Demographers have been warning for some years, now, that the space-ball on which we all live is reaching its saturation point of the world populace it can support. The problem of over population has been attacked from various angles in different parts of the globe. In India, the people are being urged to limit their families to two children, and the men, peasants and illiterates for the most part, are being lured into clinics by the offer of a transistor radio in exchange for allowing government doctors to sterilize them. The simple, almost painless fast rate, but there is no hope yet that the burgeoning population of India will be stablized any time in the near future.
In the People's Republic of China, on the other hand, another, different approach to population control is in effect. People are urged to postpone marriage until age twenty-five, thirty, or later, thus effectively cutting down the numbers of years during which a woman could bear children. Additionally, there is the forced separation of mates, the wife and her husband merely being sent to widely separated places of work. In Communist China, a quite Puritan attitude prevails concerning pre-marital and extra-marital sexual intercourse, so that the two government sanctioned solutions suffice; however, there is no indication that this is working either. There are over eight hundred million Chinese inhabiting mainland China.
Japan has been successful in its fight to limit the number of their citizens. She had to do it, for the land available is much too limited. The Japanese approach was through legalized abortion, making the process available free or at extremely low cost to any woman who desired it.
In the United States, which of course has its own population problem, the question of abortion is hotly debated. Here, demographers are depending upon education and the effectiveness of the vasectomy as a means of population control, urging couples to limit their families to two or three children, after which the male is sterilized.
Psychologically, the vasectomy is less disturbing than a hysterectomy for the woman. The man must understand that there is no emasculation involved. He merely no longer can transmit his sperm through the penis into his wife's vagina. His sperm is absorbed into the tissues of his groin.
On the swinging scene in the United States there are two very great fears involved with those who participate; the fear of contracting a venereal disease and the possibility of the swinging wife becoming pregnant, but this is not limited to swingers. It is a real fear of millions of American women.
Unfortunately, few states have been forward-looking enough to eradicate from their statutes archaic moral laws, such as the ban on abortions, which stem from religious reasons for the most part ... and the laws making oral and anal sexual intercourse illegal, even between man and wife in the privacy of their own bedroom. In refusing to remove the criminal aspects of these, the states are overlooking forms of population control which could be highly effective.
The Publishers are proud to present A Camp for Swappers, a new hard-hitting novel by Billie Doorman in which the author takes a discerning look at the problems of unwanted pregnancy ... especially among those who participate in the peculiarly American swinging scene....
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Lifting a steaming mug of welcome black coffee to his lips, Jim Carson smiled across the rustic table at the voluptuous brunette, his clear, brown eyes lingering, liking what he saw, as he lied glibly.
"My horse went lame on me."
"Had you run Flash in the snow?" Kay Gaine asked. She knew that the roan gelding wasn't lame. Having just helped her hunting lodge guest to unsaddle the big red horse, she would have noticed anything wrong with Flash when she had put him in his stall.
"No," he answered then offered another excuse. "It's a lousy day for hunting. Too much snow...."
"It's easier to track the game ... elk especially."
"The fact is that I wanted to come back," Jim admitted.
Kay looked at him quizzically, an eyebrow going up slightly above grey-green eyes, kindling with interest at this new gambit, as she asked, "Oh...?"
Running a nervous hand through his jet-black hair, which had just begun to show a few silvery strands at the temples, he laughed, "I didn't feel like shooting defenseless animals." Then, he was plucking a cigarette from the package in his heavy wool shirt pocket and lighting it in the silence. "Actually," he went on, after a moment, "I'm more inclined to indoor sports!"
"Not so risky...?" she smiled, guessing already what he was thinking...." And, a lot cozier!" he told her, his grin changing to a frankly lewd appraisal of the full voluptuous contours of her breasts straining at her sweater, adding, "It's also a hell of a lot more fun!"
Playfully, Kay cocked her head to one side, her own lustrous blue-black hair cascading down over the side of her face, as she asked facetiously, "What's your favorite indoor game? Chess? Bridge?" .
"Try strip poker!" he suggested, sipping more of his hot, black coffee. " ... But, let's not bother with a deck of cards!"
"Are you suggesting something?" Her look was archly naive.
"I am!"
"Like what?"
"Like fun and games in the sack!" He said it bluntly.
"Oh...? What about that cute little wife of "We're going to get a divorce! This little trip up here was her idea. She wanted us to get together again, alone ... and away from the kids...."...." A reconciliation?"
"Yeah, but there's not much possibility of that ... really!"
"That sounds like a line to me, Jim!" Kay said, getting up from the bench and draining her coffee cup.
"Well ... if I read things right," Jim grated, "you and your husband have got a pretty good thing going here with this hunting lodge!" He, too, stood to his feet and came around the table to face her. "I heard him making it with Sue Banda ... and I'm just guessing, but I suppose Tod Banda was laying you at the same time!"
"You guessed wrong, Jim." She said it without rancor as she played him like a trout.
"Hell, Kay, I know why the Mullers wanted to leave! They didn't want to put up with all the wife-swapping that's been going on! So, your husband promised them a refund and flew them out!"
"We call it swinging!" Kay said it softly. " ... And, you're wrong about Tod Banda! Mark and I both made it with Sue!"
Jim was thoughtful for a moment. "That's different! I suppose you've got your eye on my wife, Liz, then ... '?"
"That depends...."
"On what?"
"On you, mostly," she smiled.
"How's that?"
"Well ... Mark likes Lia, and he'd like nothing better than to take her to bed ... and...."
Jim interrupted her. "And you? I guess you're interested in her, too!"
"Sure! I swing both ways! You guessed that didn't you?" Kay's eyes were bright, as she told him levelly, " ... But, I was trying to tell you ... if you're making a play for me ... you'll have to let Mark make it with Liz, too! That's the catch!"
His laugh was bitter. "Damn! That's a good one! You're both welcome to her, if you think you can thaw her out!"
"Is she frigid?"
"About like that snow out there!" he answered. "Ever since our second child was born a little more than three years ago, she's been like an iceberg! Hell! I might as well be living in a monastery!"
"It is really that bad, Jim?" Kay asked, moving in close to him, her hips thrusting out slightly, her voice going soft along with her eyes, as she lifted her moist sensuous lips for his kiss. " ... Or, is that part of the line?"
"No line! No bullshit!" he grunted. "Just the whole truth ... and nothing but the truth!"
"So help me...." she chorused with him, the last word, God!, smothered in her mouth, as his lips came down on hers, his arms going around her to crush her hard and tight against his still trim athletic body.
He felt her soft womanliness warm against him, and while his hand slid exploringly up under her sweater, he felt her loins grind in against the warm hardened bulge of his penis coming to full, pulsing erection inside his pants. He exulted to himself: Damn it! I knew it!
Deep into her mouth his tongue probed lashingly, as she returned his open-mouthed kiss, and her arms snaked around him, her hands rubbing the hardness of his back muscles through his shirt. Kay was glad that Jim Carson had decided to ride back to the lodge, with the guide, Steve Aston. She knew that Steve wouldn't have been fooled by Jim's story about the big roan's going lame, and she wondered how her guest had extricated himself.
Leaning back away from Carson after a few moments of sensual communion, Kay looked up at him and gave her hips an extra little gyration against him, feeling the heat of his loins through their clothing and knowing by the involuntary lurching of his cock that he was now fully aroused.
"Tell me something, Jim. How did you get away from your wife and Steve?"
"Oh, I just said I wasn't feeling very well ... had a fever coming on," he laughed.
"You've g t a fever all right ... but it isn't in your head!"
"Yeah, I know ... It's in the head of my cock!"
... And, you want to put out the fire?
"That's the idea! That's what I came back for ... while there's no one around."
"Then, why don't you quit beating around the bush ... and ask me?" Her gray-green eyes bored challengingly into his.
Jim, who thought he was being bold and forthright, was momentarily taken aback by her bluntness. "All r-right...." he faltered, "Will you...?"
"Will I what?" she urged.
"Will you go to bed with me ... a-and make love...?"
Stepping away from him, then, exasperated, Kay stood with hands on hips, head cocked to the side. She looked him up and down with burning eyes and said, "That's the trouble with Baby Swingers! They get love and sex all mixed up! I'm all hot for you already ... and I'll go to bed with you ... fuck with, any way you want to go! ... But, that's not love. It's sex! Sex! Pure and simple! Understand?"
He understood very well, then. There was to be no involvement, no emotion ... no love in the ordinary understanding of the word. She was laying down the rules for fornication and adultery ... without guilt, and he was more than willing to play by those rules. "Damn! You're laying it on just like it is, aren't you?"
"That's right!" she snapped, then softened as she asked, "well ... do you want to play by those rules ... or not ...?"
"Damned right, I do!"
"Well ...?"
"Well, what?"
"Tell me you want to fuck me!"
Gaspingly, he choked out, "Damn it, Kay, I want to ... fuck you!"
With a fluid motion, she glided into his arms, and lifting her lips for his kiss, again, murmured, "Jim, I thought you'd never get around to actually saying it!"
This time, it was her tongue which she used to probe, experimentally, erotically, thrusting it deep into his mouth then moving it back and forth suggestive of copulation, while below her hips moved with sensuous knowledge, undulating up against his hardened cock which pulsated wildly inside his pants. Then her tiny hand slipped between their tightly pressed bodies to caress the lewd bulge at his crotch, at the same time she was trying to estimate its quality ... as well as its quantity.
After a few moments, Kay broke the tongue-twining kiss and murmured breathlessly, "I think it's time we found a bed!"
Between his legs, Jim's testicles were drawn up tight to his body by the contracting strength of his desire, and his cock ached poundingly. Moisture oozed excitedly from its tiny slitted head, wetting the inside of his shorts. He was ready ... too ready, and that worried him. Christ, I feel like I'm ready to blast off right now! He was worried, because after making his bumbling play for Mark Gaine's voluptuous brunette wife, only to discover that all of his roundabout maneuverings weren't necessary after all, he felt like a damned fool. Now, if I get her in the sack and shoot my wad too soon ... what'll she think?
On weak-kneed legs, Jim followed her from the kitchen across the rough-hewn floor of the living room, strewn with thick warm rugs, to the steep rustic stairs that led upward to the rooms on the second floor, which were only little more than sleeping cubicles. As he followed the owner's wife up the stairs, his gaze was on a level with her full-rounded buttocks, sheathed in a too-tight pair of men's jeans, which she wore for their warmth. The weather was quite cold in northern Montana in November! Impulsively, he reached out to caress the full-fleshed moons swaying provocatively before him. She felt his eager hands and smiled back over her shoulder at him, showing her pleasure and giving her buttocks an extra little swing for his benefit.
Then they were in her and Mark's room, and she was unbuttoning her sweater. Removing it and casting it to the top of an already cluttered bureau top, Kay glanced out the window.
"Damn!" she said with a strength of feeling he didn't understand, at first. "It's snowing!"
Jim shrugged. His shirt was off already, and he was pulling off his undershirt. "So ... it's snowing. Isn't that what it does most up here?"
"It worries me, that's all."
"Why ... because your guide'll be bringing the others back sooner than you expected?" he asked. His salacious eyes watching her avidly as she shrugged out of her blouse.
Crossing over to her, he reached around behind her and fumbled the clasps of her brassiere loose, as she was answering his question. "No, it's not your wife popping in on us that bothers me," she told him, then added with a mischievous smile. "As a matter-of-fact, that'd be groovy. Maybe I could go to work on her and start thawing her out a little...."
Her brassiere was off now, and her naked breasts were in his hands feeling voluptuously warm and soft and pliant as he greedily caressed and massaged their satin smoothness. He reveled in the lust-inciting fullness of them, pouting out high and proud from her chest and crowding together until there was only a narrow valley between them. They coned out ripe and firm against the palms of his hands. Her coral-pink, berry-like nipples seemed to burn holes into his flesh, as he held them like rare jewels.
"Then it's your husband you're worried about?" Jim barely knew what he was saying, and it was kind of insane, he thought, to be talking about her husband at a time like this, especially when he was just about to take the man's wife to bed and screw the hell out of her. Below, his cock was jerking involuntarily with a demanding urgency. Damn! He had to get it into her ... before it was too late!
"Yes," she was saying, "I'm worried about Mark ... because if too much snow builds up on the landing strip, he can't make a safe landing!"
* * *
About the same time, Mark Gaine was becoming somewhat worried, too. He was flying on a visual flight plan from Butte to his own little landing strip at the lodge just a few miles South of the Canadian border. Overflying Helena and Great Falls, the weather reports were becoming ominous concerning a moderately heavy snowfall over the general area East and South of Glacier Park, Critically, he listened to the tinny voice coming over the speaker, advising him of the adverse weather condition and recommending an alternate landing west of the park. Rogering out, he kept resolutely on his Northeasterly course, deciding to take his chances that it hadn't snowed long enough yet to build up a dangerous cover of wet snow on the strip. Hell! I've landed there before under these conditions ... and I'll do it some more, I suppose!
He was sure in his own mind that he had done the right thing in refunding Joe and Eve Walker's money and flying them back to Butte. Christ! I can't win them all, I guess ... but I sized them up as a couple, who wouldn't mind a swinging party while they were on a hunting vacation! Making a mental note to remind himself, in the future, to ask a few more questions, to really get at the attitudes of his clients before the final arrangements were made for a hunting excursion to his lodge, Mark settled down to fly his course carefully, keeping a watchful eye for possible icing of his wings or carburetor.
Of course, he was in a hurry to get back to the hunting lodge. Only a part of his plans had been ruined by the sour-grapes griping of the Walker's about the uninhibited sexual activities that had gone on that first night at the lodge. Liz Carson, and Sue Banda are still there ... and Kay, of course! And, it's just a matter of time, until I get Liz in the sack!
It was cold in the plane's cockpit, even with the heat at maximum delivery, but he managed to keep warm, as he thought about Liz, he'd bend her to his will and fuck her! Goddamn! Women like her really turn me on! They act so damned cold and uninterested ... and when they begin to come apart and start begging for it, I know I can fuck them any damned way I want to! Actually, it was like a game to him ... a game with a real challenge, and when he won, which was most of the time, the reward was out of this world. Unknown to any but a few of their most intimate friends, Kay and Mark Gaine kept a secret notebook containing pertinent notes concerning the couples with whom they had swung, along with Polaroid pictures, nudes for the most part; additionally, in a code known only to them, each couple was rated on a scale ranging from undesirable, at the bottom, to highly desirable, see again, often, at the top of the scale. It was clever of them, and they never seemed to want for couples desiring their company to share each other's spouses.
A real stroke of luck for Mark and Kay had been their acquisition of the isolated, hunting lodge in northern Montana. It was right out of a story book, having been bequeathed to Mark by an eccentric great uncle, who had seldom used the place, preferring to live in the sunnier climes of Southern California. At any rate, when the old man passed on, he had irrascibly decided to leave a goodly portion of his worldly goods to his grand nephew to keep them from falling into the hands of his closer and what he considered to be his grasping, conniving, and covetous kinfolks. At first, Mark and Kay had thought the place was useless, but then a plan evolved. He fixed it up, refurnishing it and building a landing strip; then, he began organizing hunting safaris of three to four couples, flying them into the isolated wild area, where the lodge was used for wild, uninhibited swinging sex parties. Oh, some of the guests did some hunting, too, under the expert guidance of Steve Aston, but mostly the sports were of the indoor variety of either closed or open swinging. And, it had been successful, overwhelmingly so. The Walkers had been the first couple to object, and he cursed them roundly for causing him this extra trouble of flying them out and taking him away from the scene of the action. Oh, well ... hell, it's only an hour and a half flying time, now! I'll be back just about in time for lunch ... or maybe a little later! Then, he thought about Liz Carson, again. I sure hope Kay's got things set up by now ... it's going to be wild when that cute, little ice-cube starts squirming and squealing on the end of my cock!
* * *
Twisting away from him lithely after a few moments, during which Jim had leaned his head down to capture one of her fully erect nipples in his mouth to suck and nibble upon in growing excitement, Kay reached down to unbutton her jeans. Then kicking off her moccasins, she wriggled out of the pants and stood in only filmy and brief nylon panties. As she slipped them off, she said, "Come on Jim, we've got to get you naked, too!"
Jim was seated on the edge of the bed now. Kissing her, fondling her breasts and watching her with intense anticipation had been too much for him; the sexual excitement within him had been delicious, but now, as his wildly throbbing penis ached with his need, he knew that he would be premature ... that he couldn't last long enough to be of any sexual use to her. It had happened to him before; especially when he had had to wait for long periods of time before Liz would consent to have sex with him. Then, it would happen. He'd no sooner get his aching cock shoved into her than he'd be spewing his lust-heated cum ... too soon.
"Goddamn it!" He looked at the loveliness of Mark Gaine's wife, her voluptuous alabaster-white curves reminding him of classic pieces of sculpture he had seen. Her hips were wide, buttocks like full, pale moons curving down to softly tapering thighs, and at the joining angle of them, her jet-black pubic hair, curling softly, covered the tantalizing swell of her pussy mound. Above, her white belly was slightly curved, fuller by far than the almost elfin, boyish flatness of his own wife Liz's abdomen. Then, as his eyes devoured her, moving upward to those luscious melon-like breasts he had just been fondling and on upward to her laughing gray-green eyes, set wide apart on either side of her long straight classical nose, regal above full, sensual kips, he had the feeling that she was the ultimate woman, so much unlike the fragile, skin-and-bones ideal of woman foisted upon the American public by the advertising agencies. Damn! She's a real woman ... built the way a woman was intended to be built ... for fucking!
Standing there, naked and desirable, concerned that he was not undressing too, and wondering why he had ripped off that swear word, Kay asked, with characteristic cocked head, "What's wrong, Jim...?"
Then she saw that he was sitting there on the edge of the bed, one of his hands down between his legs, cupping the bulge of his cock and balls up close and hard to his loins. She knew that he was distressed about something. Coming quickly to him, she sat down on the bed beside him, asking again when he didn't answer. "Is something bothering, you, darling...?"
"There sure as hell is!" he grinned ruefully, not daring to look into her face. "It makes me so damned mad at myself. Here I am ... just about to make it with you ... the kind of woman I've dreamed about all my life ... and I'm so goddamned excited and worked up about it that I'm just about ready to shoot my load off in my pants!"
Her tinkling laugh irritated him, at first, but then she pushed him back onto the soft mattress of her bed and cooed, "You poor dear, how long has it been since you've laid that little wife of yours?"
"Hell, it's been a couple of weeks, at least!" he told her truthfully. " ... and, like I told you ... we came up here to be alone, to work things out! So far there's been nothing! Not a-goddamned thing!"
Again, that throaty laugh and a hum of understanding rippled from her lips, and she was saying, "She's really been holding out on you, hasn't she?" Then, Kay was wasing herself off the bed, standing up and coming in between his legs, her tiny, white hands going out to his belt buckle, which she undid rapidly; then, as she zipped open his fly, she went on, "So ... I can't say I blame you. Any man would be in bad shape . ., and I'll take care of that right now!
His fly was open now, and she hooked her hands into the waistband of his pants and hauled them down to the middle of his thighs. As he looked down the length of his body, raising his head to watch, his shorts followed, unveiling the wildly pulsing shaft of his penis, the foreskin of which was already retracted to expose the angry red cock-head moistened from the over anxious seeping at the tip. His cock stood jackstaff straight, lurching with his need, as it speared out from the hairiness of his loins.
Before he divined her intention, the lodge owner's wife was kneeling between his thighs, her hand going out to grasp the thick hard length of him, while her other hand dipped down and under to cup and fondle his pulsating balls drawn up tight and hard ... and aching needfully.
"Mmmmmmnnnnn! I knew you'd be something ... really something else!" she murmured admiringly, speaking almost as much to his desire-hardened cock in her hand as to him, directly. "Yummy ... like an all-day sucker!"
Her hand slid up and down its thick throbbing length a couple of times, as she caressed it gently, while her other hand now was rhythmically squeezing his sperm-bloated testicles, all of which made him think that she was going to masturbate him to completion. Raising up to prop himself on his elbows, he choked out, "God Kay ... if you're going to jerk it off for me ... go ahead and do it ... but hurry, damn it! Hurry!"
"No, darling," she whispered. "You deserve better than that!"
Slowly, she lowered her head to kiss the huge bulbous tip. The electric touch of her soft sensuous lips caused him to flex his hips and shove his aching cock-head upward into her mouth, as a heart-felt moan escaped his lips.
"Godddddddd!" His breath exploded from him with the word, as overwhelming sensations of excitement shimmered and concentrated in the swollen head of his penis.
Her mouth came slowly down over it, ovaled lips enclosing the glans with soft warm moistness. Inside her mouth, his cock jerked and expanded involuntarily, while already he could feel the searing turbulence of his burgeoning load of semen straining hotly for release. Propped up on his elbows watching her, the very thought of what she was doing to him, the utter lewd salaciousness of it, almost as much as the erotic sensations keening through him, gave the young husband a heightened feeling of lust. She was holding the massive thickness of his cock with one tiny hand, while with the other now, she was using her fingernails to gently scratch his throbbing testicles and every now and then, her middle finger slid back a little farther into the crevice between his buttocks to tease the warm puckered flesh of his anus.
Meanwhile, Kay had begun to suck his blood-engorged penis with a slow steady rhythm, her cheeks hollowing in and out, while inside her mouth her tongue swirled lewdly around and around the rigid coronal rim of his cock-head, causing ever wilder sensations, but when she began to flick her tongue back and forth across the underside, strumming the tiny sperm-filled ridge like a finely tuned violin string, he thought he'd jump right out of his skin. Again, he moaned out his intense pleasure. "AAAaaaaugghhhhh!"
Now, her head was beginning to bob obscenely up and down over him, like a substitute cunt, except that her ever busy tongue was slipping up and down the sensitive underside of his wildly pulsating hardness, and at the top of her up-stroke she was attempting to thrust the tip of her tongue into the tiny wet slit in his cock-head.
Tensing his loins, Jim Carson thrust up into the sensual brunette's lips in rhythmic counterpoint, feeling his cock plunge deeply into the back of her throat, more and more of his lust-thickened length going into the moist oral cavern of her mouth with each up and down movement. Fascinated, he watched as her nose burrowed down into the curling black hair of his loins, and he knew that all of his hungering length was being absorbed into her mouth and down her throat. Each time her tightly ovaled lips nibbled up the shaft of his cock, there were tiny, pink flanges from the tender flesh inside her lips that were dragged out only to be stuffed back inside again on the following downward bob of her head. It was all so heady ... so sexy ... and he was enjoying every lewd second of it. God! Her mouth's so smooth and sweet ... just like honey! And, she sure knows how to use it! He'd never felt so turned on ... never experienced such exquisite sensations in his life!
Jim was in a trance of sexual rapture, lost in a cloud of pleasurable sex sensations, and he was moaning almost constantly now, as Mark Gaine's lovely, black-haired wife sucked his vibrating cock with increasing speed and tight-lipped pressure, her tongue now swishing teasingly around the lust-inflated head on every up-stroke.
Her face, working over him, he noticed, seemed to be changed. Her eyes were closed and there was a certain sereneness there in the smooth whiteness of her face, untroubled, unlined, as though she were really enjoying what she was doing, as her head moved salaciously, urging him ever closer to that explosive moment of his orgasm. Little gasps of air moved in and out of her flared nostrils in tempo with her bobbing head, the glistening shaft of his cock now plunging in and out of her mouth with desperate demand as he thrust his hips insanely up at her.
"Goddamn!" he breathed. The sweet agony of it was building unbearably, his swelling testicles demanding that his load of sperm be jettisoned, now! Then, he was groaning aloud, his mouth working almost incoherently, as he mouthed, "Oh, Christ! Oh, that's good ... Kay! A little more! Just a little bit more ... and I'm going ... to cum!"
Frantically, he guided her head up and down his agonized cock. Strangling noises came in place of words. His breathing was raspy and coming faster in and out of his tortured lungs. He was going to cum, now! Now! Goddamn it! NOW!
With furious strength, Jim rammed his cock up into her mouth, feeling the full turgid length of it go all the way to the hilt as his pubic hair smacked tight up against the tip of her nose, mashing it against the hardness of his belly ... and she had all of him that she could possibly absorb in her mouth and down her throat. Son-of-a-bitch! It felt good! He slammed his hips up harder at her, fucking into her mouth, as he relieved the frustrations of the last few years of his marriage to Liz, and everything was there in the exploding head of his cock ... everything that Liz was not to him. Never in their seven years of marriage had she consented to use her mouth on him. God knows he had tried to get her to do it. He had even begged her, pleaded with her to give him that satisfaction, at least!
And suddenly he was there. Cumming like a volcanic eruption as spasmodic jets of his hot white semen, thick and copious, pumped through the wildly expanding length of his cock to spray from the slitted head deep into the honeyed moisture of her sucking mouth.
"Now! Damn it!" he grunted. "I'm cumming! Now!"
His hands on her head pulled her roughly down on his spending penis, while his hips thrust convulsively up at her. He held her head in a vise-like grip, immoblilizing it, as he shot his cum deep into her straining oral cavern. He felt her throat spasm with her swallowing movements, and she was still sucking him, greedily drinking in his viscid sex liquid as her mouth worked to get every last drop of it.
