her asshole as far as his finger would reach. She wished it were his prick, that she was getting reamed out by a full-sized pecker. But his cock was in her cunt, and that was wonderful. She dared to move, then, wiggling upon both prick and finger, feeling them both tickle and thrill her.
"I ... I never had anything up my ass before," she panted, trembling with the delightful new sensations she was experiencing. "It feels so ... so good, and as if I'm getting even more."
Farrell pumped his finger back and forth in her bunghole, fed his prick up and down into her cunt, his balls meeting his hand with every thrust. "Later, my dear ... some time when we can be alone ... I'll fuck your ass. My wife likes to go down on a woman I'm doing that to-ahh, sweet woman! Ahh, Jessica! Oh yes, baby, I'm about to let it go in you-AHH!"
His come flooded her quaking cunt, a great glob of the precious liquid firing from the distended head of his prick. It hosed up onto the cup of her womb, slid greasily down the walls of her cunt and burned hotly, wetly around her clit and the root of his cock.
Moving on that buried rod, squirming in the hot, slippery juice that drenched her cunt, Jessica also rode the finger shoved into her asshole, and when Farrell moved it some more, she clamped her thighs violently upon his hips and hunched madly against his pelvis.
Her orgasm was another huge one, a thundering, skyrocketing explosion that made her reel. Her asshole tightened on his finger, and her cunt squeezed his prick spasmodically. She came with twin centers of emotion-her clit and her asshole, and the rapture from one overflowed and interlocked with the other, until it was one big, quivering hotness.
"Time!" Lorena yelled out, and Jessica said with feeling, "Oh, shit!" But she drew her asshole off the finger, and her dripping cunt off the still-hard cock, and when she tried to stand, she felt too wobbly, so she simply crawled over to the next man in the magic circle. She felt a little warm river of come as it oozed like hot molasses down the inside of one thigh.
Mike Johnson smiled at her and gave her a rest by taking one tit into his mouth, to suck on it awhile as she got herself together. When she straddled him, she had been completely around the wheel of fortune, she thought. Five men had shoved their pricks up into her receptive twat; she had ridden five cocks in a row and had been brought to orgasm on two of them.
The boy's amazingly hard shaft slid up into her sperm-filled snatch, and he reached up to cup her tits. "I've already come once," he said. "I pumped a load into Christine a while ago. She really loves to fuck, doesn't she?"
"Don't we all?" Jessica answered, and looked across the circle to see Joe Sims rolling out. She caught a glimpse of his limp cock, and saw that even soft it still looked threatening. Joe was out of action for a while, until his mammoth shaft swelled again to its huge proportions. The circle was smaller, and she thought that she'd be just as glad to see it wiped out.
Still, the boy's fucking was enlivening, stirring into her tired cunt to perk her up, and before long, she was screwing him back, riding his rock-hard prick and enjoying herself.
How many times? she wondered. How long and how often could a passionate woman screw, without getting too tired, or without turning sore? Again, she was glad she was a woman, because after time had been called again and she climbed back on her own husband's cock, Blake came almost immediately.
This time, his prick drooped, even-though he tried to keep right on pounding it up into her snatch. Softening and shrinking, Blake's rod turned into a limp worm, and as it slipped from the grip of her cuntlips, he said, "Sorry, darling."
"It's okay," she answered. "At least I got to feel your jism this time. Move over, sweetheart, and I'll see you later."
Farrell Wallace and Mike Johnson were left, the oldest and the youngest. Mike's wife was working on Farrell, and Christine was bucking on Mike's young prick, trying to wring it dry before Lorena could call time once more.
She failed to make him come, and when Lorena crawled on her own husband, it was if the pair of them had never fucked before. Adelle Sims was first at Farrell, and behind her waited Natalie Wallace, eager for a shot at her own husband, too.
Lorena and Mike screwed hotly, pounding their crotches and Jessica heard the slap of the boy's balls as he hammered his cock deep into his wife's surging cunt. He came then, clawing at the cheeks of her bouncing ass and gasping for air. Lorena seemed to make it with him in a mutual orgasm, for she dropped forward on him, sighing and going quiet.
The tight and narrow cunt of Adelle Sims trapped another man into shooting off. Jessica watched the pixie woman grind and hump on Farrell's prick, saw her reach back and clasp his balls in her fingers, massaging them delicately as the man tried to keep from coming.
But the slick and jizz-coated walls of her tiny cunt were too much for him, and he groaned as he clutched her waist with both hands and drove his cock home with a spasmed fury. Bending his knees, Farrell slammed upward and lifted the small woman so that only her feet were touching the carpet. She dropped back when he sagged, and without missing a beat, Adelle continued to work her constricted cunt on his rod.
Farrell came, and his entire body went limp in the aftermath of his climax, his hands dropping from the trim waist, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Even flattened out that way, he was still a fine-looking, handsome man, Jessica thought.
Adelle made a small, piping sound, and her tiny body shook from head to foot. Jessica could even see the nipples on the girlish tits bounce. Adelle had ended the battle of the circle by coming herself, wrapping all the fucking up in a neat package.
Jessica was glad the bout was over. It had been an interesting but strenuous affair, and no doubt it was even more wearing on the men. Each of them had come at least twice, and now they all needed some rest, and some refreshment.
She remembered that she was the hostess, and went into the kitchen to get the sandwiches. Wondering what would be next, what group-sex game they would play, she knew she'd be ready.
THIRTEEN
BLAKE CAME TO HER AFTER THE sandwich trays had been passed around, bringing her a cold and needed martini. Jessica drank it quickly, thinking that her husband was much more attentive now-than he had been before they started swinging. He was devoted to her, doing all the little things he had done before they were married.
"Thanks," she said. "Are you really having fun, Blake? I mean, you're not jealous or shaken up any by seeing me screw all these men?"
