The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden under a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Penny Coleman is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
EVERY WA Y WIFE-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Jesus, I want to fuck that woman!"
The thought ricocheted through Garry Coleman's brain as he stared across the crowded room at Liz Baxter. He knew he was getting a hard-on and if he didn't sit down pretty soon, everyone who looked at him would know it too.
Why the hell did she turn him on so much, anyhow? Probably because she was built so differently than his wife, Penny. Where Penny was lush and curved, Liz was long and slender and lithe.
That fucking party dress she had on didn't help either. She obviously didn't have a God damned thing on under it. The soft clinging material hung from the tips of her tits suggestively.
Hell, when she moved, sometimes he could catch sight of her sharp pointed pink nipples. Liz's tits couldn't compare with Penny's big lush mounds, but that was just the point. They weren't Penny's tits. They were someone else's. New ground. Every inch of Liz was stray stuff, and nicely packaged too.
Garry went over to the table to mix himself a drink. The table was covered with an assortment of bottles. Food and dips and crackers covered another table nearby. Party food. He and Penny were throwing a house-warming party for their new apartment.
Maybe it had been a mistake to invite Liz. He knew Penny didn't like her. She was jealous and had even accused him once of having slept with Liz. Jesus, if only it were true!
The hell with it. He was glad he had invited her. And he was glad he had invited Elaine too. Sexy fucking broad. Tits even bigger than Penny's. He knew, if it had been up to Penny, neither Liz nor Elaine would have been here at the party.
Penny had a habit of inviting only her own friends. Like that asshole Barry Ditton she was so busy talking to over in the corner. A real prick, Barry. And Garry knew very well he was hot after Penny's ass.
Come to think of it, he'd invited most of the Women present himself, and Penny had invited most of the men. A marriage made in heaven, Garry thought bitterly. Shit. This was no time to worry about himself and Penny. This was a time to see how close he could get to Liz Baxter's willowy, near-nude body.
As soon as he thought of her again, he felt his cock harden a little more. He glanced over at her. With a shock, he realized she was looking straight at him.
Her eyes traveled slowly down his body, stopping for a moment at his crotch.
Garry braced himself for Liz's look of shock when she noticed the bulge in the front of his pants.
But to his surprise, she smiled. Even across the room he was sure he could see her eyes glitter. His temperature immediately soared. Jesus, his hard-on was turning her on!
More blood throbbed into Garry's thickening prick. He quickly moved across the room, before anyone else noticed, and stood facing Liz, his back to the room. Now it was his turn to look her up and down. , He made a point of letting his gaze linger for a moment on her tits, then lower down on her crotch. Then he raised his eyes and looked straight into hers. This was the moment to say something, if he didn't choke on his tongue first.
"Hot in here, isn't it?" he said softly, amazed that his voice sounded so natural. "Too many people."
"Yes, I feel pretty hot myself," Liz said in her usual throaty voice. The kind of voice that always made it sound like somebody had a finger up her cunt and she was about to come. And Jesus, how did she mean that?
"Why don't we go outside for a few minutes, then," Garry murmured, aware of a growing thickness in his voice. God, he was going to have to get out of here before he shot off in his pants.
Liz remained silent for a moment, looking up at him from under her lashes. Her eyes seemed to smolder.
"Sure," she finally said.
Garry looked around quickly. Penny was still talking to Barry Litton. She was obviously getting blasted again, something she'd been doing a lot of lately. He didn't like the way she was swaying toward Barry. One of her tits seemed to be brushing his arm.
Oh well, what the hell, she's safe enough in here with him and it'll keep her mind occupied so she won't notice I went out with Liz.
He and Liz threaded their way through the other guests. The party was being held in the big common room of the apartment complex. He and Penny had reserved it. It was a hell of a lot bigger than the apartment and better set up for a party anyhow.
Most everybody was pretty drunk so they didn't pay much attention as Garry and Liz slipped out the door.
"Aahh," he sighed when they were outside. "Beautiful night, isn't it?" he said.
"Actually, I'm kind of cold," Liz replied.
She was hugging herself with her arms across her chest. Garry could see goose pimple bumps stippling her flesh. Her dress wasn't made for the cool night air, even though it was indeed a nice night.
Garry immediately seized the opportunity.
"Let's go on up to the apartment, then," he quickly said. "It'll be nice and warm . . . and quiet."
"I'd love to," Liz said.
Oh Jesus, she really wants it, Garry thought excitedly. He took her by the arm and guided her across the big courtyard toward the elevator. His cock continued to throb in his pants as they rode up to his floor.
The door to the apartment wasn't locked. Garry debated locking it behind him as he ushered Liz inside, but decided against it. That would look pretty suspicious if someone came up and tried to get in. Especially if that someone was Penny.
Garry felt nervous. He was, after all, preparing to be unfaithful to his wife. Jesus, if she caught him . . .
But Liz was only a foot or two away, and looking up at him from underneath her lashes again. Sexy as hell. He could sense sexual heat emanating from her.
"C'mere," he grunted, sweeping her into his arms.
She was ready. There was no doubt about that as her lips met his. He felt her tongue stabbing against his. She ground her crotch against his thigh. He could actually feel the rising curve of her pussy mound, the softness of the lips, the springiness of her cunt hair. Now he was sure she wasn't wearing any panties under her dress.
He slipped one hand inside the top of her lowcut dress and cupped a tit. It was small and firm with the nipple hard as a rock. As he squeezed Liz's tit her cunt ground more demandingly against his thigh. He could hear her panting. Or was it himself?
Her hand scrambled down his body and pressed against the front of his pants, massaging his stiffened cock through the material.
Garry groaned, afraid he was going to come, but he managed to hold it back.
He hadn't felt this wildly horny in years, he realized. Not since some time after he and Penny had married. Liz's body, her nearness, but especially her unknown-ness was driving him nuts.
He felt a surge of intense sexual strength and suddenly picked Liz up, with his hands under her ass.
"Oh!" she squealed as he sat her down on the dining room table. She lay back a little, her elbows propping her up, and looked at him hotly, her eyes smoky with desire. One of her tits had popped free of the low cut top of her dress. The nipple pointed straight at Garry's face.
He leaned forward and sucked the swollen pink bud into his mouth. He heard Liz gasp sharply. She arched her back, shoving her tit against his face.
He slipped one hand up under her dress. Her legs felt hot and sleek and naked as his hand groped up toward her crotch. He started meeting wetness when his fingers were still several inches from her cunt. Her thighs were hot and slippery with pussy juice, testifying to the strength of her arousal.
Garry's fingertips touched wet, curly pussy hair. She wasn't wearing any panties! He shoved his hand up higher. His fingers skidded through wet goo into Liz's slit.
"Aaahhhh!" she gasped as he ran a fingertip up her slit and found her clit. He felt her body stiffen with pleasure.
Garry's cock pounded inside the tight confinement of his pants. Jesus, he had to get it inside Liz before he came. The only trouble was, once he got it into her hole, he knew he'd shoot off pretty quickly. That was no way to impress a woman.
He'd have to make sure she got her jollies too, or this would be his first and only fuck with Liz. And he knew he'd want a lot more than that.
The first thing to do was get at her cunt. Garry tugged her dress upward. Liz raised her ass a little up off the table to make it easier for him. He managed to slide her dress above her hips.
Nice, he thought as he stared up between Liz's legs at her now uncovered cunt. Soft brown pussy fur darkened around the center slit because of all the juice gushing from her hole.
The outer lips were more slender than Penny's, which was the only cunt he'd gotten close to for a long time. This was going to be nice ... be different.
"Please . . . please . . ." Liz panted, spreading her legs. She was obviously as horny as he was.
He was tempted to rip open his fly and plunge his cock up into that gushing cunt. But it had been so long since he'd had strange stuff to play with that he wanted to wallow in as much of Liz's snatch as he could.
So he leaned forward and buried his face between Liz's thighs. He smelled the rich perfume of aroused cunt long before he buried his nose in her dripping slit. Her thighs glided smoothly by his cheeks. Hair tickled his face and then he felt hot wet squirming cunt flesh underneath his mouth.
"Aaaaahhhhhh," Liz whimpered as his tongue slithered up into her slit. Her legs drew up and apart, flattening her crotch, making more of her cunt available to his mouth.
Her belly shuddered with passion and her head arched back, so that her hair trailed down onto the table top.
Garry could feel strong tremors rippling through Liz's body as he tongued into her snatch. Knowing he was making her feel good increased his own sense of excitement. His cock throbbed larger and larger in his pants.
He reached up with one hand and grabbed hold of Liz's one naked tit again. This time he noticed that the nipple was softer, more swollen. Liz's whole tit had swollen.
He worked his other hand up under his chin and managed to shove a finger up into Liz's pussy hole. It went in easily, but not because Liz's cunt wasn't tight.
It was ... a tight pulsing hole grasping desperately around his intruding finger. It was the wetness that made it so easy to shove his finger up her cunt. She was as slippery as a bowlful of hot vaseline.
Garry pumped his finger in and out of Liz's cunt while his tongue continued to ravage her slit. Her clit had swollen and he knew she was going to come soon. So was he. Now was the time to whip out his cock, stuff it up her hole, and fuck her hard until they both came, which wouldn't be very long from now.
Garry pulled away from Liz's cunt, taking his finger out of her hole. She lay still half propped up, her legs spread wide, her cunt gaping wetly, the entrance to her pussy hole still showing the shape of the finger he had just pulled out of it-a little pink pulsing hole that he meant to fill with something one hell of a lot bigger. She was staring hungrily up at him, her lips half parted, her whole body aching to be filled with cock.
Oh, baby, are you going to get yours, Garry thought as he fumbled with his fly, starting to pull down the zipper. But he never got it all the way undone.
He stiffened as he heard footsteps coming down the outside hall. Heading straight for his door. Would they pass? Or was someone about to come in?
"Christ!" Garry moaned as he quickly pulled his zipper closed again. The steps had stopped right outside his door. There was a moment's hesitation, as if whoever it was wasn't quite sure of the apartment number.
"Quick!" Garry hissed at Liz, who was still lying on the table, legs splayed lewdly apart, cunt gaping, revealing the pink slash he had intended sticking his cock into.
But now Liz was fully aware of the situation too.
"Oh God!" she hissed, leaping up off the table.
Garry saw her dress settle down around her legs, covering her twat. Liz was furiously stuffing her tit back into the top of her dress. Everything disappearing. Everything gone.
The door opened and a man's head popped in. It was Terry Grimes. Garry winced. Why him? He knew both Garry and Liz. And he wasn't a fool. Garry saw his eyes widen as he took in the scene.
Garry with the bulge in the front of his pants, Liz with her dress not quite straight on her body. One tit riding high.
And other things too. Garry knew that both he and Liz were probably still breathing hard. And if he looked anything like Liz, that would be a dead giveaway too. She was flushed, her lips swollen and her eyes unnaturally bright. Like she'd been fucking or ready to fuck.
"Uh . . . just came up for a whiz," Terry explained self-consciously, edging around Garry and Liz. "The bathroom downstairs had a waiting line."
Why the fuck is he staring at my face? Garry wondered, and then realized why. His face must still be slippery and shiny with Liz's cunt juices. And Terry had to be able to smell the strong odor of aroused cunt that permeated the room.
Terry quickly disappeared into the bathroom.
"Oh God," Liz groaned. "He has the biggest mouth of anyone I know. He'll blab and blab . . . oh, Jesus, I want the hell out of here!"
"Hey, wait. We'll go somewhere else," Garry blurted.
But Liz was already on her way out the front door. His piece of ass was disappearing. But not his hard-on. It still ached and throbbed in his pants.
Garry followed Liz down the hall and into the elevator. She refused to look at him in the elevator. He knew he'd never get another crack at her.
She'd boozed up enough courage this once to go for him, and it had blown up in her face. Ah, Jesus, win some, lose some, but he couldn't remember any he'd won lately.
Garry still had enough sense to let Liz go back into the party room well ahead of him. No point in waving any red flags in Penny's face.
But when he got back inside the room, Penny was nowhere to be seen. She was gone.
And so was Barry Litton.
CHAPTER TWO
Penny hadn't been as unobservant as Garry thought. Despite her close contact with Barry Litton, she had seen her husband leave the room with Liz.
Her first reaction was anger. The dirty sneak. He was obviously going to fuck her. The bulge in the front of his pants testified to that.
She almost stormed out after Garry and Liz, but then she had second thoughts. Garry's absence made it a lot easier for her to do whatever she wanted to do. And she was becoming convinced she wanted to fuck Barry.
Barry had always fascinated her. He had an odd mixture of attractiveness and evilness about him. He was tall and slender, almost thin, with large, dark, luminous eyes that were somehow disturbing.
When he looked at her, it seemed to Penny that he was looking at her naked. It made her cringe and grow hot at the same time.
She knew Barry was hard on women. Her best girlfriend had told her about her affair with Barry. It had been painful, with Barry dumping her when he tired of her.
And rumor said that Barry had also slept with Liz, the woman Garry had just left with. He'd obviously been through a good many of the women at the party. Anxious, longing glances were continuously being thrown his way.
Penny was drunk and feeling reckless, but that wasn't the only reason she wanted to see if Barry would fuck her. She was horny. Horny and bored -bored with Garry. They had been married four years now, and the sexual shine had long since worn off.
It had started as an intensely sensual affair before they were married. The first time Garry fucked Penny, which was on their second date, she had had an intense orgasm, the biggest of her life up until then. But to her amazement, her orgasms continued to intensify each time Garry fucked her. He had a wonderful cock, long and thick and very hard when he got turned on. And he knew how to use it.
They had gotten married, neither wanting to be separated from the other's crotch. Fortunately, a good personal relationship had blossomed during the early part of their marriage. Which was fortunate, because the sexual portion began to go downhill.
It wasn't that either of them forgot how to make love. But, like most intense early passions, theirs either had to calm down or they would have burnt each other up. The trouble was, with the memory of how intense it had been before, growing sanity had seemed like a loss of something special.
And unfortunately, sanity had deteriorated into boredom. Sexual boredom, because Penny and Garry still had a lot to talk about. A lot of shared interests.
But each was wondering what it would be like to fuck someone else, to experience something new. Since this was forbidden under their marriage contract, each of them began to see the other as a sexual adversary.
Now, as she stood facing an obviously interested Barry Litton, Penny was almost thankful that Garry had sneaked off with Liz Baxter. It gave her an excuse to try and make it with Barry.
Her tit was touching his arm. She turned a little, so that the nipple scraped against him. Even though the material separated both their bodies, Penny felt a thrill of pleasure shoot through her tit.
Her nipple hardened, dimpling the front of her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. She was proud of her tits. Even though they were big, they were solid as hell and held their shape without any help.
Barry glanced down at her tit. Then he looked her straight in the eyes. She felt like she was drowning in his huge brown irises.
"Let's you and me go for a walk," he said bluntly.
But the bluntness was modified by a soft suggestiveness to his voice. Now Penny knew why he was so successful with women. She felt as if he'd just touched her intimately, and all he'd done was speak. Her cunt was gushing, smearing pussy juice all over her crotch, and she was finding it hard to breathe.
"Yeah. I haven't shown you the garden, have I?" she murmured, aware of how husky her own voice was.
"Okay," Barry said with a little sneer. "Let's go look at your garden. I've always wanted to."
Oh, God, he's going to do it, Penny thought excitedly as he took her arm and guided her through the party and out the door.
She immediately felt cold when they were outside. Only part of it was because of the cool night air. She was scared and her body shivered. She was about to take a giant step, to be unfaithful to her husband. A step she could never take back. Once it was done, it was done, like losing one's virginity.
She almost backed out at that moment, but then she remembered Garry and Liz leaving the party. They were probably fucking right at that moment. And maybe in the apartment she and Garry shared. Their marital home.
That made her mad. Partly because now she and Barry wouldn't be able to use it. It was going to have to be done outside, but by God, she was going to do it!
They walked through the garden, Barry still holding her arm tucked under his own. But they didn't look at the plants.
Barry guided her straight toward a dark corner of the rather plastic and concrete-dominated, low-maintenance apartment complex garden. There was a niche back there, where two angles of the haphazardly stacked building came together into a little alcove right off the main path. She let Barry pull her to it.
He pulled her close to him and kissed her. The shock of kissing another man passionately, took her breath away. It felt so strange.
Barry's body was so much lighter, so much thinner than her husband's. Garry was good sized and well built-muscular. Barry was thin and a little soft, almost effeminate.
But there was nothing effeminate about the stiffening cock she felt pressing against her lower belly as Barry pressed his body close against hers.
Then she forgot the differences. A man was kissing her. She kissed back, her tongue darting to meet Barry's as it thrust into her mouth. She clung tightly to Barry, whose hands were all over her body, caressing her tits, digging into her ass cheeks and grazing over her belly and loins.