Suddenly all of his tenseness flooded from him, and his grip on her head relaxed, his hands moving down to her cheeks to fondle and caress her there for a moment before falling on down to her shoulders. Never had he felt such satisfaction, especially since Kay was still gently nibbling and sucking on his spasmodically lurching penis. "AAAaaaaaagh!" he sighed, feeling completely drained.
Gradually, his satisfied cock began to soften in her mouth, and Kay with a final lick and a contented sigh, lifted her head and allowed the flaccid length of his penis to pull from between her lips, glistening moistly with his cum.
Her gray-green eyes looked up at him warmly.
She smiled and said, "Now, that takes care of your little problem ... for a while!"
Rising to her feet, she slithered up over him, to lie on top of his supine body and offered him her lips. His arms went around her, crushing her nakedly voluptuous body tight to him, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, where he tasted the tangy essence of his climax still remaining there. Long and deeply they kissed, mouths melding together as tongues jousted in a longing communication of mutual desire. After long moments, Mark Gaine's wife pulled her mouth away from his and asked, "Did you like it, Jim?"
"You know I did!" he affirmed. "Christ! I felt like everything was squeezing out of me ... right through my cock!"
"I'm glad of that!" she smiled. "You acted like you'd never had your cock sucked before...."
"Do you want the truth, Kay?"
"Yes. I'm kind of curious!"
"Liz won't do it to me! She's always refused!"
"No other women...?"
"No ... not until now!"
Her silvery, throaty laugh tinkled in the room, as she rolled from on top of him and snuggled against his side in the crook of his arm.
"Poor baby...." she commiserated, "you've been missing out on a lot of the fun!"
"Yeah, I know!"
"But in a little while, after you've rested up a bit, the fun'll really begin, because then we're going to have some real fucking!"
"I'll take care of you, right!" he promised.
"Oh, I know you will, now!" Kay smiled. "You should be able to last long enough to bring me two or three times, at least ... shouldn't you?"
"I'll sure as hell try!"
"Why don't you get the rest of your clothes off, now, Jim ... and we'll crawl under the covers and snuggle together...."
"Okay ... but just until I get it up, again!"
"And, while we're snuggling, you can tell me all the ways you want to fuck me ... Okay?" she suggested lewdly.
CHAPTER TWO
Reining his horse to the left and urging it into an easy trot, newlywed Tod Banda rode up alongside his young wife Sue and growled, complainingly, "I've just about had it! We've been riding for hours tracking those damned elk, and my tail is beaten to a pulp!"
"Well ... if you kept yourself in shape, it wouldn't bother you!" Sue said it flatly.
"We should've turned back when it started snowing! I can't seem to get it through that damned Indian's head that it's no life or death matter!" Tod grated. "Personally, I don't give a damn one way or the other whether I get to shoot an elk or not!"
"This is what we came up here for ... isn't it?"
"No, darling, we came up here so that we could talk . .,.,about us ... remember?" he shot back. " . .,.,But, so far we haven't gotten to first base!"
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Well ... for starters, I think we should talk about our almost non-existent sex life after only a year of marriage ... or rather my non-existent sex life!"
"What's that supposed to mean, darling?"
"Where the hell were you for over an hour last night?"
"That's none of your business!" She reached up with a gloved hand to brush flakes of soft snow from her face.
Tod saw her green eyes flash darts of anger at him, but he persisted, "It is though! As a husband, I've got a right to know where you are ... and I made it my business to find out!"
"Well, master snoop ... what did you find out?"
"That you were with Mark and Kay Gaine ... in their bedroom!" he growled. " ... And, it sure as hell wasn't pattycake you were playing in there!"
"That's an assumption ... purely circumstantial, Mr. Counselor!"
"Do you want me to take pictures, next time?" he croaked.
"You wouldn't!?"
"I might!"
"To hell with you, darling!" Sue leaned forward and kicked her horse into a trot.
Tod grabbed the cheek strap of her horse's bridle and stopped her, growling, "We're going to talk, Sue, whether you like it or not! I know why the Walkers left. I heard them talking to Mark Gaine, and they were laying it right on the line! They didn't like what was going on ... and what was going on involved you and the Gaines!"
"Pure hearsay!" she shot back.
"Maybe ... but they knew about it. The Carsons probably didn't miss it either ... so don't try to tell me you weren't with them getting your ass fucked off ... by both of them!"
"So what if I was!?"
"It's going to stop!"
"Why don't you try stopping the wind, instead ... darling!" Sue said icily. "Now let go of my horse!"
"No! We're going to settle this!"
Sue looked up the hill through the snow-covered scrub and said, "Liz and Steve are coming back this way."
Looking in the direction she pointed, he spotted the two dark figures riding toward them in the light snowfall. "We should head back before this snow gets any worse," Tod told her, then as an afterthought, he went on, " ... and, I'd bet almost anything that Jim Carson left and rode back to the lodge for only one reason!"
"He said that he wasn't feeling well...."
"Like crap! He went back there to lay our host's wife ... and Liz's too damned stupid or blind to see through it!"
"You'd like to lay her, too ... wouldn't you?" Sue challenged.
"Yeah ... maybe I would! Maybe that's what I should do ... start trying to lay every broad I can ... just like you've been doing with almost anything that wears pants!"...." Or panties!"...." And, that's another thing!"
"Not so loud, dear!" she cautioned. "They're almost here!"
"I suppose she's next?"
"Who?"
"Liz!"
"Sure! Why not!"...." And, her husband, too?"
"He's nice! I could go for him!"
"You're a little bitch!"
She ignored his insult, retorting, " ... But, I'm having the time of my life!"
"You could get V.D....or get knocked-up!"
"Is that what worries you? Really? Well ... I'm careful ... and selective!" Sue told him, then asked, "is that what's holding you back?"
"Well ... ,"
"If that means yes, you can stop worrying! Kay's clean ... and I'd guess that Liz is too! ... So, why don't you have some fun! We could have a nice little foursome with the Gaines ... or you could try to make it with Liz! Wouldn't you just love to lav her? Tell me the truth!"
"The truth is ... I'd rather fuck you ... any day!"
"Damn it, Tod, I've been trying to tell you that one man can't satisfy me any more!"
"Did I ever...?"
Ignoring his loaded question, Sue hissed, "They're almost here! Do you want my permission? If you do ... you can do anything you want to do with either Liz or Kay ... or any other woman you take a fancy to ... but I'm not going to stop what I'm doing!"
Then, they both turned, wearing bright, hypocritical smiles for Liz Carson, as she arrived, riding at the side of Steve Aston.
"Hi Sue ... Tod ... anything wrong?" Liz asked.
"No, not really...." Sue was vague.
"We were just talking ... about turning back; this snow worries me ... and it's getting worse, don't you think?" Tod was talking to Liz but including the impassive guide.
"That's just what Steve was saying, too!" Liz volunteered.
"That is right! We will return to the lodge, now." Steve reined his horse around them to lead the way.
Unhesitatingly, Liz urged her own horse forward to ride beside Steve, who sat erectly in his saddle, eyes ahead, seemingly unaware of the woman who rode beside him.
"Maybe, you'd like to tell Mr. and Mrs. Banda that story you were telling me...?" Liz suggested brightly to him.
"It is a long story. They might not like it."
"Then you won't tell them?"
"Later, when we are resting at the lodge, maybe...."
He lapsed into silence and there were only the sounds of creaking saddle leathers and the soft squish of the horses' hooves in the new-fallen, wet snow. As they rode along in silence, Liz would have been surprised, had she known Steve's thoughts, seething in his mind and hidden from her behind his impassive mask.
* * *
Snuggled down between the sheets, their bodies plastered together, two pairs of hands roaming exploringly, sensually, Kay Gaine and Jim Carson enjoyed the intimate closeness, and as her hand slid down between them after a few minutes to find the half-aroused shaft of his cock, springing back to vibrant erection, she murmured, "See, that didn't take long at all!"
She threw her top leg over his hip and guided the throbbing head of his cock to her fully aroused pussy, pressuring the rigid corona up through her hair-fringed cuntal slit, until it rested directly on her clitoris; then, using her fingers she drummed it rapidly back and forth. It was stimulating for both of them, and he felt his penis grow by leaps and bounds to full-blown erection, stiff and hard, ready for action again.
Reaching down over her hip, his hand came up into the angle of her thighs from the back, his fingers searching in the moistly seeping furrow of her cunt until he found the tiny opening of her vagina. Slowly, he inserted his middle finger up into it, feeling its warm smoothness bedewed with the heated moisture of her passion. Twirlingly, he rotated his finger around and around, just inside the tender opening, changing after a moment or two to a straight in and out fucking movement. Then she was moving seductively against him, and he added a second finger to the first sawing lewdly up between her legs. For several moments, as their mouths meshed in a deep kiss, he stimulated her with intense eroticism.
Finally, Kay pulled back away from him to break the deep communion of their open-mouthed kiss to gasp, "God, Jim, a finger-fuck isn't all that much! Are you just about ready to go again...?"
"Yeah! Can't you tell?"
Appreciatively, she slid her hand up and down the turgid length of his newly resurrected shaft and cooed, "Yes, I can tell. It's just as hard and long as it was awhile ago!" With a sure movement, she slipped it up through the moist cleft of her trembling pussy to the flowered-open mouth of her cunt, where she guided the wildly throbbing head into narrow warmth of her vagina, then moving in closer to him, she captured his penis there. Now, however, she was not moving. It was only the soft wet interior of her cuntal sheath that moved as her vaginal muscles contracted and squeezed tight around him, alternately milking and relaxing around his massively swollen cock. It was a sexy feeling, new and different than anything he had ever felt, and involuntarily his long thick penis jerked and expanded out against the smooth warm walls of her vagina, and she answered it with yet another contraction.
"Keep it up now, Jim! You expand ... and I'll contract!"
He understood then; it wasn't an accident. She was actually controlling those delicious, sensation-producing milkings of his cock. Readily, he joined her, lying perfectly still, while all those crazily stimulating things were going on there deep inside her vaginal sheath.
It went on and on, the mutual, intimate caressings of their genitals, bringing them each by slow degrees of arousal to the point where neither could lie still any longer. Jim felt that familiar ache in his testicles signaling that he was more than ready ... that now, he had to fuck her. His hands were all over her, roaming at will, caressing and massaging and tweaking, while again their mouths were mashed hard together in a deep union of lips and tongues. Then with his upper hand, he was pressing his fingers into the soft pliant flesh of her moon-like buttocks, and he was pulling her in tight to him, while at the same time, his hips began flexing to move his pulsating cock slightly in and out of her rhythmically contracting cuntal sheath, perhaps an inch either way.
Abruptly, Jim freed his lips from hers, and he was kicking the confining covers off them.
"Christ!" he told her, "I can't wait any longer! I've got to fuck you ... right now!"
Then he knelt up above her as Kay turned over on her back, raised her knees high and spread her soft milk-white thighs obscenely wide to receive him.
In a way, Jim couldn't believe that it was all happening to him, as for a moment he drank in her nakedly curvaceous beauty, watching her writhe as she lay there in ecstatic anticipation waiting for him toN enter her. Her breasts, full and ripely rounded, their nipples spiking out hard and pink as rosebuds above the slightly darker areolas, held his eyes for a moment before he lowered his gaze to zero-in on her splayed-open pussy between those tapered thighs, the moist coralline flesh of her cuntal slit glistening with her readiness and beckoning him closer. The soft curls of her jet-black hair surrounded it sparsely, and as he watched, her hands came down on either side, and with deliberate lewdness she slowly pulled her vaginal opening farther apart.
"Damn!" he gasped with appreciation. "You're the most desirable woman I've ever met!"
Only a tiny mewling sound of expectancy came from her lips, as she churned her hips undulantly up toward him, letting her thighs spread open wider yet. Jim hesitated for a moment. He had the wild urge to plunge his tongue deep into her invitating cuntal mouth instead of his cock. God! How .he would have enjoyed doing that to her ... but at the same time, he knew that it was too late! It would have to wait for another time. His cock already throbbed achingly, demanding that he bury it deep in her to use it for its intended purpose..
"Oh, God, Jim ... don't make me wait! Hurry! I've got to have that beautiful cock of yours inside me, fucking me hard .,. .,like you've never fucked before! Come on, darling! Shove it in me, and fuck me right now! Fuck me!"
Her eyes were glazed with passion, and she held her arms up to him now as her hands abandoned her pussy. He crawled between her thighs and lay half on top of her, his hands smoothing hungrily over the soft silliness of her flesh, caressing her from the flare of her curvaceous hip to fullness of her mounding breasts; then his mouth searched for hers, as he kneaded and cupped, his fingers rolling her distended nipples to even harder erection. He kissed her deeply and hard, trying to do everything he knew to stimulate her further as his own lust grew, mounting with every passing moment.
Yet, he was stalling. There was an unexplainable fear in him, the fear of cumming too soon again. He was afraid that if he plunged his rock-hard cock into her now, before she was practically on the brink of her climax, he would ejaculate prematurely and fail her. Damn! I've got to wait a few more minutes ... be sure she's ready!
He mumbled into her mouth, "Kay, you're luscious. And I'm going to fuck you hard, just the way you want me to! But, I want to make sure you're ready!"
Desperately, he ground his sensitive cock-head down into the steaming crevice of her pussy, then made the swollen shaft of it lie like a huge log against her tender cuntal flesh to stimulate her even more. It came into maddening contact with the pulsing little bud of her clitoris, and he could feel her gyrate against him as mewling moans issued from deep in her chest.
The muscles of the brunette's lithe and agile body rippled under her pale white skin, and Jim gained the impression that for all of her womanliness there was a hidden strength in her beautiful body, a powerful readiness coiled like a strong spring for action .,. . sex action. He felt the tensioned strength of the sinewy cords in her thighs, and he wondered just how strongly they would grip him when he finally did ram his cock deep into her yielding belly, driving it into her without mercy and fucking her with every ounce of strength he possessed.
"Oh, God you're torturing me, making me wait like this! Come on, Jim! Fuck me! I've got to have your cock inside me ... in my cunt ... fucking me!" Kay moaned pleadingly, as she bucked up against him in acute desperation.
The kiss was broken now, and it was now that he had to act, show her he was the man she expected of him. He heaved himself up above her and choked out, "Okay, Kay, baby! I'm ready to fuck you, now!"
Reaching down between them, Mark Gaine's wife gripped and guided the blood-inflated head of his cock to her impatiently waiting cuntal opening, moist and ready for his entrance. Her body trembled from head to foot with the intensity of her passion; at the moment his pulsating cock-head was there, poised at the opening of her vagina, she moaned with relief, her body arching upward toward him to claim his hardened male-flesh which still teased tantalizingly at the open mouth of her cuntal passage.
Poised above her on hands and knees, Jim groaned in the throes of his own passion as he felt the soft, silky hairs of her pussy brushing against the sensitive head of his penis. She was already gyrating in the lewd tempo of sexual coupling, and he was so aroused now, so far gone, that he had to fuck her, right then! He sucked in air, and with a grunt flexed his hips forward, driving his aching cock deep up into her. He felt the throbbing warmth of her vaginal opening stretch wide to receive him as the blood-filled shaft of his cock slid smoothly and effortlessly up into her slippery cuntal sheath, and it absorbed him completely, accepting his turgid rod of man-flesh deep into the depths of her white, trembling belly. His cock buried itself in her, his loins crashing hard into hers and his testicles below swinging forward to smack tight up into the narrow crevice between her buttocks. With a little moan of mixed pleasure and pain, Kay involuntarily squirmed her hips back and down into the soft mattress to escape the forcefully brutal entrance into her desire-inflamed cunt ... Yet, she welcomed his animal-like thrust into her, for in the next instant she writhed up to him, expectantly, moaning, "OOOooooh, Goddddd! Finally! I thought you'd never shove it in me ... but you don't mess around when you do! I like it ... I like it!"
Then she was moving, her hungrily clasping vagina milking him as it had before, while at the same time her gyrating hips were forcing his rock-hard cock-flesh in and out of her cuntal sheath. He held himself rigid above her, unmoving as she fucked up against him wildly, insanely. It was something he had never experienced, that of having a woman so hot and aroused that she was taking the initiative in sexual coupling and actually doing the fucking! Certainly his own wife Liz would never do that! She just lay there and let him do all the work. Sensations ran rife within him, and he was sure that he couldn't hold off for very long now. Again he could feel the slow searing burn of imminent orgasm. Damn it! Where's my control? I feel like I could cum ... almost any second! It was a desperate, almost dismal feeling of impending failure! Even after she sucked me off, once, already! Christ! It's like I've got a hair-trigger!
Frantically, he was moving then, as he tried to set some kind of concerted tempo with her. He began to thrust his rock-hard cock full length into the receptiveness of her hot, slippery cuntal passage, plumbing the very depths of her; at the same time, he could feel her cuntal passage moving on him, sliding up and down the pulsating length of his swollen rod of flesh, as she fucked back at him with all the strength of her pelvis muscles, her feet planted squarely on either side of him, thighs wide-splayed and her hips bucking up against him. She was arching her back off of the mattress by several inches, and it occurred to him inanely that it was almost like riding a bucking bronco.
And, inside her wildly moving cuntal sheath, he felt those contracting muscles sucking and nibbling at him like a second tiny mouth. It was pleasurably agonizing, as his sensitive penis, starved for such sexual delights, began to expand and jerk with the beginnings of his climax. He had the insane momentary feeling that his cock was caught in the maw of an insatiable sex-machine, which threatened to suck him inside out, drain him completely. His balls tightened until they ached, and he could feel the head of his penis expanding with the sweet pain of imminent ejaculation, as he pistoned deep into her hotly slavering vagina.
Then Jim felt his loins constrict, and he knew that the dammed-up load of sperm was going to burst its confinement any moment now. God! He really was going to cum ... already! His face contorted with the anticipation of his building orgasm, but he was frantic too with a sense of impending failure to bring Mark Gaine's wife to the zenith of her climax. Christ! I'm almost ready to cum!
"Oh shit!" he said, disgust for himself and his poor performance all wrapped up in the one obscenity. "I'm ... going to cum! I ... can't ... hold back ... any longer!"
"It's okay, darling! It's okay! Just keep on fucking! Keep on ramming your cock into me ... as hard ... and as deep as you can ... and keep it up ... as long as you can!" Kay moaned up into his face. " ... And, it'll be okay! I'll cum with you! I'm almost there ... too!"
Deliberately, she pulled her thighs back until they were parallel with her body and mashed down against the softly heaving mounds of her breasts, which showed the blush of her passion. Raising her loins up to him now, and minimizing her own movements, she spread her thighs wide, scissoring them out to either side of the bed to make her clasping cunt an easy target for his deepest, lustiest, jackhammering thrusts up between her legs.
He felt it begin for him then, the combined pleasure and pain of the first jetting rush of semen beginning somewhere far back in his loins behind the base of his jutting cock.
"Goddamn! I'm cumming...! I can't ... help ... it!" he gasped.
"It's all right, damn it! Just fuck me ... hard ... but don't stop ... until you have to! Just keep on ... like this ... for just a few more strokes! Fuck hard, darling! Fuck me ... deep and hard! Fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted, encouraging him to his utmost effort.
He drove into her hard and deep, his spewing cock plunging in and out of her wildly demanding cunt, opened wide to accept everything he could give her. Like an insanely rutting boar he gored into her deeply, his sperm spurting from the slitted tip of his expanded cock-head in spasmodic gushes, a veritable torrent of rapturous lust.
Through the din roaring in his ears, Jim Carson heard himself grunting animal-like sounds from his lips, gasps of pure carnal pleasure, and he thought he heard Kay Gaine too as she cried out in ecstasy; however, for one desperate moment he wasn't sure, because his own involvement was so profound. God! Is she cumming? He was sure that he had failed her. Christ!
But then, he was aware of her body convulsing under him, and around the thick length of his still pumping cock he felt that maddeningly convulsing pussy of hers milking at him. Her loins were fastened up tight to his, imprisoning him, while her vagina contracted rhythmically and drained the final drops of his sperm from him. He was still moving inside her with slow deliberation, and suddenly he felt the complete release of his tension, as he looked down into her face and saw her lying there under him, serene, mewling and sighing her satisfaction. A heavy burden was lifted from him with the knowledge that she had cum with him ... that he had not failed her ... or himself. He felt contented satisfaction, for never in his life had he encountered a woman like Kay Gaine ... and never had he experienced a fuck like that. He was drained ... satisfied ... and fucked! He collapsed on top of her. All his strength was drained from him, and he had the feeling that he had shot everything in him right through the head of his cock ... into her vagina, or had that marvelous cunt of hers milked it all out of him? He fell on top of her heavily, and her waiting arms went around him to hug him close.
"I couldn't help it!" he blurted. "I had to cum! I couldn't wait ... any longer!" His breath came in short heavy gasps.
Then she was reassuring him, hugging him tight to her. "I came, darling! It was just beautiful ... and there's nothing to worry about! It was a good fuck! You're a good lover ... and you've got it there in that cock of yours!"
"Damn! I was afraid I'd cum too soon!"
"Don't worry, Jim. It could happen to any man! And, it makes me feel good that you're so considerate ... wanting me to cum! You'll just have to learn to relax a little bit and try not to take it so seriously. Remember, it's supposed to be for fun!"
"Yeah, I'll have to remember that...." he smiled, then rolled from on top of her to stretch out on his back beside her.
"And, don't forget, darling," Kay reminded him, "there'll be more fun, tonight."
"Yeah ... yeah, I won't forget...." His eyes closed. He relaxed and in a moment had dozed off to sleep.
* * *
CHAPTER ONE
The snow had stopped falling long before the hunting party reached the lodge. Stolidly, Steve Aston took charge of their horses as they dismounted, suggesting that tomorrow perhaps would be a better day for hunting.
"Yeah, well, we'll let you know...." Tod Banda was vague.
"It is better to start early in the morning," Steve told him."
"We'll make up our minds, later ... okay....?" Tod walked away, eager to find a hot cup of coffee and a drink.
Sue fell into step beside him, plodding through the new-fallen snow. "You don't have to treat everybody like dirt!" she hissed at him. "He probably only wanted to get things ready for us."
"Hell! He just works here. That's his job!"
"He's still a human being, and you didn't even thank him!"
"For what? Doing a job he's paid for?" her young husband flared. "Drop it! I don't want to argue with you over something like this!"
Liz stayed a moment by the horses, before following the Bandas. "Thank you for everything, Steve ... especially the story you were telling me...." She said it shyly, meaning what she said.
His face was impassive. "It was my pleasure, Mrs. Carson." He watched her walk away toward the lodge, feeling all the things every man feels for a lovely woman. She was a dream, a fantasy, but Steve Aston was a realist, also. With a sigh, he led the horses into the barn, dismissing his fantasy from his mind, for he knew that she was unattainable.
Stamping snow from her feet on the stoop, Liz followed Tod and Sue Banda into the lodge. She found them in the kitchen where Sue was already pouring steaming mugs of coffee for them.
Liz didn't go into the kitchen, heading instead for the stairway. Sue saw her and called out, "Would you like a cup of coffee, too, Liz?"
"Yes, thank you. I'll get Jim and be right down."
"I'll bet you don't find him in your room!" Tod said cynically.
Hesitantly, Liz turned back, stammering, "I don't think I understand ... what you ... m-mean...."
"He doesn't mean anything!" Sue said quickly.
"I mean exactly what I said!" Tod grated. "If you don't find him in your room, then he's got to be in someone else's! Right?"
"Such as whose?"
"Why, I'd imagine in Kay's! She's our hostess with the mostest ... and she and your husband were here alone almost all morning!" Tod leered suggestively.
The sound of an airplane engine coming in low over the lodge drowned out her reply, if she made one, for Liz was turning away, her cheeks flushing, and if there was any sound from her, it must have been a muted sob.
"That must be Mark!" Sue said enthusiastically, her face lighting up with a smile.
"Yeah! I was sort of hoping he'd fly into the side of a mountain ... or something!" Tod said with a sarcastic tone.
Sue shot him a nasty look and told him that she was going to go watch Mark land.
"Suit yourself!" Tod groused. "I'm going to fix myself a drink!"
Sue went on up the stairs. As she passed the Gaine's bedroom door, she couldn't help hearing Kay's voice. It was muffled, but she heard, Clearly: "Jim, darling, it's Mark! He's back, now ... and I think we'd better get dressed!"
OOOoohhh, God! It can't be ... true! ... But, she knew it was! Her ears hadn't deceived her ... Jim's in there with her ... and they must be ... naked! She controlled a wild impulse to throw open the door, burst in on them and berate them. Short of actually doing it, she pulled back her hand that was reaching for the doorknob and fled down the short hallway to hers and Jim's room. She held back her sobs until she was safely inside the room and sprawled across the bed. It was not like her to make a public scene. She hadn't, but it was only to delay it ... until she was alone with her husband.
Peering through the cockpit window of his plane as he overflew the primitive landing strip, Mark Gaine tried to judge just how much new snow there was on the ground. He could still see the strip itself, its rectangular outline clearly visible, but inside that smooth rectangle the snow lay so heavy that he couldn't see the wheel ruts of his former landings there. He knew the risk was great; he also knew the alternative: Head west to an improved field, land there and make his way back to the lodge by Jeep. Hell! I couldn't make it back here for two days! That would be two days of fun he'd miss. His decision was made. He would land the airplane!