He stroked her arm. "No, darling. Every time I see you getting your kicks on a different prick, I get turned on that much more myself. I enjoy watching a man fuck you, baby. I like to get back into your lovely pussy after some guy has left a big load of hot jizz inside, making it all slippery for my cock. And I sure as hell don't mind when you suck another prick. I just wonder what kept us from doing all these things a long time ago."
"We kept ourselves from it," Jessica answered, holding out her glass for a refill. Blake took it and went back to the bar, and she looked around her living room.
So much beautiful, naked flesh; the women were all lovely, some of them sparkling and bouncy, some regal and aristocratic. The men were of a wide variety, as different as the color of their hair. But men and women a-like were interested in sex, beyond anything else.
Blake was back with her drink, and she accepted it. She asked curiously, "Did you find any of the other cunts better than mine?"
He sat down on the couch beside her. "Not any better, Jessica-only different. The women all react in different ways, and move their asses in strange ways. I don't think I can ever become bored with all this variety of cunt. You know, people would figure Mrs. Wallace to be sloppy or maybe dried out since she's older than the rest of you women. But that's not so. Her pussy is rich and velvety, and because she's a little plump, that makes her way of fucking all the better."
"Like screwing the Queen of England?" she reminded him.
Shaking his head, Blake said, "When she's got her clothes off, she's not an empress, but a naked woman who wants to fuck. Oh, she still has that special walk, and the way she holds her head high. But that makes her more interesting."
Jessica said, "And little Adelle. Does she still remind you of a schoolgirl that you want to screw like a dirty old man?"
He grinned and sipped his own drink. "I'd still like to get into some very young cunt, maybe even without hair on it, but until I can, Adelle will do very well. Not as a substitute, mind you, but as a magnificent fuck herself."
Nodding, Jessica said, "I think I understand, or I'm beginning to. The individual is most important now, and what the individual wants-so long as it's not painful!"
"And we're getting all our individual wants served by being with, and a part of, the group." Blake sounded excited.
Somebody loomed over them, and they looked up to see Farrell Wallace. "Very good," he said. "It takes most new couples a long time to learn that basic truth. But if you'll excuse me, Blake-I promised your lovely wife that I'd fuck her in the ass."
Blake said, "Be my guest. It's something I haven't done to her yet myself."
"Oh, you will, you will," Farrell said, then to Jessica, "Are you in the mood, my dear?"
She drained her glass. "I will be in a minute. But didn't you say something about your wife joining us?"
"In any relatively quiet corner," he said. "You don't mind? It's not only that you're new to the group, my dear. Both Natalie and myself have often wondered if you're as sensual as you appeared to us, when we met at the-straight parties. Now that we know you are, both of us would love to know you better."
"Of course," she said, and as they went together to Natalie, she asked, "Darling, would you rather I showered first, or took a douche?"
"Not at all," Natalie answered. "Just as you are will be fine. Farrell might need some sort of lubrication, though."
"I'll go get it," Jessica said, and strode down the hall into the bedroom where Christine had left the Vaseline, about a hundred years ago when two men needed their pricks greased to get them into Jessica's stretched cunt.
Damn, she thought, that last bit of dialogue could have been out of a drawing-room drama in London. But we weren't discussing world events. We were talking about me getting fucked in the ass and being eaten out at the same time. She couldn't really picture how they were going to do it, but she thought it might be something like some of the multiple sex acts she had already been through.
Jar of Vaseline clutched in one hand, she strolled back into the living room, feeling the points of her tits rising once more, knowing again the soft brushing of one thigh against the other and the dampening of her cunt as it prepared itself. But there was no way her asshole could get ready. The grease was the answer to that problem.
Would a prick in her bunghole hurt her? she wondered. Would it expand her hole much more than the finger that had worked in her ass before? About twice as much stretch, she figured, since Farrell's cock was about that much larger than his finger. She decided she should be about to take that without discomfort. She was starting to learn that her tissues were very elastic, that some of them could stretch and stretch.
So long as they came back to their normal size, she thought, and walked up to the waiting Wallaces to offer him the jar of grease. In turn, he gave it to his wife. "Natalie, if you would, please?"
She kneeled before him, her heavy tits swinging, looking soft as pillows, their nipples dark and ripe. Natalie dipped her fingers into the jar, then lifted them to work them over her husband's stiff cock.
Jessica watched the cockhead glisten with Vaseline, saw the glob that Natalie left on the blunt end. Then the woman said, "Your turn, darling. Just bend over a little, so I can get my finger into your adorable asshole. Ah, there. That should do it nicely. We wouldn't want to hurt you."
Jessica swallowed, glad now for the additional energy the drinks had given her. Around her, she was conscious of the swirling of people as the other swingers moved around, as they split into special little groups to fuck or to suck, or both. But she was alone with the Wallace couple, only the three of them truly in the world.
"H-How will we do it?" she said. "If he's going to fuck me, and if you want to go down on me...."
Natalie smiled. "Just lean over and spread your legs, my dear. Brace your elbows there on the back of the chair, if you will. I can slide around here and reach my mouth up to your beautiful pussy ... Ahh, yes. That's the pose. Any time you're ready, Farrell."
Bent over, balanced and trembling, Jessica waited for Farrell to approach her. He did it slowly, fondling the uptilted cheeks of her ass, reaching around to stroke her steamy cunt mound and to play awhile with her tits. Slippery and funny-feeling, the greased head of his prick reached between her buttcheeks and touched against the tightly constricted ring of her hairy asshole.
"A cherry ass," he said thr'oatily. "The only thing this hole ever had. in it before was my finger. Now I'm shoving my hard prick in there."
It moved against her asshole, pushing into the contracted, rubbery ring, and Jessica forced her muscles to relax, tried pushing back against the pressure instead of resisting it. The point of his cock-gratefully slim-worked inside just a little.