He stepped back from her and began to unbutton the front of her dress. He bared her tits and stood silently for a moment, staring at the big, swollen-nippled mounds.
"God," he finally said, admiringly. "They're even better than I expected."
This made Penny feel very good.
He pressed his face against her tits and began licking and sucking Penny's nipples. Jolts of liquid fire seemed to be shooting through her tits, sinking down into her body to join the expectant feelings of pleasure radiating up from her cunt.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she panted. "Make me feel good. I want you! I want you!"
In the midst of her babblings, she was aware of Barry reaching up under her dress. She felt a moment's thrill of alarm as his hand pushed up between her thighs, heading for her cunt. She knew she should stop him, she was a married woman.
But her cunt longed to feel the touch of his fingers.
"Like a sponge," Barry murmured as his fingertips came into contact with the crotch of Penny's panties.
The material was soaked through with warm pussy juice. He heard a squish as he pushed upward with his fingertips, shoving the wet material up into Penny's slit.
"Mmmmmnnnnnnggg," she moaned as her cunt ground hungrily forward against Barry's hand.
There was no hesitation any longer. She wanted her cunt filled with fingers, with cock, with tongue, with anything.
Barry slipped two fingers up under the leg-band of her panties. One of his fingertips slid into her slippery gash. Her body jerked as his fingertip unerringly located her clit and began to flick it back and forth.
Penny heard herself panting and moaning. It was almost as if she was listening to someone else a great distance away. Her only immediate awareness was of her cunt and her tits and what Barry was doing to them.
He shoved a finger up into her pussy hole.
"Oooohhhhhh," she sighed as she felt the finger slowly press its way up inside her body.
She spread her legs a little, standing in a wider stance, so Barry's hand could move higher up between her legs. His palm was pressing flat against her pussy mound as his intruding finger drove deeper into her snatch.
"Tight as hell. You got some cunt, baby," Barry murmured.
Penny was glad to hear that he was panting too. She was glad she was turning him on.
He had taken his mouth away from her tits and was staring her straight in the eyes as he fingerfuck-ed her. His eyes gleamed huge and black in the dim light.
Penny whimpered as his thumb flicked at her clit while his forefinger remained busy up inside her pussy hole.
He was obviously a talented man-and a pushy one.
"Let's see what you think of this," he grunted as he pulled down his zipper.
Penny glanced downward. She saw Barry's left hand fumbling with his fly, and a moment later it was filled with the shaft of a long, rubbery-looking prick.
"Here . . . take it," he insisted, reaching up and guiding her hand down to it.
Penny gasped as her fingers closed around Barry's cock. It felt so different from Garry's. Not quite as hard, but with an exciting rubberiness. The tip was bullet shaped and oozing a trail of slippery cum. Barry was obviously almost coming in her hand.
She realized she could have this cock up inside her cunt. And she also realized she very much wanted that to happen, she wanted to be fucked with Barry's cock, to feel its flexible length up inside her twat. Her cunt ached to be filled with the prick she held in her hand.
Barry completed the picture by growling, "I'm gonna fuck you, baby."
"How . . . how are we going to do it?" Penny panted.
They were standing on damp cold concrete. The flower beds were wet-looking and full of thorny plants.
Barry put his hands on her shoulders and spun her around, so that she was facing away from him.
"You just grab hold of that little ledge and bend over," he grunted. "I'll fuck you from behind."
Penny felt weak in the knees as she leaned forward and grabbed hold of the little ledge that ran around that part of the building. She eagerly thrust her ass back toward Barry, aware of him pulling her dress up around her waist.
He pulled her panties down.
The night air felt wickedly cool on her naked ass. She felt him fumbling his cock up between her thighs, felt its rubbery tip pressing against her cunt lips. In another moment it would pound up into her twat. She would be fucking, fucking standing up, fucking a man she had never fucked before.
She tensed, waiting for the first penetration, her cunt feeling like it was on fire. Her whole body strained with sexual hunger. Then suddenly she heard her name being called loudly from not very far away.
CHAPTER THREE
"Penny," the voice shouted angrily, drunkenly. "Where the hell are you?"
It was Garry's voice. Garry, her husband, and it sounded like he was coming this way.
"Oh, God!" she hissed, suddenly straightening up, whisking away from Barry's searching cock. She felt the tip slide away from her ass.
He pulled her panties up and they snapped back into place over her dripping hole.
"Hurry!" she hissed to Barry, spinning toward him and furiously buttoning the top of her dress. "Put that damn thing away."
She could see him trying to stuff his cock back into his pants. Being hard, it didn't fit easily. She was aware of the humor as he grunted and strained, but at the moment she didn't think it was funny. If Garry caught them this way . . .
Barry was apparently concerned too. Garry was a big man and might be a little angry if he found him waving his cock at his wife. With a grunt of pain he forced his cock back into his pants and quickly zipped them up, bending forward to make sure he didn't catch any cock flesh in the zipper.
When Garry came storming up, Penny and Barry were out of the little alcove and walking in the garden, all innocence.
"Oh, hello," she said as offhandedly as she could "Where have you been?"
That took some of the wind out of Garry's sails, but he continued to glower at Penny and Barry.
"No place as interesting as where you've been," he snarled.
Penny noticed he was staring at the top of her dress. She looked down and saw, to her horror, that she hadn't buttoned the buttons up correctly. So he had to know. Know, at least, that Barry had been at her tits. She decided to brazen it out anyhow.
"I don't know about that," she said icily. "Perhaps we should get hold of Liz and compare notes."
Garry fell silent, staring intently at his wife.
"Well folks," Barry said nervously. "Think I'll get back to the party."
"I thought you were going home, Barry," Garry said in a dangerously controlled voice.
"Well . . . hah-hah," Barry said. "Guess I was." And he faded away down the garden path, leaving Garry and Penny alone.
"Listen, you little whore," Garry snarled.
"Don't give me any of your sanctimonious bullshit," she snapped back. "You don't think I have eyes? And a nose?" she added, moving closer to him, her nostrils twitching. "Ugh. You smell like pussy, and we know who's, don't we?"
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Garry said, but her shot had struck home. "And speaking of the smell of pussy, you have an odor like a French whore house."
Penny's chin shot up. "I'm not going to listen to talk like that," she snapped, and marched back down the path toward the party.
Garry followed, raging inside, sure Penny had fucked Barry and he himself hadn't gotten anything but a box lunch down at the 'Y'-Liz's cunt.
Once back at the party, Penny and Garry did their best to hide their anger and pay attention to their guests. But their tension showed, and most of the guests had seen each of them slipping off with their hoped-for conquests. The mood was strained, and by one o'clock in the morning, the party was over.
Penny and Garry went up to their apartment, leaving clean-up until next morning.
Garry aggressively brushed his teeth over the kitchen sink while Penny did the same in the bathroom. They didn't talk as they got into bed, both nursing a jealous anger toward the other.
But as they lay side by side in bed, each began to feel sexual frustration. They became intensely aware of one another's bodies. As usual, each slept naked.
Garry's arm brushed one of Penny's tits. He realized that her nipple was erect. Probably thinking about the fuck she had with Barry, he thought bitterly.
But Penny's nipple wasn't the only thing hard in the bed. So was Garry's cock, brought to an aching hardness, both by the memory of his almost-fuck with Liz and the soft, warm nearness of Penny's naked body.
Each of them was tormented by the thought that the other had made love to someone else. Oddly enough, this turned them on even more. Each wanted to get their licks in to possess the other that someone else had possessed.
Penny, while rolling over, touched Garry's prick. It was an accident, but hot lust raced through her body as her hand closed around her husband's rock-hard dick. So it had been up inside Liz's cunt? So what? All she knew was that she had almost been fucked but not quite and she was so horny she thought she was going to die.
"Garry?" she whimpered.
That was the last word either of them uttered for quite a while.
Garry rolled over, his hand seeking out his wife's cunt, dripping wet. He was sure part of the goo seeping from Penny's pussy hole had to be Barry's cum. He didn't care. He had to get his cock into a cunt or he was going to go nuts, and here was a wet, ready cunt waiting.
Garry's fingers slide up into his wife's slit. He didn't bother with her clit. Her deep moan as his fingers slithered down toward her pussy hole told 'him she was as turned on as she was going to get.
He stuffed a finger up her hole. Tight, hot and slick inside. Quick, sharp rippling shudders around his finger told him she was coming-one of the preparatory little orgasms she had before the biggie. Maybe Barry had done a bad job of fucking her. Maybe he hadn't gotten her off. That made Garry feel better.
He pulled his dripping finger from her cunt and smeared her juices over the bulbous head of his swollen cock, lubricating it. No more foreplay. He rolled over on top of Penny.
Her legs opened hungrily.
He ran his cock tip up and down her slit several times, coating it with more of her slippery juices. She had a tight cunt, but he had a big cock. They always needed all the help they could to get to fit it inside. But once inside . . .
Garry positioned the tip of his cock at the opening to Penny's pussy. Her fingers met his, helping.
She was panting loudly. Her hips made lazy little lunges upward, begging his cock to enter her cunt.
It did. Garry felt the tip slip up inside. He groaned as his wife's tight pussy clasped hungrily around his cock.
Penny whimpered as she felt herself being filled with inch after inch of rigid cock meat.
There were gasps, moans, whimpers and cries as Garry and Penny started fucking. Each knew every one of the other's moves. Penny's cunt ground upward to meet Garry's heavy downward thrusts. They worked together like a well-oiled machine.
That was the trouble. As well as they made love, as much as each of them anticipated the other's pleasure, it was all too predictable. Each knew just what the other was going to do, where the next thrust was coming from, when the next spasm of Penny's cunt muscles would occur.
Despite their horniness, both Garry and Penny began to turn off. Her orgasm faded away into the background. Garry was afraid he was going to lose his hard-on, and that he didn't want. He had to come or his nuts were going to explode. But in Penny? Same-old-hole Penny?
Then he knew the answer. He let his mind drift away from Penny, from the warm, writhing body lying underneath his.
He thought about Liz, reliving the scene with her on the dining room table. Only this time, Terry didn't walk in on them. This time his cock was up inside Liz's body.
Her cunt lips rubbed against the base of the shaft. He watched her pant and whimper as he fucked into her body. Her hard little tit poked out of the top of her low-cut dress, pointing at his face again.
The more he thought about Liz and what fucking her would be like, the harder his cock got. It grew and grew inside Penny's cunt as he fantasized. It was Liz he was fucking. He lost himself in the thrill of a new body. A new cunt. He knew he could come now. Shoot off in his wife's cunt and pretend it was Liz's.
The far-away look on her husband's face let Penny know what was going on in his mind. She felt a moment's anger and almost pushed him away from her. But she was horny and almost without warning, she found her mind drifting back to that incredibly exciting few minutes in the garden with Barry.
He had fingerfucked her. Sucked her tits until they glowed with feeling. She had felt his cock in her hand, a cock so much different than her husband's.
That cock had almost ended up in her cunt. She had almost fucked standing up. From the rear, out in the open, in an apartment complex where hundreds of people lived.
What a thrill when she had felt Barry's cock tip dragging up along the back of her thighs on its way to her cunt. She had waited for it to fill her, more horny than she had ever been before in her life.
Now, in her mind, she let it happen. This time, as she bent forward, her fingers digging with a painful strength into the rough masonry of the building ledge, Barry's cock pushed past her pussy lips and forced its way up into her cunt.
She saw herself gasping and panting, bent forward, ass thrust hungrily back as Barry fucked her from behind. She saw his slender body flexing, hips driving back and forth with each stroke up into her gushing pussy hole.
Never mind that the cock actually in her cunt was twice as hard and somewhat thicker than Barry's. She was going to come. Eyes closed, she felt her orgasm sweep over her as she thought about what it would have been like to fuck Barry out there, in the night, in that little alcove.
And when Garry's nuts pumped up their hot rush of cum, it was Liz's cunt he was filling. It was her slender body writhing and twitching under his. His eyes were shut too as he rutted like an animal, driving his spouting cock piston-like up into his wife's spasming twat.
Reality seeped back into Penny's and Garry's consciousness. When their orgasms had spent themselves, when each was lying more quietly as their breathing got back to normal, each felt guilty.
There was something wrong about what had just happened. About pretending they were making love to someone else when it was actually their spouse.
The problem was, Garry and Penny genuinely cared for one another. They had a deep personal bond. But the increasing boredom of their sex life was driving them apart.
Partly out of guilt, Penny tried to make amends.
"I didn't make it with Barry," she abruptly said. "Not all the way."
"Just because I showed up, isn't that right?" he demanded.
She reluctantly nodded.
"Well," he admitted, "I didn't make it with Liz because of the same reason."
There was a glum silence.
"This isn't right," Penny suddenly burst out. "We're pushing ourselves away from each other. Why?"
"Sex," Garry replied glumly. "We've both got roving eyes."
It was obviously a time for honesty.
"Yeah," Penny admitted.
She was glum too, but then her jaw set and she looked up at Garry.
"So, why don't we face it?" she demanded. "We almost did tonight, but we screwed it up because we were both afraid of each other. We backed off. Why don't we agree that we're going to do it? Going to . . . make it with other people and just go ahead with it. Give it a try."
Garry looked over at his wife. His manner was brooding, heavy. But it was masking an inner excitement. God, what an idea. Going out and fucking women like Liz with his wife's blessing. Of course, there was the other side of the coin. She'd be doing the same with other men. Could he handle that?
He decided he preferred not to think about it. At least, not about his own reaction. But what if other people found out that Penny was fucking other men? He'd look like a fool. A cuckold. Everybody would be laughing at him behind his back.
"Hey, we can't do it right out in the open," he insisted. "It'd have to be so nobody, none of our friends, knew."
Penny's face, which had been lit up at the idea of filling her cunt with strange cock, clouded.
"That'd probably be impossible," she murmured.
Then her face lit up. "Hey! We maybe wouldn't have to do it here. It's just about time for our vacation. Let's go away somewhere, maybe separately and give this thing a try."
Then her face soured again.
"It probably won't work. It'll probably fuck things up even worse then they are already. I never heard of a married couple planning anything like this so cold-bloodedly," she said.
But now Garry was fired up.
"I think it's a great idea," he enthused.
Then he had a thought.
"But I think we should go on this, uh, fucking vacation together. You know. So we can kind of check back with each other and see how it's working out. Why don't we go up to that lake resort in the mountains we were talking about?" he added.
The truth was, he didn't want Penny out of his sight, particularly not if she was fucking other men. What if she fell in love with one and he wasn't there to put in his bid?
Penny was having some of the same thoughts. '
"Okay," she agreed.
Her face sobered again.
"God, what a weird thing to do," she said in an awed voice.
"Yeah," Garry agreed. But already his mind was full of cunts and tits. Beautiful faces. New faces. And the more he thought about what he and Penny were going to do, the more excited he became. So excited in fact, that his cock began to harden again.
Penny noticed it.
"For me?" she asked.
"Why not?" he said, reaching for his wife. "For old time's sake."
CHAPTER FOUR
Garry looked desperately around the bar. He had to find a woman fast. Any woman. Somebody to take his mind off Penny and what she must be doing, because he had just seen his wife leave the bar with a man.
Why the fuck did she choose him? Garry wondered. He was at least twenty years older than Penny and as oily looking as a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman.
Of course, that helped allay any fears Garry might have that the guy would permanently steal his wife away from him, but still, he had to face the fact that the son-of-a-bitch probably had his cock in Penny's cunt by now.
All the women he could see in the bar were with a man. Nobody alone, except the old girl down at the other end of the bar. The one who had been belting back the drinks ever since he had first come in.
Maybe she'd have to do.
Garry decided on a quick trip to the men's room. His path would lead him right past her.
He got up and sauntered by close enough so that he had a good look at her face-and at her body.
The face was fairly ravaged, but he decided the body was good enough, what he could see of it.
Very slender with small, hard-looking tits pushing out the front of her blouse. The kind of tits least likely to sag with age and hard usage.
As he passed by, the woman looked up at him.
He saw a calculating gleam of interest in the woman's eyes as she looked him up and down. He was sure now that she would be available. But could he do it? Could he go after her? All his dreams so far had been of young nymphets, big-titted and firm-bodied. Playboy magazine girls with perfect figures.
By the time he came back from the men's room, Garry was asking himself, "Why not?" If he was going to fuck a lot of women, why not a cross-section. Why not the older ones too? The ones with experience.
So he picked up his glass and moved down the bar, settling down onto a bar stool right next to the woman.
"Buy you a drink?" he asked, indicating her nearly empty glass.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said in a dry, throaty whisky baritone.
She looked at him from underneath immensely long eyelashes that had to be false. But they looked good. He decided that her face wasn't that bad after all.
She had blonde hair fairly well done in some kind of permanent and the way she was wearing her makeup got the most out of her features, which he could see were regular and finely drawn. She must have been a real beauty when she was in her twenties, he thought.