Turning at the end of the runway, he flew back over it again, noting that a lone figure had emerged from the lodge; however, he couldn't be sure who it was. He remembered then that Steve had taken out a hunting party composed of the Carsons and the Bandas....So, that must be Kay ... He rocked the plane side to side, waggling the wings in greeting and saw the figure below wave at him.
Carefully, then, Gaine turned back into the wind and began to let down, keeping the nose high, so that he would make contact with the main gear first. He was skimming the surface of the new fallen snow, then, his hand on the throttle ready tensely either for full power or emergency kill of power. His wheels crunched into the snow, and for a frantic moment the airplane shuddered forward, as the wheels went deeper into the soft, wet snow; suddenly, then, he knew that the snow was too deep, as the plane's wheels plowed deeper and the-aircraft began to nose over sharply.
With a profane curse, Mark slammed the throttle forward and turned off the ignition switch, just before the nose of the plane dug into the snow and mud. Then, his plane was somersaulting to land upside down and slew crazily across the snow-covered ground. Mark was unconscious before the wreckage came to a halt at the far end of the field.
"Oh, God, Jim! Tod! Anybody! Help!" Sue stood in the door of the lodge screaming. "Mark crashed! His plane crashed!"
Then, she was running across the snow toward the now silent wreckage, her breath pumping in and out of her lungs painfully, and she was sobbing. "Oh, no! God! Please, no!"
Tod burst from the door and loped after his young wife. He was joined by Steve, who came around from the stables.
Frantically, Kay was dressing, as was Jim Carson. "God, Jim, Mark could be hurt very bad! Hurry! Hurry!" Then, together, moments later, they trailed across the field toward the wreckage, where Mark was already freed of it by Tod and Steve. Sue was kneeling over him, sobbing softly but using her training as a nurse to determine the extent of his hurts.
Kay arrived, out of breath, and flung herself down beside her husband, "Oh, God ... is he...?"
"Hurt ... pretty badly, I think!" Sue murmured, then looking up at the three men standing there uncertainly, she said, "We've got to get him back to the lodge where it's warm!"
Belatedly, Liz became aware of the accident only after Mark Gaine was carried, still unconscious, into the lodge. She heard the commotion on the stairs and came out of her room. Kay was leading the way and Liz asked with some alarm what had happened.
"Mark's plane crashed!" Kay told her.
"Oh, no!" Then, she pitched in to help, forgetting for the moment that it was Kay who had been lying with her husband only a few minutes before. Later! she told herself. I'll pick that bone with her later!
And, quite awhile later, it was Tod Banda, who walked out to the wrecked plane, examined it carefully and found that the radio had been demolished. He told the others, "That plane was our only way in and out of here ... and now with no radio, either, we're stuck here! Indefinitely!"
CHAPTER THREE
Kay Gaine, although she was very much concerned and worried about her husband's injuries and wanted very much to take care of him, as a matter of wifely duty, found herself giving way to Sue Banda, whose extensive medical knowledge and a Registered Nurse's certificate qualified her better to attend him. She withdrew graciously leaving Sue in charge of Mark, for now there were other things to worry about too.
After Tod Banda's discovery that the radio in the airplane was useless, it was necessary to prepare for an indefinite stay at the lodge. She talked to Steve.
"Can you get through to the town and get help for us?"
"It is a three day, maybe four day, ride Mrs. Gaine, but before I go, I will kill some fresh meat."
True to his word, they heard the booming report of his rifle come to them over the snow-covered stillness, and within the hour he had hung the skinned and eviscerated deer on a tree near the back door of the lodge. Then, leading a second horse, he was gone, his dark figure against the snow disappearing over the rise to the east.
Then, Kay organized them for the seige. She sent Jim and Tod for more firewood, and with Liz's help made an inventory of the foodstuffs in the kitchen, finding that they were really in pretty good shape, since Mark had provisioned the lodge well. With the addition of the venison Steve had provided there was no immediate danger that anyone would suffer from hunger, and they were snug in the warm shelter of the lodge.
Still, Liz worried. "Kay, even if Steve gets help in three or four days ... how are they going to get us out of here?"
"Well, a plane equipped with skis could land and take off, or they might come in four-wheel drive vehicles. There's a trail ... a real rough one, but a good driver could make it. I don't think we have to worry too much!" Kay was trying to be reassuring.
But, Liz was worried about something else: her husband and the availability of Mark Gaine's wife to him. To say that she was heartbroken and jealous would be an understatement; she had persuaded Jim to come to the lodge in an attempt to save their souring marriage, and this was certainly not the way she had envisioned their second honeymoon. At that point in her thinking, she considered the marriage vows inviolable, and she hadn't even considered the reasons why her husband might want to break them. Worse, she was blind to her own culpability.
"I hate this place!" Liz burst out. "I was hoping we could get away from here right away!"
They were inside the large walk-in pantry finishing up the inventory. Kay saw that she was agitated and distressed and said, soothingly, "It'll be a few days. Meanwhile we're in no danger...."
"I know that, but that's not what I'm worried about!" Liz snapped and turned toward the door of the pantry to leave. She had been toying with the idea of confronting her dark-haired hostess with the knowledge of her having been alone with Jim in her bedroom ... naked, but now that the opportunity seemed to be at hand she wanted to back away from it, thinking perhaps that with Mark's injury, Kay had quite enough to handle. Maybe with Mark hurt, she'll be so busy there won't be any chance for her to ... to get Jim alone, again.
Kay stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm and a soft query, "What's really bothering you, Liz?"
"I just want Jim and me to leave ... and be alone!"
Suddenly, Kay guessed that the lovely and petite wife of Jim Carson knew about them ... knew that they had been alone in her bedroom, and had put it all together. With a smile, she asked, "Then you're really worried about Jim aren't you?"
"No! I'm not!" Her vehement denial was as good as an admission of her real thoughts.
"You are, aren't you? Are you afraid he might begin to enjoy himself?"
"What do you mean?"
"Jim told me a little bit about you."
"What about?" Liz faced her squarely, demandingly.
"He told me enough so that I could guess how it is with you and him!"
"Oh, and how is that?" Liz spat sarcastically.
"Well, you know," the older woman smiled placatingly. "not enough activity in the sex department."
"Is that what he told you ... to get you to...?" She stopped, still unwilling to get everything out in the open.
"To go to bed with him? Is that what you were going to say?" Kay asked...." Yes...."
"That wasn't the reason I fucked with him!"
Liz was shocked at the other woman's use of that word. She'd never heard a woman use it before. She gasped.
Going on, Kay added, "No, that wasn't the reason at all! It's because I like it ... and that's more than he says for you!"
Jim's wife felt as though she had to leave now. Things were getting too personal. She wrenched her arm free and fled toward the door. Kay moved more quickly. Slamming the door shut and blocking the way, she pressed on, "So, why don't you give both of you a break, and-really learn to get turned on, Liz?"
At the same time, Kay's hands went out to the other woman to rest on her hips momentarily, before they began to slide caressingly upward. Again Liz was shocked. She turned, twisting free and gasping, "Don't!"
"Don't what...?" Kay hissed into the back of her neck as she came in behind her, her arms going boldly around the tiny, svelte figure of Jim Carson's wife and her hands cupping and massaging the ripe fullness of her breasts. "This?" Then she kissed Liz wetly on the back of the neck.
Oh, my God! She's one of THOSE women! Liz couldn't understand what was happening to her. She loathed the touch of the other woman ... but there were those delicious sensations coursing through her, seeming to emanate from the warmth of Kay's hands on her breasts and spreading with the speed of high-voltage electricity throughout her trembling body. Inside her brassiere, she could feel the tiny cones of her nipples hardening, while below her loins were glowing with warmth. She was aware of the moisture between the petals of her vaginal opening. It was all happening so quickly to her ... and she didn't want it to happen at all!
She writhed in Kay's arms attempting to escape, "Oh, no! Please...? I couldn't! I just couldn't stand another woman to ... to do things ... to me!" she moaned.
"How do you know, if you've never tried it?" Kay persisted, allowing the smaller woman to face her now, as she kept her arms tightly about her.
"It's all wrong!"
Suddenly, she felt Kay's mouth on hers, and she was being kissed soundly, erotically, the other woman's tongue slipping sinuously between her lips and teeth to probe with sensual, womanly knowledge.
Frantically, afraid of her own reaction to it, afraid that if it went on any longer, she would succumb to the sensations searing her so temptingly, Liz broke free of Kay and stumbled to the door. Clawing it open blindly, her eyes dimmed by sudden, streaming tears, she fled from the pantry, crossed the kitchen and made for the stairway, flinging after her, "I won't! I won't let you do it. Don't touch me ever again!"
Kay let her go. Smiling after her and knowing exactly what Jim's wife was feeling, she whispered, "You'll be back, little darling! You'll be back for a lot more!" She was sure getting hot pretty fast! Maybe Jim doesn't really know all about his cute little wife ... still doesn't know how to turn her on. Safe in her room, Liz flung herself down on the bed, her chest heaving with both emotion and exertion. God! I don't know what was happening to me! I was getting all hot ... just because she was touching me ... fondling my breasts and talking about trying woman love with her! Involuntarily, as she turned to lie supine, her own hands went up to cup her breasts, her fingers squeezing at the hardened buds of her berry-like nipples. That felt good, too! With an effort of will she took her hands away! No! That's wrong, too! I won't do it to myself, either!
* * *
None too willingly, Tod Banda had helped Jim Carson with the firewood, huffing and puffing as his soft pudgy body protested the unusual physical labor. Now, however, he had carried a final armload of wood into the kitchen, while Jim was putting the axes and saws away in the barn.
He stood there, arms loaded, as Liz fled; then, he dropped the wood noisily into the box. As Kay, startled, turned toward him, he said, "It sounds like you were trying to make her!"
Kay didn't really like this man; she had agreed to the couple only because she had recognized that Sue, his bride, seemed to be a likely candidate to share a bed with her and Mark. She remembered having told Mark that she'd tolerate the rotund lawyer ... even swing with them, as a couple, if she had to; otherwise, she intended to ignore him. So far, everything had been perfect ... especially Sue, who had entered their bed so willingly that first night.
Levelly, Kay replied, "That's quite an observation, Mr. Banda!"
"Just like you did with Sue!" he continued.
."Oh?"
"Yeah!" He came close and reached out to her, his arms going around her to pull her close. "And, since you swing with everyone else, when are you going to make it with me?" He ground his hardening penis suggestively against her abdomen as his hands roamed down her back to the rounded fullness of her buttocks, massaging and caressing them through the dress she was wearing.
Pulling away from him coolly she smiled, "Well, it's not going to be right now. I've got to start cooking dinner for this hungry bunch of people."
"Tonight, then?"
"Maybe." She crossed to the stove, lifted the cover of the firebox, and tossed in a couple of pieces of firewood.
"No maybe about it, goddamnit! Sue and I were talking about it, today ... and she said maybe you'd go with both of us!" That was not exactly what Sue had said, but he had extended her meaning a little to include a swinging trio of them.
" Kay understood his ploy instantly. She didn't like it, but she agreed, "That makes it better! As long as Sue agrees to it, too, I guess I'll have to say yes.
"That's more like it!" Tod was pleased with himself.
As Mark Gaine's wife crossed the kitchen to the pantry, she threw him a lewd little smile and said, "If you're so hard up ... why don't you try to make it with Liz?"
His eyes lit up with interest. "Yeah, that's a good idea, except how do I keep her husband from barging in?"
"Don't worry. I'll keep him down here with me!" she told him. "Anyway, he's hoping somebody'll turn her on!" Feeling that she would be more comfortable in a dress, Liz wanted to be doing something-anything-to make her forget having heard her husband and Kay in the latter's bedroom; especially, she wanted to blot out of her mind her own sensation-ridden reaction to the same woman who had been lying naked with him. There must be something wrong with her ... something abnormal, that makes her that way ... wanting to do it with both men and women! She shivered with revulsion, as she realized just how close she had come to letting Kay seduce her. Ugh...! But, it had felt so tingly and nice, too! It was that she didn't understand.
Quickly, she stripped off her heavy shirt and warm, long pants, and as she stood there before the mirror, she saw herself reflected back, her petite body almost elfin, perfectly formed, with a nice flat belly ... even after having borne two children. She was proud of her ability to have survived those two ordeals so well. God! I'm so tiny ... and the boys were so big when they were born! She supposed that it was something Jim would never be able to understand; why it was she had refused to have more than two children ... and why she had been so distant and cool to him, refusing his love-making on too many occasions. Oh, she took her birth control tablets regularly, but somehow she didn't trust them; then, too, she had been caught up in caring for the children, keeping a spotless house, and she was too tired at the end of her day for anything else. She just tumbled into bed, dog-tired, almost every night, finding it easy to protest on account of it or any number of other reasons that came glibly to her tongue. Jim had been understanding and sympathetic for a long time; lately, however, he had become more demanding, which had resulted in his warning: "Damn it, Liz, if I can't get taken care of properly at home, then I'm going to have to get it some other place!"
Later, he had suggested that they go away on a much needed vacation, to some place where they could be alone. The hunting safari advertised by the Gaines seemed to be perfect. "According to what Gaine told me, this place is so far out in the boondocks that the only way in is by airplane!" Jim had told her. Finally she had agreed to it. They arranged for his parents to care for the two boys ... and, here we are!
There's nothing but illicit sex going on: the Gaines and Sue Banda ... Jim Carson and Kay...! And, Kay trying something with me! Thank God neither Mark Gaine nor Tod Banda have tried to get fresh with me! She was sure that she had had quite enough heartache with the knowledge that Jim had finally carried out his threat. But, I couldn't be a part of all this! I just couldn't! I'd feel so guilty ... and so afraid!
The worst part of it was that she realized only too well the possibilities of losing Jim now. She'd have to keep him at all costs. That means I'll have to be a better wife ... and, that she knew had to involve sex ... more sex and better sex. And, I suppose I'd have to let him do some of those nasty, far-out things to me, and get into all kinds of contorted positions!
Studying her figure in the mirror, she compared herself to that woman who was threatening her marriage. She saw the proud , pertness of her breasts, small but perfectly formed, firm yet softly pliant cupped snugly in her lacy brassiere, the nipped-in reverse curve of her waist, repeated in the positive swell of her svelte hips and the soft taper of her thighs caught her attention. I've got everything she has , ... only she's just a little more gross, bigger all over! Actually, she's almost a big fat slob! It wasn't true, of course, but that was the way Liz saw her rival.
Then, she was reaching into the tiny closet to find the right dress. If she were to start winning back her husband's affection, she'd have to start dressing for him, make herself as attractive as possible, then let nature take its course.
She didn't hear the door to the bedroom open and close softly; nor did she hear the soft click of the bolt as it was shot into place. It was not until she turned away from the closet, the hangered dress in her hand that she saw him standing there close behind her.
"Oh!" she gasped. "What ... what are you ... doing here?" Reflexively, she flipped the dress around in front of her to cover her partial nakedness, her face flushing in quick embarrassment.
Tod Banda had watched her rummaging in the closet, getting a good view of her petite, yet voluptuous figure from the rear, and as she turned to face him, his eyes had devoured her. He smiled amiably at her discomfiture and said, "Don't get worked up, Liz! I saw you running away from Kay ... and I got the idea that you don't go for that lesbian stuff!"
"You're right, I don't!" Liz snapped. "And now that you know, you can get out of my bedroom!"
He came close, standing easily before her, and he saw that she was trembling; then, he took the hanger from her hand and tossed the dress to the top of the tiny chest of drawers.
Taken aback by his bold action, Liz was too flabbergasted to object, and in the next instant she found herself enfolded in his arms and crushed tightly up against his paunchy body. Then, he was hissing, "But, I've got a pretty good idea that you do go for the real thing between a man and a woman!"
She found her voice, then. "Let go of me or I'll scream for help!"
"No you won't because there'd be nobody to help you!"
"My husband!"
"Like hell!" Tod said, as his hands slid caressingly down her back to find the soft fullness of her buttocks. "He's all tied up with Kay again!"
God! It was true! The only other man in the lodge was Mark Gaine, who lay injured in his bedroom. Futilely she struggled to escape his imprisoning arms, as he reached up to fumble' with the clasps of her bra. There was no doubt at all in her mind as to his intention. He's going to rape me! The clasp was open, now, and her brassiere was practically off already. With a supreme effort, she twisted away from the pudgy lawyer and ran toward the door. He caught her easily, jerked the bra from her and propelled her toward the bed.
"Take it easy, baby! I'm not going to hurt you! That's the last thing I'd ever want to do to you!" His voice was soft.
He pushed her down onto the bed and looked down into her frightened blue-green eyes. He went on, "We're just going to have some fun with each other!"
"You mean you're going to rape me, don't you?" she whined up at him, shuddering as she pronounced the word.
Leaning over her supine form, Tod hooked his fingers into the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, and with a swift downward tug rid her of her final garment. She lay naked and cringing on the bed, attempting to cover her shameful nakedness with one forearm across her breasts, while one hand went down to cover the soft, brown curls of her pubic mound.
"Rape?" he queried. "That's the wrong word. I'm going to fuck you, yes! But, rape you? Hardly! You're going to cooperate, and that definitely isn't rape!"
Wide-eyed with fear, she watched aj the pudgy lawyer began to take off his wool shirt then unbuckle his trousers. At that instant, her vision began to dim swimmingly as her tears brimmed over and ran down her cheeks.
"What makes you think I'd ever let you?"
"Well, you know what your husband's been doing?" His shirt and trousers were off, now, and she saw that beneath the slight overhang of his paunch his penis bulged out against the cloth of his boxer-type shorts.
"Y-Yes.""
"Maybe what you don't know is that he doesn't care whether you do the same or not! As a matter of act, I understand that he'd just as soon you did. So I'm going to oblige him!"
"Jim said he wanted somebody else to ... to...?"
"To fuck you!' Tod finished. "Turn you on ... and fuck the ass off of you!"
Whatever remnant of belief she had in the possibility of saving her marriage vanished, bursting like a soap bubble before her very eyes, but leaving the very tangible reality of Tod Banda's jutting cock, long and thick and throbbing vibrantly as he divested himself of his shorts to reveal its hardened, naked state to her disbelieving and staring eyes. Oh, no! God, no! She couldn't really believe it. Jim? My husband wants me to ... to do it ... and be an adulteress...?
Liz stared up at him, her tear-dimmed eyes locking onto the pulsating shaft of his cock, seeing it massive and hard, and she knew that if she didn't do something-and soon-to avoid it, he was going to shove that horrible thing into her unwanting vagina ... and do it to her. Do it was the nearest she could come to say, or even think, of the act of copulation. To be sure, Jim, her husband, always used those words, but she had a knack for screening them out, ignoring them, as she had just now with Tod Banda.
Then he was crawling up onto the bed. Liz was still lying crosswise on the bed, and as he came to her, he growled, "Come on, Liz baby, get straight in the bed!"
She didn't move. He moved her himself, hauling her bodily into position. Then he was over her, his mouth finding hers and plastering itself wetly to her lips, as his tongue darted out to probe between them. She was holding her lips tightly together, her teeth clenched, and after a moment, he gave it up, grating down at her, "Well, hell ... kisses are a waste of time anyway!"
"You're wasting all your time!" she hissed up at him angrily. "I'm not going to let you do anything to me!"
In the back of her mind an idea began to form. She turned it around and around, considering it for a moment.-II's a way, at least of keeping him from going all the way with me! She decided in favor of it, on the instant, congratulating herself for her cleverness.
Now, the pudgy lawyer was slithering downward, his greedy hands going out to her breasts, his mouth following to capture a hardening nipple to suck. He cupped and massaged her breasts caressingly, finding them small but firm, yet softly pliant in his hands. As he nibbled on her pink, berry-like pap, feeling it elongate and harden between his lips, he was pleasantly surprised to feel Jim's wife's hand go down between them to the pulsating shaft of his rock-hard cock. Damn! He grinned to himself, pleased that she seemed to be changing her mind. That just proves the point! You can never believe what a woman tells you!
Liz found the warm, hard and throbbing rod of maleness, discovering that her fingers couldn't encircle it. It's huge! Tantalizingly, she moved her fingers around the head of it, spreading the lubricating fluid oozing from its slitted tip all around the corona making it slippery. As she did it, she felt its involuntary lurch and knew that she had given him an erotically stimulating set of sensations. Encouraged, she began to move her tiny, white hand up and down its turgid length with slow and deliberate movements. Now ... if I can only keep it up long enough....
Now, one of his free hands slid down across the flat plane of her belly and moved straight to the softly curling cushion of her pubic hair. She clamped her thighs tightly together and hoped that he wouldn't be able to find her clitoris right away.
It was a desperate game she played, in which she had decided that her best defense was an active offense. Below, Tod's hand rubbed at her genital mound caressingly for a moment before he used a finger to slide down between the fleshy lips of her cuntal slit in search of her clitoris. Deftly, Liz squirmed her hips around to thwart him, while at the same time, her own hand began stimulating the length of his cock even more, sliding boldly up and down its hard, throbbing length with ever more urgency. She felt it jerk crazily in her hand, felt its further expansion and thought jubilantly: God.' I might be able to do it!
Suddenly, Tod realized what she was doing. Why the little bitch! He raised his head and looked down at her with baleful eyes, even as his hips were flexing involuntarily in tempo with her now insanely pumping hand up and down the shaft of his cock.
"Goddamn you!" he choked. "You're trying to jerk me off, aren't you!?"
He reached down to stop her ... make her take her hand from his expanding cock, but she held it tightly, resisting his efforts to stay her stimulating hand. "Stop! Damn it! Stop!" he cried.
"No! I won't stop ... not until it shoots off!" She was desperate.
"You little bitch! You think you're pretty damned smart don't you? Well, I'll teach you a lesson!" His hand shot out, and came down hard in an open slap across her face.
"OOOOooohh!" she moaned.
It was over for her, at that instant. Her offense had crumbled into nothing, as she put a hand to her face and stared up at him, trembling again with sudden fear. Her other hand relaxed from around his hardened cock, and he was moving, pulling away from her and getting up to his knees.
He was angry and upset. "Damnit! I hated to do that to you, but you're not going to make a fool out of me!" he roared as he flung a knee over her chest and straddled her. "Now, you can suck it! Suck my cock ... all the way!"
"Oh, God! No! Don't make me do ... that!" Liz sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks now in a flood.
But, there it was only an inch from her mouth. She was revulsed with the very idea of it. Ugh! I can't do it! Before she could protest further, he had gripped her lower jaw, his fingers digging into her cheeks to force it open.
Against her will, her mouth flew open, and Tod leaned forward. His warm, smooth and rubbery cock-head slid in between her lips, and he was warning her, "Just suck it, Liz! If you try to bite my cock, by God, I'll knock your head off!"
She gagged, but he kept her head straight, holding it with both hands now, as he bored into her, shoving almost half the hardened length of his aching cock into her mouth. Chagrined at not having been able to carry through her diversion, her attempt to stimulate him with her hand to the point of ejaculation, and disgust with the act Tod was now forcing her to perform, twisted in Liz's mind like a double-edged blade. All during the seven years of her marriage to Jim she had steadfastly refused him that. Now that the tables were turned on her, and she fought against the nausea which churned in her belly, Liz wondered if this were not worse than the alternative of being raped the regular way. Ugh! That's what he's doing anyway, only he's using my mouth!
There was no escaping it now. She had to do it! The boiling rage in him, she sensed, could explode into real violence, more than just the slap on the cheek. It still stung, and she knew that her face showed the reddened imprint of his hand. Desperately, she hoped that no bruise would show.
Tentatively, experimentally, Liz hollowed her cheeks and exerted a suction on the strange presense filling her mouth.
"That's it!" His attitude was softening now. "And, use your tongue, too."
She tried it and heard his gasp of pleasure. Somehow, then, she knew that she would be able to do it, as she swirled her tongue around and around the throbbing, satin-smooth head of his cock. There was something else happening to her, too. Her throat was relaxing, and she was absorbing more and more of his thick, turgid length into her mouth and part way down her throat.
But, beyond that, the knowledge that she was giving him exquisite pleasure seemed to blunt the lewdness of it, for she felt the burning flame of her own arousal all the more. Her breasts tingled, still, from his kissing, sucking caresses, and below, between the fleshy lips of her cunt, she felt the moisture that bedewed the petals of her inner lips. Suddenly, she wondered: how would it feel ... if someone were doing the same thing ... to me? She had heard about it, of course. Jim's always been wanting to do it to me! Then she remembered: ... and, that's what women do to each other! That's what Kay wanted to do to me! God! Would I have let her? The memory of how she had responded to the other woman ... and how she had fled in panic, fearful of that reaction, afraid that she might be tempted, caromed around inside her skull.
Now, she was accepting almost all of Tod's lust-hardened male-flesh into her mouth. She kept her lips pressed tightly around its massive girth, trying to keep up a steady sucking pressure, while he rocked above her and drove his expanding cock in and out of her mouth, using it as a substitute vagina. Her mind whirled with another idea, new and pristine to her. That's it! He's using my mouth like another vagina, but there's no possibility of my getting pregnant! With this revelation, all fear and repugnance began to melt away from her, as she examined this new idea. She wasn't ready to accept it totally, as yet, but the pervading fear of another unwanted pregnancy was suddenly more remote.