"Lovely," Natalie Wallace murmured. "It's going inside. Just a little more pushing, my dear, but carefully, now."
An inch more, and the spongy flares gave while the core of the cockhead remained solid, and Jessica's bunghole stretched to admit the intruder. The prickhead suddenly glided in, and the shaft followed naturally after, slickened-by the grease, and now by the inner oils of her ass. It filled her narrow hole, packed her firmly, and when his balls came to rest against the far end of her cunt, she realized that he was fully home, buried to the hilt.
Her cunt pulsated, reacting to the downward pressure of his cock, and Jessica flinched when she felt a warm breath stirring in her cunt hairs. She trembled when Natalie's hand slid smoothly over her pussylips and back to fondle the hanging balls of her husband. Very carefully, Farrell began to back out, pulling the immersed head of his long prick back until the ring of her ass was holding it in, and no more.
Then he moved it forward again, sliding it deeper and deeper until she swore she could feel it in her bowels. Slowly, he repeated the movement, bringing his cock almost out of her shitter, then burrowing it home once more.
Jessica began to dig it, to pick up the rhythm of his fucking, and rolled her ass cautiously. The resultant fever in her cunt made her clench her fists on the back of the chair.
That was the moment Natalie Wallace picked to begin her loving tonguings. Stroking Jessica's hips, caressing the silken insides of her spread thighs, Natalie reached up to kiss the belly, to lick the navel with her tongue.
It was enough to freak her out, but Jessica hung on, shaking all over, turned to hot jelly inside by the prick that was moving steadily, thrillingly, in her asshole. The flames leaped higher when Natalie pushed her face into Jessica's puffy slit, the quick tongue darting up into the cuntlips.
Her pussylips seemed to move automatically, to squirm against the hotly seeking mouth that covered them. Natalie used her mouth differently from the other people who had gone down on Jessica's cunt-Dink and Christine Manners, and Blake. Natalie didn't just use her tongue; she covered the entire cunt with widely parted lips, so that her teeth reached above and below the cuntlips, and her tongue ran out long and deftly to poke between the lips and into the wet hole itself.
Natalie sucked, too, her hands caressing, fondling, petting-moving from the belly back to her husband's sliding cock, around the thighs, up to the bellybutton again. The suction pulled Jessica's pussylips inside out. brought them juicily against the imprisoning teeth, and the tongue went wild inside, finding the stimulated clitoris and chewing it.
"Ooohh!" Jessica moaned, digging into the chair back and shaking her ass. She was being torn apart, loved to bits-the cock up her ass, the mouth tugging at her clit.
"Shake it, baby!" Farrell grunted, stepping up the action, his stiff prick moving ever faster within the clinging wet hose of her ass. "Grind that sweet ass, Jessica! Ahh, you beautiful, long-legged bitch!"
And his wife groaned something into Jessica's cunt, but the words were muffled by the folds of her twat, and only the vibrations passed up into the flexing hole. It was wonderful for Jessica, crazy, wild and marvelous. She met the thrusts up her ass by slamming back against them and making his balls flap forward.
Natalie Wallace clung to her thighs, chewed into her pussy and worked her tongue like a soft, wet triphammer, driving it into and around the aching clit. Eyes blurring, nerves shrieking, she jerked and heaved, and when the prick swelled into her ass, Jessica braced herself against the onslaught of jism.
It came hissing, choked down by the clamping of her asshole, jetting out in a boiling stream that packed her bowels, that saturated her asshole with foaming cream. Jessica hung onto the chair back, her legs threatening to give way, her head dizzied by the experience of having her ass jammed with a man's come.
Groaning and gulping into Jessica's cunt, Natalie shoved her mouth deeper, pressing hard against the pelvis. With one great surge of emotion, Jessica came, her clit thrumming and bulging, her tits banging against the chair, her ass clamping and letting go of the stiff prick crammed inside it.
"OOOOHHH!"
Biting her lips, she found she was locked into position, held motionless by her cresting orgasm and the position she was spraddled into. The man's cock pinned her to the chair back, and the woman's mouth fastened her thighs wide. She made tiny, convulsive movements within her inflamed cunt, and said, "Oh ... please ... please ... I'm going to faint."
They were immediately solicitous, the woman ducking out from beneath her cunt and helping to support her. The man eased his still-throbbing prick from the tight sleeve of her asshole, and she heard it plop when it snapped out into the open, echoing wetly.
"Help her over here," Natalie said. "Let her lie down on the couch. There, Jessica. Take it easy, darling. We didn't mean to do you in like that. Poor child...."
Her head was pillowed on someone's lap, but she didn't flutter her eyes open to see who it was. A man, she thought. She could feel his soft prick against her cheek. She had been fucked down for the first time in her life, wiped out by the continual screwing and eating.
It was nice to simply rest, to lie back and let the world go by upside down. Nostrils flaring, she caught the man musk of the crotch she rested upon, and it smelled like the headiest perfume, the very essence of life. Like the bee, she thought; she was like a bee collecting pollen, but instead of golden dust, she had been collecting a creamy, silver juice. She was the holder for semen, so much of it today and tonight-in her pussy and in her ass, in her throat.
A hand stroked her hair, and she turned slightly, moved over onto her side so that she could kiss the resting cock. Not Joe Sims' monstrous shaft, she knew, and since she had just left Farrell, it wasn't his, either. Dink or the boy Mike or her own husband.
She opened her eyes, rolled back so she could look up into his face. "Blake."
"Sure. You were wonderful, baby. You put on one hell of a show, raised so much hell with those two people that everyone else stopped what they were doing just to watch. You were the star attraction."
Drowsily, she said, "Farrell and Natalie helped."