He estimated her present age at middle to late forties.
The woman nodded to the bartender, who shot a quick look at Garry and then took the woman's glass to refill it after she quickly knocked back the little remaining in the bottom of the glass.
She likes her booze, Garry thought.
The bartender brought the fresh drink.
"And to whom do I owe this marvelous gift?" she drawled.
"My name's Garry," he replied. "We were the only two people by ourselves in the bar, so I thought, why not get acquainted?"
"Good thinking, Garry. I'm Patsy and I like you. I like all strong, horny young men."
Garry colored a little. This old girl wasn't going to be easy to get along with.
"What makes you think I'm horny?" he asked.
"Why else do men talk to strange women in bars?" she replied.
Why not play her game, he thought, so he coolly and openly looked her slowly up and down.
"Maybe I don't think you look strange," he finally said, looking her straight in the eye.
"Good for you. You get right to the point," Patsy said. "But do you think you can buy me with a drink? Well, let me tell you something, buster ... of course you can. What'll it be? Your room or mine?"
Garry realized he was gaping but he couldn't help it. This old girl was obviously a hell of a lot faster than he was.
While he was still gaping, she said, "Oh, all right, my room. And let's go now, because I'll tell you something else. I'm horny, too. Horny as hell and I have a feeling you can do something about it," and she glanced meaningfully down at the crotch of his pants.
While he was still sitting there recovering, Patsy rapped on the bar for the bartender's attention.
"I want to buy a bottle to take with me," she ordered.
The bartender brought it and Garry automatically reached for his wallet.
Patsy stopped him with a hand on his arm.
"Forget it. I already told you. My price is one drink-and a nice smile. I'll get the bottle. I'm dripping with money, anyhow, from my ex-husband," she said.
Bottle in hand, Patsy pulled Garry up from his bar stool and led him out of the bar. He expected her to head for the elevators, but instead she walked out of the building and headed down a walk that led through lush vegetation.
"Oh," Garry said. "You live in one of the chalets."
"Yeah. I go first class," Patsy said. "What else is money for?"
The resort was laid out with a huge central building, in which were shops and bars and game rooms, and upstairs, tier after tier of small motellike rooms.
He had one of them and Penny another in a distant wing. But further out, spread along a semi-private stretch of lakeside shoreline, were a number of bungalows. Quite large bungalows. And that was obviously where Patsy was taking him.
He'd never been in one of the chalets. He was impressed when Patsy opened the front door and let him in. Luxury everywhere, from the thick carpeting and rich woods paneling the walls, to the lush, completely enclosed garden he could see through a rear glass sliding door.
Patsy tossed her purse onto the couch.
"Now, I want you to get comfortable, which means I want you to take your clothes off," she said. "Maybe you need some help."
She started undressing him.
Garry felt foolish and a little vulnerable as she unbuttoned his shirt. She tossed the shirt aside and ran a hand sensuously over his bare chest.
"Nice," she said. "So nice and broad and muscular. When I was young I liked slender boyish men, but now that I know where it's at, I like men who look like men. The bigger the better and that goes for their cocks too."
As she said this, she was unfastening Garry's belt. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His shorts followed. Garry looked down at his naked cock. It was beginning to stiffen.
"Oh, a nice one," Patsy said gleefully. "I knew it'd be like this."
She took Garry's cock in her hand and stroked it. It grew harder. She looked up at him. Her eyes were glittering.
"I'll bet you think I want you to fuck me now. But I like more foreplay, and my ideas of foreplay have changed over the years. It'll take me a little while to turn on."
She turned and pointed out to the garden.
"Tell you what. There's a Jacuzzi out there. You go on and get in it and I'll join you in a minute. I want to make an entrance."
Garry shrugged, although he was ready to fuck her right then and there. The oddness and directness of her approach had turned him on more than he'd expected to be turned on. But he decided to do as she wanted and went out into the garden.
The Jacuzzi was easy to find-a miniature round swimming pool about four feet deep filled with steaming, swirling hot water. He stepped in, moving gingerly at first because of the heat, and sat down on the underwater tile bench that ran around the inside edge. The hot swirling water immediately soothed him which he wasn't too happy about, because he began to lose his erection.
Patsy came out of the house wearing a long dressing gown. She paused by the edge of the Jacuzzi and swept the gown from her body theatrically. She was naked underneath.
Not bad, Garry thought. Even better than he'd expected. Everything smooth and sleek. It could have been the body of a girl fifteen years younger. Small but firm breasts, flat stomach, sleek hips and, covered by a discreet fluff of light brown fur, that part of the female anatomy that some men considered indestructible-a cunt.
Patsy slipped into the water next to Garry. Her hand immediately dipped underwater and sought out his cock.
"Uh-oh," she said. "It's all gone away. We'll have to do something about that. But there's plenty of time. First I want to do something about myself. Do you want to watch while I get myself turned on?"
Without waiting for an answer, Patsy reached down between her legs and slipped a finger into her slit.
Garry could see the finger, refracted by the water, rubbing up and down slowly.
"I have a very sensitive clit," Patsy told him. "And it's most sensitive in warm water. Particularly water that's moving with a lot of force behind it. Watch."
She stuck her ass back toward one of the underwater jets of water that swirled out from the sides of the Jacuzzi.
"I kind of aim my ass so the water hits my cunt from behind," Patsy explained. "While I work on my clit with my finger. Like this . . . Oooooohhhhh ..."
Garry was gaping again. He couldn't help it as he watched Patsy's eyes open wide with pleasure.
Her mouth formed a tight little circle for a moment, then she smiled.
"It feels so God damned good," she sighed. "Here. You do my clit for a while. I'm too shaky."
She guided Garry's hand down toward her cunt with her own hand. He felt how firm her pussy lips were as his finger dipped into her slit. Not slippery, though, because the water was washing away all her juices, but he had no doubt they were flowing fast. She looked turned on enough.
She had one of the biggest clits Garry had ever felt. It was almost long enough to pull on, but in the water, the best he could do was rub it up and down and back and forth.
Patsy moaned loudly. With the water pushing against her cunt from behind, and Garry's finger on her clit,, she no longer attempted her mocking, blase manner. She was simply a turned on, horny woman, trying to get it off.
While Garry worked on her, she reached forward and grabbed hold of his cock. It was fully hard again. If anything, the heat of the water was turning Garry on. His cock felt hot and alive and ready.
Patsy eagerly pulled on it, then she leaned down and sucked the tip into her mouth.
Garry grunted as he felt her tongue go to work on it inside her hot wet mouth.
He wanted her. He wanted to pound his cock into her body. Right then, right at that moment. With an inarticulate grunt, Garry pulled his prick out of range of Patsy's voraciously sucking lips. He grabbed her around the waist and raised her out of the water, sitting her on the edge of the pool. Then he got up onto the step, crowding in between her legs. Her cunt gaped open in front of him, the inner lips showing bright scarlet.
"Oh yes ... yes ... " Patsy panted. "Take me . . . shove it in me," she begged. "Rape me. Violate me!"
Weird, Garry thought, but all he really wanted to do was fuck her. He shoved his finger up her cunt to see if it was ready for cock. It was. Now that she was out of the water, her cunt was gushing lubricants, the slippery juices squirting out over his thrusting finger. He smeared some of it over her outer cunt lips, then shoved his cock up toward her waiting snatch.
Patsy sat with her legs trailing into the water and her hands braced on the pool's rim. She wasn't saying anything now, just moaning as she waited for Garry's cock.
He obliged her by shoving it quickly up into her pussy hole. It went in smoothly and easily, not because she had a sloppy twat, but because she could obviously control how tight it was. Once his prick was inside her, he felt her muscles clamp down, tightly imprisoning his cock. She was as tight as a virgin but a hell of a lot easier to fuck.
She whimpered passionately as he fucked wildly into her cunt. The water frothed furiously around his pumping thighs and ass. The edge of the pool was cool and hard against his loins, contrasting excitingly to the hot alive feel of Patsy's cunt.
After only a half-dozen strokes, Garry knew he was about to come. He was too turned on to hold it back.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" he moaned loudly, seizing hold of Patsy's hips so he could hold her in place while he rammed his spouting cock deep into her cunt.
"Oh, yes ... yes . . . fill me with your jism!" she whimpered. "I love it ... I love it . . . aaaiiiyyyy ... I'm coming too!"
He could feel her cunt spasming around his pistoning cock. It made his orgasm more intense. He grunted and panted, thrusting his cock in and out of her climaxing hole until his cock began to shrink up inside her.
It finally flopped free, trailing gobs of cum down onto the surface of the water, where they floated like little white frothy islands.
Patsy leaned back with a happy sigh.
"Wonderful," she said. "That was such a nice beginning to the evening's fun."
"Beginning?" Garry asked.
He was still trembling from the intensity of the fuck. And now it sounded like Patsy wanted more.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Yes. Let's go inside now, into the game room," she said, getting up and heading into the house.
Garry shrugged. It was easy to follow that slender but very feminine ass, particularly when he knew what a sweet snatch nestled up between those long sleek thighs.
Patsy led him into a room. Probably was what she meant by the "game room" but he couldn't see any games. No pool tables or slot machines. Just a broad expanse of softly carpeted floor.
There seemed to be a thick pad under the carpeting. His feet sank in almost as if he were standing on a firm fat mattress.
"Let me get ready," Patsy said, reaching out for something made of leather. Then Garry noticed some of the things hanging on the walls, some of leather, some of metal. Some looking an awful lot like whips.
He glanced over at Patsy.
She was pulling on long, black, thigh-length boots made of some soft kind of leather. A leather vest followed, a vest that made Garry do his gaping act again. The vest was cut out in the front. Just two circles to let Patsy's tits poke through. She looked weird to him, standing facing him, a sensuous, nervous smile on her face, tits poking out through the front of her black leather vest, with high-heeled black leather boots reaching right up to her crotch. The nakedness of her cunt was accentuated by all the leather surrounding it.
Patsy, looking very hot and excited, slipped one finger up between her pussy lips and began playing with her cunt again. She was very wet.
Garry could hear her finger squish noisily in and out of her dripping hole.
"Now ..." she said, breathing heavily. "Let's play some games."
"What kind of games?" Garry asked suspiciously.
"The first one is called 'Punishment,' " Patsy said throatily. "I'm a bad girl. I've been a bad girl all my life. I need to be-be punished-like my Daddy used to punish me."
"Here," she said, handing Garry a short leather strap. "Punish me."
Far out! Garry thought, staring down at the strap in his hand. He knew he couldn't do whatever it was Patsy wanted him to do. He looked up as she turned around and fell down on all fours in front of him. Her ass was facing in his direction.
She looked at him over her shoulder.
"Go ahead!" she urged excitedly. "Do it! Punish me! I love it! Honest, I do!"
Garry felt silly as he swung the strap idly back and forth. He stared down at Patsy's ass. A hell of a nice ass. Could he hit it with the strap? Not likely, but Patsy sure wanted him to. Well, he'd slap her with it a couple of times and then get the hell out of here.
He swung the strap toward Patsy's naked ass. It hit harder than he thought it would. There was a sharp meaty crack and he saw Patsy's body jerk. He backed away, ready to say he was sorry, but he saw Patsy's body jerk.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... I love it!" she moaned.
"Really?" he asked incredulously.
She nodded eagerly.
He shrugged and hit her again. The strap smacked sharply against naked ass flesh.
Once again Patsy's body jerked and shuddered. She wagged her ass excitedly.
So his next blow with the strap was a good one. He saw a big red mark appear on Patsy's ass. But she didn't ask him to stop. He could see her cunt up between her thighs, cunt lips partly open under the split of her ass, surrounded by its soft fringe of hair.
He hit her again and again, watching her ass turn a bright red, then an angry purple. This is crazy! he told himself, but by now Patsy was moaning wildly and he could tell from her face that she was about to have an orgasm.
Garry felt his cock throbbing. He looked down, surprised to see his cock hugely swollen. Only then did he realize how wildly he was turned on. He knew it wasn't because of hitting Patsy. He was no sadist. No, it was because of her passion. Because he could see how turned on she was. It was incredibly exciting to see a woman about to come just from being whacked on the ass.
Garry threw down the strap and fell on his knees behind Patsy. He guided his cock up between her thighs. Her cunt gobbled it greedily. She had been ready for it.
From the first stroke he had a wildcat on his hands. He had never fucked a more wildly excited woman.
Patsy screamed and moaned.
He was afraid someone would hear and think she was being murdered. But he really didn't care. The only thing that mattered right then was his aching, throbbing, massively swollen prick and the writhing, twisting woman in front of him.
He felt how hot her pussy walls were as they spasmed around his pounding cock. He felt like he was fucking all the way through her body up to her throat. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady while he fucked her.
When Garry came, he felt like he was spewing his guts out through the end of his cock. He bellowed wildly, his body flexing with mad strength, sending his spouting prick slamming far up into Patsy's writhing body.
She accepted his cum with wild abandon. As far as he could tell, she hadn't stopped coming since he'd started fucking her.
Garry, exhausted, fell forward wearily, crushing Patsy down onto the padded floor. She lay under him, his cock still thrusting up into her cunt from behind. Savage little spasms inside her cunt told him there was still orgasmic activity going on.
Finally he rolled away from her and lay on his back, gasping for air. What a trip, he thought. This would be one for his memoirs.
Patsy sat up next to him. She was smiling sweetly.
"That was wonderful," she said. "You learn fast. You punished me so much! Now, let's play some more. I know lots of interesting games."
"Like what?" he said.
She got up and went over to the wall. He watched her take down a leather whip and a curious metal contraption that looked like an iron jock strap.
"Put this on," she said, panting a little, her eyes glittering wildly. "And then I'll punish you."
"Oh, no thanks," he said, leaping to his feet and heading into the living room.
"Wait!" Patsy cried after him, following, still carrying the whip and the iron contraption. "You'll love it, I know you will. You'll love being punished!"
"Uh-uh," Garry insisted, quickly pulling on his clothes. "The I.R.S. punishes me enough to last the whole year. I've had a lot of fun and you've had a lot of fun, and now I think I'll go rest a while."
He left Patsy, standing disconsolately in the doorway, whip and ball-crusher still in hand as he headed down the path toward the main building.
"Fucking incredible!" he kept muttering to himself all the way into the bar.
He sat down in an empty booth near the back of the bar. He wanted to be out of sight just in case Patsy tried following him. He wasn't sorry he had gone with her. His cock throbbed pleasantly. She'd been a great fuck and he'd had an experience he'd never forget. But every time that he thought about the iron jock strap, he shuddered.
"What would you like to drink, sir?" a soft feminine voice said next to him, cutting into his thoughts. Garry looked up and knew he was gaping again. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen was leaning into his booth.
CHAPTER SIX
"Something to drink, sir?" she repeated.
Garry still didn't answer. He stared up at the girl, drinking in her loveliness.
She was nineteen or twenty, with thick wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. Odd eyes, somewhat oriental, except for their bright blue color, slanting up at the corners over wide cheekbones. A lush, sensuous-looking mouth and creamy skin.
She was wearing the resort's cocktail waitress uniform, very low-cut in front. Short flounced skirt. It showed a lot of body, and what body showed, Garry liked. Firm-looking tits pushed upward by the tight top of the uniform. A softly swelling ass pushed out the rear of the skirt, held up by smooth, beautifully curved legs.
More impressive than the girl's statistics was the way she moved. Hell, Garry thought, the way she just stood there. Light and graceful with an indefinable added something he could only think of as a natural sensuousness. This was the kind of girl he had come up here to fuck.
"Uh, yeah . . . sure," he muttered, seeing that the girl was growing impatient. "Bring me a, let's see, just a beer for now, uh . . . Mandy," he said, straining his eyes to read the small name tag perched jauntily on the rich swell of her left tit.
She nodded and turned away. She was a while in coming back.
Garry, whose eyes followed her every step of the way, noticed that she had several drinks on her tray. She delivered them on her way to him, and to his delight, when she got to him, his beer was the only remaining drink on the tray.
"Thanks," he said as she set the beer down on the table. He took his time in producing his money. He wanted to keep her near. "I haven't seen you in here before," he said in an attempt at conversation.
"Well, I've been here," she replied. Not too good a start.
"I guess I haven't, then," Garry said. "At least, not at this time of day." Silence.
Then, "Have you worked here long?"
At least she wasn't going away. Maybe she enjoyed talking to him.
"A couple of months."
"It must be nice working at a resort."
She wrinkled her nose. "Yes and no. I hate to work when other people are playing."
"Well, at least you have some time to play," he replied. "Do you have good hours? I mean, can you spend some time in the sun, or do you have to work all day?" A not-so-subtle attempt to find out what time she got off work.
Her smile told him that she knew what he was trying to do. It was a nice enough smile. It even had a certain kind of invitation in it. But it was something else too. A stand-offishness. An unspoken 'hands off, buster.' She seemed to Garry an exciting mixture of maybe and never.