She should have known that it would happen. Tod Banda's breath rasped gaspingly in his throat, as with insane force he rammed the full length of his demanding cock in and out of her mouth, rocking her head, even as he still held it in place with both hands. Suddenly, without warning he cried out his satisfaction, "AAAaagh!" And, his penis jerked violently, hosing the hot white liquid of his sperm deep into her throat.
It surprised her, forcing her to swallow hard, time after time, as his thickly spewing semen flooded into her throat. Oh, God! I didn't think about that! It was done. Tod held himself rigidly in place, his cock pumping lurchingly in her mouth, and gradually his grip on her head relaxed. "God! That's it! That's good! Oh, that feels good!"
Liz surprised herself then. She wanted to keep on sucking, wanted to lap up the very last drop of his semen, which she did, until finally the once rock-hard shaft of his penis began to soften in her mouth.
After long moments, Tod relaxed completely, and with another moan, he pulled his flaccid cock from her mouth, glistening with her saliva.
"You fooled the hell out of me!" he said, looking down at Jim Carson's wife fondly as he crawled from on top of her, swung his legs off the bed and stood up. The lawyer was reaching for his shorts. Slipping them on, he continued, "Because you made all that fuss, then you sucked me off just like you'd been doing it all the time!"
"It was the first time ever," Liz said. "The very first time." She watched him dressing, feeling an aching void and wished that he wouldn't get dressed and leave her so soon.
"Well it won't be the last, I'll bet! I'll be coming back to you doll ... for some regular fucking tonight!" He wasn't being very perceptive. Had he watched her closely, he would have seen the signs of her arousal, but something perverse in him was leading him to leave her, now that he had gotten his satisfaction.
Inside her brain, an inner voice screamed: why not now? God! If he'd only stay ... a little while longer ... and love me a little. But, she wouldn't ask him. No! She couldn't say to him: "I need it too! I want you to fuck me! I'm all aroused, now ... and if you want me, I'm yours to do with ... whatever you want!" No! She'd never be able to say things like that ... so she lay there, wanting him, needing him, and in a few moments he was dressed and looking down at her.
"It was great, baby ... and like I was saying, we'll get something going tonight ... with Sue, maybe, if you want."
"Yes ... maybe...." She felt completely let down.
He's really going to leave! She didn't need promises. It was him she wanted ... and right then, but he was blind to her need. He left her there alone on the bed, naked, aroused ... and unfulfilled.
Dry-eyed, Liz stared at the closed door in bafflement; then, as if they had a mind of their own, her hands came up to cup her still tingling breasts, caressingly, her fingers rolling her half-hardened nipples to erect attention, again.
It was another thing she had never done, but in a few moments, her hands stole down urgently to her pussy-slit, a finger sliding downward in the fleshy groove to rub at the erect and sensitive bud of her clitoris. God! I can't help it! I've got to do it!
... and, in the next few minutes, using her fingers, she came to a satisfactory climax, in spite of all of those early ingrained taboos.
Afterward, as she thought about it, turning it over in her mind, she wondered if this were not a beginning ... rather than the ending she had feared ... but, there are some things I don't understand ... and I've got so many things to learn!
CHAPTER FOUR
Sue Banda was more relaxed now; she wasn't as frantically worried as she had been when they had first removed Mark Gaine's inert, unconscious body from his wrecked plane.
After he had been moved inside and carried upstairs to his own bed, she had taken complete charge of him. There was a nasty bump on his forehead in combination with a superficial cut, which she had dressed. Then, in the privacy of his bedroom, she had undressed him completely, examining his body thoroughly for other injuries. She found a bruise on his chest and another cut on his knee. He also had a badly sprained wrist; otherwise, there were no serious injuries that she could find.
It was a real relief to her, when he opened his eyes, their pale blueness as yet unfocused as he looked about the room uncomprehendingly for a moment; then, he was stretching under the bed coverings, instinctively trying to find out how badly he may have been hurt in the crash. He remembered having been thrown forward hard against his seat belt. The plane was somersaulting and his head was banging into something ... then there was nothing but unconscious blackness until this moment.
He saw green eyes below lustrous auburn hair looking down at him. "Sue...?"
"Yes, Mark?"
"Did I total out the plane?"
"Yes."
"How about me?" he asked.
"You've had a bad bump on the head."
"No broken bones?"
"Not as far as I could tell, Mark...."
He realized then that he was naked under the bedclothes, as he slid a hand down along his bare flank.
"And, how in hell did I get here?" he asked, following it with another question. "Where are my clothes?"
"You were carried ... Steve, Tod and Jim ... and your clothes are right here! You won't need them for a while, though; you've got to stay in bed and rest!"
"Who said so?" Mark struggled to sit up; as he did so, he felt the sledgehammer blow of pain in his head.
"I did, Mark! I'm a Registered Nurse ... and I'm taking care of you!" Sue told him, pressing back on his shoulders to settle him down against the pillow.
"Hey! That's great!" he grimaced, reaching up to pull her down on top of him, his arm tight around her.
"You know, darling, you're lucky to be alive...." She snuggled into his arm. "And, you really should rest ... since you did get the knock on the head...."
"Well ... if I'm alive ... nothing broken or cut up, then I might as well live a little ... right?" A hand slid down her back to caress the soft, pliant moon of a buttock. " ... And, I know the exact prescription that'll make me get well fast!" He pulled her head down and his lips captured hers, for a moment.
Sue writhed free of his embrace, broke the kiss and sat up primly. "Really, Mark ... is that all you can think about?"
"It's a damned good subject to think about any time!" he countered.
"Well, this isn't the best time ... and good medicine says that you shouldn't be doing anything active for at least twelve hours!" she explained.
"Hogwash!" he ridiculed. "I feel okay except for one hell of a headache!" Then, with a sly smile, he added, "I could be passive ... if you wanted me to be ... and if you wanted to ... ,"...." What...?" She knew, of course, but wanted to avoid it, if she could, not because she didn't want to but because she knew what was best for him.
"Suck me off!" He said it bluntly.
Tod Banda's wife looked down at him, fondness and concern both showing in her eyes and spreading over her finely formed face. "Mark ... you know I'd love to! You don't know how much I've thought about you ... while you were gone ... and how much I was looking forward to the next time with you. You really turn me on ... but it's really wiser, if you rest, now! Later on ... MMmmmmmnnnn ... it'll be different! Wild horses couldn't keep me away from you!"
"Okay, nurse ... you win! I'll rest for a while ... then nothing will keep me away from you, either!" He settled down, relaxing into the softness of the mattress. As an after thought he asked, "Kay? Is she okay...?"
"Yes, she's just fine. Right now, she and Liz are finding out how much food we have ... and she sent your guide for help."
"Why? There's the radio in the plane...."
"It's useless, Mark!"
He turned the information over in his mind for a moment. Smiling then he said, "Well ... everything's been taken care of ... almost!"
In a few moments he was sound asleep.
Sue looked around, found a new novel by a popular woman writer with a reputation for not pulling punches and curled up in the comfortable leather chair beside the bed to read. She'd tell Kay, later, about the fact of his minimal injuries ... but for now, she decided, she would be a ltttle selfish. I haven't had him alone yet!
* * *
Jim Carson came in through the rear door of the lodge into the kitchen where Kay was busily preparing the evening meal. He stamped wet snow from his boots and swept his eyes over her figure, very much liking what the saw.
Mark Gaine's wife glanced over her shoulder at him, giving him a smile of greeting but went right back to her mixing of the flour biscuits she was preparing.
Coming in behind her he slid his hands in under her arms and reaching around cupped a soft breast in eith hand. She shivered as he kissed the back of her neck.
"Your nose is cold Jim! Burrrrrr!"
"I'm just trying to get warmed up!" He burrowed his face into her lustrous black hair.
"Why don't you try a drink and stand next to the fire!" she suggested.
"You're putting me off...?
"I have to, for a while ... otherwise everybody will go hungry!" She told him, turning in the circle of his arms and threatening him with her flour covered hands.
Jim retreated with a grin and stood by the cookstove to absorb its warmth.
"Where is everybody...?" he queried.
"Do you really want an answer to that, darling?"
"Well, yeah ... I thought Liz was helping you "She was."
"But, she isn't now?"
"No."
"Is she in our room, then?"
"Yes."
"Well, I guess I'll go up and see how she is. There isn't anything wrong is there?" He was already headed for the door to the living room.
Kay stopped him with a warning. "Don't go up there right now, Jim!"
"Why?" He came back into the kitchen.
"Because Tod's up there with her!"
Jim stared at her hard, disbelieving it for a moment; then unreasonable rage surged through him. "I'll be damned! I'll tear him apart!"
He was already turning and charging blindly toward the living room. Kay moved fast, blocking his way. "Jim! Don't be a damned fool!" she hissed. "Isn't that what you wanted? If you start some kind of trouble ... get into a fight with him, it ruins it for everybody ... but it Tod can turn her on, get her to go with him, we all swing ... together!"
Reason returned to him as he listened to her urgent plea.
"Anyway," Mark Gaine's wife was going on, "your wife was the only holdout ... so give Tod a chance! Let him lay her if he can. It'll make it better for you ... and for all of us! Believe me ... it only takes one partner objecting to what's going on to ruin a whole swinging scene!"
"Okay! I get it!" Jim agreed. "But for a second there, I just couldn't stard the thought of another man fucking my wife!"
"You'll have to!" she told him. "It's one of the hardest things for Baby Swingers to learn!"
Jim Carson shot a look up the stairs and wiped a trembling hand across his face. "Yeah, you're right! I think I'll have that drink. I need it!"
He headed for the liquor cabinet. Kay watched him, heaving a sigh of relief; then she returned to the kitchen glad that one small crisis had been averted.
* * *
Sue had read for perhaps forty-five minutes while Mark slept. The author, writing from a woman's point of view, yet putting in all the details, had recounted how it was ... how it felt to be a woman, a sensuous, hot-blooded woman, fully aroused and lying beneath a man as he pounded hard man-flesh deep into her receptive vagina. It was all there complete to the last minute detail, and as she read on, avidly, Sue couldn't help projecting herself into the story, seeing herself so much like the protagonist and living the scene with her.
Then she stopped reading as her own memories crowded in on her of that first night here in the lodge with Mark and Kay Gaine. It had begun even before they had landed at the lodge. She and Kay had sat together in the rear seat of the plane, and it wasn't long before they found their common interest. They chatted about many topics, but when Kay's hand had cupped and fondled her breat, Sue knew and understood what she had only suspected up to that point. Her own reassuring caress had brought their heads together for a furtive kiss. Kay's whispered invitation had surprised her though. "How would you like to make it with both Mark and me ... tonight...?"
Before her marriage to Tod a year ago, Sue had had sordid little affairs with both a woman and a man ... separately, and she was a little surprised at Kay's offer. "Both of you ... at the same time?" she had asked.
"Yes! It's a lot more fun that way!"
And, it was! Sue still thrilled remembering how uninhibited she had become, as she had lain on their bed, her body sensation-packed, aroused beyond all control by Kay's mouth licking and sucking at her pussy ... and then Mark had fucked her, his massive cock bringing her to two soaring climaxes, while she had, in turn, used her mouth on Kay.
God! It made her hot just thinking about it. It bothered her that her young husband Tod had taken such a hard-nosed attitude toward her declaration of sexual freedom for herself. I think it'd be an awful lot of fun for both of us ... if he'd just loosen up and decide to swing, too! In a tight interpretation of the word Sue hadn't been swinging before, but the Gaines had explained a good deal of it to her. She embraced their ideas readily, making up her mind, on the spot, as to her own future ... And, when we get back home ... if Tod still feels the way he does now, I'll find another man to take his place! I'll go to every party I can ... and according to what Mark and Kay told me there are plenty of them going on all the time!
Mark stirred and wakened. Instantly, Sue was there beside him, looking down at him with a smile. "How do you feel, Mark?"
She reached out to touch his forehead, found it cool to her touch and heard him tell her that he felt great.
"Your headache?"
"Gone!" Then, with a lewd grin, he told her, "I think it just slipped a little."
"Do you mean?"
"And, I think there's a little fever, too!"
Quickly he kicked the covers down to the foot of the bed, and he lay there naked, hard muscled and lean, his pale blue eyes amused with her involuntary gasp of awe, as his hardened penis lurched, standing up straight and yearning from the blond hairiness of his loins.
"See what I mean, nurse?"
She liked Mark Gaine's bantering ways, the lightness with which he treated things, in sharp contast to Tod's darkly forbidding approach. She fell in with his joking invitation.
"Yes, I do see what you mean!" She reached out to take the throbbing thickness of his penis into her hand. "There's definitely a
temperature."
"You've got to do something about it, nurse!"
"Well," she grinned, kidding him back, "I could bathe it in cold water to take down the swelling!"
"Sadist!" He reached for her then, as he sat up in bed, and pulled her down to sit beside him. "There's only on thing that'll cure this!"
He kissed her hard, his tongue lashing deep into her mouth to taste and savor the moist sweetness, while has hands began to unbutton her shirt.
She kissed him back, enjoying every moment of it, and when her shirt was opened and his hand cupped her brassiere-clad breast caressingly, erotically maddening electric sensations charged through her slim, willowy body. She wanted him, then, wanted him to take her passionately, with his long, hard cock raging deep up into the yearning softness of her belly, but she wondered seriously whether she should let him ... whether it was best for him. Fucking required energy, energy which he might not have, regardless of what he might think.
Tactfully, she ended the kiss and said, "Mark darling ... don't you think it'd be better, if you just take it easy and let me take care of you ...?"
"I was thinking that you wouldn't get much out of it," he said.
"I'll use my hand on myself while I'm doing it! Okay?"
He was reluctant but agreed, "All right ... if you're sure ... but I want you naked, just in case. I might change my mind."
Sue leaned forward as he pulled off her shirt then unhooked the snaps of her brassiere. Removing it, she tossed it on top of her shirt on the seat of the chair. Before she could rise, his hands captured both of her heavily mounded breasts, covering them and cupping them upward, her nipples erect and spiking out into the palms of his hands. Then he was rolling them between thumbs and forefingers, and her breath began coming sharp and raspy, as her sensitive skin responded to his caresses. It had always been that way with her. Her breasts, full, high and finely formed, wide-spaced on her chest, were the true gateway to her sexuality. More often than not a caressing touch of them caused her to become fully aroused almost instantly, it seemed. She mewled deep in her throat to him, "You'd better let me go, or I'll be changing my mind."
Lithely, she twisted her body away from him, freeing her tingling breasts from his stimulating hands and standing up beside the bed as she removed her tight-fitting men's jeans.
Mark lay back and watched her as her long slim thighs were revealed to him, their sleekly tapered and svelte contours making his hands itch to touch them, caress them, and his throbbing cock ached to be plunging up into her receptive pussy nestled there softly between them. Then, with an undulant little wriggle of her hips she stripped off her panties. Mark whistled appreciatively as she turned and crawled up on the bed, his eyes devouring all of her milk-white body, accented by the coning pink peaks of her nipples and the dark auburn hair of her pubic mound, but her own eyes concentrated on the spearing lance of his cock cleaving the air above him.
Kneewalking into the angle of his legs as he parted them, Sue crouched above his loins, one of her hands going out to grasp the massiveness of his rock-hard penis. Her fingers closed only part way around it, and drftly she worked the heavy foreskin of his cock back over the smooth rubbery head, feeling its fiery pulsing in her palm.
"I still don't see how you do it!" she said almost inaudibly.
"Do what, Sue?" Mark queried looking down the length of his torso at her.
"After the way you were banged around in that plane crash!"
"I'm lucky, I guess ... and I'm just naturally horny most of the time!" His face wore a happy grin.
Sue's other hand was busy now as she cupped his sperm-bloated testicles and caressed them gently. He was sure then that in a moment or two the honeyed moisture of her mouth would slip down over the clamoringly demanding head of his cock as it jerked in her hand and swelled expectantly.
Her head came down to it, her tongue darted out wetly from between her lips to lick all around the pulsating head, the tiny tip of her tongue occasionally attempting to squirm its way into the slit in its tip. Mark gasped his delight as her tongue then concentrated on the senstive. blood-filled ridge on the underside of his penis. Involuntarily his hips flexed, driving the lurching shaft of his cock through her lightly gripping hand. Then, to his surprise, she was moving her tongue downward along the underside of its lust-thickened length, until she opened her mouth wide and took the whole of one of his aching testicles up into her mouth.
Damn! It felt good! Automatically, he brought his knees up a little and tilted his pelvis upward, as he felt her sucking on his ball, and then he felt her searching finger sliding back farther, until it was pressing teasingly against the tiny puckered opening of his anus. She kept her finger there as he squirmed against it, feeling the erotic sensations of it surge into his seemingly forever expanding cock-shaft.
"Christ!" he breathed, his breath rasping in his throat, as now he felt her release that testicle only to pay court to the other in the same lewd way; meanwhile her hand gripping the shaft of his hardness milked at it rhythmically. He was sure that no woman he had ever known-and he had known many-had generated such exquisitre pleasure for him. "You really know how to turn a man on!" he said.
He knew that she heard, as he looked down to see her lustrous auburn head moving affirmatively up and down; then, she was licking him again, her moist tongue doing erotic things again, strumming back and forth across the sensitively tuned cord just below the throbbing head of his cock on its underside.
"AAAaaaaaggggghhhhh!" Mark Gaines groaned with inordinate relief as Sue's mouth came down over the almost ready to explode head of his wildly pulsing cock, her ovaled lips slipping over the tender male-flesh firm and tight, while inside her mouth, her tongue swirled tantalizingly around his swollen cock-head like a carrousel out of control.
Then, as her head began a slow bobbing up and down the turgid shaft of his penis, Sue Banda stopped her caressing stimulation of his balls, and that same hand stole down to her moistly ready pussy. With the same slow deliberate tempo her fingers massaged the tiny, desire-hardened bud of her demanding clitoris. She was willing to gain her own satisfaction in that manner while giving her utmost to Mark Gaine. Actually, it was not quite as satisfactory to her as a tantalizing tongue-either a man's or a woman's, but she always gained exquisite pleasure that way. It seemed to her that she always had, for she was hard put to remember a time when she hadn't been able to bring herself to a soaring orgasm.
* * *
Taking his drink to an easy chair near the fireplace, Jim Carson tried to sort out his feelings about his wife Liz, knowing that another man was in their bedroom with her doing what he so infrequently did himself, lately. Not by my choice, though! By hers! It was true that he had told Kay he hoped somebody would get next to her and turn her on, but now that it was happening, it was all he could do to remain seated in his chair and maintain some semblance of calm. His imagination ran wild, wondering how she was acting with Tod Banda. Damn! Do you suppose he could really make it with her? A feeling of jealousy, mixed with his temporary feeling of inadequacy raged through him. torturing him, as he thought: ... And, if he does fuck her ... where does that leave me, her husband? I live with her, and I can't get to first base more than half the time! Christ! if she takes him on ... I'll break her neck!
By the time he was nursing his second drink, he had finally come around to thinking that perhaps Tod Banda was really performing a valuable service for him; especially, if he was able to make it with Liz. Hell! Maybe she'd even get turned on enough to start swinging! He doubted it, but it was a kind of nice thought.
Suddenly, he realized that as he had sat there drinking and thinking, he had been unconsciously listening, straining to hear any sound coming from above, which might tell him something of what was going on up there. The palms of his hands were wet with tense sweat, and he found that he was sitting bolt upright, his body wound up tight like a coil spring. Consciously, then, he forced himself to sit back relaxed in the comfortable chair. He took a healthy draft of his drink and told himself: Hell! I've just got to let nature take its course! She hasn't kicked him out yet! Again, he tried to conjure up a vision in his own mind, in which he tried to picture his lovely wife lying under Tod Banda's pounding cock, her thighs spread obscenely and taking all he could give her. Somehow, the scene wouldn't jell in his mind's eye; he was always seeing himself raging deep up into his wife's tightly sheathing cunt. Then, below, he felt the blood pound into his cock's shaft, its tumescent length throbbing there inside his pants reminding him of how long it had been since he'd fucked his own wife. Goddamn it! That's what he wanted more than anything else! It was his own wife he wanted to fuck!
Then, his finely attuned ear heard the tread of boots along the hallway upstairs. He listened intently, knowing that it had to be Tod Banda. There was the sound of a door opening and closing followed by relative silence. Well ... Tod must have gone back to his own room! That means Liz is alone!
He'd do it, he decided. He'd go up there and fuck her half silly ... ,right now! The little bitch! Draining his glass he bounded up the steep stairs, wondering vaguely how he'd feel going into her, knowing that another man had just spilled his sperm into her cunt ... that she would still be naked and snuggled warmly down into their bed, the afterglow of sex still in her, as her body relaxed and savored the new experience.
Jim was passing the closed door to the Gaine's room,, when he heard the unmistakable voice of his host say, "YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO TURN A MAN ON...!" He stopped and turned back to stand quietly by the door for a moment. Then, there was a short silence followed by a groan, which he recognized instantly as a man's moan of pleasure. "AAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" ... And, there was only one possible woman, who could be giving him that sexual satisfaction: Sue Banda! Tod's wife!
His idea changed suddenly. It'd be one hell of a lot of fun to make it with the wife of the man, who just banged my wife! Idly, he wondered what would happen if he just went in here and made himself part of a swinging trio. He knew, now, all about the Gaines, and he knew, also that Sue had been one of the participants in a three-way orgy with them that first night. I'll bet she'd welcome it! Knowing that he was taking a chance of being rejected but willing now to dare it, he grasped the doorknob and twisted it quietly. The door opened a crack, his avid eyes glancing through the slit to take in the erotic scene on the bed. Sue, he saw, was crouched down between Mark Gaine's long legs and although he couldn't actually see what she was doing, her position and the bobbing of her head above his loins made it obvious. He was looking directly at the rounded white moons of her voluptuously sculpted buttocks, and below the sparse, auburn hair surrounding the fleshy lips of her pussy was clearly visible. He gaped for a moment, as he saw that one of her hands was down between her thighs, her fingers rubbing hotly into the furrow of her cunt. Below, inside his pants, his throbbing cock lurched with further excitement. I'II be damned! She's sucking him off and playing with herself, at the same time! He knew then that it would be all right. All he had to do was offer her something better than her fingers. And, I've got it, by God. right between my legs!
Softly, Jim Carson opened the door. Forgotten was his determination to fuck his own wife. Tod Banda's wife was right there before him, vulnerable and possibly even more receptive. God! He couldn't wait to bury his cock in her!
Mark Gaine saw him come through the door and guessed what he had come for as he noted the lurching bulge in Jim's pants.
"Welcome to the party, Jim," he said amiably.
Carson came into the room and stood beside the bed, looking down towatch Sue's mouth lewdly absorbing and re-absorbing his host's turgid cock. As she heard his name spoken, Sue stopped with a little startled Oh! her mouth coming off the head of Mark's penis to look up at him. "Jim! What...?"
The younger man's hands were already reaching out to smooth caressingly along the satiny-white skin of her back, and her eyes on a level with his cock, bulging out against the cloth prison of his pants told her more graphically than words the reason for his being there; even so, a pink flush colored her cheeks as she shivered under his caressing hand.
He was there touching her now, his hand cupping the magnificently rounded moon of one of her buttocks. Boldly, Jim forged ahead, saying, "I've got something a lot better than your hand for you!"
Quickly, instinctively, Sue reacted, removing her hand from between her legs and feeling a tinge of embarrassment about it that she hadn't felt for a long time. "You mean ... you want to fuck me...?"
"You're damned right I do!" he told her, his hand going down, now, to the soft moist flesh of her vagina, his middle finger slipping up inside to move twirlingly just inside the opening.
Exasperation in his voice, Gaine grated. "Damn it ... ,do we have to have a summit conference about whether you do or don't? Get your cock out and start giving it to her! She'll love it, won't you, Sue...?"
Before she had a chance to answer, Mark's strong-fingered hands were there reaching for her head and guiding it downward toward the desperately yearning head of his cock. Her lips parted automatically, ovaling to accept the red-velvet corona into her mouth: Then, as Gaine guided her head in its bobbing course up and down the pulsating length of it, Jim Carson saw and felt the undulation of her hips back against his teasing middle finger, which told him in body language that her answer was Yes!
It took him all of fifteen seconds to strip off his clothes. Then he was climbing up on the bed behind Tod Banda's young auburn-haired wife, excitement rising in him almost to the bursting point.
With trembling hands he reached out to her again, reveling in the warm silkiness of her flesh, as his hands massaged her full-mooned buttocks, his eyes raking over the reverse curve of her nipped-in waist and the long smooth expanse of her back showing the outlines of her ribs and backbone slightly under the mile-white, almost translucent skin.
The aching throb of his cock reminded him of his fear of coming too soon. This time, damn it ... I'm going to make sure! I'll have her ready to explode before I ever shove it in her!
Using the strength of his arms, Carson hauled Sue up from her crouching position, until her buttocks were waving obscenely high in the air, and his hands ran down over the soft taper of her thighs on the outside. Then he was crouching down behind her, his hands working up the soft inner flesh towards her excitedly waiting pussy. As he approached the apex, Sue shifted her weight slightly and parted her legs to allow him full access to the moistened opening nestled there, waiting none too patiently for his ministrations. Her pelvis gyrated back toward him in a further urgent invitation.