"Of course, but you were their target. How they worked you over, darling. I almost came in my hand, seeing you grind on that prick up your ass, and make all those faces while Natalie ate out your pussy."
She said, "Didn't you have anyone to fuck?"
"The girl Lorena. You wouldn't believe the tricks that kid can do with her cunt. She has the muscles trained, and it kind of snaps down on a man's cock when she wants it to. Lorena says it's like learning to wiggle your ears-takes a lot of practice."
"I'm glad you were screwing somebody," Jessica murmured. "I wouldn't want you to miss out on anything just because I was balling with a couple of people."
Her husband stroked her face. "Take a nap, darling. You're worn out."
FOURTEEN
BLAKE TOOK HER DOWN THE HALL AND put her into the bathtub. He soaped down her body and wiggled a bubbly washrag around inside her twat. He handed her a big, icy martini while he washed her body with hot water, rinsing her flesh. Jessica relaxed and drank, stretched out her legs and smiled at the way her husband was working over her.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"No, this gin will give me some energy. Do you think the others mind me being gone?"
He shook his head. "They're all wrapped up. Dink and Christine are on the floor in a foursome, and-"
"A foursome? How are they doing it?"
He splashed more water over her back. "Well, let's see. Dink has his prick in Lorena's pussy. In turn, Lorena is eating Christine's cunt, and in her turn, Christine is sucking Mike's cock. It's all they could work out, in a hurry. And would you believe it-the Wallaces are on the couch, playing sixty-nine with each other. It's funny, but I always thought that at a swapping party people ignored their own wives and husbands since all that strange stuff was around them."
Lifting her arms, Jessica let him slowly and teasingly wash her tits. She said, "But that's not the way it works, is it?"
"No, it isn't," Blake's fingers played over her nipples, and she was surprised to find them rising under his wet touch. Maybe she wasn't completely worn out; there could be another good fuck left in her yet tonight.
He continued, "I get a hard-on for you as much as I do the other chicks-maybe even more. And when I glance over at you-if you're riding some guy's big cock-and see you watching me, I can screw that much harder. It's like I'm showing off for you, as if I want you to be proud of me as your husband."
"I am proud of you, Blake," she said, lowering her arms and putting her hands underwater to run them along her submerged thighs. "You fell right in with everything I ever wanted to do. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't gone along with me after I let Dink fuck me that first time."
He bent over from his kneeling position and kissed her mouth. "At first, I was crazy mad, but when you kept on talking about it, I started to picture Dink putting his meat into your cunt, and I got turned on. Then, with you offering to let me fuck Christine, telling me she wanted me to screw her-it all started to fall into place. I'll never be the same again."
Me either," she said. "I'm clean enough now, darling. Help me out."
Still, he hadn't gotten enough of her body. Blake insisted on drying her off, and used the rough bath towel with gentle, blotting motions. He paid particular attention to her tits and cunt, then lingered around her ass.
She said, "Do you want to fuck me now?"
He patted her ass. "I'll always want to fuck you, Jessica. But I was just looking at your pussy, and at your asshole, and thinking that four other guys have put the pricks to you now. You've sucked them off and let one of them fuck you in the ass. You took on Dink and me at the same time, crowding our cocks into your tight pussy and having us both throw come into you."
Jessica said, "And are you sorry about that?"
"I'm glad," he said softly. "I hope we can stay with this swinging club for a long time, and that it continues to grow, getting more members. You know, I was thinking of a couple of guys that I'd like to see screw you."
She laughed lightly. "Hey, wait a minute, now. We're getting a little ahead of ourselves. You know how careful we have to be in this town, but-yes, I do like the idea of my husband picking out my studs and bring them home to fuck me."
He held her close, and her tits mashed into his hairy chest. She felt his cock start to lift, felt it rising to nestle between their bellies, hard once more, and probably for the last time that night. She rubbed her belly across it and said, "Right here?"
"Let's go back to the group," he said. "I'd like to see how they're making out, and they might think we're standoffish or something if we don't look in on them again."
So she went with him back to the living room, feeling refreshed and strong once more, riding the glow of alcohol and his attention in the bath.
"If you don't want to screw yet," she said, "why don't we sit at the bar and down a few more while we watch whatever's going on?"
"All right," he said. "Wow! Look at Joe Sims!"
They had to walk around the pile, for that's what it was; there were two women and Joe, and the women were lying one atop the other, their legs spread so that Joe had access to both their cunts, stacked hairily one over the other, like a two-story cave.
"What's he doing to them?" she asked, positioning herself on a barstool.
"Taking turns in their cunts," Blake said. "Look, he's sliding that big prick into the lower pussy now."
Jessica stared, watching the thick meat move into the hairy cleft of brown-black hair that could only be Natalie Wallace's snatch. The woman lying with her ass snugged into Natalie's groin was Lorena Johnson, her honey-blonde pussy posed, her tits held by the woman below her.
It was quite a trick, she thought, fucking two women at once. Joe Sims was feeding his huge rod into Natalie's cunt, moving it back and forth while the woman squirmed; then he pulled it out and stuck it into the pussy above, prodding it clear to the root in the young girl's hole. Jessica saw how his balls swung wetly down and rested on Natalie's flexing cuntlips while he humped into Lorena.
Then it was dropped back to Natalie, while Lorena rubbed her dewy snatch against his upper belly. Joe Sims was going strong, she thought. He'd gotten his second wind and was making the most of it. He didn't pound, because of the weight Natalie was carrying on her belly, but he used strong, penetrating thrusts, and sank them deeply into the working cunt.
Up again he went, and Lorena's golden cunt grabbed at his cockhead, sucked the big thing into her gash. Jessica remembered what her husband had told her about the girl's snatch, how Lorena could make her cunt muscles clamp down on a man's prick.