He knew he was letting his interest show. That Mandy couldn't miss it.
What he didn't know was that Penny had come into the bar and that she was very aware of his interest in Mandy too. She saw her husband sitting and leaning toward the girl, and she saw the gleam in his eyes. She knew that gleam. Total interest, and it scared her.
She had just had a very bad hour with a very difficult man. What she needed was reassurance, not the spectacle of her husband drooling over another woman. A very beautiful woman, too.
Penny knew she herself was very attractive, but she wondered if she could compete with the girl her husband was talking to.
She knew nothing of Garry's frantic fucks with Patsy. She had already been gone from the bar before they met. Gone with a man she hoped she never saw again, Pete Johnson. She shuddered as she remembered what had happened between them.
When he'd first come up to her in the bar, Penny had experienced a thrill of excitement mixed with apprehension. Was it going to happen so soon? Was a man about to ask her to fuck?
The trouble was, she didn't know if she would want to fuck this one. He was a big, fleshy man, with short bristly hair and a heavy face. Not her kind of man at all.
Or could she decide that so quickly? she asked herself. She was, after all, new at this. It wouldn't hurt to let him sit and talk to her for a while. She smiled and he quickly slipped into the booth on the seat opposite hers.
"Hi, baby," he said. "Name's Pete. Pete Johnson."
Penny recoiled a little. The brashness of Pete's manner was jarring. But she decided to play it out. After all, he was sitting down. She couldn't ask him to leave after the implicit invitation of her smile.
Pete spoke in what seemed to her an endless stream of anecdotes and boasts. He told her he was a salesman, which his pushy manner had already given away anyhow. No, definitely not her kind of man at all.
However, that kind of realization added an element of spice to the knowledge that Pete obviously wanted to fuck her. It showed in the hungry way his flat gray eyes pried at the front of her dress. Obviously, her tits fascinated him.
Now that she'd had time for a closer examination, Penny decided Pete wasn't all that bad looking. He had a strong chin and his mouth, while a little loose, promised sensuality. His eyes were pouchy and his skin not a good color.
He was obviously heavily into dissipations of one kind or another, which was also a little exciting to Penny. And he had too much stomach, but he was on the whole strong-looking, with meaty forearms poking out of his brightly colored Hawaiian shirt. He reminded her of a wild boar.
Several young people sat down in a booth near them and began talking loudly. Pete wrinkled his nose.
"Can't hear yourself talk in here," he muttered, scowling at the noisy group. Then he turned to Penny.
"Tell you what, little lady," he said huskily. "How'd you like to come up to my place for a drink?"
Penny almost laughed at his bad Bogart imitation. But instead of laughing she felt a little sorry for him because of his obviousness. She knew he had to be one horny man.
Well, I'll go with him, she told herself. I can always leave if the scene gets too hot. And if I do end up sleeping with him, well . . . it's not like I'd have to marry him. If I don't like it, I'll just never do it with him again.
There was another reason she wanted to get out of the bar. She had seen Garry come in a few minutes before.
It made her nervous to be talking to another man, a man who so obviously wanted her, with her husband sitting only a few yards away. She couldn't think clearly.
So she let Pete lead her out of the bar, very aware of Garry's eyes on her. She felt more nervous by the moment, but her very nervousness determined her to go on with it. After all, scenes like this were the main reason she and Garry had come up to the resort.
His room was almost exactly like hers, except it was on the opposite side of the building, so all the dimensions were reversed.
It had the same big bed dominating the single room. Penny eyed the bed nervously as she sat gingerly in one of the two uncomfortable plastic chairs. Pete mixed them drinks. The single dressing table was covered with a litter of bottles. Penny now knew at least one of Pete's dissipations.
Pete sat opposite her, leaning a little forward in his chair. She knew he was trying to look up her dress. Knowing this turned her on a little. This was a genuine seduction scene.
The liquor helped. She felt her nerves relaxing. A warm glow throbbed gently up between her legs.
Pete hitched his chair closer. He put his hand on her knee.
"You're a sexy woman," Pete said thickly.
Well, here it was. She could see a growing bulge in the front of Pete's pants. Now what the hell was going to happen next . . . ?
Suddenly, Pete reached forward and grabbed her arm, jerking her up out of her chair.
"Hey! What . ; . ?" Penny started to say.
But she couldn't speak any more because his fleshy mouth mashed against hers. His arms held her in an iron cage from which she knew there would be no escape. She was still gasping in shock as his tongue shoved deep into her mouth.
Penny had never been treated like this before- the cave man approach. Her first reaction was shock and outrage, and then, to her amazement, she discovered she was becoming incredibly excited. Her heart was pounding and her tits throbbed and a hot wet feeling was spreading over her crotch.
She didn't have to do much. She hung limply in Pete's powerful arms as his tongue ravished hers. His leg shoved up between her thighs, pressing against her cunt. He freed one arm and grabbed hold of her left tit. His touch was harsh, almost painful, but it was also exciting.
Penny knew she was panting and her hips jerked forward, pressing her twat more tightly against Pete's leg.
Just as suddenly as he had grabbed her, Pete stepped away.
"I want you naked," he growled.
"Huh?" she said, still panting.
"Take off your clothes. I like to watch women take off their clothes. It turns me on. Come on. You gonna do it, or do I gotta do it?"
Penny was a little frightened by Pete's mood. He was so savage! Did he fuck like a savage too? Penny felt her stomach flutter. She had no doubt she was going to find out. But first, she had to take her clothes off if she didn't want Pete helping. She knew his help would probably be hard on buttons and seams.
He sat down in one of the chairs as she began to undress, legs sprawled out loosely in front of him. Penny felt like a stripper as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Pete's avid eyes made her feel that way. He stared at her tits as she slowly opened her blouse.
She took it off and tossed it onto the other chair, turning back to face him. She received a shock. He had unzipped his fly and was slowly jerking off as he stared at her naked tits.
Penny gulped as she looked down at his prick, h was huge and battered-looking, with a knobby, mushroom-shaped tip. It looked like it had made war on a lot of cunts. A big, battle-worn cock.
Penny slowly unfastened the waistband of her skirt. Then she stepped out of it, kicking off her shoes in the process. Now, all she was wearing was a pair of panties, black lace panties.
She stood in front of Pete, hesitating, a medium-sized, brown-haired, brown-eyed young woman whose best feature was her tits. Not that the rest of her body was anything to be ashamed of, but her tits were special. Big rounded mounds, with small neat nipples. They were so firm that there was very little overlap underneath them. They stuck straight out from her body with a deep valley between them.
Pete seemed to be appreciative. The tempo of his masturbating picked up as he stared at the twin mounds.
She noticed that a single drop of cum was hanging, glittering like a jewel in the slitted tip of Pete's cock. As his hand slowly pumped up and down the massive shaft, the drop spilled over and hung down in a long shining sticky thread.
"Take it all off," Pete growled, reminding Penny that she still had on her panties. She quickly bent and stripped them off, then straightened up to face him, completely naked. The neat dark triangle of her cunt hair punctuated the rich fullness of her hips and thighs. Penny was the personification of lushness.
She swallowed as Pete stood up and came toward her, his cock still jutting out of his open fly, his fingers still grasping its immense length.
"What . . . what are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm gonna turn you inside out, baby," he said with a grunt. "You ain't never gonna forget it."
Without warning, he placed his hand between her tits and pushed her backward. Penny lost her balance and back-pedaled until she hit the edge of the bed at her knees. She squealed and fell onto the mattress, legs splayed wide as she fought for balance.
Pete immediately moved in between her open thighs, his heavy body crowding close.
"Nice," Pete said throatily as he reached out for her naked body.
He was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, with Penny's legs on either side of him, trailing over the edge of the mattress. He reached up and cupped a hand over each of her tits.
"Yeah . . . nice," he repeated, as he rather painfully squeezed the resilient mounds.
Then he seized her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began to roll them around.
Penny couldn't decide whether what he was doing hurt or felt good. She did know that she was having a hard time breathing, and her cunt felt like it was hot enough to melt glass.
In any case, Pete quickly tired of her tits. It was her cunt he was interested in. His hands slid down over her belly, and he leaned forward until his face was only inches from her twat.
"I'm gonna make you know you got a cunt, baby," he said with a loud guffaw.
Pete placed his thumbs on each of Penny's cunt lips and slowly spread them apart, baring her slit.
Penny twitched as she felt a wash of cool air over her wet, hot slit. She knew now how it was to feel really naked as Pete stared into her snatch.
The slit was bright pink, shiny with moisture. The inner lips were swollen, tinged a slight purple. Her clit had already swollen, the soft pink tip protruding slightly. Lower down, the opening to her cunt pulsed excitedly. Each time it opened a little, it was possible to see the soft moist flesh lining her pussy.
Pete stared a moment, then suddenly leaned forward and buried his face between Penny's thighs.
She had been expecting it, but the suddenness of his assault made her cry out.
"Oh!" she yelped as his tongue drove deep into her slit.
Pete had a very thick and very long tongue. It darted and pried into every corner of Penny's cunt.
She squirmed on the bed, unable to hold still as Pete's tongue ravaged her twat. It was the most muscular tongue she had ever experienced.
It splayed over her clit, dragging slowly upwards.
"Mmmmmnnnn," Penny moaned. It felt as if a thousand volts of electricity were shooting through her cunt.
Then Pete stiffened his tongue and slid it down her slit until the rigid tip was poised against the opening of her pussy hole.
She shuddered, waiting, then a moment later felt him drive his tongue inch by inch up into her cunt.
"Mmmmmnnnnggg . . . oooohhhhhhh . . . " she panted. Her hips bucked fiercely and her thighs opened wide as Pete fucked her with his tongue.
So this is what it's like to be had by another man, Penny thought hazily. It had been so long since any man but Garry had touched her body. And Pete sure as hell was touching it.
His tongue was driving her crazy as it drove up into her twat. Then he slid his hands up her body again and again mauling her tits.
She felt completely at his mercy, and it thrilled her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pete felt Penny's body shuddering against his. Her cunt juices gushed into his mouth. He loved the taste. Penny was the youngest and best looking woman he'd had in a long time. Her tits were so God damned firm, and while her nipples were small, they had swollen hard.
He felt his cock throbbing dangerously as it pressed against the bed. He knew he'd have to bury it in Penny's cunt very soon or he'd waste his jism against the bedspread.
So he pulled his shiny face away from Penny's cunt and stood up.
Penny stared up at him as he quickly pulled off his clothes. Wide powerful chest and beefy arms. Too bad about the belly but the big cock thrusting out from below it more than made up for anything else. Penny choked down a spasm of fear as she watched Pete move toward her, slowly massaging his immense prick.
Could she take all that up inside her? Garry had a big cock, but Pete's was even bigger. Thicker, at least, and the tip was obscenely knobby.
He fell onto his knees between her outstretched legs once again. Her lower legs still trailed over the edge of the bed.
She glanced once into his hot glittering eyes as he walked forward on his knees until his cock tip was gliding up the insides of her thighs. She quickly looked away. His eyes made her realize she was afraid of him.
She felt pressure against her cunt. The bloated tip of Pete's prick was prying apart her pussy lips. It skidded down then caught at the opening to her cunt.
There was more pressure then she felt herself being opened up as Pete ground his hips remorselessly forward. It hurt a little. But the promise of pleasure, of having her cunt filled with that fleshy hardness between Pete's legs made it worthwhile.
She heard Pete's breath puffing out between his pursed lips as his cock slowly ground up into her cunt. She heard herself panting and moaning.
Oh, God, yes it hurt, but it felt wonderful too as she felt her cunt being slowly filled with hot, pulsing cock flesh.
Pete's prick slid in farther and farther. It felt as if it were a yard long and hard as a bar of steel.
Penny spread her thighs as far as she could and willed her cunt to relax. She finally felt it flower open greedily, and Pete's thick tool slid the rest of the way up into her body.
"Tight cunt," Pete said as he started fucking his prick in and out of Penny's snatch.
His cock ached and throbbed as her slick pussy grasped hungrily at its glistening length.
"Oh my, God! It feels like it's splitting me in two!" Penny cried.
But she wasn't complaining. Her legs rose and encircled Pete's body, pulling his loins in closer to hers.
How strange, she thought, to be fucked and to be looking up at some man other than Garry.
The only thing that worried her was the increasingly wild look in Pete's eyes. He didn't seem to be getting enough out of just fucking her. He was slamming his hips forward desperately, sending his cock pounding up into her twat, clear to the far end of her pussy channel.
"Umph . . . umph . . . umph ..." Penny grunted each time Pete's loins slapped loudly against hers.
She wasn't complaining. She knew that only another few strokes and she'd be coming. And from the pressure building up inside her belly, it was going to be an orgasm to remember.
But suddenly Pete pulled his cock out of her cunt and backed away on his knees.
Penny experienced a horrible feeling of desertion. Her loins strained toward Pete's retreating cock.
"Please. For God's sake . . . don't stop now!" she pleaded.
"I ain't stopping, baby. I'm just changing gears," Pete said. "I wanna fuck you from behind, baby. Roll over."
Penny hesitated. Did she want him behind her where she couldn't see him? She'd feel a little helpless that way. But at least she wouldn't have to look at his increasingly crazy eyes.
And her cunt ached horribly, starved for cock. It was going to have to be filled again, even if only with her own fingers.
She rolled over. Pete positioned her on her stomach on the bed, knees on the floor, legs trailing down again. She found, when Pete moved in close behind her again and seized her ass, that she could hardly move.
He had complete control of her. That made her a little nervous, but it also perversely excited her.
She shivered as she felt his cock tip working its way up between her thighs again. Pressure against her cunt lips.
But Pete's cock slid into her cunt much more easily this time. Her cunt gobbled it greedily.
Penny shoved her ass back as Pete rammed his hips forward.
His prick raced all the way into her cunt.
"Oooohhhh," she said deliriously. "It's going in so far!"
"You bet your ass, baby," Pete panted. "I told you I was gonna give you the fuckin' of your life ..."
There was a brief pause which made Penny nervous. Had she detected a hot note of strain in Pete's voice before he'd stopped speaking?
Then he spoke again, and the strain had changed to a note of lust.
"Speaking of asses," he said.
Penny felt his powerful hands caressing her ass cheeks. She shivered as his fingers dug into her soft flesh. She felt him squeeze her asscheeks together. That was nice. It made her all the more aware of his thick cock ramming in and out between her cunt lips.
Then she felt him spread her ass cheeks apart. Far apart, so that she was aware of the deep crack in between stretching, of her asshole being pulled taut.
"Great ass," Pete grunted.
He stared hungrily down at Penny's ass, particularly at the small brown ring of her asshole. Just below it he could see the base of his cock sawing in and out between the shiny-wet mounds of her pussy lips.
He placed the tip of one thumb against her asshole and shoved inward.
"Uunngghh . . . ooowwwww!" Penny yelped, trying to twist away as Pete's thumb painfully stretched her asshole, but his legs and hands held her firmly in place.
"Hey! What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Shovin' my thumb up your ass," Pete said, a heaviness in his voice scaring her a little. Not that she could have done much about stopping him anyhow.
His thumb popped up inside her asshole and began to slowly twist around inside.
She decided that after the painful first shock of entry, it didn't feel too bad. In fact, it added to the ecstasy of his cock inside her cunt, filling and tightening her lower extremities.
"Ooooohhhhh, yesss," she said, feeling wonderfully lewd. "Do it to me. Keep your thumb up my ass. And fuck me. Fuck my cunt with your big cock."
"I got a better idea," Pete muttered excitedly.
A moment later Penny felt his cock once again leave her cunt. "Hey, what . . . ?" she said angrily, tired of being brought to the edge of orgasm and then being deserted, of being left hanging on a cliff.
Then she felt the rubbery tip of Pete's cock pressing directly against her asshole. She stiffened.
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass," he said. "Gonna stuff it up your bung."
"Hey! No!" Penny yelled, alarmed. Jesus, it had hurt enough when he'd shoved his thumb up her asshole. How would it feel if he rammed his cock up it? That immense cock of his? She'd hardly been able to take it in her cunt.
But Pete seemed determined.
She felt a heavy pressure against her asshole, painful pressure.
"Hey! Don't!" she yelled. "You can't do that! It'll never fit! You'll kill me! You'll split me in two!"
She tried to twist away, but Pete easily held her in place. Then she tried to clamp her ass cheeks together, to keep that huge prick from lancing up into her asshole. The tip was already part of the way inside, and it hurt.
Pete's hand cracked against her ass in a stinging slap.
"Hold still, God damn it!" he snarled.
Penny was so surprised that she relaxed her ass muscles for a moment.
Pete quickly slammed his hips forward. His cock raced up into her asshole.
"Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!" Penny wailed. Her body convulsed in agony. It felt as if someone had rammed a red hot poker up into her guts. She bucked and twisted, trying to escape Pete's impaling dick.
But it was no use. He easily held her in place as he started slowly fucking his mammoth prick in and out of her ass. Penny sobbed and quivered, wondering if she was going to survive.
Since she couldn't escape, the best she could do was hold still and hope that way she wouldn't be hurt too much. To her surprise, the pain lessened a little.
So she tried relaxing a little more. Amazingly, all the pain disappeared, leaving her only with the reality of Pete's cock chugging in and out of her asshole.
Penny had never been fucked in the ass before. It felt strange, weird, but kind of good, too. An odd, achy, exciting feeling took over as she felt her guts being filled with Pete's remorselessly grinding prick.
Her body shuddered, quivered, then before she knew what was happening, her ass jerked back to meet Pete's steadily pumping loins. A long low moan broke from deep in her throat.
"Hey! You like it, don't you?" Pete said. "God, your guts are hot inside!"
Somehow, he reached around underneath her body and shoved two fingers up into her pussy hole. They dug deep into her body.
"Jesus! I can feel my cock with my fingers!" Pete said. "Right up inside you. There's only some kinda thin membrane separating them."
Penny could feel it too. She could feel Pete's fingers pressing inward toward his cock. Her whole lower body felt incredibly filled-stuffed with fingers and cock. The orgasm that had eluded her so far was welling up again. Heat and pressure were building inside her cunt, her asshole, her belly.
She could tell Pete was about to come too. His cock had swollen enormously. The tip, up inside her guts, felt as big as a doorknob.
"Uuunnnggghhh," she moaned. "Oh, God. Aaaaahhhhh ..."
Her body spasmed. Pete was holding onto her so tightly she couldn't move very much, but perversely, her immobility, the sense of being constrained, added to her excitement.
She felt an enormous surge of ecstasy far up inside her cunt. Her body shuddered, stiffened.
"Aaaaahhhhh," she moaned, her voice quickly rising to a wild cry of passion. "Aaaaaiiiiiyyyyy!"
She came, aware of Pete grunting and moaning as his cock pumped jism up into her bowels. Her cunt clamped rhythmically around his intruding fingers. She writhed and twisted, burying her face against the mattress, her hands grabbing the bedspread.
She felt as if the entire inside of her lower body was on fire. Strong shudders rippled up and down her abdomen. This was the weirdest, perhaps the strongest orgasm she had ever had.
When Pete finished coming, he let his softening cock slide from her asshole. Penny felt a hot slippery trickle of cum dribbling out of her ass and running down toward her cunt. She was too tired to move. And she was aware that her asshole, now that she had come, hurt like hell.
Pete looked down at Penny. At her lovely nude body, drooping over the end of his bed. At the rich way her hips swooped out from her waist. At the wet, furry mound of her cunt half-hidden up between her thighs. Most of all, at her oozing asshole. It had stretched to almost double its normal size.
"Yeah, you gotta nice ass, baby," he said with smug self-satisfaction. "Soon as I can get it up again, I'm gonna fuck you the same way."
Penny's eyes flew open. Uh-uh. That she couldn't take. Not so soon. Her ass ached and throbbed. Her asshole felt like it was torn. She hoped not. Maybe just stretched a little, but it was sore.
"Gotta go piss," Pete said inelegantly.
Penny rolled onto her side as she watched him head for the bathroom. Now that it was over, now that he no longer had that huge cock jutting out from under the overhang of his belly, he looked a little gross, kind of sloppy.
She knew she didn't like him very much, either. He was a crude animal. Granted, an exciting animal, but she wasn't in any shape to fuck. Not if he wanted to fuck her in the ass. And even her cunt ached. He hadn't been gentle.
While she listened to the thunder of Pete pissing in the bathroom, Penny got up and quickly pulled on her clothes. She heard the toilet flushing as she headed for the door.
As she let herself out, Pete called, "Hey!"
But she was already closing the door and she knew, or at least hoped, that he wouldn't follow her out into the hall, naked.
She made it into the elevator before Pete could make it out of his room. She didn't even know if he was trying to follow her. Once downstairs, she headed for the bar.
She needed a drink, and maybe Garry would still be there. After her passionate but scary encounter with Pete, she had a strong desire for the soothing familiar company of her husband.
But when she got to the bar, she found him occupied with a barmaid. He and the barmaid seemed in deep conversation, and Penny had no trouble realizing that Garry wouldn't appreciate her barging in. He obviously wanted the girl very much.
Penny turned and slowly left the bar. Nothing left for her but the solitude of her room. As she rode up in the elevator, she discovered that she wasn't feeling very happy. Maybe this wild fucking around just wasn't her cup of tea.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Down in the bar, Garry's attempted hustle of Mandy wasn't going too well. She was friendly but evasive. What most maddened Garry was the implied sensuousness of her manner, contradicted by a half-felt drawing back.
At first he suspected she might be a prick-tease, but this he eventually discounted. She definitely wasn't trying to lead him on. When he tried to find out what time she got off work, she refused to say. Yet he thought he could detect a definite, almost hidden physical interest coming from the girl.
He finally left the bar and went up to his room to clean up. His crotch was still sticky from his wild fucks with Patsy. Now there had been an experience.
Patsy, kinky as she was, was a good lay. However, it wasn't Patsy he wanted. All he could think about was Mandy. She even pushed out of his mind the memory of Penny leaving the bar with that beefy slob. For just a moment he found himself wondering how Penny had made out.
Then Mandy came crashing back into his mind and the memory of how much of her body her work uniform had shown. Were her tits, in the flesh, as gorgeous as he thought they would be?
How about her cunt? Was she a natural blonde?
After a brief rest, he left his room and took up an observation position outside the bar. He intended waiting there until Mandy came out. He felt like a love-struck high school kid as he waited there.
After about an hour she came out, wearing a halter top and a pair of shorts. Nice, he thought. He didn't go up to her. Instead, he faded back into a doorway until she had gone by. Then he followed -her as she walked away from the building.
Following Mandy without being seen wasn't very easy. She walked straight away from the complex of buildings and down toward the lake.
There weren't any buildings to hide behind, no crowds to mingle with. Garry felt ridiculous as he dodged behind trees and crept through brush off to one side of the road.
Mandy was walking on the road itself, a leather bag slung over one shoulder, seemingly unaware that she was being followed.
Garry's eyes locked onto her gently swaying ass. Nice, he thought, round but tight-looking.
He was so entranced by that ass that he didn't realize he himself was being followed-by Penny.
She had tried to take a nap up in her room, but she couldn't sleep. Her asshole hurt and she kept remembering Garry talking to that beautiful cocktail waitress. Had he made out with her? Was he even now lying in a bed somewhere with that lovely body?
She had to find out. To her surprise, she was afraid of losing Garry, and if she lost him to anybody, the waitress would be a prime candidate.
She quickly dressed and went down in the elevator. She was considering going across to the bar but when she stepped off the elevator, she saw Garry standing in a doorway across the street.
What the hell was he doing there? she wondered. She decided to stay where she was and find out.
In a few minutes she saw the waitress walk out of the bar. Garry shrank back in his doorway, then, after the waitress had gone by, Penny saw Garry follow her.
She herself hesitated, then slipped out of the building, trailing a couple of hundred yards behind Garry.
She saw Garry duck into the woods when the girl started down the small trail.
Penny waited for the other two to get well ahead of her, then started down the trail herself. She found it reassuring that Garry was sneaking around after the girl. That meant he certainly hadn't gotten anywhere with her-not yet. But what the hell was he doing? Penny decided she'd follow until she found out.
Garry himself wasn't sure what he was doing. He told himself all he wanted to do was find out where Mandy lived then maybe he could arrange to spend some time near there, and who knew what might develop after that?
The trail widened out and ran along a sandy little beach down by the lake shore. Mandy was nowhere in sight.
Garry picked up his pace, convinced she must have gotten ahead of him.
Suddenly, she stepped out from behind a rock a few feet away and stood facing him.
"Jesus!" Garry yelped. "You scared the hell out of me!"
"And you don't think you worried me a little?" she shot back. "Why are you following me?"
Garry blushed. He decided that truth might be the best defense.
"I wanted to find out where you live," he said. "I gotta admit you've really rattled my cage, and I'm trying to find some way to get a little closer to you."
"Well, sneaking through the brush after me isn't the right way," she replied. "For all I knew, you were going to try to rape me."
"Oh, hell no. How could you think that?" Garry protested, horrified.
Then he saw that the tension lines around her mouth had softened. She was almost smiling. He also noticed the nice way her tits were bulging over the top band of her halter.
Mandy stood silently, looking at him for a moment.
"Well," she finally said. "Maybe I should pay you a little more attention. But what kind of attention are you going to want? What's on your mind? You want to lay me?"
Garry's mouth fell open. Jesus, this broad got right down to it. Maybe he should too.
"Sure," he said. "Sure, I want to. I like to make love, don't you?"
"Oh yes," she said. "But perhaps I have different ideas about making love than you do."
"Don't try and tell me you're not interested in me. I know you are. I can tell by the way you look at me."
That was kind of laying it on thick, but Garry decided it might be worth it. Although he was sorry he had been caught following Mandy, things weren't going too badly. She was at least talking -and talking about sex.
Then she blew his mind.
"Oh, yes, you're an attractive man, and I like you," she replied. "But what makes you think I like making love to men?"
Garry had trouble answering. His mind wasn't digesting what she had said.
"You mean . . . you mean ..." he finally spluttered.
"That I'm a female faggot?" she asked mockingly. "A lesbian? I don't like those words. I prefer to call myself gay. Sure, I like women. They're all that turn me on."
"Oh, Christ, what a waste," Garry muttered, staring longingly at Mandy's lovely body.
"Cause you can't get your horny male hands on my body?" Mandy asked scathingly. "The women I make love to don't think it's a waste."
Garry tried to imagine Mandy rolling naked on a bed with another naked woman. He immediately started to get a hard-on.
Mandy immediately changed the mood by laughing at the look on Garry's face.
"I'll admit to you," she said. "There are some things I don't mind a man doing to me. I don't like to let them, though, because they always want more."
Garry's ears pricked up.
"Oh yeah?" he asked. "What kinds of things?"
Mandy smiled, a warm, sensuous smile that made Garry's stiffening cock throb in his pants.
"Sometimes I like it if a man kisses certain parts of me. Like here," she said.
She reached up and unhooked her halter top. It fell away from her tits, baring them to Garry's amazed stare. Gorgeous, he thought, not quite as big as Penny's, but big enough. And perfectly shaped, the tips upturned saucily. Sweet-looking nipples. The satiny skin shone in the soft afternoon light.
Mandy moved closer to Garry. "I've noticed you staring at my tits. Want to touch?"
She cupped her hands under her tits and lifted them a little, pointing the nipples at Garry. He felt his blood begin to race. Jesus, if he could get those shorts off Mandy, maybe he'd make her!
He stepped forward and reached out for Mandy's naked tits. But she stepped back a pace.
"Just so you understand," she said. "You only get to do what I tell you you can do. Okay?"
"Okay," he said thickly.
He wanted to get his hands on her tits. This time when he reached out she held still. His fingers closed over her tits. They were warm, soft, vibrantly alive, everything tits should be. And they were a part of Mandy's beautiful body. They went with that face.
His hands roved hungrily over the girl's luscious tits. He felt her nipples stiffening. His cock stiffened too.
Mandy arched her back a little, pushing her tits toward him. She had a calm half-smile on her face. It was a somewhat unsettling smile.
Garry bent down to put his lips against one nipple, but Mandy pushed him away.
"No. That's enough for now. Look at that silly bulging cock of yours. Getting excited, isn't it? If I let you go on, you'll want to fuck me, won't you? And I wouldn't like that."
"Why . . . you little prick-teaser," Garry said as she pushed his hand away from her tits.
Her face darkened.
"I don't like that word either," she said. "I'm not playing a game with you. I'm just showing you what the merchandise is like. Kind of a preview, and I want to be sure you know all the rules."
"All the rules for what?" Garry asked suspiciously.
"The real reason I let you follow me here," she replied. "There's something I want you to do for me-something sexual. You probably fuck well, and I have a use for somebody who fucks well."
"It doesn't sound like it," Garry said.
"Oh, not for myself," Mandy said with a little laugh. "At least, not directly. You see, I have a friend. A woman I've wanted to make it with for a long time. I've got her just about convinced now. There's just one rub. She doesn't want to admit she's gay at all. So she's selling herself on the idea that she'll do it . . . she'll let me get into her snatch ... if there's a man with us."
"Oh yeah," Garry said. "And I guess I'm that man, in your head, anyhow. What do I do? Fuck her and then you get her?"
Mandy wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"No," she said. "I don't want her cunt after some man's slimed her all up. I get her first, you next."
"And how about you? Do I get a little piece of you too?"
While he said this, Garry was looking hungrily at Mandy's body. One of the best he'd ever seen and he hadn't seen it all yet. He wished he could get her pants off.
Mandy smiled.
"Oh . . . bits and pieces," she replied. "But only what I offer." Garry snorted derisively.
"Maybe tits aren't enough for me," he said. "And I don't even know what the rest of you looks like."
"Fishing, aren't you?" Mandy said. "And you've got a nibble. I'll show you the rest of me."
Garry hardly dared to breathe as Mandy slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. She stepped out of them, moving deliberately and gracefully. Then she tossed the shorts aside and straightened up, standing totally naked.
CHAPTER NINE
He stared at her, too mesmerized by the girl's beauty to move. His eyes swept down from her stiff-nippled tits, over the slight swell of her belly and zeroed in on the soft patch of light brown hair marking her cunt. It was a neat little triangle. He couldn't see anything of her cunt itself. The shadows between her legs were too dark. But the vague outlines he could glimpse fueled his imagination. He wanted her cunt more than he'd ever wanted any woman's cunt before.
He started toward her.
She backed away again.
"Hey! What the hell game are you playing now?" he snarled.
"I told you. No game. It's just that I got turned on talking to you about making it with my friend. I want to do something about it. Just me by myself, but I'll bet you'd like to watch."
"What are you going to do?"
"Get myself off. With my own fingers, pay some attention to my clit, my pussy."
"Why not just fuck. You'll like it. You're made to get off that way. That's what that hole is for."
"I told you. I don't like that way. And I've tried it. I'll just do it my own way."
"Nothing to keep me from just fucking you right now," Garry muttered.
His cock ached and throbbed as he looked at this beautiful woman standing naked in front of him, talking about how excited she was. But she was unavailable to him.
Mandy's face hardened.
"Yeah, maybe you're strong enough. But you'd pay for it. I'd try a knee-shot at your balls. I'd scratch you up really badly. And sooner or later I'd get you. I'd make you pay for it. Now make up your mind. You want to watch me get off, or not? There'll be rewards. My friend is awfully good-looking. You can have all of her cunt you want with me helping you two get off."
Garry stood still for a moment, his muscles rigid as his body swayed toward the naked girl taunting him. But he decided he didn't want her that badly. He'd never forced a girl yet. He prided himself on the fact that he'd never needed to. They all came to him on their own, sooner or later.
He'd get into Mandy's pants some day-sooner or later, but not if he made an enemy of her.
"Okay," he said. "Go ahead and bang away at your cunt."
Mandy smiled, Madonna-like. She sat down, leaning back against a rock, facing Garry. She slowly parted her legs, baring her twat. Now he could see her slit, a darker gash in between the soft swelling white mounds of her pussy lips. The dark gash glistened a little inside. It was already wet.
Mandy's right hand trailed down over her naked belly.
Garry saw her fingertips brush lightly at the soft covering of pussy hair.
"Mmmmmnnnn," Mandy murmured even before her fingers actually touched her cunt.
Her hand reached lower. She began to rub her twat, the whole thing, lips and all, warming up.
Garry watched the thick outer lips give and change shape under the pressure. He heard a wet squishing sound, indicating just how wet her slit must be inside. He wished it was his fingers causing that sound.
Mandy reached down with her other hand. Her fingers parted her cunt lips.
Garry saw the gleam of her inside slit.
Then her right forefinger slid inside, high up right about where her clit should be.
"Ooooooohhhh," Mandy whimpered. "I'm so turned on. So hot."
Her finger moved delicately from side to side.
He saw her belly shudder and suck inward. Her head rolled back against the stone, her eyes half-closed.
Garry opened his fly and wrapped his fingers around his bone-hard cock. He stepped a little closer to the masturbating girl.
"This is what you need," he insisted. "Shoved right up you."
"No. This is enough," she said and moved her forefinger lower.
She slowly shoved it up her twat.
Garry watched the finger disappear up into Mandy's cunt, knuckle by knuckle. She began to move it in and out. He heard the wet sucking sound of a genuinely tight cunt.
Her other hand had risen to her tits. She fondled them, her fingers pinching at the nipples.