Jim uttered a groan of anticipation for the one thing he had always wanted to do with his own wife Liz, but which she had consistently refused him; now undulating before his avid gaze was the moist, coral-pink pussy of Sue Banda, who offered it to him without question. His fingers were there spreading the fleshy lips of her cunt apart to reveal the inner petals all bedewed with ready moisture, the tender flesh of her cuntal opening beckoning to him like a lighthouse as his eyes focused at close range like one hypnotized. God! He stretched his neck forward the short distance and his tongue lashed out sinuously to bury its pointed tip deep into the moist warmth of her vaginal passage. Gratefully, he inhaled the heady feminine perfume of her loins and reveled in the tang of her interior secretions on his tongue, while below, between his legs, his cock jerked with anxious excitement.
Using his tongue as a substitute penis, Carson thrust it in and out of Tod Banda's wife's undulat cunt. He felt the erotic shock of the electric contact in her body and knew that she felt it ... and was enjoying it. Actually, it was exactly what she wanted ... what she had hoped he would do to her. An animal-like mewl of pure sexual pleasure emanated from deep in her chest, its sound muted by the presence of Mark Gaine's thick and lengthy cock in her mouth.
Then Jim began to swirl his tongue around and around just inside her cuntal opening, alternating the direction from time to timj and feeling the silken sheath of her cuntal mouth seeming to clasp tightly around him. He kept on doing it ... until he heard her voice gasp, "My clitoris ... Jim! Lick it! Suck...."
Mark's irritated voice; "Come on! Keep on sucking my cock!" Her last word was cut off as the big raw-boned lodge owner forced her mouth down over his upthrust cock again.
Quickly Jim shifted his attention to Sue's throbbing clitoris, mentally kicking himself for not remembering to stimulate her properly from the beginning. Now his tongue licked wetly at the vibrating little shaft of her miniature phallus. Her outright groan of ecstasy told him of her passion, and he redoubled his efforts, his tongue beating a tantalizing tatoo directly on the tiny sensitive pleasure-bud. All the while, her loins ground back against his mouth with demanding urgency.
As he lay there, Mark Gaine guided her head up and down the shaft of his now clamoring cock, his firm hands on either side of her head signaling the increasing tempo. Almost mesmerized, he watched her face as all but a tiny stretch of his hardened man-flesh disappeared between the young girl's lips and thrust deep into her throat; then as it reappeared on the upward bob of her head, glistening with the wetness of her saliva, her tongue rotated teasingly around its expanding head, the racing sensations being produced in him driving him ever closer to his exploding point of ejaculation. Her face, he saw, was contorted with passion, and he sensed that she, too, was already nearing the summit, that she was needing a final stimulation that would rocket her into the apogee of orgasmic orbit.
Glancing down toward Jim Carson, he saw that the younger man was still crouched down behind her, his tongue busily slavering away at her gyrating pussy.
"For Christ's sake, jm!" he swore. "She's ready to fuck ... can't you see? Use that cock of yours the way it was intended!"
"Okay! Okay!" Jim felt some irritation at his host's direction, and feeling the need for some explanation, as he came in behind her, the lance of his cock nudging up towards her vaginal mouth, he said, "I wanted her to be as hot as a firecracker ... before...."
"Shut up ... and fuck her! Right now!" Mark growled.
Then, as his pulsating cock's head eased forward, and he was reaching down to grasp and guide it into her, Sue's tiny, tapered hand was there already, lending it deftly to the searingly needful void of her cuntal passage ... a void that had to be filled with hard man-cock!
His own groan of passion gurgled deep in his throat as Jim flexed his hips and drove the vibrantly pulsating shaft of his cock all the way into Tod Banda's wife's cunt in one, long, smooth thrust that ended only with the solid slap of flesh on flesh; then with insanely powerful thrusts he began to saw in and out of her moistly warm cuntal sheath. He held her solidly in place with both hands on her hips, as he buffeted her from behind, fucking her with animal-like vigor and hoping that this time the woman he was fucking would explode into orgasm well ahead of his own usually quick ejaculation.
Now, there was a concert of rhythmic action established among the three of them, and they played at an ever-increasing tempo, their bodies responding to the senations coursing through them in seemingly never ending waves of ecstatic rapture.
Liz Carson was dressed, now, and she had regained her composure. There was. one thing she knew for sure: She was not going to lose her husband. When, she found him downstairs, she was determined that she would do everything she could to let him know how she felt, that she was having a change of mind ... and that she wanted him, in the worst way. Putting on a smile, she tested it in the mirror, before she left their room. I've just got to keep him ... and I'm going to let him know that I'll go to bed with him ... and start learning to be the kind of sexy wife he wants me to be! I'll even let him teach me about some of those far-out things he's always talking about!
Leaving the bedroom and walking down the short hallway, Liz paused at the door she knew was the Gaines' room. She had been much concerned about their host's injuries, and on impulse she decided to look in on him, ask Sue Banda about his condition and offer a cheery word to the injured man.
She was just about to rap on the door, when the thought struck her that Mark might be sleeping. Softly, she opened the door to peek into the room, first.
To say that she was totally unprepared for the scene she witnessed would beg the question. Liz was horrified!
There on the bed she saw Sue Banda being buffeted from behind by her husband, Jim, his penis sliding in and out of Tod's young wife like a jackhammer ... while her mouth was filled with the massive cock of Mark Gaine. All three were oblivious to her presence.
Liz's hopes as well as her heart were dashed into a thousand pieces. Instantly, tears welled into her eyes, dimming the orgiastic scene.
"Jim!" she screamed. "Why...? Why? WHY?"
Just at that moment, Jim felt the convulsive shiver in Sue signaling the beginning of her orgasm, and back behind the roots of his slaving cock, he felt the acid-like burn of his own ejaculation beginning.
Dazedly, he glanced over his shoulder at his wife, standing in the doorway, distraught and tearful. There was no power on earth or in heaven that could have stopped him, and telling her why just then would have been impossible too.
"Because...!" he choked. He was cumming.
Only moments before, Mark, too, had reached his climax. His hips were thrusting up at Sue's mouth in the final throes of ejaculation when Liz had walked into the room. At that point he could care less; he was enjoying the exquisite sensations of it.
And, Sue, soaring into orbit at that moment was oblivious of everything. Her orgasm, powerful and complete left her with glazed eyes and ears that would not hear as she reveled in the wonderful sensations racing ecstatically through her.
Slamming his exploding cock deep into Sue Banda's exquisitely milking cunt for one final thrust, Jim Carson hung onto her as his hot, white sperm raced through him to spew deep up into the moist confines of her cuntal sheath. Right then, he too couldn't concern himself with the fact of his wife's presence.
Liz turned and fled back to her own bedroom, the awful vision of her own husband fucking another woman burned deep into her mind. She didn't know what to do. She had handled it so badly, bursting into tears and shouting at him. God! What do I do now? What can I do...?
CHAPTER FIVE
The pudgy lawyer, Tod Banda, after having forced Liz Carson to fellate him, had gone to his and Sue's bedroom down the hall, roundly cursing himself for a bungling fool when it came to sex. The truth should have been obvious to him; it was his very lack of finesse, his atrociously crude approach coupled with practically no technique at all, which had been surely driving his bride Sue away from him and into the arms of other men, as well as to experimentation with lesbian sex. Now, this failure with Liz-so far his one and only attempt to bed another woman-stung him to the core.
He reviewed it all in his mind and decided that he had forced the whole thing with Liz from the beginning. Maybe I should have soft-talked her into it, kissed her, played with her tits and cunt ... and then used my mouth on her cunt to make damned sure she was ready! "Christ! That's it! I should have realized that a long time ago!" he muttered to himself, slamming a fist into a palm.
Breaking out a bottle of Scotch from his luggage, he toasted himself, drinking from the gurgling neck of the bottle. "Here's to the new Tod Banda, who's going to lick his way up in the world of cunt!"
After fortifying himself with another neat belt from the bottle, Banda left his room, and just as he stepped out into the hallway, he found himself watching a tense, dramatic tableau through the open door of the Gaine's room directly across the hall. Liz Carson stood there horrified as she watched her husband Jim pounding his cock deep into the lawyer's wife's cunt, fucking her from behind, animal-fashion, while Sue, in turn was bobbing her head up and down their host's massive length.
Tod felt a stab of jealousy too. It was the first he had ever actually seen his wife screwing with another man. It was all he could do to restrain himself ... to keep from rushing into the midst of the lewd orgy and tearing them apart. Somehow, he knew that it would be the wrong thing to do. His year-old marriage to Sue was already hanging in the balance; a scene now would kick it over the brink into dissolution. Swearing under his breath, he clenched his fists and watched helplessly.
Liz was screaming, "Jim! Why? Why? WHY?"
And, her husband, barely noting her presence, deep in his own ecstatic passion, answered with a choked, "Because!"
Then, the older woman was rushing blindly out of the bedroom, and Tod drew back as she rushed past him back toward her own room. He saw how emotionally wrought up she was, her heartbreaking sobs coming from deep in her soul, and he knew that after having witnessed the scene in the Gaine's bedroom, Liz would be vulnerable, ready to do almost anything to avenge it. He stared at the Gaine's door, which Liz had slammed shut after her as she made her headlong flight. What he had seen behind that door was etched into his mind also. The little bitch! I'll take her up on what she told me this morning! From now on ... every woman I meet is going to be fair game!
He was on the point of following Liz down the hall and into her room, when the thought occurred to. him that perhaps right then wasn't the best time to approach Jim's wife. Hell! Maybe she ought to stew a little first! It'll be easier to get next to her, later on! The fact is that Tod had never been able to handle a woman's tears. He just didn't know how to act, didn't know what to say. It was the one thing that tied up his glib lawyer's tongue .-. .so he hesitated.
Kay appeared at the head of the stairs, her usually serene face showing concern. Spotting the rotund lawyer still standing in the open door of his and Sue's bedroom, she asked, "What in the world's happening up here? I heard doors slamming and somebody crying."
"That was Liz."
"What happened? Do you know?"
"She just got a hard lesson in the facts of life!" His eyes bored into the closed door across the hall.
Her discerning gray-green eyes followed his gaze.
"Do you mean ... Mark was...?" she began. "But, that isn't possible! Mark's hurt!"
"Not that bad, I guess! Both he and Jim are in there ... with my wife!" he choked sourly.
"And, she saw them ... Liz, I mean?"
"Yeah! She saw them all right!"
Kay was already hurrying down the passage toward the Carson's room. "I'll have to see her and talk to her!" she breathed as she brushed past the lawyer.
"Wait a minute!" he called out to her. She was already disappearing into the Carson's bedroom, leaving him standing alone.
"I'll be damned!"
Tod Banda had missed his chance and knew it. He turned and went back into his room, uncorked the bottle of Scotch and drank another scalding mouthful of the potent whiskey. Christ! He was disgusted. Hell! There's nothing left to do but get drunk!
* * *
Kay found the distraught Liz curled into a ball in the middle of the bed sobbing and sniffling in her misery. Sitting down on the bed, the older woman stretched out a hand to smooth consolingly along Liz's shoulder. Her voice was low, full of sympathy. "You know, Liz, this could be the beginning of something very exciting for you and Jim ... if you'll let it...."
"Oh, Kay!" Liz sniffled, trying to stop her tears as she sat up on the bed and found herself suddenly enfolded in the other woman's embrace. "I don't see how you can say it's the beginning of anything. It's the end ... because Jim doesn't love me any more! H-He was ... in your room ... doing it ... to Sue Banda!"
"Listen, honey ... when a man strays, he's trying to tell you something ... and it's up to you to do something about it!" Kay told her, her hands roaming soothingly and caressingly over the other woman's smaller, petite body. "He's telling you that he's not getting what hee wants ... not being satisfied with what he is getting! Anyway, most men are not really one-woman men. They like variety!"
Knowingly, Kay's hand caressed and massaged her breasts, now, and Liz felt the same tingling arousal she had experienced before; now however there was no fear attached to it. She wanted to be petted a little by the older woman, almost as though she were a little girl, again, crawling up into her mother's lap to have a small hurt kissed away. Liz thought about what her hostess was saying.
"He's more like a tomcat!" Liz said scathingly. "First you ... then Sue!"
Kay's fingers found the zipper at the back of Liz's dress and lowered it; then, she was unhooking the bra snaps in back as she went on talking earnestly. "The thing of it is that most women are that way, too ... but they don't realize it!"
"I'll never believe that!"
"The majority of women never get a chance to find out!" Kay said softly, as her hand went into the back of Jim's wife's dress smoothing along the satiny flesh and coming up under her loosened brassiere to cup caressingly the nakedness of a firm but softly pliant breast. Liz gasped as she became aware for the first time that her hostess, who was one of those women-in her mind-was undressing her ... trying to seduce her.
"Kay! What...?"
"But, you're getting the chance to find out!" Kay murmured in her ear. "I'm going to turn you on, so you'll be a better wife for Jim ... and maybe you'll find out that swinging with him will be more fun than you've ever had!"
"Swinging...?" Liz tried to writhe away from the other woman's embrace, protesting with an inarticulate, "Oh, p-please?"
"Swapping partners!" Kay explained. "That way you both get variety ... but there's a great big plus to the whole thing that a lot of people overlook. After their men are all satisfied ... that's when the real fun begins ... with the women! A man gets all fucked out after just a few times, but a woman's got more on the ball. She can cum and cum ... and keep cumming all night long!"
All the time she was talking, Kay deftly began removing Liz's dress, working the sleeves down over her arms one at a time, finally removing her bra to expose her nakedly from the waist up.
Unaccountably, the petite wife of Jim Carson allowed the black-haired, older woman to do it. It was almost as though she were hypnotized by her voice ... or perhaps it was the sudden, surging warmth that had begun to pervade her body, emanating from her loins and spreading outward causing her breasts to tingle with anticipation and her tiny, berry-like nipples to harden and swell. The sensations sang in her body like a prelude to the forbidden pleasures Kay was describing.
Her hand, soft, gentle, and knowing caressed the younger woman's breasts, her fingers teasingly tracing their white satin contours and ending always at a nipple, which she rolled between thumb and forefinger with a firm yet not painful presence.
Liz had tried to follow her reasoning. Let Jim have his little flings ... but join in with him? Is that what she means? But, that means I'd have to do it with other men ... and women! Somehow, she couldn't see herself in that role.
Why ... it's almost like some kind of prostitution ... except that I'd be doing it with Jim's permission! And, then there was all of that about woman-woman sex afterward ... after the men were too tired to continue. God! I couldn't do that!
Suddenly, she realized what Kay was doing to her. What am I thinking about? How did I ever let her get started undressing me...? Even though her body reached out yearningly for the forbidden sexuality Kay was offering her, her mind, the seat of reason, disciplined and censored the sensually lubricious signals her body was sending.
Sweeping Kay's gentle hands away from her breasts, Liz covered them with her own hands. "No! Don't touch me! I don't want ... that!
Tactfully, the black-haired woman drew back, refraining from touching the confused Liz for a moment, but her logic attacked the problem from another angle.
"Liz, darling," she went on soothingly, "you're all mixed up, and I certainly can't blame you for that!" As she spoke, Kay casually began to unbutton the front of her own dress, a close-fitting sheath that revealed the voluptuous fullness of her body. "But, you say that you want to save your marriage. Well ... if that's what you really want ... you're going to have to start putting out ... making sure that Jim's satisfied. I know what happens to women, after they've had a couple of children. They're afraid of getting pregnant, again ... and they start begging off with that stupid headache routine. If you're one of those women-and Jim told me enough to make me think you are-your marriage doesn't stand a chance ... unless you do something ... soon!" Her dress was unbuttoned now to the waist, and as she leaned forward, speaking with serious earnestness, the dress fell away, revealing the twin, soft-mounding moons of her voluptuous breasts, bursting melon-like from the opening unfettered, free of any restraining brassiere, their pink nipples already elongated and coning outward to hardened erection. Puckeringly, the flesh, darker coral in color, of their areolas, seemed to wrinkle before Liz's thunderstruck eyes.
She had been following what her hostess was saying, and the truth of it stung her to the quick, since she had already figured some of it out. "I-I didn't really want to do it to Jim Liz said, "but I don't trust the pill or those IUD's. The foams are messy ... and Jim won't use rubbers...."
"There's the most sure-fire way, yet ... that you're overlooking!" Kay told her.
"What's that?"
"Oral sex!"
"Using your mouth to...."
"Suck him off! Yes!"
"Oh, God!" Ugh! That's what Tod made me do!
"And, that's what women do ... to each Other," Kay breathed. "It's just heavenly ... better even than dimming with man's hard cock in you!"
"But, I couldn't!"
"Have you ever tried?"
"I was forced to ... to do it...." Liz looked away with quick shame, remembering that she had really hated it only at the beginning. Afterward ... when she had become aroused, it had been a different story. She had wanted to do it ... had wanted the lawyer to do something more to her ... anything to bring her the relief and satisfaction she had craved; instead, she had masturbated. Her cheeks flamed crimson with the memory.
"Who was it?" Kay asked gently.
"T-Tod...."
"Damn him!" the older woman swore softly but without rancor. "He's got a lot to learn!"
Kay was reaching out then, and taking one of Liz's tiny hands in hers placed it on the tingling mound of one of her soft full breasts. "One thing about women, Liz, darling, is that we're gentle and soft!"
Her hand remained there for only a moment before Liz moved it away, but there was that continuing sensation in the palm of her hand, a warm feeling of silky softness.
"No-No!" Jim Carson's wife sobbed. "IT can't bring myself to ... do it!"
She crawled away to the side of the bed attempting to cover herself with her dress. Curling herself into a fetal ball, she moaned, "Why don't you just leave me alone...?"
Knowing that there existed a yearning in the other woman, a desire that she was unwilling to admit of, Kay decided that it was time for more direct action. She was aroused herself but she knew that some of her talk, at least, had fallen on fertile ground in the mind of the younger woman.
Without undue haste, Kay stood up and slipped off her dress. Underneath, she had worn only panties. She wriggled them off, and her own hands roamed over her voluptuous body, as if she needed some reassurance of her own desirability; at last, one of her hands came to the softly curling hair, jet-black and soft as silk, of her pubic triangle, a finger slipping down into the moist pinkness between the fleshy lips of her pussy to feel the burgeoning hardness of her erect clitoris. She shivered delicately with the anticipation of this seduction as slashing, wildfire, erotic sensations surged through her.
At first, Liz couldn't believe what was happening to her. She was aware that Kay had crawled up on the bed and had stretched out beside her, then she felt cool hands on her back, running down to her waist and back up again only to reach around her to massage and caress a tingling breast.
Then, she was being turned, her breasts uncovered and she was clamped hard to the naked body of Kay Gaine, her smaller, firm breasts mashed in tight and hard to the older woman's more ample and voluptuously soft breasts. She gasped with the realization that Kay was nude, and she wanted to protest, tell her that it was no use ... that she would never allow herself to respond to her hostess' lesbian advances.
Kay's sensuous lips sought for and found Liz's, pressing against them in a passionate kiss, her tongue licking out slowly and gradually to run in sinuous circles, rimming them with sensation-producing moisture. Meanwhile her hands roamed searchingly, caressingly, swarming over the younger woman's luscious petite body to transmit her own passionate need, while at the same time stroking the salacious fires in Liz so that they leaped high and uncontrolled in her loins.
And Liz, much against her determined will began to respond to the black-haired beauty. Unaccountably, she began to feel a certain thrill, a desire she never knew existed being generated in her. There was an intense femaleness in Kay that went out to Jim's wife; it was demanding, but not in the same way that a man demanded. It was tender, gentle and giving ... and it was to these that Liz responded.
Tentatively, she put a hand out to touch the smooth, velvety breast of the other woman. She did it timidly, feeling the soft pliancy of her hostess' full, melon-like breasts. Then, as she felt a shiver of delight oass through the older woman's body, she realized that she knew exactly how Kay felt ... how she herself felt. Kay mewled against her mouth, and suddenly her tongue lashed deep inside. Accepting it, Liz found herself moaning with a passion she had never felt with her husband Jim. Somehow, in that instant, she knew that she would make no further protest ... that Kay would have her way with her.
Their mouths melted together in an erotically stimulating kiss, tongues moving in and out and entertwining while avid hands caressed hungrily. Kay Gaine was moving with sure knowledge toward her goal, while Liz experimented with the newness of it all. The uncontrolled inferno in their loins raged out of control, and as the older woman slid her hand down over Liz's temptingly rounded buttocks, inside the opened dress, down inside Liz's panties, her fingers searching for the moist warmth of the trembling woman's vaginal mouth from behind.
As Kay's middle finger found her cuntal opening and probed into it, Liz moaned with a mixture of despair and utter joy.
"Oh, Kay ... please? I-I'm so scared...." she groaned, twisting her head aside to free her mouth from the passionate kiss.
"There's nothing to be afraid of darling!" Kay assured her. "Now let's get you completely naked so you can really enjoy it more!"
"But I...."
"No buts, dear! I'm going to show you what it's all about, and in no time at all, you'll be climbing the walls having the most beautiful orgasms you've ever had!"
Deftly, Kay removed the frightened girl's dress and panties and tossed them aside; then Liz felt her woman-lover roll her gently to her back, her mouth coming down to kiss her aching breasts, her lips maintaining a constant sucking pressure on a distended nipple while forcing the hardened bud to move in and out of her mouth rapidly. It felt so sexy and good, bringing a mewl of pleasure to Liz's mouth. Then, Kay's very busy hand was smoothing down over the flat white plane of her belly and a tantalizing finger was slipping down into the slit of her searing cunt to find her fully erect clitoris. With gentle fingers she caressed the throbbing pleasure center, bringing Jim's wife to readiness for anything. Liz, confused and surprised that it was happening to her but unable to stop it now that she was so far gone, felt as though she were a seething volcano ready to blow its top.
All of those delicious, forbidden sensations crowded in on her, flashing through her overloaded nerve endings with lightning speed to slash at her loins with merciless insistence, and uncontrollably, her hips began to undulate up against Kay's cunt-teasing finger. She was ready now, all her reservations seeming to melt away. She wanted everything.
"Oh, God!" she moaned helplessly. "What are you doing t-to m-me?"
There was no answer, for now she felt the other woman's hungrily teasing lips moving down and down, as Kay slithered down over her spread-eagled body. Now, her tantalizing tongue dipped swirlingly into her navel ... and her thighs were being spread by warm gentle female hands, and she knew that her genitals were being exposed completely, nakedly, to Kay's gaze.
Her eyes were closed now, but she was aware that the black-haired wife of Mark Gaine was coming in between her thighs and that her hands moved on the soft silkiness of the flesh of her inner thighs, caressingly.
And, then the soft mouth of her woman-lover was there, following the oath her hands had blazed down the warm, quivering flesh heading irrevocably for the angle of her thighs, at the cusp of which her expectantly pulsing cunt, wildfire blazing there in her, waited for that electric moment when two unlike mouths met in erotic congress.
Somehow, the insane idea crossed Liz's mind that the very thing she anticipated would, in some way, change her, make of her a different kind of woman.
Then, it was there!
Kay's obscenely probing tongue, lovely, tantalizing, and at the same time somehow shameful, made moist sensuous contact with her throbbing clitoris. Instantly, the most powerful sexual sensations she had ever experienced charged electrically through the confused wife's yearning body. It was what she had been waiting for, but her censoring mind was unable to accept it for the joyous thing it was.
"No! Oh, God! N-No!" she cried out. "I can t let you do that ... to m-me!" She writhed desperately to escape it.
Kay's tantalizing mouth paused for an instant, only scant fractions of an inch from her searingly aroused cuntal mouth, and words came drifting up murmuringly, the warm wash of the other woman's breath a further goad to her erotic response. She felt as though she were standing near the brink of a deep chasm resisting mightily as she was being pushed inexorably over the edge. "Relax, honey ... and let it happen! You'll be glad you did! Believe me!"
"But, it's so ... so wrong! Unnatural!"
"You say that, but you don't believe it!" Kay breathed. "You really do like it, don't you? Those wonderful sensations keep saying yes to you ... while your mind tries to make something dirty out of it!"
Suddenly, then, Kay dropped her mouth down the final quarter inch, her full sensuous lips making electric contact with the involuntarily pulsing cuntal opening of the quivering younger woman, her tongue probing deep into the fiery, liquid depths of her yearning pussy. With deliberate intent, she began moving her tongue in and out to the tempo already set by Liz's undulating hips, using her tongue with the regularity of a man's cock fucking in and out. She heard Liz's gasp of pleasure and knew that the highest hurdle of her seduction had been cleared. Pressuring upward then through the coral-pink cleft, she found the wildly pulsing clitoris and licked at it moistly. Liz moaned aloud her voice rasping from labored lungs, as her loins writhed down into the mattress to escape the intensely erotic sensation, only to gyrate back up against her woman-lover's mouth in the following moment.
All reason fled. Liz was conscious only of the crashing heat-lightning that flashed and grounded in her naked and now upturned cunt. She had to have it! Now!
Kay's mouth was withdrawn, then, and she was asking, "Do you want me to make you cum this way?"
"Oh, God, yes! Any way!"
"Okay ... then we'll cum together!"
"H-How can we do that?"
"Easy! Have you ever licked and sucked another woman's cunt, darling?"
"No!"
"Then, you'll learn, now!" Kay cooed. "That's how we do it ... together!"
"Do I-I have to?"
"If you want to cum!"
"Oh, I do! I'm so hot!"