His wide chest just barely touching her swinging tits, Joe thrust it into her eager hole, slipped his swollen meat back and forth while Lorena's ass jerked in short, arching spasms. The girl was close to coming, Jessica thought, and her hunch was proven right when Lorena cried out, "Oh, you big-dicked bastard! Fuck me harder, you horsecocked son of a bitch! Ohhh! Oooohhh! D-Darling, darling! here-I-COME!"
Joe continued to hump her blazing little cunt, until she had stopped humping and wiggling, until her slim legs went limp. Then he pulled the gleaming cockhead out of her body and transferred it to the waiting pussy below. Stroke and thrust, grind and shove, and Natalie's ass was twitching with every slow pounding of the piston. She held tightly to the girl on her belly, squeezed the small, pert tits and moved Lorena over just a bit.
Jessica saw the reason when Natalie's mouth reached the girl's. Their tongues caressed redly and wetly, the girl drifting into the backwash of her orgasm, the woman just building to her own climax.
Their mouths clung together, and Natalie gave an upward lunch, a seesawing motion of her cunt on the plunger that was touching its bottom at every stroke. She came with trembling thighs, with her heels drumming a tattoo into the carpet, and Joe Sims kept right on fucking.
"He's going to screw until he gets his gun," Blake said.
"How can he keep going like that?" Jessica asked.
And Joe said, "Ahhh!" in a long, drawn-out sigh. His balls climbed upward, and Jessica sensed the power with which the jism mounted through the length of his socked-home prick to burst from its head. Joe always threw such a heavy load. She knew it must be flooding Natalie's mature cunt, packing the woman with hot and juicy come.
Jessica looked away, and she found Dink Manners. He was sitting on the floor, with Adelle in his lap, but facing out. Jessica could plainly see where Dink's cock entered the snug cunt, where the round, shiny meat vanished into the grip of the redly furred pussylips. Dink was cupping the perfectly shaped little tits, and nuzzling into Adelle's throat. He looked happy, and so did she.
Where was Farrell Wallace? And for that matter, where was Christine? She asked her husband, and he said, "They have the same idea we had. He's bathing her now. I saw them go down the hall right after you got so wrapped up in watching Joe fuck both his girls. Maybe they need picking up, too."
"I'm a little tired, Blake," she said. "Would they think it terrible of me if you and I just went to bed? I mean, they can continue the party, or stay over for the night, or anything they want to do."
"Go along to the room," he said. "I'll be there in a minute. I'll just tell Joe what we're going to do, and he can pass it along to the others."
Jessica didn't even glance at Dink and Adelle, although she knew they were still screwing, nor did she look over at the pile of people untangling. As she passed the bathroom, she heard Christine laughing, and thought that her friend was reviving quite well, with Farrell's assistance.
She climbed onto her bed and stretched across it, pillowing her cheek on her forearms. She could still hear the music coming from the stereo as someone inserted another tape. It wasn't that she wanted to duck out on the club. She wished she could ball with them for the rest of the night, but Jessica had to admit that she'd had a long, hard day.
She waited for her husband to come to bed, and wondered how the rest of them worked it, if married couples kind of saved up their strength for the parties. With Dink and Christine, she had been so excited about getting stuck by a new prick and learning how to make love to a woman that she'd just kept going.
It had been a lot of fun, pitching in with whatever idea presented itself, letting herself go in wild emotional flings that drained her. But she couldn't keep it up forever. As much as she might want to just keep on fucking, or getting sucked, Jessica couldn't go on indefinitely. It was becoming too much of a strain.
Drowsily, she turned over as he came onto the bed, and she murmured something to him. He lay beside her, one leg over her body, and she was dimly aware of his prick lying across her belly, hard and eager. No, Jessica thought, oh no. I'm just too damned tired to fuck now.
"Blake...." she said, meaning to tell him so, but he covered her mouth with his own and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. His weight moved over her, and his knee spread her thighs apart. She lay limply, not responding at all, telling him silently of her noninvolvement.
But he didn't hear, or wouldn't listen, for the expanded head of his cock was searching down into the curly nest of her pussy hairs. She felt it prod against her cuntlips, and discovered to her surprise that her cunt was still damp. Blake had no trouble working his knob inside her gash, or in shoving the length of his stiff cock all its length into her unresisting cunt.
He said it against her teeth: "I love you, Jessica. I'm going to love you with my prick, going to love your cunt, and you're going to enjoy it. I know that much about you after being married to you for this long. You enjoy a good, hard prick, no matter how tired you think you are. Just lie there, honey. Even if you don't move it around, your pussy is hot and juicy."
Blake stroked his cock into her stilled cunt, worked it back and forth with deep and lingering thrusts, then slid his hands under the cheeks of her ass, taking a grip on them to help him drive home his cockshaft.
He said against her lips, panting the words: "Baby, you take all their pricks and ride the hell out of them. You suck on all their cocks and swallow the come. You eat a woman's pussy as if you'd been hungry for it all your life, and you open your asshole for a man to slip his rod in there, too. You've been fucked in every position by five of us tonight. Five men, baby.
In and out, his prick moved, the familiar size and shape of it somehow comforting after all the strange ones that had been inside her lately. Deep down in her cunt, something began to twitch, and Jessica blinked. Blake continued to screw her, hiking her ass with his hands, slipping his prick into the wetly clinging hole of her pussy.
"You fucked them all," he said. "You had their women's faces in your cunt, in here where my prick is right now. You wiggled this beautiful ass and you humped your pussy on them-on me-on Dink and Joe Sims and Mike and Farrell. You came with every one of us, because you're the finest, hottest piece of ass anywhere, and you're my wife."
The movement grew within her cunt, wiggled and blossomed, and when its warm petals were softly spread, she lunged against his hard dick.