Garry noticed that they weren't small and hard any more. They were big and swollen. Mandy was turning on really fast.
The girl lay back, her right hand busy at her cunt, her left playing with her tits. She was panting loudly. She certainly wasn't embarrassed about doing this with someone else watching.
Garry began to think that getting together with her and this other woman, whoever she was, might not be such a bad idea.
He knelt close to Mandy. Her finger was out of her hole and working on her clit again. She was writhing excitedly. There was nothing half-hearted about her sexual reaction to her own fingers.
Garry realized his cock was still in his right hand. His fingers tightened. He began to jack off. He couldn't help himself. He had to do something to release some of the pressure in his balls as he watched Mandy get herself off.
Her left hand descended from her tits. He watched her shove her left middle finger up her cunt while her right forefinger remained busy at her clit. Her hands were moving fiercely. She was shoving the finger in deep, while her other hand blurred in a frenzy of speed over her clit.
Suddenly her legs, which had been drawn up, stiffened and straightened out. They held rigid, the muscles taut, as a powerful spasm shook the girl's writhing body.
Her legs trembled and shook. Her belly sucked in and out, her head whipped from side to side. Garry saw that the whole inside area of her thighs was shiny with spurting pussy juice. She was spraying the stuff.
His cock throbbed excitedly in his hand. He picked up the tempo of his jacking off. A spasm rippled up from his balls.
"Nnnnggg . . . God!" he mumbled.
A second later a spurt of cum arched out from his cock, spattering onto the sand next to Mandy.
She twisted to the side.
"Don't get any of that fucking slime on me," she said.
Her fingers were still busy with her cunt. Despite what she had just said, she avidly eyed Garry's spouting dick. She seemed to go into another orgasm, her legs drawn up again, with two fingers shoved far up inside her cunt.
Garry spilled his cum onto the sand, grunting with pleasure, somewhat self-conscious about having Mandy watching, but what the hell? He'd watched while she got it off.
When his cock began to shrink, Garry let go of it.
Mandy had obviously finished her orgasm too. She lay back with a sigh.
Garry could see little aftershocks rippling her stomach muscles, but she seemed satisfied. He stared down at her naked loveliness, at the shiny flesh round her satiated cunt.
"Jesus, what a waste," he sighed, thinking how it would have been to have his cock shoot its load up into what must be a sweet, wet, tight little cunt.
"Depends on your point of view," Mandy said.
She suddenly sat up and began putting on her shorts. She came up and stood next to Garry, her halter top still in her hand, her tits bare.
"What about me and my friend?" she asked. "You want us?"
"Yeah. Sure. Why not?" Garry said.
Maybe he'd get a chance at Mandy's cunt then. He sure as hell would never lay a hand on it if he didn't try.
"I'll give her a call then. She likes the way you look. How about tomorrow? Right after I get off work?"
"Yeah. Sure," Garry replied, but privately he wondered if he could last that long. He couldn't take his eyes off Mandy's body.
She didn't help when she moved close and guided his right hand to one of her tits.
His fingers closed greedily over the resilient mound.
"Just so you won't forget," she said with a wicked smile.
Then she was gone, running off down the path, her halter top still in her hand, her tits bouncing jauntily.
Garry stared after the girl until she was out of sight.
"Jesus Christ!" he moaned. It had been so close. His cock and that cunt . . .
He stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly. There was nothing to do but go back to his room and wait until tomorrow. He started back down the path toward the complex, unaware of the white strained face staring out of the brush a hundred yards away.
It was Penny, her eyes still wide and shocked, refusing to believe what she had just seen.
CHAPTER TEN
The next afternoon, Garry stood waiting impatiently outside the door of the bar. The hour for him to meet Mandy came and went.
"God damned cunt," he growled to himself. He hated being stood up.
"Hey, Garry," he heard a woman's voice call.
He turned away from the bar and saw Mandy waving at him from fifty yards away.
"Over here ... by the pool," she said.
She was wearing a bikini. A very small bikini.
As he hurried over toward her, Garry was reminded of the beauty of her naked body the afternoon before, of her finger up inside her cunt.
There was another girl standing next to Mandy, also wearing a bikini. Not bad, Garry thought, flicking the girl a quick look. Early twenties, maybe. She had light brown hair bleached almost blonde at the ends and a deep tan. She obviously got a lot of sun. Her full body was barely covered by a tiny bikini. Good enough face, except it was showing signs of tension.
"Garry . . . this is Barbara," Mandy said as Garry came up.
"Hi," Barbara said softly.
Garry nodded by way of greeting. He got right to the point.
"Where do we go?" he asked. "Your place or mine?"
Mandy wrinkled her nose.
"Smooth as sandpaper," she said, laughing delightedly, then added, "Your place. Mine is too far away."
Garry's eyes narrowed as he looked Mandy over. God, how he'd love to have her squealing and moaning helplessly under him while he pounded his cock up into her lesbian cunt.
He decided he'd better pay some attention to Barbara. She looked like she was ready to bolt.
"I'm surprised I haven't noticed you around here before," he said. "I just came up today," she said. "I came up to see Mandy ..." and then she blushed, knowing that Garry knew the kinds of things she did with Mandy.
"I thought so," Garry said smoothly. "I'm sure I'd have noticed you if you were here." Barbara colored a little, but she seemed pleased. "You two girls look nice together," he added. Barbara glowed.
Garry decided that had been a nice stroke, comparing her favorably with the more beautiful Mandy. Not that she wasn't good looking, but even the moon pales when compared to the sun.
They rode the elevator in silence all the way up to his room.
Garry led the way in.
"Oh, this is nice," Barbara said politely, going over the room with her eyes.
Mandy's nose wrinkled again.
"Well, one part of it's nice," she said, patting the enormous king-size bed.
Garry liked that little touch. He wondered what the best way was to get the two girls on the bed. His cock was throbbing in his pants. He wanted the fun to start soon. The thought of having two horny, queer girls in bed with him was turning him on wildly. What the hell could he say to start it?
"You girls go ahead and make yourselves comfortable," he said.
"You bet I will," Mandy said, and she reached around behind her and unhooked the top of her bikini.
She tossed it aside and once again Garry looked at her gorgeous tits. He had seen them before but they looked even better in his living room: creamy-skinned, pink-tipped, smooth and luscious-looking. And he knew how firm they were to the touch.
Next Mandy stepped out of her bikini bottoms.
Garry's eyes zeroed in on her snatch. It was plump and tight-looking. Her upper thighs looked so soft. Would he ever find out?
Barbara was staring at Mandy.
Garry saw the girl lick her lips nervously. She obviously knew Mandy's body, but he thought it might embarrass her to have someone else present. He held still, waiting to see what would develop.
Mandy walked around behind Barbara.
"Let me help you," she murmured to the brunette. She deftly unhooked Barbara's bikini top.
Barbara gave a little gasp as Mandy peeled the top away from her tits.
Nice tits, Garry decided. Not quite as solid-looking as Mandy's but heavy and full, with big brown, soft-looking nipples. The kind of tits a man could wallow in.
And they were perfectly tanned all over. A smooth buttery brown that brought out highlights in the skin. Obviously Barbara sunned herself topless.
She was blushing and casting nervous glances at Garry as Mandy hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her friend's bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down.
Garry let his gaze glide over her loins. Not bad there, either. A nice mat of pussy hair, dark brown, but with reddish-gold highlights from the sun. She had been sunbathing bare-ass too. And as the girl turned nervously toward Mandy, Garry saw that her full, saucily curving ass cheeks were even richer in color than her tits. He'd always liked overall tans. They took away the starkness of bathing suit marks.
Mandy moved closer to Barbara and started caressing her arm and side. Her hand slowly stole around so that her fingertips grazed over Barbara's big tits.
Barbara gave a little shiver. She looked like a high-strung horse about to bolt.
Garry decided it would be best to divert her attention from her own nudity, and to what Mandy was doing to her tit.
"I think I'll get comfortable too," he said, and slowly stripped off his clothes.
His ego received a pleasant reward when he straightened up so that his cock was visible, and he saw Barbara's eyes widen excitedly. His cock was about half-hard, which meant it was already as big as some men's.
He walked over to the two girls.
Barbara was standing rigidly still.
"Let's go," he said. By that, he meant the bed. He put his left arm around Barbara.
Mandy was on her other side, her right arm around the brunette. They coaxed her toward the bed.
Garry felt the girl's excitement through his arm. She was tremendously turned on. He glanced over at Mandy, expecting a knowing smile, but received a surprise.
She was, if anything, even more turned on than Barbara. Her eyes glittered hotly. Her nipples were already erect and her left hand was clenching and unclenching spasmodically.
Garry's bed was huge. His 'workbench,' he called it. The three of them lay down on it. Somehow the order got changed around. Mandy ended up in the middle, with Garry on her left and Barbara on her right.
The two women immediately moved toward each other with low moans of passion. For the first time in his life, Garry saw two women kiss on the mouth. He knew their tongues must be at work in one another's mouths.
Barbara's hands were all over Mandy's tits.
Mandy's right hand delved down between Barbara's thighs.
Garry felt left out. He nervously shifted his weight on the bed as the two women writhed excitedly together. Well, Mandy had told him she wanted Barbara first. It looked like she was well on her way.
But Garry had to join in. His cock was already rock-hard just from watching what was happening on the bed next to him.
Mandy raised up a little, bending down to kiss Barbara while her hand continued working between the brunette's legs.
Garry reached in between their bodies. Mandy's tits pressed firmly down against his arm from above. His hand closed over Barbara's left tit.
She gave a little moan and brought her hand up to cover his, pressing it down against her tit.
Garry squeezed gently. He liked the feel of Barbara's tits. Soft, with amazingly silky skin. The nipples were the kind that didn't get very hard. Big flat aureoles, everything soft and warm and comfortable. They were a nice contrast to Mandy's pebble-hard nipples digging into his arm from above.
Garry moved a little closer so that his body made contact with Mandy's. His cock pressed against her ass.
She immediately rolled over onto the other side of Barbara's body. Oh well, he thought, a good try on his part.
Mandy didn't seem upset. She bent down and started sucking Barbara's right tit. Barbara whimpered happily.
Mandy pulled her mouth away, leaving the other girl's nipple shiny with saliva.
"You want her other tit?" Mandy murmured, smiling at Garry.
Sure, why not, he thought. He leaned forward and began licking and sucking Barbara's left tit. His face was so close to Mandy's that from time to time their cheeks grazed one another.
Barbara reached up and passed her hands caressingly over both their heads.
Garry noticed that both Mandy's hands were on Barbara's right tit, propping it up while she sucked on it. That meant Barbara's cunt was free. Garry immediately slid his hand down over the girl's belly. First there was soft curly pussy hair under his hand then slick wetness. His fingers dipped into the girl's slit. Her cunt was hot and slippery, her clit taut and swollen.
He shoved his finger up her pussy hole.
"Uuuuuhhhh," Barbara moaned, her hips jolting upward as her cunt accepted his thrusting finger.
But Mandy had seen where his finger went and she preempted him. She began trailing a string of hot wet kisses down Barbara's belly. She took hold of Garry's hand and pulled it out of Barbara's cunt.
Garry debated resisting, but he realized how much Mandy was getting turned on. A little more and he might be able to fuck her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mandy positioned herself between Barbara's wide-splayed legs. She reached forward and brushed pussy hair out of her way.
Garry watched the blonde place her thumbs on either side of Barbara's thick outer pussy lips and open them slowly.
Barbara's slit was bright pink inside, glistening with beaded pussy juice. He could see everything: her clit, her swollen, almost purplish inner lips.
Then it was blotted out as Mandy thrust her face up between Barbara's thighs. Garry saw her tongue flicker out and stab deep into Barbara's twat.
"Oh, God!" Barbara wailed, her entire body shuddering with pleasure.
With his hand on her tits, Garry could feel how tense and excited Barbara's body was. Her face was flushed, her features full. She looked very beautiful as Mandy tongued into her cunt.
Garry looked down to where Mandy's mouth was pressed against the other girl's cunt. She wasn't licking anymore. She had her mouth pressed flat against Barbara's pussy and she was sucking.
Garry could see the soft flesh of Barbara's inner twat disappearing up between Mandy's pursed lips.
His gaze wandered farther down Mandy's lovely, nude body. Those tits, holding their shape, pointing down toward the bed. She had her knees under her, crouching low, so that her ass was a little higher than her head.
What an ass! Smooth and round and taut. And Garry could think of nothing else but that neat little cunt nestled high up between her thighs.
He reached underneath Mandy's body and caressed her tits.
She wiggled them down against his hand. Her stiffened nipples dug into his palm.
He saw how his hand work spurred her on to harder sucking of Barbara's cunt. He was getting the little piece of Mandy that she had promised him.
But he wanted more. He wanted the big prize- her cunt. He raised his hand around to her back and began stroking softly up and down. He lengthened each hand stroke so that eventually his hand was gliding up the smooth swell of her asscheeks.
She didn't stop him.
Encouraged, Garry sat up straighter. He moved down on the bed so that he was almost behind Mandy's ass. Now he could see her cunt, up between her thighs. Her pussy was a rounded, oval mound, lightly furred, juice dripping from the center slit.
He lightly ran his hand down the full curve of her ass and onto her thighs. Very lightly. Mandy shivered a little, her tonguing of Barbara's cunt slowing a little, but she still didn't stop him.
So he went for broke, sliding his hand up between Mandy's thighs, the knife-edge of his index finger and palm pushing up into her slit. His hand was bathed in wetness and heat, soft female flesh giving before him. His cock lurched excitedly.
Mandy froze for a second.
He was sure she was going to let him go on. He would push his finger up into her hole, then replace it with his cock.
But she suddenly twisted free of Barbara, her ass switching away to the side, out of his reach. "God damn it!" she snarled. "I told you I didn't want you doing that!"
"Why you fucking ..." Garry yelled. "You sure as hell didn't stop me when I started. You and your shitty rules ..."
"Okay . . . okay," Mandy said in a softer tone, holding up a hand. "I'm sorry, but I just can't let you do that. I mean, it's just the way I am. Now, why screw up a really good thing, what's happening between all three of us? There'll be plenty for you. Doesn't Barbara turn you on? You've got to make a decision. Do we leave or do you humor me?"
Garry sat fuming, but Barbara spoke up, her voice tense, desperate. "Stop fighting, for God's sake, Mandy, and eat my cunt some more. I want to come!"
Garry shrugged and gave in. She was right. No point in driving the girls away. Not at least until his cock had been fed in Barbara's obviously ready cunt.
But it was going to have to wait until Mandy had had her fill. She once again pressed her mouth to Barbara's cunt and began lapping and sucking.
"Oooooooooohhhhh, yes, yes, yesssssss," Barbara hissed.
Her previous timidity had completely disappeared, overwhelmed by sexual excitement. She moaned and writhed and panted, her fingers tangling desperately in Mandy's thick hair, pulling her face tighter against her gushing cunt. . Excited by the lewd spectacle, Garry crowded closer to the two girls. His hands closed on Barbara's tits.
She whimpered happily.
He felt her left hand clutching down toward his cock.
Barbara began jacking him off. He bent down and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Her tongue drove desperately up against his. His cock throbbed as her hand glided faster and faster up and down its swollen length.
Barbara came.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh!" she shrieked, her head jerking to one side, her mouth pulling free of Garry's. Her fingers clutched his cock, hurting a little, but nevertheless, getting him off.
"Aaaaahhhhh ..." he moaned as his cock spurted his hot load.
Fortunately for Mandy, who would have hated to have his cum spattering over her naked body, his cock was pointed more or less down toward the bed. The bed coverings soaked up his jism, except for that which smeared over Barbara's spasming fingers.
Barbara's orgasm quickly ran down.
Mandy raised her head from between the other girl's legs. Her face was smeared with Barbara's pussy juices.
Impulsively, Garry bent forward and kissed Mandy on the mouth. She seemed startled, but didn't stop him.
She then reciprocated a little, her tongue briefly meeting his.
He liked the hotness of her lips, the musky taste of Barbara's cunt that perfumed and made slippery her cheeks.
"Oh, God, Mandy. That was fabulous. As usual," Barbara sighed. "You always make me feel so good."
Mandy rolled onto her back, once again lying between Barbara and Garry. "Show me how much you appreciate it," she murmured. "Make me feel good too."
Barbara got up onto her knees.
"Love to," she said with a smile.
She included Garry in the smile, her eyes inviting him to join her to help her pleasure Mandy's naked body.
Barbara's hands were already busy on Mandy's tits.
Garry joined in.
Mandy-s nipples were rock-hard, rigid pink buds. Beneath them, her tits were taut and swollen.
Barbara leaned down and sucked one of Mandy's nipples deep into her mouth.
Mandy let out a choked whimper of pleasure.