"Then, we'll do the sixty-nine thing, honey!"
Swiftly Kay reversed her position; she straddled Liz's face, her own mouth coming down naturally over the sparsely hair-lined cunt of the younger woman, glistening moist and pink, pulsing vibrantly ... expectantly.
And, Liz found herself looking up, startled, into the moist, fleshy crease, softly lined with jet-black pubic hair, which hung only inches over her face, the wet pink inner lips, flowering open petal-like to reveal the vaginal entrance all pink and pulsing, the hardened shaft of the other woman's clitoris throbbing with a heartbeat of its own ... just as she knew her own pussy below throbbed with a desire she had never known.
With an undulant swiveling of her hips, Kay's pussy came down against her face, as at the same time her mouth came down to make ecstatic contact again with Jim's wife's quivering clitoris her tongue lashing out to drum an erotic tatoo on its pulsating head.
Liz felt suffocated, trapped, for a moment, but Kay's tongue licking at her aroused clitoris elicited a long, shivering moan from deep in her chest, emanating from her very soul, as shimmeringly erotic sensations pervaded the whole of her belly, causing her to nuzzle up into the woman-flesh there above her, the heady perfume of the other's femaleness drawn deep into her lungs ... and with a tentatively exploring tongue, she timidly probed upward to lick experimentally the miniatury phallus shielded in its protective fleshy groove.
Then, wildly, she wanted to do everything that was being done to her. Her tongue now shifted upward to flick deep into Kay's equally aroused cuntal mouth; soon she matched the rhythmic licking of her clitoris by her hostess' tantalizing tongue, stabbing in and out like a substitute penis.
Together the two women began to mount higher and higher, by progressive degrees to heady plateaus of arousal, as tongues slashed and licked and hands grasped and caressed soft pliant feminine flesh, while hips ground undulantly and mouths gasped and mewled out little moans of joy.
Suddenly, Liz was mouthing words up into the moist cunt above her. "OOOOooooh! That feels sooooo goooooood! Oh, God, Kay! Don't stop! Don't stop licking me!"
Above her and below, dimly, she heard Kay's countering cries. "Eat me, darling! OOOOOooooh! Eat my cunt...! Eat it ... goooooood! OOOoooooh! Just ... like ... that!"
CHAPTER SIX
Afterward, Sue Banda snuggled down between the two virile men. She had never felt happier than at this moment, but something disquieting had happened, she remembered, just at the moment Jim, pummeling into her, had brought her to soaring orgasm, while at almost exactly the same time she had been desperately swallowing Mark's thick semen jetting into her mouth.
"What was Liz's problem?" she asked, turning to Jim.
"She was upset, walking in on us and seeing all three of us going at it like that," Jim explained.
"Still holding out, eh?" Mark asked. "I was hoping that Kay would be able to soften her up for tonight!"
"What's happening tonight?" It was Jim's question.
"I was hoping we'd have an open-swinging session , ... with everybody balling!"
"Well." Sue was thoughtful. "I don't know about Tod, either."
Jim volunteered the information. "Tod was with Liz earlier, but I don't know what happened ... whether he made it with her or not."
"Hell, the way she reacted, I bet nothing happened!" Mark said.
"That's what I think, too!" Sue added.
"But if she isn't ready to swing tonight, it could put a damper on the whole thing!" Mark observed.
Jim thought about it. "Maybe ... if I talked to her and explained what's happening."
"That's no good!" Mark exclaimed. "It's better if somebody else breaks her in! Like me!"
"Mark! You shouldn't! You still need rest." It was the nurse in Sue speaking again.
"Like hell! I feel fine, but first I'm going to have some more fun with you!" He reached out for her and clamped her lithe willowy body tight to his own raw-boned muscularity.
"Really, Mark! After all!"
"I told you that I was a stud, didn't I?"
Jim moved in close to her, his hardening penis jerking against the softness of Tod's wife's buttocks. Christ! Jim told himself: II there's going to be more fucking, I'll stick around for the fun!
* * *
Time flew and later, completely satiated, Jim and Sue left the Gaines' bedroom, Jim heading for the living room and a drink, Sue to her own room to change her clothes.
"I want to get into a dress, and besides, Kay may need some help in the kitchen. We've got to eat, too!"
They left Mark asleep.
"What about tonight...?" Jim asked worriedly, as they stood together briefly in the hallway.
"We'll just have to play it by ear," she told him and disappeared into her and Tod's bedroom across the hall.
"Hi, sweetheart!"
Her husband Tod was lying on the bed; she knew instantly that he had been drinking ... that he was probably already half drunk. His smile was mean, belying his cheery greeting.
"Why couldn't you stay sober, Tod?" Sue snapped, feeling an unwarranted irritation.
"It helps to pass the time ... while my beautiful wife is getting the ass fucked off of her by one and all!"
"You're getting vulgar!"
"Yes," he went on, slurringly, "I'm vulgar ... but you're obscene! I saw you over there, sucking off our host ... while Jim was fucking you from behind ... like a bitch in heat!"
"Tod!" she grated between clenched teeth. "I told you how it was going to be, and if you keep on like this, insulting me every chance you get, I will leave you. I'll get a divorce as soon as we get back home!"
"Hell! It's like being married to a whore, anyway!"
Sue's face colored pink with her blush and rage. "Tod! Stop it! I won't stand for any more of this!"
"And, neither will I!" He came off of the bed, grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her bodily onto the bed. "You're out fucking everything that's got a cock ... and in between times you're making it with lesbians too, while I don't even get a smell!"
Sue refused to cry out at his rough treatment of her. He had manhandled her before, and this was the last time he would do it, she decided. Her mind was made up right then. She would sue him for a divorce, as soon as she got home!
Dry-eyed, she looked up at him and said, "There won't even be so much as that ... from now on! I'm leaving you, right now ... so don't dare touch me, again, or I'll have you up for assault, too!"
Tod knew that she meant it.
"How can you leave me ... when we're stuck here in this stinking lodge?"
"I'll move in with the Gaines!"
"I ought to fuck you silly, right now!" Tod growled, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.
"The only way you know how ... by force...?" Sue asked drily. "That's really what's wrong anyway! You don't really know how to make love ... make a woman want to fuck with you. Every time's more like a rape than loving sex!"
Tod stopped dead. The quick, straight arrow of truth stung him. It was a conclusion he had reached himself, but now in his confused drunkenness, he was making the same stupid mistake again.
"You'd prefer a tongue on your cunt ... is that it?"
"Yes!" she told him truthfully. "A loving tongue ... followed by a loving cock. Then I'd be ready and willing!"
"You mean ... like it used to be with us ... just you and me?" Tod asked, hope rising in him.
"We're beyond that ... at least I am!" she told her husband. " ... But, if you could change ... learn how to turn me on the way I like it ... maybe we could...."
"Stay together...?"
"Yes ... but only if you'd swing, too!"
The conditions his wife was laying down didn't seem so difficult after all. Within him that bubble of hope swelled even more, lifting him, and he swore to himself that he'd do everything he could to keep his marriage from floundering.
"You're on!" he told her jubilantly, his mind clearing of the alcoholic cobwebs, leaving him with a heightened, giddy feeling devoid of the sloppy drunkenness of a few moments before, when he was being mean and sarcastic.
"... And, I'm going to start by trying again with Liz Carson!"
Sue sat up on the edge of the bed, regarding her husband in a new light. She smiled up at him and said throatily, "I know this sounds funny for a wife to say to her husband ... but I hope that you can do it! So far, not counting you, now ... she's the only one who'd be left out of the party, tonight!"
"Which party...?"
"The one Mark is planning for tonight, with open swinging for everybody!"
"I'll do my best!" Tod declared, as he turned and left the room. "Wish me luck, darling!"
Tod Banda was pretty sure of what he would find going on in the Carson's bedroom. When Kay had gone rushing down the hallway after the distraught, young wife, he had known that the AC/DC wife of their host was not doing so only to console her, but he was not quite prepared for the erotic scene taking place on the bed as he pushed quietly into the room to become a voyeur for the time being.
Liz Carson was on her back, her legs splayed obscenely as her loins gyrated upward against Kay's mouth, locked tight to her vaginal opening, and Kay's lustrous, jet-black hair was flowing down over the alabaster whiteness of Liz's thighs. It didn't take much imagination on Tod's part to realize that Liz Carson was hanging on the expectant brink of orgasm as she was being licked and sucked and tongue-fucked to the heights of rapture. He heard the mewling moans of passion coming from the throats of both women, and counteringly there were also the more muted sounds of moistly moving tongues and lips. Below, as he watched avidly, his penis came to vibrantly instant life, growing throbbingly erect in a matter of a few moments. Damn! They 're really going at it!
Suddenly, he knew: The real way to turn any woman on ... is to stimulate her clitoris, preferably with mouth and tongue ... until she is so far gone that nothing could stand in the way of her being fucked! And, Tod became a believer on the spot!
Intertwined, mutually giving and receiving, licking and sucking mouths on searing cunts, throats mewling and moaning out their pleasure, the two women were oblivious of Tod's presence as they approached the apogee of their mutual climax.
Liz, writhing desperately beneath Kay's expertly tantalizing tongue felt it begin for her in the long, shuddering convulsions of her body, which caused her pelvis to jerk upward spasmodically as wave after surging wave of welcome release broke in her like surf on a rocky seashore. It spread through her body and mind like a symphonic rhapsody of sensation. Fighting free of Kay's loins, she twisted her head aside, and she didn't recognize her own muffled voice screaming, "AAAAAaaauuggghhh! Oh, God! My Goddddd! IIIIII'mmmmmmmm cuummmmiinngg! I'm cumming! Now! AAAAAAaaauuuggghhh!"
Watching it happen, his eyes glued to the two writhing women on the bed, Tod's cock leaped inside his pants. It took all of his will power to force himself to watch only. God! Liz's vocal affirmation of her complete satisfaction made him want to be a part of it. He wanted to slam his cock into her right then and bring her to a second roaring orgasm; however some sixth sense told him that now was not the time. Wait! Damn it! Wait until it's over for both of them! ... Then, by God, I'll get in on it!
Above her, Kay's cunt ground down against her face, and as from a great distance Liz heard Kay's plaintive cry, "Oh, God, Liz! Keep on licking me...! Just little more! I'm almost ... ready to cum!"
As she was drifting off in a euphoria of sensual satisfaction, Liz realized dimly her woman-lover's plight. OOohhh! I can't let her not cum! Not now ... after what she did for me! Her tongue lashed out to the other woman's throbbing clitoris to lick with renewed vigor even as her own gradually subsiding orgasm washed over and through her shimmeringly. She was sure at that moment that she had never experienced a more delightfully profound climax, brought on by what only a few minutes before she had denounced as dirty and obscene, wrong in every moral sense. Now she was not sure; she only knew that it had brought her pleasure beyond measure.
Then Kay was convulsing above her, her mouth opening wide, as she cried out her ecstasy. "Oh! Oooohhh! OOOOHHH! It's almost here! I'm ... almost ... ready ... to cum! Nooowww! AAAAaaaauuugghhh!"
Mark Gaine's wife collapsed in a heap and rolled from her topmost position, instantly reversing herself to stretch out beside Liz. Reaching out, she clasped the young wife to her and kissed her gratefully. "Oh, that was just lovely, Liz darling! Just absolutely wild!"
Chokingly, her emotions still uncontrolled, Liz could only gasp in reply, "I can't believe it! It ... was completely out of this world!"
Then, from the corner of her eye, Jim Carson's wife caught sight of Tod Banda. He was undressing, already down to his shorts. As he stood up naked then, she saw the massively hardened erection lancing out from the hairiness of his loins, his balls swinging free beneath it and above his paunch hung down over his' abdomen almost obscenely.
"God!" she gasped. "What ... are you ... doing here...?"
The rotund lawyer smiled amiably down at them, as Kay, too, turned to look at him. "Watching you two get at it!" he told them. "Wow! What a performance!" He came to the edge of the bed and eased his bulk onto it.
Kay knew his intention, the meaning of his presence, instantly, "And, now you want to join the party, right?"
"Right!" he grinned. "Any objection?"
Mark Gaine's wife's eyes swept over him, and turning to her back, saw that he was watching Liz's horrified face. She found him not too repulsive. All he needs to do is take off about thirty pounds! Underneath the flab on his frame she recognized what was once an excellent body. He was just out of condition from sitting behind a desk, eating too many high-calorie foods and getting little or no exercise.
"I've no objection," the black-haired beauty told him, smiling a little lewd smile. "In fact, I think it'd be kind of fun!" Her hand drifted over and went between his legs to grip the thick hard length of his wildly throbbing cock.
"Hush, darling," Kay said. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but maybe you'd like to watch? Have you ever watched anybody fucking...?"
"N-No ... no, I haven't...."
Tod's avid, brown eyes were devouring Liz; it was her he wanted ... her he wanted to plunge his pulsing cock into and fuck half silly, but it was Kay who was offering herself ... was ready and willing now. Liz's refusal stung him, and in view of his earlier actions with her, he didn't blame her. At least, now, he was trying to understand.
"Damn it, Liz, it's you I want to fuck!" he blurted. "And, I can't blame you ... for not wanting to ... after what happened, but maybe you'll change your mind ... later...."
"You've got me...." Kay reminded him. "I'm still all hot and bothered, and I could cum, again ... in just a little while...." She spread her thighs, her naked loins undulating up at him invitingly. "So ... why don't you take me, first?"
"I won't change my mind!" Liz said adamantly, as she sat up and moved to the opposite edge-of the bed.
She became a watcher than as Mark Gaine's wife held her arms to the lawyer, and he came in between her willing thighs, the lance of his massive cock pressing lewdly into the still moist slit of her pussy to lie log-like hard against her still swollen clitoris.
He was kissing her then. Liz saw their mouths weld together in a moist open kiss, and she imagined the erotic things their tongues were doing deep inside. Tod's hands were caressing Kay's body, cupping the voluptuous fullness of a breast, his fingers rolling the pink nipple to spiky hardness while the areola puckered into a crinkle around its base.
Liz felt embarrassed, being there so close to them and watching every move they made. She remembered how she had felt the one time she [remainder of sentence was missing in the original pocketbook]
She didn't think that Randy had ejaculated while she had been gone. She was sure that he had just fucked Iris to and through an orgasm and then pulled his hard cock out. She could tell that either Iris or Judy-or both-had licked the cunt juices from the rigid rod. Laura wouldn't have cared if the tasty female secretions hadn't been licked off.
She decided that at the first opportunity she would shove her tongue into a sperm-filled cunt. She wanted to do everything, try all the various group sex activities, and she was sure that her horny husband would like to be right there at that moment. She hoped that he wouldn't be shocked to discover that she was having sex with her nephew. She would tell him, of course. He would suspect it, anyway, and she was already sure that she wanted to keep Randy around for a long, long time.
Laura had been gently squeezing Randy's sac, liking the way the balls slipped around in their silky pouch, the fingers of her other hand wrapped as far around the thick shaft as they would go and slowly moved up and down.
She saw that Judy was jabbing her tongue against one of Randy's nipples and Iris was doing the same to the other stiff nub. His eyes were closed and he was caressing Judy's smooth back with one hand and Iris' equally smooth flesh with the other. She saw a little bead of pre-cum ooze out of the slit in the end of his swolllen cockhead. She leaned over, darted her tongue, scooped up the tasty drop of clear fluid, and a passionate tingle ran through her as she realized that she was actually going to suck her nephew's big cock.
She lowered her opened mouth slowly and after blowing her breath out licked around and around the hard, hot glans. She thrilled to the taste and to the lusty groan that she heard escape from Randy's lips. She lowered her mouth, enclosing all of the pulsating knob with warm, moist pressure, making sure that her teeth didn't harm the tender flesh.
Twirling her tongue, she massaged and tenderly caressed the soft, resilient skin of his balls with one hand while she stroked the thick base of his prick between thumb and forefinger of the other. She began to suck up and down along more and more of the rigid shaft with a hungry rhythm.
She relaxed her throat muscles and took the swollen gians deeper and deeper on each downward movement of her greedily sucking mouth, enjoying herself as much as she ever had while sucking a cock-even more so it seemed right then-and soon she felt his big nuts drawing up tightly in their sac.
She worked on the blood-engorged crown with her throat muscles, then sucked furiously when she lifted until only the big knob was in her mouth. She had her eyes wide open and she could see that Judy and Iris were greedily sucking Randy's nipples and some of the surrounding flesh.
Laura could also see the female bodies, the lovely asses, squirming slightly, and she dimly thought of putting a finger in each hot and tight twat, but she didn't want to remove her hands from Randy's throbbing cock and churning balls. She knew that problem!"
Hearing the moist, sucking and licking sounds of Tod's mouth on Kay's wetly flaring cunt and seeing the passion in the black-haired woman's face, Liz couldn't wait to be a part of it. God! How she wanted that blissful feeling again, the wonderful sensations charging like high-voltage electricity through her body to bring her to that exalted summit of sexual release. What's happening to me? I feel like I can't get enough of it! With nubile agility, she positioned herself expectantly over Kay's face. Then, as her hips gyrated down toward Mark's wife's sensuous lips, she looked down to see that pink, tongue snake out and up. "OOOOooohh!" she breathed, her gasp a long, drawn out ode to sensuality. "That's good! It feels so good, Kay, darling! Do it! Lick me, good! Lick my ... cunt!"
Never before had she pronounced that word! Now, however, she said it and meant it. It seemed like the right word to use. Lightning flashed along her nerve endings, and everything seemed to concentrate below in the pulsing sensations of her fully aroused clitoris as Kay caressed it wetly with her tongue.
Behind her, she was aware now that Tod was moving. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that he was kneeling between Kay's passion-quivering thighs, the hard rubbery head of his cock being guided straight into the other woman's vaginal opening by her own hand. Then, he was thrusting it deep and hard into her ... and Liz felt the shock of it in the other woman's body below.
Then he was goring deep, his hips rising and falling, as his cock slid in and out of the black-haired beauty's cuntal sheath. She heard the rasp of the lawyer's breath and the slap of flesh on flesh as his loins slapped up hard against Kay's nakedly upturned cunt.
She couldn't watch any more. Turning her head back around, Liz closed her eyes, trying to blot out the vision of a heartfelt wish that had crossed her mind. Oh God! I don't really want that! I don't want him to ... to fuck me too!
But, it was there, in her mind. She had actually thought it. She had wondered whether Tod would be able to fuck her ... after he had fucked Kay. II she cums right away ... and he doesn't shoot his sperm into her ... he could ... do it to me ... too! God! Would I let him? Do I dare? She didn't know. Then, there was one thing of which she was sure, she decided; it was Jim, her husband, she wanted. Oh, I wish he were here ... so I could show him how very much I do love him! He had said so much in that one word, because! the only answer he had given given her as she demanded an unreasonable why? from him. Why? Because I haven't been much of a wife to him, lately!
Beneath her wide-splayed legs, where Kay's tongue now was dipping deeply into the seething interior of her vagina, she heard the quick, rasping breath of passion, and she guessed that her hostess was rising again on the swift pinions of imminent orgasm. Behind her, Tod too, was breathing hard, and in the stillness, Liz was sure that she could hear the moist lewd sound of his penis thrusting in and out of Kay's steaming cuntal passage. Somehow, in her mind the soft, barely audible whisper of man-cock in woman-cunt was translate, in her mind, the action giving rise to the word that ricocheted around inside her skull: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! FUCK! It was another of those words she knew but would never say-even to herself, for she considered them crude, vulgar, nasty and dirty. But, when you listen ... that's what it really sounds like: Fuck!
Suddenly, beneath her, Kay was no longer tonguing her; the black-haired woman was convulsing spasmodically, her head flailing from side to side, and as Liz glanced back over her shoulder, she saw that Tod Banda was plunging into her deep and hard, sweat popping out on his brow with the effort and his breath coming in huge gasps, while Kay's soft, full and classically tapered thighs splay out wide on either side of his pile-driving hips.
Then, Kay's hands were on her buttocks pushing her from her straddling position above the black-haired woman's face. Liz didn't understand it. The only thought in her mind was the terrifying idea that she was going to be denied the pleasure of her approaching orgasm, for she was already at the high peak of arousal, where she tottered on the spewing edge of a volcanic crater., She wanted it! God! How she needed it!
Somehow, she clambered away, and in the next instant, she was on her back, her own thighs spread wide and obscene, her loins gyrating with her passionate need, and she was holding her arms out to Tod, imploringly. Her voice, unreal, muffled, was saying words as she had never dared say before. "Me next ... Tod! Fuck me ... next! Oh, God! I'm just about ready ... to cum!"
Tod Banda stared at her in disbelief. He stopped and looked down at Kay, seeing her face, serene now, as her climax washed through her, relaxing her passion-trembling limbs.
"Fuck her, damn it!" Kay choked out at him. "She's begging you for it!"
Moving his bulk, quickly, agilely, he withdrew his wildly expanding cock from the sheath of Kay's clasping vagina and knee-walked up between Jim Carson's wife's tapered thighs.
Liz was not thinking, now; she was acting only on pure instinct, as she reached down to grasp the warmly pulsating shaft of the lawyer's cock to direct it to the needful hole of her cunt. As the chunky cock-head nudged in between the inner petals, moist from her exudate and Kay's saliva, she moaned out a heartfelt sigh of expectancy, her ecstasy knowing no bounds as she knew now that she would not be frustrated in her passionate desire. "OOOoohh! God! Finally!"
Instinctively, she pulled her knees back hard against the petite firmness of her breasts, just as Tod went into, her with a rush, his cock dilating her cuntal entrance cruelly and his thick length sliding deeply into her until the head of it flicked past her cervix and buried itself up against the blind back wall of her cuntal passage.
She groaned this time with the pain. "OOOooh!" But, as his pelvis smacked hard up against her naked, upturned buttocks, she was sure that she could feel every ridge of his cock-flesh against the soft interior walls of .her vagina. The rapture of the sensations flashing through her caused her to undulate her loins back up to him after an instinctive retreat.
"Quick ... Tod! Fuck me ... hard ... and fast! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
He did! He drove into her hard and fast, plunging deep and forcefully and attempting to find the absolute depth of her cunt with his plunging cock.
Countering him, her hips writhed beneath his pounding cock, as she took all of him deep into her seething cuntal sheath, ecstatically and only dimly aware that she had already made the ultimate trangression into adultery. At that moment she didn't care. All she wanted was what she was getting. The moral question, so important to her before, would have to be answered ... later. It was all so thrilling ... so wonderful to lie there and be fucked within an inch of her sanity.
Kay watched quietly for a moment or two, but then as she raised up to support herself on an elbow, lying on her side, she reached out a hand to caress Tod's rising and falling buttocks, a finger slipping down into the hairy crease of his buttocks to tantalize the puckered flesh of his tiny anal opening. He reacted to the erotic sensation it produced in him, and he felt the heightened effect of it, never having known how good it would feel.
"What the hell...?" he growled.
"Just giving you an extra little charge!" she leered at him.
"Damn! You can say that, again!" he grunted, feeling as though his pulsing cock driving deep into Liz's squirming loins beneath him was expanding almost to the bursting point. It made him want to plunge all the more wildly, and it seemed to him that he had never felt so virile and potent as he did right then.
"Do you want me to go on?" Kay murmured.
"Sure! I suppose so...."
Kay was on her knees, then, kneeling beside them, and she was dipping her middle finger into the droplets of copious moisture gathered around the cruelly stretched opening of Liz's vagina, where Tod Banda's rampaging cock slid in and out with jackhammer force. Finding his anus again, between his flexing buttocks, she pressed her finger against the crinkled flesh and pushed in hard. Tod stiffened and gasped, but he didn't stop pounding cock into the tight-sheathing cunt of Jim Carson's wife.
It was a new and strange sensation to him. Christ! That's sexy as hell! Then, as his anus adjusted to the strange presence, he felt the pressure of her finger against his prostate, stimulating it and propelling him toward almost instant ejaculation.
Liz beneath him, felt a rapture she had never known as his massively thick length drubbed in and out of her wide-held cunt, filling her completely, but the fact that it was not her husband who was filling and fulfilling her, made it an act of pure raw sex. It was only her own lust which made her accept the man slaving away above her ... a lust she now knew was almost uncontrolled.
Then suddenly she arrived. Her climax burst over her ecstatically as she convulsed, the spasms of her orgasm racing through her body with the speed of electricity, and she was in a never-never land of exquisite beauty for a fleeting moment, a glimpse, she thought, of what Paradise must be.
Open-mouth, her scream of fulfillment burst from her, "AAAAAaaauuuugghh! OOooohhh! Myyyy Godddd! IIII'mmmmm cuuuummiinnggg! Fuck me! Hard! Fuuuccckkk mmmeeee!"
At the same time as Jim Carson's wife began her writhing, screaming orgasm, beneath him, Kay, knowing that now was the time, shoved her middle finger in Tod's anus all the way to the palm of her hand, revolving it around in the spongy tissue of his rectum, titillating his sensitive cock-flesh into instant ejaculation.
Tod Banda came and came and came ... almost endlessly, it seemed, his cock expanding and jerking as his white-hot sperm was pumped through the rock-hard length of his still pounding cock to splash deep up into the clasping sheath of her ecstatic cunt. "AAAAaaggghh!" he groaned; then, "Christ. I'm still cumming!"