When she'd ground there, working her newly and impossibly aroused cunt around his staff, Jessica lifted her feet, lifted them higher than she had ever taken them with any man, and hooked the calves of her legs over her husband's shoulder. She was tilted up to him, up against him, her cunt opened and its depths exposed.
"Roll me back on my shoulders," she hissed. "Blake, you voyeuristic son of a bitch, roll me back and then pound your prick into my pussy so hard I can't stand it. Fuck me mean and dirty. Fuck me deep, darling ... Oh, oh! Lay that meaty cock into your wife's cunt. Slam it home, baby! Cram it in me to the balls, and try to get them inside me, too."
"Told you!" he gasped, feeding his cock to her. "Told you that you couldn't just lie still, that you'd have to fuck me back. You're too hot, baby. Your pussy is too hungry for a prick. Shake that sweet ass, Jessica. Make my cock roll around inside that hot, wet glove. Ohh ... ahh ... hot and slippery, that long cunt hair rubbing my belly ... Ahh. C-Coming, baby! Oh, how I'm COMING!"
She twisted on his slamming rod, hunched and squirmed as she took his prick as deep as he could give it to her. Jessica's heels made a drumbeat on his shoulder blades, and she bucked savagely as his come gushed into her cunt.
"Hang on, damn you!" she grated. "You wanted to fuck! Now fuck-fuck!"
She was a bitch in heat, and he was a male to be conquered, so she tried to use her cunt like a vise, twisting off his prick. But she came instead, surging and whining as the fantastic sensations bombed through her body.
FIFTEEN
LATE IN THE MORNING, JESSICA STIRRED, then rolled over. She was alone in the bed, but Blake's side was still warm, so she knew he probably hadn't been gone long.
She sat up, and her temples throbbed a little. Too many martinis last night, she thought. To much of everything, really. Then she remembered the last fuck with Blake, that tremendously moving, primitive hammering of cock and cunt that had made them closer than they'd ever been. Was it because they had fought, in a way? Had they learned that only both warring factions could win in a battle of sex?
In the bathroom, she peed and noticed a slight soreness in the region of her ass. It should be aching, she told herself. There's been a long cock up it. Searching in the medicine cabinet, she found aspirins and took two, chasing them with water from the faucet. It had been a long, grinding night with people screwing all over the living room, on the couch and on the floor.
Brushing her teeth, she grimaced at the mirror, thinking there ought to be hair caught in them. She had sucked enough cock and dived into enough cunts that she might even be growing a mustache. Jessica climbed into the shower and turned on the cold water.
It hit her skin like a thousand icicles, pounding at her until she was shivering uncontrollably. But she was fully awake when she adjusted the handles, adding hot water.
The soap helped stimulate her hide, and by the time she'd rinsed, she was feeling human again. She used cologne and powder, and combed her hair straight back, finding a sky-blue bit of ribbon to hold it in place.
She decided it would be better to wear a robe this morning, and chose a thick terrycloth one. She was nothing but starved, and made her way directly to the kitchen without checking the other bedroom. She did peep into the living room, but it was clear. Someone had even tidied up, but there was a lingering smell of sex hanging in the air like animal musk.
Before it could make her think of wet and slicky pricks, Jessica ducked into the kitchen and found her husband at the stove.
"Bacon and eggs," he said. "The toast is on, and I mixed the orange juice-without vodka."
"Good," she said. "I seem to be suffering from several kinds of hangovers this morning."
Blake said, "Jessica. About last night, with us-"
"It was terrific," she said. "I never knew you to be so forceful before."
"I never was, before," he said, lifting strips of bacon from the skillet and placing them on a paper towel to drain. "But after I let go all my old ideas-well, I just seem to be a different kind of man. More assertive."
"That's good," she said, "but just don't change too much. I liked you the way you were. Some of you, anyhow. Oh hell, it's much too early for deep discussions, and I'm much too hungry. Where are Dink and Christine?"
"They left a note ... went home with the Wallaces ... said they'd call us later in the day. Eggs scrambled, all right?"
She ate like a bitch wolf with whelps to nurse, cleaning up everything in sight, washing it all down with coffee and feeling a lot better when she was finished. Turning on the washer, she said, "Join me in the backyard? I need some sun, too."
"You go ahead. I'll make sure everything is clean in the living room."
That was changed about him, too, she thought as she walked outside and started to peel off her robe. When her tits were exposed, she caught herself, recalling where she was, and that some nosy neighbor might be looking out of a window. Not wanting to create a scandal in the neighborhood, she found two towels to drape strategically over herself as she lay back in the lawn chair.
The day was beginning well, with Blake making breakfast and helping clean the house. The sun was nice and hot, and seemed to reach soothing rays right into the marrow other bones. If she had tried to fight off her husband last night, he would have simply raped her. If there was anything like simple rape; there had to be complications to forcing a prick into an unwilling cunt.
Trouble was, her cunt had been willing. She just hadn't realized it until he kept screwing her. She decided it was a wild stunt she'd pulled, draping her legs over his shoulders, and that she'd have to try it again with somebody else.
Blake came out just as she was dozing in the sun, and made her turn over, rearranging the towels for her as she did so. He applied suntan lotion, sliding his hands sensuously over her body, lingering and caressing. She smiled, heavy-lidded and sultry, now more certain of her husband than she had ever been, sure now of her sexual hold on him.
He said, "That might be an extra kick, leaving the oil on. The club decided to hold their initiation after all. They're all coming over in a few minutes."
Her eyes flew open. "What? Blake, damn it-"
"It's not a freaky initiation. The men all line up on you, and the women on me. If I run out of gas and go limp, the next girl in line has to suck me hard again."
"All of them?" she asked. "I have to fuck all the men, each one until they come?"
His slippery hands moved over her belly, fondling the skin. "That's it, and if I'm still around, you finish up with me."
"They'll screw me right down into the carpet," she said.