Garry couldn't hold back. He started sucking on the other nipple, just as he and Mandy had done earner to Barbara.
But this time the cunt of the woman lying beneath him was off limits. He was aware of it when Barbara's finger slid up into Mandy's pussy hole. He felt Mandy's body shudder beneath him, and he heard the wet suck of Barbara's finger as it slid in and out of what must be one hell of a snug hole.
However, the orgasm which Barbara's hand had so recently wrung from his cock had cooled his ardor a little. For the moment he was content to take a secondary part. He was getting a little tired of all this tit-sucking anyhow.
Then Mandy changed the scenario. "I want my cunt eaten," she panted. "And I want to eat yours again, Barbara. Let's sixty-nine."
Barbara accepted eagerly. Mandy was lying in the middle of the huge bed. Barbara scrambled into position over her, turning around so that her loins were poised over Mandy's face, while her own face pointed down at Mandy's cunt, the cunt Garry wanted so badly.
Garry sat back a little, watching open-mouthed as the two women went to work on one another. He saw Barbara enthusiastically bury her head down between Mandy's sleek thighs.
Then she reached up and jerked Barbara's loins down against her face.
Garry heard the wet slurp of Mandy's tongue driving up into Barbara's snatch.
Barbara twitched but kept her mouth busy down between Mandy's legs.
There was so much naked female flesh that it was hard to tell where one girl left off and the other began-Barbara's tits spilling down over Mandy's soft belly, Mandy's tits mashed flat by the weight of the girl above her.
The wild passion of the two girls was a palpable force, affecting the atmosphere in the room. Garry felt his cock reacting, growing hard again. He eagerly stroked it. It came up fast, a drop of cum left over from his previous orgasm drooling out the bloated tip and trailing down onto his naked thigh.
He moved higher on the bed. He looked down at Mandy's face. Most of it was obscured by Barbara's cunt. He saw that Mandy's nose was pressing against Barbara's asshole. The only part of her face he could see clearly was her blue eyes. They glittered hotly, excitedly.
He could see the base of Barbara's cunt, her pussy, pulsing sensually just above where Mandy's lips were sucking at her clit, soft wet flesh, a fringe of brown pussy fur.
Impulsively, Garry reached down and shoved his finger up into Barbara's pussy hole, right above Mandy's face.
"Ooooohhhh," Barbara moaned, her ass jerking back toward his hand. She, unlike Mandy, obviously liked having a man's finger up her twat, which probably meant, she'd like cock too.
Garry fingerfucked the writhing girl for several minutes. Then his cock couldn't stand it any longer. No more waiting. He knee-walked around behind Barbara's gyrating ass, massaging his cock with his free hand. He was aware of a stunned widening of Mandy's eyes as his cock hovered over her face. Then he pulled his finger out of Barbara's cunt and slid his cock up inside to take its place.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mandy stifled an impulse to cry out and writhe away from the cock so close to her face. But at the same time, she was fascinated, enthralled as she watched the bloated head push its way up into Barbara's cunt.
The white-skinned, blue-veined shaft slid past the tip of her nose and slowly disappeared up into Barbara's body.
Mandy's feeling about Garry, and about cocks, and about men in general were a confused tangle. She hated and at the same time she was fascinated. Part of her was attracted, part repelled. She hid her confusion behind a militant lesbianism, and this scene between herself and Barbara and Garry was a ploy to let her observe without being used.
Mandy's early experience with men and with cocks had not been pleasant. She had had a terror-ridden childhood, a brutal father and a helpless, beaten mother.
When she was very young, she had accidentally watched her mother and father making love-or rather, her father fucking her mother.
Her father was a big man, with the appearance and manners of a wild bear. When Mandy happened by her parents' open bedroom door, her father was rooting in his wife's furrow.
He had done nothing to prepare the woman for it, just shoved his sudden hard-on up into her convenient hole. The cries the small watching child heard pouring from her mother's throat were of genuine pain.
Some people react to terror by being crushed- not Mandy. She rushed in fiercely and began hitting her father's humping back with her tiny fists.
"Oh my God, Joe! The child!" her mother shrieked in guilt and shame.
"Ah, shaddupp!" he snarled, backhanding Mandy a solid blow across the face that knocked her across the room and left her leaning up against the wall, so dizzy she could barely see and hear.
But she remembered her mother begging her father to stop, moaning over and over, "The child is watching!" to no avail. As her senses returned, Mandy watched her father finish a grunting climax on top of her mother's log-like body, then roll over and start snoring.
She learned to leave her father alone after that, although she didn't fear him-until one night years later, when she was fourteen.
There had been no indications in her parentage that Mandy would turn out as beautiful as she did. Already, as a young teenager, her body was well-developed, with budding, coral-tipped breasts and slim but definitely feminine hips. Her striking blue eyes and thick lovely hair made up a compelling picture.
Her father noticed. There was little privacy inside their cramped, rundown house. More than once he caught sight of his daughter as she was dressing or preparing to take a shower. His small, pig-like eyes glittered and a thoughtful look stole over his coarse features.
He began to be nice to Mandy, which made her nervous, because it was so out of character. Several times he made the budding young virgin sit on his lap while he stroked her nubile body. Almost by accident, his hands would brush over her hard little tits.
One night, with growing horror, Mandy felt something hard and alive growing underneath where her ass was pressing down against her father's lap. She had a sudden vivid memory of that night long ago when her father had been shoving something hard and long, something that obviously caused pain, up into her mother's writhing body.
She had twisted away in a panic. Her father, while shouting curses at her, had not gotten up to go after her, self-conscious of his growing cock.
Mandy's mother saw what was happening, but she was too cowed to do anything. So, one night, disaster finally struck.
It was hot that night. Mandy had the window of her bedroom open. Bedroom was not quite the word for it, just the corner of the living room screened off by a blanket.
The girl was sitting in front of a small mirror she had mounted on the wall, brushing her hair. Because of the heat, she was naked. She didn't think anyone else was in the house. Her mother and father had gone out an hour earlier.
But her father came home alone. He had had an argument with his wife, and had shoved her out of the car, leaving her to walk the several miles home alone.
He came in silently, and heard his daughter singing to herself behind the curtain. His eyes glowed hotly. Still moving silently, he tiptoed across the room. The curtain didn't quite meet the wall on one side. He peered in through the gap.
He was a little behind Mandy. His eyes took in her naked back, asscheeks and thighs. He could see her tits in the mirror.
The girl didn't see him. He felt a swelling in his pants, a first signal of arousal.
At that moment, Mandy was critically evaluating her body in the mirror. Or at least, as much of it as she could see. Her tits fascinated her; the idea that they could grow right out of her body, and so quickly.
She cupped her hands under the swelling buds and glided her fingers up over her nipples. She shivered. The fact that her nipples were now so sensitive and could give her so much pleasure amazed her too.
She pinched her nipples. They immediately grew harder. Her chest thrust out and she felt a wet heat growing down between her legs. This was not new to her. She had already learned to masturbate. She might have begun now, but her father suddenly swept the edge of the curtain aside and lunged into the room.
"Playing with yerself, are ya!" he snarled.
His cock was already fully hard, throbbing inside the tight confines of his pants. He grabbed hold of the girl's shoulder as she leaped up from her seat, one hand held fearfully in front of her mouth.
She was so frightened that she forgot about her nudity for a moment.
But her father didn't. Holding onto her arm, he raped her with his eyes, his gaze greedily sweeping from her budding tits to the sparsely haired rise of her cunt mound.
"Okay, you fucking horny little cunt," he said thickly. "I'll show you a new game to play."
"No! Please! Let me go!" Mandy shouted.
But her father was already dragging her toward the bed. He threw her down onto the narrow mattress, his body hovering over hers.
"Okay, kid," he mumbled around a thick tongue. "Take a look at this!"
He fumbled with his pants. He abruptly pulled them down and Mandy was confronted with the sight of his immensely swollen prick, jutting out from the hairy tangle of his loins. She tried to look away, but he grabbed her face in one big paw and made her look at him.
"This is what you need," he growled, fingering his bloated prick. "It's what all you cunts want."
"No!" she panted as he moved closer to her.
She knew enough about the facts of life to think that he was going to rape her, that he was going to shove that huge obscene thing up into her body, up into that very tender place she had only recently become aware of. He'd kill her!
But her father had other ideas.
"Yer always bitchin' about not havin' the right kind of food," he snarled. "Okay. I got something real nice for you to eat. Now open yer fuckin' mouth!"
Mandy couldn't believe this was really happening.
Her father held her face tightly while he shoved the tip of his cock against her lips.
She clamped them desperately shut but he pinched her nostrils shut. She had to breathe, and when she opened her mouth, his cock slid inside.
Mandy gagged and choked. Her senses were overwhelmed by the acid taste and acrid odor of her father's cock. It shoved its way toward her throat.
She was tempted to bite down on its pulsing hardness, but she sensed that he would kill her if she did. All she could do was fight for breath and accept the hideous presence in her mouth.
Then there was another assault as he reached down and fumbled his way up into her slit, hunting for the entrance to her virgin cunt. He found it and thrust his thick forefinger in deep.
Fortunately, Mandy's growing excitement while she had been playing with her tits before had caused her pussy juices to flow. Her cunt was wet and slippery, saving her from serious injury as her father's finger plowed brutally up into her cunt.
She let out a gasp of pain, nearly strangling around the cock in her mouth.
The rest was a jumbled nightmare. Her father shoved another finger up into her cunt to join the first, tearing through her cherry, ending her virginity forever.
His cock slid in and out of her mouth while he held her head down on the bed, and finally, a hot gush of a slippery, salty liquid, poured down her throat as her father grunted over her.
He went away then, pulling up his pants and mumbling to her that if she ever told, he'd kill her.
She could tell, through her own horror and degradation, that he was a little ashamed-or perhaps afraid because of the ancient taboo he had broken. She sensed she wouldn't have much to fear from him for a while. But what would happen when his lust overcame his fear again?
Two days later she ran away from home. Sympathetic friends took her in.
Her father, nervous still because of what he had done, made no attempt to force her home. He didn't live much longer, anyhow. He and Mandy's mother were killed in a car accident.
The details of the accident were unusual. Mandy's mother was driving. She ran the car straight into a concrete freeway bridge abutment at over ninety miles an hour. It had happened in the middle of the day with no other traffic near.
Mandy understood-her mother had had enough. Mandy could imagine the hatred twisting her mother's usually dull features, her father's terror, his scream of fear as the concrete flew toward the car-the impact, the instant of pain, then oblivion.
She could cry for neither of her parents. She hated her father. Her mother had ceased to exist for her as a person years before.
Mandy lived in a succession of homes after that. All were an improvement over her parents' house. She softened a little, became sophisticated and quick. But she couldn't wash from her mind those images of the sexual abuse she and her mother had suffered from that animal called her father.
Yet at the same time her natural sexuality developed and became a force to be reckoned with. In short, she grew horny. But her few adventures with boys did nothing to overcome the distaste for men her father had burned into her brain.
When she was a little older, she had gone out with a handsome boy her own age. She had necked with him, growing more and more excited. She let him caress her tits.
Her cunt heated quickly, leaving the girl panting. But without her knowing, he had unzipped his pants and produced his already swollen cock. She first noticed it when she felt it pressing against her naked thigh. Her skirt had ridden up.
The boy humped his loins forward, dry-fucking her legs.
She looked down in horror, but before she could move away, he groaned loudly and his cum gushed out over her naked skin.
Sickened, Mandy scrambled out of the car and ran until she dropped. She vowed then that she would never again have anything to do with men.
But her determination wavered as her adolescent horniness grew stronger. Mandy found herself drifting back toward the idea of men-boys at least-egged on by her girlfriends' descriptions of the joys of sex, of how good a cock felt when it slid up into one's cunt, providing, of course, that the wielder of the cock knew how to use it.
That must be the key, Mandy thought. It had to be the right kind of man.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Fate took a hand in Mandy's sexual development, in the person of one of her high school teachers-a woman in her thirties named Alicia Wright.
Alicia was a literature teacher and a dedicated lesbian. Not that she let it show in her professional life. She usually found her female sexual partners far from her normal working world. Discovery would have meant instant dismissal.
But Alicia was captivated by the incredible beauty of Mandy. Her body was perfect, fully developed, hard young tits, sleek ass and thighs, and most intriguing of all, a manner that led Alicia to believe that Mandy might be an apt recruit for her style of sex.
She cultivated the girl assiduously.
Mandy was an intelligent girl.
Alicia aroused in her a love of literature.
She and her teacher began spending long hours together after school. Eventually, Alicia invited the girl to her home.
Sometimes Mandy stayed overnight.
Alicia was very cautious at first, making no overtures that might scare Mandy off, although it was torture for her to hold herself back from stroking and kissing Mandy's lovely young body.
Mandy grew to love and trust Alicia. She had had next to no love so far in her life. Alicia became a person in whom she placed a great many of her budding emotions.
She appreciated Alicia's looks too. Alicia was a lovely woman, tall and slender with large breasts. She had a calm, intellectual face.
As her feelings for Alicia grew stronger, Mandy often found herself staring at the other woman's body. She was too innocent sexually to know what her shortness of breath and the odd tingling in her belly meant.
One night Mandy was staying at Alicia's house. Earlier in the day, Mandy had hurt her back playing soccer during her gym class. As the night went on, the girl's back became more and more stiff, until she could hardly move.
"We're going to have to do something about that," Alicia said. "I think hot towels would be best."
Both women were wearing their nightgowns, ready to go to bed. Alicia had Mandy lie down on her stomach while she soaked towels in hot water and wrung them out.
To put the towels on Mandy's lower back, where the pain was, she had to lift Mandy's nightgown up above her waist. The nightgown was of heavy flannel, and fairly shapeless. Alicia stifled a gasp as she pulled it halfway up Mandy's naked back, baring her legs and ass.
Mandy's body had reached lush perfection. The ass bared to Alicia's gaze was essentially the same ass Garry would know later, with firm, upswelling asscheeks melding down into sleek velvety thighs.
Alicia stared down at the girl. Mandy's legs were parted just enough so that she could see the base of Mandy's cunt and a few strands of her silky looking light-brown pussy hair.
Alicia's hands shook as she put the first folded towel in place on Mandy's back. She studiously kept her hands away from the girl's rosy flesh.
"Oh! That's hot!" Mandy blurted, arching her back.
Her legs parted a little more, giving Alicia a better view of her cunt. So sweet looking, the older woman thought.
Hot towel followed hot towel. Mandy slowly relaxed as the pain in her back diminished.
Alicia grew more and more nervous at the proximity of the half-naked body she desired so much. Finally, she decided to give herself a small reward, to at least touch the girl's glossy skin.
"Now I'll rub the rest of the soreness out J' she murmured.
Mandy sighed as her teacher's gentle hands began to stroke up and down her lower back. She drifted on a cloud of pleasure and reassurance. Mandy had had very little physical contact in her life. The feel of her friend's hands on her body tapped a deep well of emotion inside the lonely girl.
And it tapped something else-the latent horniness that had been troubling her for years. She didn't know that at the moment, of course. All she knew was that her body felt wonderful, and that a strange, pleasant excitement was growing in her.
Alicia noticed tangible evidence of the excitement. Mandy's legs were fairly far apart, and Alicia saw that the entire inner area of her thighs was glistening with pussy juice. The girl was turned on!
Alicia tried to control herself, but it was impossible. Her hands glided lower, kneading Mandy's asscheeks.
Mandy shifted on the bed, a little nervously, but she did nothing to stop Alicia's hands from drifting lower.
' Alicia's hands bypassed Mandy's cunt, gliding down onto her thighs. She massaged the girl's legs all the way down to her feet.
"Is this helping any?" Alicia asked in a strained voice, which fortunately didn't alarm Mandy.
"It feels wonderful," the girl murmured.
Alicia rubbed back up the legs. This time, as she massaged Mandy's thighs, she let her fingers trail a little into the cleft between the girl's thighs.
Once, her fingers actually brushed part of Mandy's cunt, coming away wet with pussy juice. As she wiped the slippery liquid on her nightgown, Alicia noticed that Mandy had not flinched away.
Hardly able to breathe, Alicia rubbed all the way up the girl's back. It became obvious to both of them that Mandy's nightgown was in the way. Alicia wordlessly lifted it up over the girl's head.
Mandy, just as wordlessly, cooperated. Mandy was floating in a world of pleasure and budding desire in which she didn't want to think too carefully about how she felt and why.
Alicia rubbed Mandy's shoulders. Then her hand slid down her back again, and dipped more boldly in between the girl's thighs. The backs of her fingers pressed firmly against Mandy's pussy mound-just for a moment.
Mandy sucked in a shuddering little sigh.
Alicia couldn't stand it any longer.
"Mandy ..." she said hoarsely.
Mandy rolled over and lay on her back, looking somberly up at Alicia.
Alicia's nightgown was much more sheer than her own.