He collapsed, his weight coming down hard on Liz's petite body, and Kay's finger was ripped from his anus. "Goddamn!" he swore with his overwhelming satisfaction. "I've never cum like that, before!"
Beneath his pudgy body, Liz squirmed to be free of him and with a reluctant groan he rolled to his side from on top of her.
Kay snuggled down beside him on the opposite side from Liz and whispered, "How'd you like it...?"
"Great! But Christ, I don't know how much of that I could stand! I feel like I'm drained dry ... for sure!"
"That's what you fellows always say, but you're always ready for the next time, after you've rested for awhile," their hostess told him. "So, I suppose you'll be ready for the party, tonight!"
Liz, who had hung on the brink of unconsciousness, her climax more intense than any she had ever experienced, was just returning to reality as her senses began to function once more. Along with that reason returned, also, and she felt a deep shame in what she had just done.
"Party?" she queried. "Do you mean ... more sex ... and everybody doing it everybody else?"
"Yes, darling," Kay answered. "And, now that you've gotten your feet wet, maybe you'd like to be a part of it."
"That isn't what was wet!" Tod cut in.
"Hush, clown!" Kay warned.
"Ugh!" Jim's wife shuddered. "I don't think I could do something like that ... so cold-bloodedly!"
"You just did!" Tod challenged.
"I couldn't help myself!"
"Then, just let it happen ... like just now! That's all you have to do!" Kay counseled.
"I-I ... don't know. I feel so ... so terrible about it ... not being able to control myself."
"What's to control? Sex is to enjoy ... and when you like it, why fight it?" Kay reasoned. "Besides, Jim is hoping that you'll want to do it ... "
"Yeah, I imagine he is!" Liz was sarcastic, but at the same time, she found herself wondering.
Could I? I'll almost have to, now ... if I want to hang onto him. I'll have to think about it!" she added.
* * *
Sue found Jim Carson in the living room nursing a drink.
Looking up at her as she came down the steep rustic stairs, he asked, "Well, what's happening up there, now, Sue?"
"I think your wife may be getting a preview of coming attractions for tonight!" she told him, going on into the kitchen to finish getting the evening meal ready, which Kay had started.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In spite of complete sexual satiety-for the time being-it was the pangs of hunger, which finally brought them all downstairs to the evening meal, served piping hot, buffet style by Sue Banda and Kay Gaine.
Mark hobbled down the stairs, assuring everyone that he was fit and feeling fine. They ate in relative silence, ravenously, seated in the living room, where there was a roaring fire in the fireplace, giving them all a warm glow of home-like amenity.
Jim sat near Liz, and although he said very little to his wife, his attitude and the way he looked at her told her more plainly than words that he knew all about it ... already-or at least, he might have guessed. As she looked about, seeing Sue, vivacious and fawning over Mark Gaine, still acting more or less as his self-appointed nurse, Kay, tolerant of Sue, shooting lascivious glances at Jim, she shuddered with the knowledge that almost everyone in the room had had some sexual congress with most of the others. In her mind, it was a bizarre situation. And, later on, tonight, they're all going to do it ... openly ... if I understand what Kay was saying. Ugh. I really don't want to have any part of it. I don't see how they can do it ... with other people watching ... She hadn't promised that she would take part in their open swinging. I could just watch, I suppose ... There was Jim, her husband; he would be champing at the bit, she knew now, wanting to be a part of it all, and some of her newfound knowledge helped her to understand him a little better. But, it has to be evened out, I suppose ... I'd be a real wet blanket and spoil it for everybody ... if I didn't go along with it. It was a difficult decision to make; she thought it kind of a cold-blooded thing ... to just make up one's mind to have sexual intercourse in a group where everybody would be expected to do it with everybody else. Somehow, it seemed to detract from the real meaning of sex.
Then Kay was mixing after dinner drinks, and Liz decided to have a martini. She didn't like to drink; it was not a part of her bringing-up, but she did drink occasionally as a social gesture. Now, she saw in the alcohol an escape. Maybe ... if I drank two or three, and got to feeling relaxed enough so that I didn't care, I could stand to do it.
Sipping at her drink, Liz heard music coming from a small transistor radio which Sue had brought down from their room. It added a cheery note to things, and as her drink warmed her, she swung her leg in time to the tune coming through the tiny speaker.
Suddenly, Mark was all alert, calling for silence, he told them: "Listen ... here's something on the news about us...."
All six crowded about. "THE LATEST WORD ON A GROUP OF HUNTERS STRANDED IN A LODGE NEAR THE CANADIAN BORDER BY THE SNOWSTORM BLANKETING MOST OF NORTHERN MONTANA...." the announcer's voice intoned, 'ACCORDING TO HUNTING GUIDE STEVE ASTON, EMPLOYED BY MARK GAINE, OWNER OF THE LODGE, THE MEMBERS OF THE HUNTING PARTY ARE IN NO IMMEDIATE DANGER. THEY ARE ALL SAFE IN THE LODGE WHERE THERE IS ADEQUATE FOOD AND SHELTER. ASTON, WHO RODE OUT OF THE SNOWBOUND AREA ON HORSEBACK, SAID THAT THE PARTY BECAME STRANDED WHEN GAINE'S PLANE CRASHED ON LANDING ON A PRIMITIVE AIRSTRIP AT THE LODGE. PLANS ARE NOW BEING, MADE JO RESCUE THE STRANDED PARTY. A SKI-EQUIPPED AIRPLANE IS BEING READIED TO FLY INTO THE RUGGED AREA; HOWEVER IT WILL BE NECESSARY TO POSTPONE THE FLIGHT UNTIL AFTER THE STORM HAS LIFTED...."
"Damn ... if they only knew...." Tod Banda chortled.
"AND, NOW WE RETURN...."
Sue turned down the volume of the radio and set it on the mantel. "Yes, if they only knew...." she said. "I'm sure there are some people who will think we're in real trouble...."
"Well, we're in no danger of being rescued until the storm is over...." Mark said. "Meanwhile, we ought to make the most of it. What do you say?" He looked around the room, his penetrating gaze from pale, blue eyes alighting on Liz, as he went on, "We're all in this together, now ... because, I'm sure you all know that almost everybody here has balled with all the others, so what I'm suggesting is that we take the wraps off of it and have ourselves one hell of a swinging party...."
"I'm for that...." It was the rotund lawyer, who raised his glass and drained it.
It was the moment Liz Carson had dreaded. She too turned away and drained her glass, then headed for the tiny bar to pour herself another. She bumped into her husband. Irritated, knowing that he had placed himself in her path on purpose, she tried to step around him, but he would have none of her avoiding him.
"How about it?" he whispered hoarsely. "Are you going to join in for the fun?"
"I-I don't know, Jim."
"Well, I am ... whether you do or not...." he growled.
"I don't suppose I could stop you, so go ahead ... You've got my permission ... if that's what you want...."
"It's not that I want."
"I can't imagine you asking anyway ... after what you've already done...." It was caustic; she meant it to be so.
"Damn it, Liz ... I want you. I want you to be a part of it, too...."
"I haven't made up my mind, darling," she smiled coyly. "Right now, I want another one of these...." She held up her empty glass.
Jim took her glass and poured another martini for her. As they turned back to the center of the room, the radio had been turned up to higher volume and a driving rock tune filled the air. Sue, her willowy body moving to the hard beat, was doing a twisting, pelvis-thrusting, impromptu dance, her green eyes glued flirtatiously on Mark Gaine as she began to unbutton her blouse.
Jim, standing next to his wife, watched the willowy slimness of her body's gyrations, remembering how she had exploded into climax beneath his pounding cock. When her blouse came off to reveal the fullness of her high, wide-spaced breasts, jiggling provocatively with the movements of her dance, he couldn't suppress a murmured, "Damn ... she's really something...."
Below, the shaft of his cock was flooding quickly with pounding blood, his desire flowing into his hardening erection, as he realized that even though he had coupled with Tod Banda's young wife, he had not had those beautiful breasts of hers in his hands.
Glancing up at her husband, Liz saw the lewdness of his concentrated gaze and moved away from him with a sinking feeling in her belly. She wondered if she'd ever get used to the idea of sharing her husband with other women. There was one overwhelming reason why she would have to try: II I don't, he won't be around at all....
She sat down on the couch, trying not to watch the sexy dance Sue was putting on, for now the auburn-haired woman had removed her skirt, and only her brief, see-through panties remained to cover her nakedness.
Embarrassed, Liz looked away from Sue's lovely body, when she began to roll the waistband of her panties downward until the soft curls of her auburn pubic hair peeked up above the rolled material. Standing near the fireplace, she saw Tod Banda and Kay. They had placed their drinks on the mantel, and as Mark Gaine's black-haired, voluptuous wife leaned back against the face of the fieldstone fireplace, Tod stood close to her, their loins touching. He had just finished unbuttoning her dress down the front and his hand was slipping inside to fondle the bounty of her breasts. Liz already knew that Kay would not be wearing a brassiere either.
Mark Gaine watched Sue dance for a while, painfully aware that she was dancing just for him. It wasn't that he found her unattractive; she was a damned beautiful woman ... a sexy woman, who really knew how to please herself and her man, and it wasn't that he had tired of her, either. Hell. He couldn't ever get bored with a woman like her. She's like Kay ... always ready for something new and exciting as far as sex is concerned ... No ... that wasn't the reason he wasn't paying attention to the pudgy lawyer's wife at all; it was because his attention was riveted on Liz Carson, seated coldly, aloofly, on the couch by herself. It was the smell of the chase, the prospect of a new conquest that excited him, as his eyes swept over her demure, petite body, admiring the shapeliness of her crossed legs, a short expanse of white flesh showing above her knees. Kay had already told him briefly of her own successful seduction of the younger woman, followed by Tod Banda's having barged in to take full advantage of Liz's aroused state-as well as her own. "I think she's ready, darling, but take it easy with her. Be as gentle as you can...." Kay had told him in conclusion.
"Come on, Sue," Jim Carson called out, "Quit teasing us. Take them all the way off." He drained the remaining third of his drink, set the glass on a side table and threatened, "Or I'll take them off for you...."
"You want to try?" Sue challenged, rolling her panties down now until the whole of her softly curling pubic hair, shining lustrously jn the firelight and the soft glow of the oil lamps was revealed. "Sure?"
"Well, don't ... because I want Mark to," Sue began, then stopped, dancing, her mouth clamping shut in mid-sentence, as she saw the tall figure of their host move across the room toward the couch where Liz Carson was seated in disdainful loneliness. "Mark?"
Kay, ever watchful, always aware of situations as they developed, writhed away from Tod Banda's passionate, open-mouthed kiss, telling him, "I'm sorry, Tod, but I've got to head your wife off ... before a scene develops...."
Moving to the music, Mark's wife came to the center of the room and took Sue into her arms, her pelvis rotating suggestively against the other woman's almost naked loins and her lips barely moving as she whispered hoarsely, "Don't blow it now, Sue, darling. Mark's got to make it with Liz...."
"Oh, I know that ... but I was hoping he'd ... want to make it with me, first...."
"I could say the same thing, you know. Besides, there's Jim Carson, and your husband ... and me...."
Kay kissed her then, drawing her close into her arms, as her tongue wormed deeply into her mouth. Sue's eyes closed and she melted against the other woman, her legs going rubbery, trembling with desire as she leaned against the fullness of Mark's wife's melon-like breasts.
Spotting Jim standing there, watching stupidly, she crooked her finger at him, behind Sue's bare back, at the same time as she implored him with her eyes to jump in and do something.
Her legs gave way and Sue sank to the floor on a bear-skin rug. Kay followed her down to lie beside her, still kissing her deeply, while her hands caressed and massaged the softness of her tingling breasts, the nipples coning out prettily to be rolled and stimulated to quivering erection.
Jim finally understood. With swift sureness, he began to divest himself of his clothing. He was down to only his shorts in a minute. Slipping them down over his hips, he freed the massive, throbbing length of his penis and came to kneel on the bear-skin rug, his lascivious hands reaching out to smooth down the svelte taper of Sue's thighs. She was on her back, and she felt hands caressing her, guessing that it must be Jim Carson, her trembling thighs relaxed and parted for him to expose the whole of her naked pussy to him, when he grasped the rolled waistband of her panties and jerked them off of her. Jim, gripping the shaft of his cock, began to lower himself down over her, thinking only that he would have to go into her right then and fuck her half silly, because he himself couldn't wait any longer.
"Wait, Jim...." It was Tod Banda leaning down over him. "Don't shove your cock into her yet. She just loves to have her cunt sucked before she's fucked....
"I can't wait, damn it...."
"Force yourself, then ... and it'll be worth it...." Tod grinned, reminding himself, even as he spoke, to be sure to follow his own good advice ... the next time he coupled with his wife.
"Okay, I'll try...." Jim couldn't help his grin, as he found a certain, wry humor in receiving operating instructions, as it were, from the husband of the woman he was just about to fuck. "I guess you know from experience...?"
"Yeah, you could say that...." Tod grinned back, as he straightened up and began to undress. Well ... it looks like I'm going to have our host's wife all to myself ... He glanced over at the couch to see Mark Gaine seated beside Liz Carson. Their tall host was talking earnestly to her. The great stud doesn't seem to be making much headway with her. It was a derisive thought, as he remembered how it was he, the sexual bumbler, who had already laid her, forgetting that it was only a fortunate accident, which had put him in the right place as the right time.
Mark was talking, but Liz was hardly listening at all. She couldn't keep her eyes off of what was happening in front of the fireplace. Her husband was crouching down, now, between Sue Banda's long white, softly tapered thighs, his head thrust down there in the angle of them. The way Tod's wife's hips undulated, she knew what was happening, as her Jim's tongue licked and sucked at the other woman's widespread cunt. All too well, now, she knew what was happening, as she felt the smoldering fires of her own passion being blown into life and the moistness bedewing her down there between the fleshy lips of her vagina, pressed close together by her tightly clamped thighs. It was almost as though she could feel her husband's tantalizing mouth licking at her own aroused cunt-flesh ... and God how she wished it could be him.
Instead, it was Mark Gaine who was talking in a low, sexy and seductive voice to her, his hand now on her knee and massaging upward above the hem of her dress, his hand warm and gentle, but still she was uncertain, unwilling to allow herself to unleash her sensual body to the uninhibited sexuality her host was suggesting.
"You're not kidding anybody," Mark husked into her ear. "Kay told me that you really turned on ... and that our fat lawyer friend really gave it to you ... but good...."
How could I forget? "I-I couldn't help myself ... I didn't really want him to do it to me ... Kay was ... well, you know?"
"I know. Kay was sucking your cunt ... and Tod just happened to be there, so he fucked you. Right?"
His language irritated her, and his direct approach rather frightened her, as well, for now his hand was there fondling the soft brown curling hair of her pubic mound, as he slipped his hand under the waistband of her panties. She resisted him mentally, but at the same time, she had a wild urge to spread her legs wide for his caressing hand ... tell him to go ahead and do whatever he wanted to do. Liz picked up her half-finished martini and in two gulps downed it, feeling the warming effect of the alcohol as it went down.
"Yes...." she admitted. "But, I-I'm not that kind of woman, really. I love my husband...."
"I love my wife too ... just like I know she loves me ... and I never doubt it for a moment...."
Liz's eyes had never left the quartet on the rug. Now, she saw that Tod Banda was finishing the removal of Kay's dress, revealing that she didn't have a stitch of underwear on under it. "Even when she's...." Liz searched for a word to use. "When she's ... involved with somebody else?"
"There's no involvement. It's just sex. Fucking for the fun of it." There. She had forced herself to say that word again.
Mark was leaning across her now, murmuring low and intimately, as he continued, " ... And, then ... when we're together, after we've gone with somebody else, it's really something else. We're more turned on to each other than we ever were, before we started swinging...."
Still trying to see what was going on in front of the fireplace, Liz craned her neck to see over his shoulder that blocked her view. Tod, she saw, had his hand down between Kay's legs as he lay cuddled behind her, his finger rubbing erotically up and down the short length of her clitoris and he was kissing her neck and shoulders; meanwhile Mark's wife was still kissing Sue, her hands massaging now, down over the flat white belly of the willowy body of Tod's wife. And, Jim was just moving up over Sue, her svelte, smoothly tapered thighs spreading for him as he cradled himself between them.
With an unwarranted fascination, Liz watched, acutely aware that it was her husband, whose performance she observed. A stabbing pang of jealousy pierced through her, as she saw Sue's tiny, tapered hand go down to grasp and guide the fiery, blood-red head of his cock straight into the moistly glistening hole of her flowered-open cunt. Then, Jim's slim hips were flexing, driving the massive hardness of his cock deep into her receptive vagina. Looking right up her husband's muscular, hairy legs, she could see his semen-tilled testicles hanging down, and the cruel stretching of the other woman's cuntal mouth around the great girth of his penis as it slid smoothly into her; then, as he thrust it all the way into her, his balls swung up hard into the crevice between her flexing buttocks.
Liz couldn't watch anymore of it, as she wished fervently that it wasn't really happening ... that it was all a bad dream that would go away, but even more she wished that it was she herself, who lay there on the bear-skin rug accepting her husband Jim's desire-hardened penis deep into her own now needful vaginal sheath. Mark's hand had wormed its way down between her thighs as she had unconsciously relaxed them. Now, she clamped them tight, trapping his hand in the sensually singing flesh of her pussy.
"OOooohhh...." she moaned, as his middle finger touched the erect and sensitive shaft of her clitoris. "Please, please ... d-don't...."
She leaned back against the couch, and her hands went down to pluck at his wrist, attempting to make him stop his unwanted seduction of her.
"Your clit's all nice and hard...." he breathed. "You're getting ready to be fucked ... whether you want to or not. A woman's body doesn't lie, you know."
God ... She did know. That was the trouble. It was her body, more sensitive sexually than she had ever imagined it to be which had led her, first, to allow Kay to lead her into a lesbian embrace ... And then Tod....
Before she could protest further, Mark Gaine was kissing her. The last thing she saw, just before his lips found hers and her eyes closed was Kay rolling to her side then reversing herself, quickly, her knees straddling Tod Banda's face and her full, sensuous lips ovaling to slip down over the bloated head of his penis. Her husband was up over Sue, now, bracing himself on hands and knees, as he buffeted his massive glistening rod of male-flesh in and out of her squirming cunt.
Liz knew then that it was all very real. It was all happening, and was about to happen to her, too, as she felt Mark's teasing tongue running around the tender, sensitive inner part of her lips, before she relaxed her jaw to allow it to burst lashingly deep into her mouth. Do you suppose it's really true ... that Jim and I would be more loving ... more turned on to each other if I-I were to ... go ahead and d-do it?
Mark's hand was behind her busily zipping down the zipper at the back of her dress. She wanted to stop him, but she was powerless. Now she was kissing him back, her own tongue entwining with his, while below, her thighs, aching from holding them tightly clamped together, relaxed a little more, parting slightly and allowing his hand freer access to her rapidly stimulating pussy-flesh.
Unable to handle the fact of her fall, her moral mind, loaded down with its middle-class, Puritanical principles, retreated strategically, allowing her the fantasy that it wasn't really a relative stranger who was going to couple with her sexually; it was her husband Jim. That was what she really wanted anyway, so it was easy for her to envision Jim's mouth kissing her ... Jim's hands undressing and arousing her ... and Jim, who would be thrusting deep into her ... Desperately she imagined it, and it was so ... for her.
Then she was helping him by leaning forward, shrugging her shoulders as he removed the sleeves of her dress down over her arms, turning slightly so that he could undo the hooks of her brassiere and shivering as it came off and she felt a wash of 'cool air over her naked breasts. Almost in the next instant, her host's strong-fingered hands were cupping her heaving breasts, kneading them, and she was aware of her sensitive nipples coned out hard against the rough palm of his hand. She opened her eyes slightly, finding her vision blurred, and feeling a dizziness that could only be caused by the two martinis she had slugged down. Over by the fireplace, she made out the four figures coupled there; however she couldn't figure out what was happening with Tod Banda and Mark's wife Kay. The black-haired woman was on her knees, while Tod mounted her from behind. At first, it looked as though he was fucking her animal-fashion, as she had seen her husband on the Gaine's bed, slaving away behind Sue Banda, but there was something different. Gasping her disbelief, she realized that Kay's hand was there, reaching back between her legs and gripping the shaft of the lawyer's throbbing cock, as she guided it alternately into both openings of her loins. "Oh, no."
Mark, whose mouth had dropped down to nibble and suck at the berry-like buds of her now fully erect nipples, raised his head inquisitively and followed her staring gaze.
"Y-your wife. She's being...." Liz couldn't think of the right word for it.
"She loves it that way...." he said mildly, returning to suck Liz's other breast.
"But ... it's...."
"Anal intercourse...." He said it off hand, dismissing it as unimportant to him. "A lot of women are really turned on by it. Kay likes the combination."
"Ugh."
"Don't knock it unless you've tried it."
"I-I'd never ... do that. "
"Don't bet on it." Mark was pulling her dress down over her hips now, and she wriggled and raised up to help him get it off. Then hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he pulled them slowly down, allowing the salacious gaze of his blue eyes to devour the loveliness of her small milk-white body.
Suddenly, Mark Gaine was standing tall and dominating over her, and he was grasping her by the ankles and hauling her petite body around until she was lying flat on the couch with her buttocks up on the low arm, the soft upholstery allowing her a measure of comfort.
Kneeling, he came swiftly in between her soft white thighs, parting them with his hands and draping her knees up over his shoulders. She knew what he was going to do, and she tried to writhe away from him, moaning a low, throaty animal-like sound in her throat. Oh, God. If he ever touches me there ... with his tongue....
But the huge muscular man was no match for her. He forced her to lie still with steel-fingered hands which gripped her legs and kept them parted.
She tried to protest, but he was deaf to her plea. His blond head went down between her trembling thighs, as he held them firmly wide-splayed, the whole of her pussy upturned and naked before him. There between her legs he saw the tiny moist portal of her vagina, the fleshy lips fringed with light brown pubic hair, and above the tiny hard bud of her clitoris throbbed in its covert crease. Christ. What a gorgeous little cunt ... probably tight as hell ... He found it hard to believe that she had already borne two children.
Grunting like an animal, Mark lowered his mouth to capture her fearfully cringing vaginal mouth, his tongue curling to lick up and down and around the short length of her tiny, fully hardened clitoris. Her body spasmed jerkily with the moist contact, eliciting a moan of ecstasy mixed with a heart-rending cry of defeat, for until the very last moment she had been determined to resist him.
Liz's head flailed helplessly as flashing sensations of desire seared her naked belly. Now, there was no hope for her. She was going to be fucked just as surely as night follows day. As her head rolled to the side, she saw Sue Banda's long slim legs scissoring out on either side of Jim's cock-driving hips, and she had the impression that the woman, lying on her back, taking all of her husband's pounding cock up inside her cunt was just about ready to explode into orgasm. It was then that her fantasy-bubble burst. God ... Jim's bringing her ... bringing Sue to climax ... And it couldn't possibly be Jim, too, whose tantalizing tongue was down there slipping in and out of her own seeping vaginal opening ... making her want to let him do anything he wanted. It was Mark. Mark Gaine was the one who was doing it to her. And he's the one who's going to ... fuck me. Again, she found it easy to think it. Yes, damn it ... I'm going to get fucked ... there's no way I can stop it, now. Perversely, then, she wanted Jim to be watching when she did ... wanted to see what effect it would have on him ... how it would make him feel.
And Jim Carson, slamming his expanding cock to the utmost depths of Sue Banda's clasping cuntal sheath was exhilarated. For the first time there was no fear in him that he would cum too soon. Christ ... I feel like my hard-on could last forever. Then, he modified his thought: At least, I feel like I could keep right on fucking, until I've laid at least one other woman. He knew exactly who she would be, too: his own wife Liz. The sound of her voice protesting something someone was doing to her had prompted him to look back over his shoulder. In that glance, swift as it was, he saw that his wife was on the couch, her legs draped up over their host's shoulders while his voracious mouth licked and sucked at her writhing pussy. Her lovely, pixie-like face was contorted with a passion he had never seen in her before. Damn ... she's really turned on. That's why he was determined to last long enough. I'll finish up with Sue in a minute or two, then, damn it, Liz's going to get some real fucking....
Like a man gone berserk, he pounded deep into Sue's quivering white belly, exulting as she thrust back at him with vigorous, countering thrusts of her own. She was moaning incessantly beneath him, urging him on, "Fuck me hard ... shove your cock into me ... deep and hard. Fill my cunt with it, Jim, darling. Make me know I've been fucked by a real man. Fuck ... fuck ... FUCK ... fuck meeeeeeeee...."
Then she was convulsing beneath his battering cock, her legs scissoring lewdly out around his flexing hips, her passion-contorted lips screaming her complete satisfaction. "OOOOOOoooooohhhhhh ... oh ... I'm cumming ... now AAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhh...." He saw her head rolling from side to side uncontrollably, her auburn hair trailing in lustrous strands around her face and her green eyes glazed with the intensity of her rapture.
He stopped then, holding himself above her, while he held Ids rock-hard cock deep up inside her, burying it in her to feel the clasping interior muscles milk involuntarily at his massive cock-shaft. God ... It was a good feeling to know that he could hold back ... that-the old bugaboo of cumming too soon was behind him.