Blake nodded. "That's sort of the idea, as I understand it. They showed you that you can fuck and keep fucking, that you can be stimulated more, even when you think you've had it. Just as we did last night."
Jessica sat up. "If that's the way they want it-and the way you want it."
"I do, darling. I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it."
"You called them," she accused.
"I did, baby. But we were talking about it last night before I came to bed."
She climbed off the chair, holding onto her towels. "I really have no choice. Either I go through with this, or get dropped from the club. And you know I don't want out. But I'd rather pick my own times and places, I think."
He followed her inside. "You're not really uptight, though." She dropped the towels, and he put his hands on her again.
She said, "Don't get started. We're both going to need all our strength."
"I just want to make you slippery all over." He daubed the oil over her tits, rubbing it across the nipples until they leaped up. She stood quietly for him while he rubbed the insides of her thighs and her ass. When he oiled her cunt mound, she couldn't help wiggling a little bit.
"I'll have to spread the towels," she said. "I'll stain the carpet if I don't."
Blake smiled at her and dropped his robe. Using both greasy hands, he oiled his own body down from chest to ankles, making his skin slippery and fragrant. He used plenty of the lotion on his balls and groin, and put a sheen on his stiff cock with it.
"I'll get some more towels," he said. "But you use the couch, darling. I'll take the floor."
"Thanks a lot," she said, and jumped when the doorbell sounded.
Holding a fluffy towel in front of her slicked-down body, Jessica went to the door and peeped out of its crack. All of them were outside, dressed conservatively, and Joe Sims was carrying some books. It could have been the Sunday morning call of a discussion group, all very proper and a bit stuffy.
"Come on in," Jessica said, and skipped back into the living room.
Farrell Wallace was taking off his coat as he entered. "I can't stand the confinement of clothing anymore," he said. "When I get home from the office, I shuck out of everything right away. How arc you, my dear? That's an interesting effect, that oil. You should be quite slippery."
Joe Sims put down his books and laughed. "But she can be held. The trick is to impale her."
"Don't tease the girl," his wife said, stepping out of her dress. "It's enough that we're descending on her early in the day."
Adella Sims always looked as if she had just danced out of a fairy glade, Jessica thought, and smiled at her. The women all came to kiss Jessica, Natalie Wallace lightly upon the lips, as if she didn't go crazy when she was eating pussy; Adelle with a little nibble; Christine with a slow caress that said what old and dear friends they were; Lorena Johnson using her tongue to probe deeply into the throat. When they moved from her, Jessica felt all warm and groovy, her interest lifted and her passions renewed.
She saw the men in varying stages of undress, and noticed that none of them were stiff yet, that their pricks hung down softly from thick nests of hair. Sometime she would have to study the male sex organ, she thought, and find out what made it expand to so many times it normal, unsexy size. If she were going to spend much of her life fucking, she figured she should learn all the technical details, as well as the practical applications.
"Blake assigned me the couch," she said, spreading the towels on the cushions. "Do I get to pick my own position?"
Dink said, "Sure-anything you like." She noticed that his cock was beginning to swell.
"On my back, then," she decided. "In the most primitive pose for a gang-bang. Who goes first?"
Farrell Wallace moved through the group, his prick in hand. "Me, by seniority." He took her in his arms and pressed his cock against her oil-slicked body, fondling her tits. "The slippery feeling is terrific, Jessica."
"My husband's idea," she said, "but I'm beginning to like it, too. Makes me feel kind of tickly whenever somebody touches me. Come on, Farrell. Let's give the club a show."
She spread herself on the couch, putting one foot up on the high back, setting her head upon the pillow. Light gleamed from her polished skin as Farrell climbed up and between her widespread legs. He used one hand to guide the puffy head of his cock into the silvery hair of her snatch, his other hand pressing down gently on her mound with the fingers spread.
Turning her head as his knob touched her cuntlips, Jessica saw her husband preparing to mount Natalie Wallace, and realized that the order of rotation would go like that, couple fucking couple, the man dicking Jessica, the woman fucking Blake. It gave some titillation to the project, an extra bit of spice.
As Farrell eased the head of his prick into her pussy, Blake timed his movements and slid his into Farrell's wife. Jessica's eyes looked with her husband's, and it was as if they were also fucking each other, as well as balling the other people. Somehow, they were all tied together, prick in cunt, cunt around prick.
"You're always so hot inside," Farrell said, driving his cock home to the balls with unaccustomed power. She blinked, and knew that they were all going to fuck her hard, that she was in for the dicking of her life. Farrell had always fucked her firmly but gently, and now he was slamming his cock savagely into her feverish cunt.
She rolled her ass and humped her pelvis, determined not to let them fuck her down. Catching hold of his swinging balls, she played with them and she ground her wet twat on the reaching plunger of his cock. Wrapping one arm around Farrell's neck, she drew him down to the writhing slickness of her oiled body, turning him on more and more.
Furiously, she screwed him, wringing his prick within the grip of her cunt, flexing her ass to make her cunt muscles work better. His prick slid back and forth, and his hands kept slipping from the greased cheeks of her ass.
"You ... Oh, Jessica, you hot bitch! Ahh! I ... I'm coming!"
She quivered in the ejaculation of his jism, feeling the spew of his come as it gushed hotly into her cunt. She came right behind the first spurt of the foaming cock juice, quivering in a sharp, bright rapture of her own, even though she hadn't meant to. She had planned to hold off, to make the men come, but cloak her own orgasm to save herself. But the slamming, pounding action of FarrelPs dick had made her reach a climax despite her ideas.
And Farrell didn't relax upon her, didn't allow her much rest. He pulled out immediately, and when she looked over at her husband, Jessica saw that Blake had an expression of relief on his face. He'd beaten Natalie Wallace, she thought. He'd made the woman come without coming himself.
She trembled when Dink came to her, touching her slick thighs and murmuring endearments down at her. "Baby, right after you've been screwed, your cuntlips puff out like they're pouting, all red and shiny. And I dig this oil. We'll have to try it with Christine and Blake."
His purplish cockhead settled into the opening of her inflamed pussy, and with one long thrust, Dink buried the length of his prick in her semen-slicked cunt. Rolling her up on her back, he began to hammer his shaft deeply into her hole, and only between jolts did she get a glimpse of her own husband pouring his cock to Dink's wife Christine. She wiggled on the big rod, shook her ass and caressed his balls with her fingers, meeting him slam for slam.
"F-Fuck me hard!" she gasped. "Hard, damn it!" And she caught his spitting come in the cup of her womb when he fired it. The pounding, overwhelming method of fucking was taking its toll of the men, as well, but she couldn't control her response with this one, either, and although the orgasm she reached was a small, almost gentle one, still it shook her.
When Dink backed his dripping shaft out of her pussy and climbed off the couch, she saw that Blake was panting hard, too. She watched him runove his prick from Christine's black, furry slit, and saw jism on the end of it. Blake had a long way to go, with two more women, but maybe he could hang on.
"Mrs. Talbot, baby," Mike Johnson said with a grin, balancing on his knees while he handled his hard cock. "Lorena is going to give your husband a real ride, and I'm going to fuck you for as long as I can. Man, I really dig that silver pussy hair."
"Then get into it," Jessica urged, lifting her arms to bring him down to her slippery body. She rubbed the hard nipples of her tits against his almost hairless chest as he fed his rigid young prick into her saturated cunt. Two men had already fired their loads of sperm into that box, she thought, and Mike's prick had to be covered with the bubbly stuff. She knew it ought to make him blast off quicker.
But as he pistoned his strong cock into her receptive snatch, Jessica forgot about the game, forgot that she still had to fuck another man, and him with the biggest cock of all. She knew only that the loving boy was reaching all her nerve ends with his sledging prick, that he was massaging her clit with every deep thrust. She pulled her foot off the couch and threw her leg around his slim hips, locking him into her crotch with the clasping of her long legs.
Jessica fucked him back, using every move her pussy could make, grinding and banging her pelvis into his, taking his lovely meat into the farthest reaches of her adoring cunt. Hunching and wiggling, she rode his cock until the boy was about to come, beating him to the climax. Her clitoris shuddering and throbbing, she came magnificently, and when his jism spurted wildly throughout her cunt, she only luxuriated in the slippery feeling.
Her eyelids fluttered when he pulled his prick from her flexing cunt, and she allowed her legs to slide from his body. Then young Mike Johnson was gone, and there between her tiring legs was the biggest challenge of all-Joe Sims.
Had her husband come with Lorena? She rolled her face toward him, but couldn't tell. Blake was holding his cock in one hand and getting ready to stuff it into the fiery little cunt of Adelle Sims. The group had saved its most powerful fuckers until last-Joe with his massive prick, and Adelle with her tiny, clenching pussy.
"Jessica, darling," Joe said, working the spongy head of that gigantic cock into her juicy gash, "you're more slippery inside than out. Your gorgeous cunt is overflowing with jizz."
She tried for a joke. "I'm sure it wasn't something I ate."
Joe laughed as he pushed his dong inside her quaking twat, and she was glad that she was drenched with so much come. Her cuntlips stretched easily to take in the huge prick. In it went, and in some more, until she thought it would never stop, but it bumped her cervix and his balls tucked themselves into the crack of her ass. He was solidly in her snatch, and immediately started to seesaw, pulling far back so he could drive it home again.
"Take it, Jessica!" he grunted, hammering it into her flooded hole, twisting as he fed his meat deep into her cunt, packing and stabbing her overfucked pussy with all his strength.
"Y-Yes!" she panted, almost sobbing. "Yes, I'm taking all you have, Joe. I'm screwing that big shaft and liking it-loving it!"
And she was loving his prick, rolling on it, bucking against it, fucking him just as powerfully now as when the first man had screwed her. Jessica Talbot was a natural-born fucking machine, and she was pumping away on his surging prick as if it were the first one she had ever had, as if it might be the last fuck of her life. Legs loose and flailing, she met him thrust for thrust, reaching for his cock with every recoil.
Joe grunted out, "Uh-uh-UUUHHHH!" and with a final twitch, fired the blast of his come into her cunt. She rode his sloppy cock, twisting and turning, making her clit respond with a violent, wet vibration. She came with him then, convulsing with sweet fury on his flooding cockhead.
Falling back limply then, she knew she had made it, that she could fuck them all down, and that she had deeply enjoyed her belated initiation.
Jessica heard the juicy sound his cock made when it was pulled from her clasping cunt, but she didn't open her eyes until the couch sank again.
"Blake ... oh, my darling...."
"I made it, too," he said. "Adelle made me come, but I've still got a hard-on-see?" Quickly, then, he shoved it into her lax cunt, before it might go soft. "And I still want to fuck my hot, beautiful wife."
She gave a despairing little wiggle, and the watching people applauded, but over their hand-clapping she heard the insistent sound of the door buzzer. Tiredly, she pushed on Blake's shoulders and gave a quick twist of her crotch to eject his prick. "Saved by the bell," she murmured. "I'd better go see who it is. Everyone just stay quiet."
Properly robed, her mussed hair pushed back, she opened the door just a hair. "Yes?"
The couple outside were young, and the wife seemed embarrassed, a little tremulous. The man said, "Hi-I, that is-we got your address from some people in New York who said to look you up when we got out to the coast. Dink and Christine Manners?"
Jessica stared. "You're swingers."
"Just getting started," he said. "We're real new at it."
Jessica opened the door wide and motioned to them. "Come on in," she said. "School just happens to be in session."