Sue's eyes were looking up at him from her sensitive, artistic face. They held a mixture of gratitude and awe, as she choked out, "Ooooohh, Jim, darling ... that was just out of this world. It gets better ... with you ... every time."
He couldn't suppress his grin of elation, but he didn't know what to say, so he just murmured, "Great."
Knowing that he shouldn't leave her too soon, he rolled to his side, clasping her tight to him to keep her in position ... keep his expanding, lurching cock buried deep up in her ecstatic belly for a little while longer. From his new position, he could look across the room to the couch where his wife Liz was being licked to cunt-searing arousal by Mark Gaine.
His tall muscular host was standing now, and was in the act of stripping off his shorts, revealing the long hard lance of his cock standing out rampantly from the hairiness of his loins, his eyes boring steadily down at Jim's wife as he said, "You're all ready to fuck, now ... so why don't you let me hear what you want?"
Liz only moaned something unintelligible and Mark went to the couch and scooped her petite, elfin body up in his strong arms. Carrying her a few steps closer to the fireplace, he put her down cm her back; as he did, her softly sculpted thighs spread invitingly wide and her pelvis undulated up suggestively toward him as he lowered himself over her, wedging his slim hips down between her widespread legs. "Well?" he urged, leering down into her passion contorted face.
"Oh, God, Mark ... just go ahead and do it ... t-to me."
Again he coaxed. "Do what, darling?" His chunky cock-head went down into her cuntal-slit, the huge blood-filled smoothness of it in electric contact with her throbbing clitoris. Slowly, his hips flexed and he rubbed it teasingly against the throbbing little bud.
Jim's wife was so far gone, so thoroughly aroused and desperate that she was ready for almost anything, but somehow the humiliation of asking to be fucked was something at which she balked. Soft mewling moans issued from her throat, and a desperate hand slid down between them in an attempt to grasp and guide his hotly pulsating male-flesh to the yearning portal of her cunt.
Catching her hand, Gaine forced it back even with her shoulders; for good measure he gripped her other hand the same way. "Do you want me to fuck you...?" he asked her harshly then.
"Y-Yes. Oh, God, yes. Don't torture me by making me wait." Liz moaned.
"Then say it," he insisted.
"All right," she flung back, throwing everything away for her great need. "Fuck me, damn it. Shove your cock into my c-cunt ... and fuck me ... Hard ... I want you to fuck me ... Right now...."
She surprised Mark, but one listener was even more taken aback. Jim had never heard his wife say those words. It was almost as though she were saying them to him, instead of to their host. Deep inside Sue's now subsiding cuntal sheath, his cock lurched with desire. Goddamn it. I've got to fuck her. Now. He eased his throbbing cock out of Tod Banda's wife's cunt, and she stirred languorously, asking, "What's wrong, Jim? Don't leave me ... now...."
"I've got to," he explained. "I'm going to fuck my wife."
"Then ... you didn't cum inside me...?"
"No. Couldn't you tell?"
"Oh, I was too involved," Sue told him. Then watching Mark Gaine there on the floor with Liz, she said, "It looks like she's already spoken for."
Flaring out angrily, he grated. "She's my wife. I'll fuck her if I want to."
"You may have to share her with Mark, darling," Sue suggested gently.
"We'll see," he barked and crawled the short distance across the floor. "Liz...."
His wife looked up at him through vision-dimmed eyes. "Jim," she gasped. "You're here."
"You're damned right, I'm here ... and I'm going to fuck the ass off you...."
Confused, she looked from her husband to Mark Gaine, who had just driven the enormous shaft of his cock deep into her vagina, where it lay buried like a great log, expanding lurchingly against the tight sheath of her forever stretched cunt. It felt so deliciously filling after she had adjusted to its huge presence. Now, with an anticipation, she had never felt before, she was waiting for him to begin his virile thrusting in and out of her ... the real beginning of the coupling of her. Below, her hips rotated demandingly, saying as clearly as her words of but a moment before, "Let's fuck ... now. "
"Oh, Jim. I-I hoped you would."
His voice remarkably controlled, Mark said, amiably, "No chance, right now, Jim. She's mine ... but I'll let you do whatever else you want to."
"But, she's my wife."
"True ... but this's a swinging party ... and she's one I haven't balled yet."
Liz tried to follow their conversation. The only solution she could think of was to take them both.
"Mark ... Jim...." she cried. "I-I want both of you ... t-to fuck me...." She didn't really know how it could be done, but that's what she wanted.
"Okay, Liz, baby ... if that's what you really want." Gaine grunted, wrapping his arms around her and turning agiley to Iris back, bringing her easily into position above him, her petite body no heavier for him than a couple of sacks of flour. "Your husband can fuck you in the ass!"
At that moment, Kay voiced her coming climax, and Liz's head swiveled toward her, to see Mark Gaine's black-haired wife gored from behind by Tod's battering cock in her rectum.
"AAAAAAaaaaa auuuuuu gggggghh!" Kay screamed. "Fuck it! Hard!"
The pudgy lawyer drove deep up into the soft sponginess of her rectum for his final effort, for he, too was cumming, his expanding cock jetting the hot white stream of his semen deep into her clutching rear passage. He squealed out his delight and collapsed heavily on top of her.
Liz watched them slide down to the floor with fascination, still locked in the obscene coupling, and strangely, Kay's passionate outcry rang resoundingly in her mind. God! Is it really possible? She seemed to enjoy it!
The moment before Kay's screaming climax, she had been ready to protest Mark's proposal; now, as she felt herself skewered on top of him, her buttocks exposed vulnerably to her husband, who was even at that very instant, kneewalking in behind her, his hand gripping the shaft of his mightily throbbing penis, she wasn't sure what she would do.
"Is that what you want, Liz?" Jim was asking.
"Oh, God, I-I don't know. I don't know!"
Instinctively, she began to pump her own hips, absorbing and reabsorbing, Mark's thick length up into the searing depths of her cuntal sheath, as he reached up to massage both of her breasts with his paw-like hands, twirling the elongated nipples, back and forth between his thumbs and forefingers. "Come on, Liz," he urged. "Let's fuck while you're trying to make up your mind! I can't wait any longer!" His hips pounded up at her, countering the wild rhythm she was setting.
Jim, kneeling there behind his wife, saw the other man's cock, going into her, and he was almost beside himself with frustration and desire. The son-of-a-bitch!
"I'll make up your mind for you, goddamn it!" Jim growled.
He came in between Gaine's long, widespread legs, his hands reaching out to the rounded softness of his wife's jouncing buttocks, as she moved almost hypnotically now feeling the riotous sensations surging through her.
Grasping the soft pliant mound of a buttock in each hand, he spread them wide and nudged the fiery head of his rock-hard, pulsating cock into the crevice to make contact with the crinkled, hairless opening of her anus.
"Don't do it yet, Jim!" It was Sue Banda, who husked into his ear. "You've got to stretch her out a little bit, first!"
"Why?" he challenged.
"Because you're so heavy hung, stud!"
He stopped. She was right, of course, and the fact that she had called him stud pleased him no end. It was a new role ... a new self-image for him.
"Yeah, I guess you're right!" he admitted.
Liz had cringed away from him, while at the same time she had continued her fucking movements, skewering herself on the massively hardened rod of Mark's maleness, knowing that she couldn't stop even if she'd wanted to. She had to have cock filling her cunt, and she didn't really know what she would have done, if Jim had tried to put his cock in there!
"Use your finger, first!" Sue instructed.
With her cuntal moisture as a lubricant on his middle finger, he searched for again and found the tiny winking anal opening. Pressing his finger into it, he heard his wife gasp with pain; then, as he pushed recklessly on in, all the way to his palm, her moan of pain changed to a mewlingly erotic hum, her loins wriggling back on it to absorb it deeply. Slowly, then, he sawed his finger in and out of her rectum. He was elated. Damn! She likes it!
"Now, put in two fingers!" Sue, again.
He did it, and no sooner had he shoved both fingers deep into his wife's rectum than she was begging for more.
Liz's mind had changed radically. She wanted it ... wanted Jim to shove his cock into her back there and fuck her wildly. The business with his fingers stretching her had only served to tantalize her, heighten the already intense sensations pervading her belly.
"Do it, darling!" she choked out.
"Do what?" Jim asked, taking his cue from Mark, who had used the same technique to force her to beg to be fucked.
OOOOOooooohhhhh God! "You know ... do it to me ... back there!"
"Do what ... to what, Liz?"
I'll have to say that, too! Now, she didn't hesitate. "Fuck me ... i-in the ass!" she screamed. "Shove your cock in my ass ... and FUCK ME!"
Jim was already moving. Grasping his wildly pulsating cock in his hand, he was guiding it to the tiny, puckered hole from which he had just ripped his fingers.
"Wait!" It was Mark Gaine. "Let's do this right!"
Using the strength of his muscular arms, their host hauled Jim's wife's hips upward, until her buttocks were waving obscenely high in the air, unsheathing the lust-thickened length of his cock from her searing cunt. "Now, shove it in her ... and when you've got it in roll over to your back! Keep your cock in her all the way over!"
Jim followed his instructions. Grasping his wife's hips, he pressed the fiery, blood-bloated tip of his cock against her anus. Instinctively, she cringed away, but he held her in position and with the muscular strength of his back and legs, he pushed up into the tiny nether opening.
Suddenly, the head of his cock slipped through the stoutly resisting muscle-ring. Goddamn! It's tight as hell!
"OOOooohh! God. that hurts!" Liz groaned. "Noooo!"
But he kept shoving cock. In the next moment, she was straining back against him trying to absorb all of his desire-swollen length. Then it was sliding deep up into her rectum, and he felt the tight sheath begin to relax. Sweat popped out on his brow; it hurt him, too! But, Christ! What sensations!
"Okay! Turn her over!" Mark demanded.
Wrapping his arms around his wife's petite torso, Jim rolled away to his side, holding her skewered body close to him. Then, he was on his back, his cock imbedded deep up into her wide-stretched anal passage like a huge log.
Automatically, Liz's legs splayed wide to accept Mark Gaine's massively throbbing rod into the yearning hole of her vagina as he came up over her to wedge himself in between both her and her husband's legs.
When Jim had actually done it ... shoved his rock-hard and pulsing penis into her anus, she thought that she would die on the spot. True, she had said she wanted it, but that first searing pain had almost undone her. However, the knowledge that Kay Gaine had done it and loved it gave her courage to withstand the hurt of it.
Clenching her teeth, she endured it, and she was rewarded by an incomparable flood of erotic sensations she never had known could exist. Now, she gave herself over to them completely. She wanted everything ... all the two virile men could give her!
Mark fucked into her smoothly, ramming his long hard cock deep and forcefully, feeling the huge bulge of her husband's penis through the thin separating tissues. It gave him an added stimulus, and he began immediately to pound in and out of the tightly clasping sheath of her cuntal passage.
Beneath her, Jim found the tempo and matched it, his cock driving up into the smooth sponginess of his wife's rectum as he used her nether passage as a substitute cunt. It was mind-boggling and nerve titillating. Sensations acutely intense swept through him, and he felt already the beginning of his orgasm, back behind the root of his cock, burning like acid as his semen churned for its release. He felt as though a whole flood of his semen would be released when the dam finally broke.
Liz moaned with ecstasy between the two men. She was in a seventh heaven of sex ... and there was nothing in the world for her right then but cock in cunt ... and cock in anus.
"Come on!" she moaned urgingly. "Fuck me ... both of you! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Oh, fuck! Fuck! FUCK ME!"
On and on it went, almost endlessly, the way she wanted it, but as she mounted the ladder of her arousal, she also wanted it to end. Her head flailed uncontrollably, her vision dimming, and there was a roaring in her ears of her own pounding blood.
Sue Banda watched for a little while, her own passion rising again, and she knew she had to be a part of it. Kneewalking around the three writhing figures on the rug, she threw a leg over both Liz and Jim's heads, then leaning forward slightly to allow Mark enough room, she lowered her moistly aroused cuntal slit down over Liz's face.
Opening her eyes, Liz looked up at the auburn ring of pubic hair, sparsely surrounding the other woman's pink, lightly flowered-open vagina and knew that it was Sue who wanted her to lick and suck her there. She didn't hesitate. So much was being given to her that she readily wanted to give in return. Her tongue lashed out snake-like to lick at the hardened flesh of Sue's clitoris. She heard her grateful moan and knew the other woman's wishes were being fulfilled.
Kay, lying quietly now beside the pudgy lawyer, who had brought her to a tremendous climax, watched with interest the triple copulation, but when she saw Sue become a part of the orgiastic heap of sensation-ridden people, she, too, knew that she couldn't resist the desire to be brought to orgasm one more time. And, Sue can certainly do it!
With no further thought about it, she crawled across the short, intervening space and placed herself in position, on her back, knees drawn back and thighs splayed wide, so that the feast of her genitals was there just under Sue's mouth.
No words were spoken; there was no need for them, as Tod's wife's mouth came down between Kay Gaine's thighs, her tongue flicking out to ream just inside the other woman's newly aroused cuntal mouth.
Tod Banda saw it all happening and found it hard to believe. I'll be damned ... five of them! He also found it hard to believe that his cock could recover so quickly. After he had ejaculated deep up inside the smooth sponginess of Kay's rectum, he had been sure that would be all for him the rest of the night. Now, as he watched, he felt the blood pounding back into the flaccid length of his penis. In a matter of moments it was commendably ready for anything again. Reaching down, he gripped his resurrected cock-shaft to reassure himself that it was true. Christ! I might as well make it six! Kay can suck me off!
With a lewd idea in mind, he found the clean handkerchief from his pants pocket, then got up and crossed the room to the bar. Pouring gin on the handkerchief, he used it to wipe the thickening shaft of his cock. The alcohol burned, and his cock lurched immediately to even harder erection. I'll have to remember that! There's more than one use for the stuff!
Then, he was kneeling down over Kay and guiding the chunky head of his cock to her lips. Her eyes were closed and her face contorted with passion, but as she felt the silky smoothness of it, against her lips, she knew instantly what it was ... what was expected of her. Opening her mouth, she took the preferred cock-head into her mouth and tasted the unmistakable flavor of gin, feeling instantly grateful for his thoughtfulness. He washed it with gin!
One by one, each person in the orgiastic tangle began to come to his or her pinnacle of sexual fulfillment, that instant in time when nature calls a halt to arousal and orgasm results.
Slamming his vibrantly aching cock upward into his wife, Liz's tightly sheathing rectum, Jim Carson was first, as in a sudden rush, his hot white semen searing from him with the most exquisite sensations he had ever experienced, as he clasped her tight to him, his hands mauling her breasts brutally. At the instant of his ejaculation, he gasped into her ear. "God, Liz! This is something else! AAAaaaaggghhhh!" He bucked up against her for a final thrust and stiffened, as his cock pumped endlessly. Then, as Mark, above, continued his pounding deep into Liz's clasping vaginal tunnel, he gradually relaxed under her and waited, his throbbing cock still embedded deep in her forever stretched rear passage.
Almost simultaneously, Sue, straddling Liz's face, her body already fully aroused again, was licked to orgasm in a matter of a few moments, while at the same time, her own lips and tongue grazed in the sensitive black-fringed cuntal flesh of her hostess, bringing her to climax also. The two women convulsed, Sue raising her head from between Mark's wife's thighs to give voice to the splendor of her orgasm as Kay cleared her mouth of Tod Banda's hardened cock to do likewise.
"AAAAaaaagggghhhh!" It was an exultant hymn to Aphrodite, the goddess of love!
Then in the next instant, it was Liz, being filled to the upmost with thick hard penile flesh, whose surging orgasm shimmered through her body with a rapture beyond compare. Opening her mouth, she joined the other two women in a canon of ecstasy. "OOOooohhhhh! My Godddd! I'm cumming! Now! Now! Nowwwww! AAAAAaaaaaggggghhhhh!"
Above her, as her thighs scissored out widespread, Mark Gaine jackhammered his demanding cock deep into the sucking young pussy of Jim Carson's wife, as he felt the sperm begin to hose hotly through the expanding shaft of his cock.
"AAAAaaaggghhh!" he grunted. "What a gorgeous, tight little cunt!" He collapsed on top of her, his heavy chest coming down to flatten the full ripeness of her breasts.
But Tod hadn't cum yet. When Kay screamed out her ecstasy, he was left out momentarily, the glistening shaft of his cock waving uselessly before him. As he watched, he saw that all of the others had climaxed, and it was time for him to make his move.
Kneewalking around to the side of Mark Gaine, he nudged the big man's ribs and growled, "Get off of her ... and let me at her, now!"
Mark, with a groan of satisfaction, looked up at him, saw who it was, noted the lurching state of the lawyer's cock, and smilingly obliged. "She's all yours, counselor!"
As their tall host pulled his now deflating cock from her and rolled away to lie stretched at full length on the floor, Jim, beneath his wife, having heard the quick exchange, squirmed free also, to leave Liz lying on her back between them. Glancing behind him, he saw that Sue and Kay were lying clasped in each other's arms, as the final throes of their orgasms washed gently through their bodies.
Tod came between Liz's legs, and reaching down grasped her knees and pressed them back against her chest, jackknifing her legs cruelly as he came down on her, his ready-to-explode cock going deeply into her. Holding her in position, his heavy chest against her shins, his hands holding her knees pressed tight together, he began to pound into the still clasping sheath of her cunt, hoping against hope that he would be able to bring her to yet another orgasm before he himself had to cum.
It was only a few cunt-plumbing strokes until she was exploding beneath him and screaming demandingly, "Fuck me! Hard! Deep! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Fuck me like that! AAA AAAaaaaggghhhh!"
Now the living room of the lodge was silent, except for the sounds of raspy breathing, while outside, the silence was all the more accented by the soft fall of snowflakes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Afterward, they drank some more, and the men rested.
Perhaps to prove her point, Kay Gaine instigated more lesbian play among the three women. Liz lost count, after a while, of exactly how many orgasms she had experienced that night, induced either by a man's cock ... or a man's or woman's tongue. It was wild, wild, wild!"
Much later, in the wee hours of the morning, they all went upstairs to bed but not to sleep with their own spouses. Sue Banda claimed their host, Mark Gaine. She wanted him all to herself for a little while, at least. Jim Carson slept with Kay, and his wife Liz, who had started out detesting the pudgy lawyer, went off happily to bed with him.
They all slept until past noon.
It was the sound of the airplane motor which awakened Mark. Looking out of the window, he saw that it was a plane equipped with skis coming to rescue them.
In the hallway, he called out, "Everybody up, now! We're going to be rescued!" Then, he added, "Whether we want to or not!"
Steve Aston cleared the snowdrift from the front door of the lodge, and when it was opened gravely greeted them all. He explained that he had arranged for the boarding of the two horses, but that he had not insisted on the airplane; he would have preferred a Jeep.
Later, as he stood watching the plane take off to bear her away, her words of thanks to him still ringing in his ear, Steve mused: Perhaps, Mrs. Carson ... Liz will come to the lodge again ... in the spring ... for the fishing ... Then, I would not be fainthearted! It is possible! I know now that she is ... possible! He had seen the signs. Perhaps it was in her eyes!
* * *
Another of the items Mark Gaine had inherited was berthed at Newport. He sat in the main cabin interviewing a prospective client.
"Your ad says you'd be cruising to Baja for three weeks ... with, ah ... congenial people?" The man was all too aware of Kay sitting across from him, her legs crossed prettily, an expanse of soft voluptuous thigh highly visible to him, while above, the top of her dress barely covered her breasts. Damn! I don't think she's wearing a brassiere ... and if I could see up her leg just a little higher I'd bet she doesn't have any pants on either!
"That's right!" Mark told him, then followed it with a question. "You're married, of course...?"
"Oh, yes, yes, of course! My wife is very much interested in a cruise of this sort!" the young doctor hastened to explain.
"Then, why don't you bring her to our home tonight! We'd like to meet her. We never book a couple until we've talked to both of them!"
Mark wrote down his address and handed it to the young man, who stowed it in his jacket pocket and rose to leave.
"Why do you insist on that, Mr. Gaine?"
"Mark! Just call me Mark, Doctor ... and my wife's name is Kay ... and the reason we do it is to make sure that all of the people on the cruise are ... congenial. After all, three weeks is a long time to spend together on a sailing yacht!"
"Yes, I suppose it is...."
"And, everyone really gets to know everyone else ... quite well!" Kay added.
"Intimately!" Mark said.
"Intimately ... '.?"
"Very intimately!" Kay repeated. She rose and walked to the companionway. "Shall we expect you and your wife then at about nine?"
Young Doctor Tobitt was sure of it then. He thought he had gotten a glimpse of jet-black pubic hair, as she had risen from her seat.
"Yes, of course," his eyes followed her as she disappeared forward and went into her cabin.
"She's a beautiful woman, isn't she, Doctor?"
"Yes, she is!" he gulped. "Will she be going along on the cruise, too?"
"Of course!" Mark said amiably. "She goes everywhere I go!"
The young doctor started to put it all together, in his mind, an inkling of what it was all about, the emphasis on congeniality ... intimacy, Kay's provocative dress and walk, fitting together like a puzzle. Why the whole damned cruise could be one great big swinging party!
He came right to the point. "Does the congeniality ... and intimacy, you and your wife just mentioned, include sex?"
"Yes. Swinging sex!"
"I thought so!" Doctor Tobitt said. "I've always wanted to try it ... but Marsha, my wife, is against it!"
"Maybe we can change her mind tonight?" Mark suggested with a lewd smile.
"Tonight?"
"Sure, why not?"
Doctor Tobitt straightened his shoulders and said with determination, "Why not!" He was already trying to envision what it would be like with Kay.
* * *
Tod Banda was proud. He had already lost twenty-five pounds. Soon after they had returned from the hunting trip to Montana, he had enrolled in a gym specializing in taking off excess poundage. Sue was proud of him, too. He was more like the man she had married a year ago, and needless to say, she no longer entertained the idea of divorcing him. I'd be crazy to leave him, now! Tod's really turned into an expert lover!
Remembering the last couple they had had over for dinner, she felt a glow of pride in the expert way Tod had led them into the idea of swinging. He was really dedicated to it, and his glib lawyer's tongue stood him in good stead, as he had led them by stages to a mutual admission that they had always been interested ... but....
"You know how it is ... we've just never bothered...."
"Well, you'll never know unless you try it at least once!"
Actually, Sue was getting to the point where she hated to share Tod with another woman. He turns me on so much now ... and does all the things I like so well, I almost feel jealous of him at times!
She toyed with an idea she wanted to talk over with her husband. Maybe we don't need to swing anymore! Maybe all we needed was some understanding ... some knowledge ... and now, that our marriage is stronger, perhaps we should drop out of the swinging group we 're in!
Tonight, after dinner, she'd bring it up, to see what he thought about it. She couldn't help but hope that he would agree.
And lately, she had been thinking about something else ... something very dear to her.. Sue Banda wanted to have a baby! I'll tell him about that ... too!
* * *
Liz worried until her next menses appeared. She was sure that another pregnancy would be a catastrophe; besides she already had two lovely children, and more and more she was acutely aware of the cost of living spiral. She made an appointment at a psychological clinic.
After her second session, she came home bubbling with a solution her counselor had suggested. She told Jim about it that night after they were in bed.
"Doctor Walton suggested something we hadn't thought about, darling...."
"Yeah? What's that...?" He was running his fingers teasingly down toward her pubic mound.
"A vasectomy!"
"You mean cut on me...?" He didn't like the idea at all.
"It's a hundred percent sure, darling ... and it'll ease my mind!"
"Well, I don't like the idea! I want to keep my manhood!"
"All they do is cut a little tube that carries the sperm ... and the doctor says that it can be done in the office!"
"If it's so damned good ... why don't you ask him if he'd have it done!"
"The doctor's a she darling ... and she told me that her husband has already had it. Now there's no worry, at all!"
"Well, I'm not going to let anybody cut on me!" he growled.
"There's something else...."
"Oh ...?"
"I invited Faye ... Doctor Walton, and her husband for dinner tomorrow night...."
"Why in hell did you do that?"
"So they could talk to you!" she explained. "I knew that you'd never consent to go down to her office."
"God! I can't imagine a more miserable evening, talking to some old biddy about something as personal as that!"
"But she's not an old biddy! She's about thirty, blonde, pretty face, and a fabulous figure! I think you'll like her, too ...!
"Then ... you two have got something going...?"
"It was kind of accidental."
"What happened?" Jim was interested now.
"I mentioned what happened at the Lodge, and...."
"-'And, what...?"
"She understood all about it ... about the swinging thing ... and pretty soon, the first thing I knew, she was making a pass at me!"
"I'll be damned! What did you do?"
"I invited her and her husband to come to dinner! I sort of figured that was the best thing to do!"
"And I think you're right, darling!" he approved. "Tell me more about Dr. Walton. Did you say her name was Faye? What're her measurements?" His finger was rubbing tantalizingly up and down the short, throbbing length of her clitoris.
"Why don't you wait and see tomorrow night?" Liz asked, then moaned, "OOOooohhh! This is more important ... right now! I'm hot ... already!"
Quickly, agilely, she shifted her body, reversing herself and straddling her husband's face, her hands and mouth greedily anticipative, as she reached out for the massive length of his penis, spearing straight up from the hairiness of his loins, and her mouth ovaled to slip down over its pulsating head. Then, their mouths busy, there was no more need for words.