Mandy could see the shadow of the other woman's tits through the material, even make out her nipples, which were erect and poking against the material. There was a hint of curvature and shadow between Alicia's thighs. "Alicia ...?" Mandy murmured hesitantly.
"Oh God!" Alicia moaned and fell on the girl. She kissed her on the mouth, while her hands roamed frantically over Mandy's tits.
"Alicia!" Mandy gasped. But she made no attempt to push the older woman away. She lay flat on her back, her arms at her sides, leaving her body undefended.
Feeling as if she was burning up with heat, Alicia quickly stripped off her nightgown.
Mandy stared up at her teacher's naked body, at the big tits looking even larger than they were on Alicia's slender frame, hanging down a little, swinging from side to side as Alicia moved. But they were solid-looking, standing proudly out from her ribcage.
Mandy felt those tits against her as Alicia lay down, half-covering the girl with her body. Her own tits felt incredibly sensitive as Alicia covered them with kisses. And then, Mandy experienced the most intense feeling of all as Alicia's knowing fingers slid up into her slit and located the girl's clit.
"Ooooohhhh ..." Mandy whimpered, her legs splaying out to the side as her pussy begged for more attention.
That first time Mandy was passive, allowing Alicia to do what she wanted with her body. She nearly went out of her mind when Alicia finally placed her mouth against her cunt and tore a shuddering orgasm from the girl's body with her tongue.
After that, Alicia took the girl on a slow journey of discovery into the passions of lesbianism. Alicia guided Mandy verbally as the girl hesitantly pushed her fingertips up into her teacher's snatch.
"Yes . . . that's the way," Alicia panted. "Open up the lips a little. Now ... see that little pink thing up near the top? That's my clit. Touch it ... ah! No, not so hard. Gently . . . very gently. There, I didn't mean to scare you ... oh God, it feels so good . . . ! Now, kind of flick it back and forth ... yes ... oh, yes ... I think I'm going to come!"
Then, a little later Alicia said, "That's right. Shove your fingertip right up inside my hole. Nice and slow . . . mmmmmmmnnnnn ... so good . . . now push it in and out . . . steady . . . get a good rhythm ... Oh, God, Mandy! Put another finger in me!"
Mandy was delighted to have found a way to please her beloved teacher so much. She enthusiastically threw herself into making love to Alicia. Not the least of the inducements was that it felt so good to her too. Her body blossomed sexually as Alicia coaxed orgasm after orgasm from the girl's body.
For the next year, Mandy was inseparable from Alicia . . . until her natural sense of independence began to put a strain on the relationship.
Mandy was young and adventurous. She liked to explore, and part of her exploration was with people-some of whom were male. Now that she had found a way to satisfy her sex life, she was no longer afraid of men.
Or to be more exact, no longer afraid of herself around men. She grew curious about boys. Not enough to fuck them, but enough to wonder how it would be to fuck them.
Her curiosity never got past the mental stage. Her body flinched whenever a man's hand got near her cunt. She still had too vivid an image of the way her father's hand had violated her virgin pussy.
Alicia fell madly in love with Mandy and grew very possessive. She questioned Mandy suspiciously after every time the girl was out of her sight. She nagged.
Once, she saw Mandy with a boy after school, and a violent scene followed that night at Alicia's house with Alicia screaming words of abuse at Mandy, calling her a whore and a tramp, accusing her of chasing cock.
Mandy defended herself angrily.
Later, Alicia broke down and cried, begging forgiveness, which Mandy immediately gave.
There followed one of their most sensual nights, with Mandy and Alicia voraciously sixty-nining each other.
One night Alicia introduced an innovation in their lovemaking. She strapped on a huge rubber cock with double ends. One of the imitation cocks was already thrust deep up into her cunt while the other jutted out from her body.
Mandy was a little repelled . . . until Alicia slipped the free end of the exposed cock up into her cunt. Mandy had never been penetrated by anything bigger than a finger before.
The sense of fullness, of having something huge and moving up inside her body, connected to a living body, even if it was not living itself, was an exciting innovation. She had a tremendous orgasm.
From that day on, she wondered even more what it would feel like to have a real man's cock up inside her. But her fear was still too strong to let her find out in the only possible way.
Her relationship with Alicia deteriorated.
Mandy was too young and curious for new adventure to please the older woman.
Finally Alicia said she was moving to another city and asked Mandy to go with her.
Mandy refused.
Alicia left anyhow, certain that Mandy would follow. She had just graduated from high school. She was free to go where she wanted.
But Mandy stayed. She discovered a sense of excitement in finding lovers of her own-always women. But still, in the back of her mind there was that alluring curiosity about cock.
And now she had one hovering right over her face as Garry drove his bloated prick up into Barbara's welcoming cunt. So near, yet so safely occupied elsewhere.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
From the first moment Mandy had noticed Garry watching her, she knew he was interested in her sexually-not that most men weren't.
But there had been something special about Garry-his inappropriateness.
He was the kind of man Alicia, in her bitterest man-hating moods, had warned her about. He was vain and selfish and obviously on the make. The kind of man Alicia described as "having his brains between his legs."
Perversely, this made him somewhat safer as far as Mandy was concerned. She felt he was the kind of man she could never become interested in, if she ever did choose to become interested in a man. Also, he was easily manipulated. Mandy knew that if she waggled her ass the right away, she could get him to do anything she wanted.
There was more, of course-his niceness underlying his pushy horniness, and the suspicion he was probably a pretty good lover.
But now, as she watched Garry's huge prick slither in and out of Barbara's cunt only inches from her staring eyes, she wondered if she'd have the courage to let the same thing be done to her.
She wasn't afraid of being hurt-not physically, anyhow.
Alicia had fucked her often enough with the strapped-on dildo for her to know her cunt was elastic enough to take quite a lot up inside, perhaps even something as big as Garry's unexpectedly large prick.
What seemed the most difficult to bear to her .was having something so obviously alive and in control of somebody else filling her cunt. She quailed at the thought.
But it still turned her on to see how Barbara's cunt stretched wide to admit Garry's thrusting cock. She could tell by the passionate way the other girl's hips thrust back toward Garry's pounding loins that it must feel very good to her.
Barbara was fucking back so hard that it became difficult for Mandy to keep her lips glued to her cunt.
Barbara slid down a little, pounded a few inches forward by the force of Garry/s cock-thrusts up into her cunt. Now Garry's balls were dragging across Mandy's forehead. She experienced a thrill of mixed excitement and revulsion.
Garry's reaction was more one-pointed. His balls surged with energy as he felt them make contact with Mandy.
Mandy tried to lick Barbara's cunt again.
Barbara had slid down some more.
Mandy's tongue made contact against the opening to her cunt-right next to where Garry's cock was sliding into it. Mandy felt the heated hardness of Garry's cock against her tongue-tip as it slid by. She shivered, then decided that it tasted all right, since it was coated with Barbara's familiar pussy juices.
Still, she played a passive role, withdrawing her face and observing.
Barbara had drawn her ass up a little so Garry's cock would have a straighter shot up into her cunt.
Mandy could see more of the whole picture now-Barbara's gushing twat, the lips spread wide by the thick shaft of Garry's cock which was slamming in again and again, clear up to the hilt.
She saw how, on the outside, soft pink tendrils of Barbara's inner cunt flesh clung lovingly to Garry's withdrawing cock, how the big shiny shaft slid so far out that only the tip was still inside.
Then Garry's loins would flex, and his prick would slither up into her friend's cunt, pushing all that soft flesh back up inside, drawing the outer lips in a little too.
Barbara was no longer mouthing Mandy's cunt. She obviously had no attention left for anything besides the cock lancing up into her cunt from behind.
Mandy was a little jealous, but her fascination with what she was watching muted her feelings.
She heard Barbara moaning louder and louder. She was familiar enough with Barbara's sexual reactions to know that she was going to come pretty soon.
Maybe Garry was too. He was grunting loudly each time he rammed his cock up into Barbara. His cock was visibly swelling larger and larger. She also noticed that his balls had shrunk up toward his body.
Impulsively, Mandy reached up and took hold of Garry's balls. They felt hot and soft and hairy. She jerked her hand away when Garry moaned loudly.
"Oh! Jesus!" he shouted.
His whole body trembled. Mandy saw him pull his cock most of the way out of Barbara's cunt. He held it there for a second, as if he was waiting for something.
She saw that the underside of the thick shaft was pulsing strongly, little ripples traveling down the thick tube on the bottom, toward the tip.
Then Garry rammed his cock deep into Barbara's cunt and held it there. His deep moans and explosive grunts told Mandy that he must be coming.
She had no doubts when he pulled his cock back for another thrust and she saw how the whole length of the glistening swollen shaft was bucking and jerking.
Barbara's body jerked and writhed above her. She was coming too.
Mandy saw the other girl's pussy muscles spasming strongly around the base of Garry's cock. Creamy cum foamed around the juncture of the two.
Mandy stared excitedly. She grabbed hold of Barbara's thighs, helping hold the other girl steady while she came.
She felt Barbara's orgasm running down. At the same time, Garry's powerful strokes into her cunt became slower. Finally, all movement about her stopped. It was over.
Then Mandy saw a trickle of mixed cum and pussy juice dribbling out of Barbara's cunt. If it dripped, it would hit her in the face.
"Hey! Let me out of here!" she yelled, struggling to writhe out from underneath Barbara's still-shuddering body.
She put her hand flat against Barbara's cunt just as Garry withdrew his cock. It had shrunken a little, but was still big enough, as she felt it slide past her palm.
She shuddered with a mixture of dread and excitement as a gush of hot juices followed the tip of the withdrawing cock and filled her palm. With a quick twisting motion, Mandy rolled out from underneath Barbara.
Barbara toppled over onto her side, breathing hard, a happy smile on her face.
"She really likes it," Mandy thought. She herself sat up halfway.
Garry was reclining on his elbows a couple of feet away. His eyes met hers.
She blushed. She knew that he knew that it was her hand that had earlier fondled his balls. She sought for words to defuse the grin just beginning to twitch at his lips.
"I guess you do that pretty well . . . fuck," she said.
He did grin. "So I've been told. Why? You want to try it?"
She made a little moan of disgust.
"No," she said emphatically. "This may come as a shock to you, but I think I can live without your cock. Or any cock for that matter."
"Ever had one up you?" he shot back.
She hesitated, then shook her head.
"Maybe you don't know what you're talking about then," he said.
"Maybe you don't know," she shot back. "What I get keeps me happy."
"Tongues? Fingers?" he replied with a scornful curl of his lips.
"Don't knock 'em if you don't have a pussy of your own," Mandy said.
"They feel that good?" he jeered.
Mandy had an idea. Something exciting and also something that would tease Garry, who was making her angry.
"You want to see how they make me feel?" she taunted.
"You going to bang your clit in front of me again?" he asked.
"Uh-uh. You are," she replied, a little shocked at what she had just said. But it was worth it seeing the look of amazement on Garry's face.
"You want me to do it?" he blurted.
Mandy leaned back. She slowly spread her legs. Her naked cunt stared straight at Garry.
"Yeah," she murmured. "Think you can handle it?"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
For a moment, Garry couldn't believe the offer had really been made. He stared down at Mandy's cunt. The lips gaped a little, invitingly.
He moved forward.
"Oh yeah ... I can handle it all right," he muttered. He tried to move in between her legs with nothing to stop it from plowing up into her cunt.
What she had offered to let him do to her scared her badly enough. His would be the first man's hand on her twat since that day so many years ago when her father had violated her.
She leaned back on her stiffened arms as Garry crouched next to her right side. Her legs were still spread, stuck straight out in front of her. She looked up at his face, hoping her own face didn't show the fear she felt.
Fortunately, Garry didn't make a direct assault on her cunt. Instead, he softly ran one hand up and down the insides of her thighs.
She relaxed a little, but taunted him nevertheless.
"Come on . . . come on," she jeered. "You afraid of it?"
"So far, it's been afraid of me," he replied, then softly stroked her cunt lips with his fingertips.
Mandy shivered. It felt good. Better than she had expected a man's hand to feel. She had expected it to be rougher, more brutal than a woman's hand.
Garry slipped his fingertips inside her slit. He touched her clit. He obviously knew right where it was. And his touch was feather-light.
Mandy drew in a quick little half-breath. She looked at his face in amazement.
He was smiling slightly.
His finger traveled slowly down her slit, but some part of it was always in contact with her clit.
Mandy felt waves of pleasure washing through her cunt. She relaxed a little.
Garry's other hand moved to her cunt, holding her pussy lips apart while the first hand gently plundered her slit, the fingertips dipping under the slick, passion-swollen innerlips, one finger probing at her pussy hole.
She wiggled her ass down against the mattress. She suddenly wanted that finger up inside her cunt.
Garry seemed to be able to read her every desire. He slowly worked his finger up into her pussy.
Mandy couldn't keep from moaning as the finger filled her cunt.
Garry circled the tip around inside.
Mandy's stomach muscles shuddered. It felt wonderful.
At the same time, the thumb of his left hand was busy against her clit, slowly rubbing it back and forth.
Mandy, suddenly weak, flopped down onto her back.
"More . . . more ..." she panted, unable to control herself.
Garry began fingerfucking her, sliding his finger steadily in and out.
Yet, there were clever little hesitations, a split-second's holding back that had her loins straining toward his hand, begging for more. Her hips began to hump, shoving her cunt up against his hand.
Garry had never felt so turned on in his life. He finally had his finger up the unapproachable cunt of beautiful Mandy. And it was a cunt to remember, hot and tight and slick and alive inside, with the rubbery walls sucking hungrily at his finger. God, would his cock feel good up in there!
His cock thought so too. It began to harden, the blood pounding into the lengthening shaft with each heartbeat.
Garry added another finger to Mandy's cunt.
Her pussy lips obediently spread open wider.
He felt her open up inside. What a cunt! His thrusting fingers picked up their tempo, while his thumb blurred quickly back and forth across the writhing girl's clit.
"Mmmmmmnnn . . . oooooohhhhh . . . I can hardly stand it!" Mandy cried. It all felt so good.
Garry's fingers were longer and thicker than any woman's. They filled her cunt so much more. And his thumb! It was torturing her clit, punishing it almost to the point of pain. But not quite.
He seemed to know just what he was doing, and it occurred to her that he'd had the experience of dozens of cunts. Hell! Probably hundreds!
She raised herself up on her arms again. Then she saw his cock jutting out from between his legs. She stared a moment, remembering how it had felt when she'd reached up to it before, when it was sliding in and out of Barbara's cunt just above her face. It had felt hot and alive then. Now it looked bigger. More rigid.
Her hand stole out without her willing it. She shuddered with apprehension as her fingers wrapped around the big shaft. So hard inside! Like it had a core of steel! Yet, the outer skin was soft and smooth. And the bloated tip rubbery.
She squeezed.
Garry groaned.
"Keep it up," he mumbled.
His own hands kept up their frantic work. He drove his fingers deeper and deeper up into Mandy's cunt.
Her clit swelled under his rapidly moving thumb. Warm gushes of pussy juice squirted out onto his palm.
Then he felt a strong spasm ripple through Mandy's cunt.
"A-aa-aaa-aaaa-aaaahhhh," she choked out in a long gasping moan.
Her hand fell away from his cock and she flopped flat on her back again. Her body writhed wildly, her back arching, shoving her ass up off the mattress. Her fingers grabbed at the bed clothes.
"C-c-coming!" she stammered. "Oh God! Coming!"
"Jesus Christ," Garry muttered as Mandy writhed and bucked helplessly in the throes of her orgasm.
He had never seen a woman come so powerfully before. Her cunt nibbled and sucked at his fingers and once again he thought, "if only it was my cock in there."
Barbara, wanting to help, reached out and fondled Mandy's tits.
Mandy's hands clamped down on hers, holding them by the swollen nipples.
Garry watched the girl's stomach muscles suck in repeatedly as she came.
Then finally Mandy pushed his hand away from her clit.
"Too much ... too much!" she panted.
But she left his fingers up inside her cunt. Even though she didn't seem to be coming any longer, her pussy muscles still quivered and jerked around his fingers as if they hated to let go.
"Now's the time," Garry thought.
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and started to move his body in between her legs. For a second he thought he had it made, but then Mandy suddenly realized what he was doing. Her cunt was horribly near that incredible hardness she had held in her hand.
"No!" she cried out, twisting away and clamping her thighs.
"What the hell!" Garry exploded. "You warn it! I can tell!"
His cock was in his hand.
Mandy stared at it. No, she wasn't ready. Not for that up inside her body. She shook her head vehemently.
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Garry said disgustedly.
Then he tried a new tack.
"It's not fair, is it? To get me all worked up like this, and you're the only one who gets it off."
"You want it off, try it with her," Mandy said stubbornly, pointing to Barbara. "You'll do it for him, won't you?" she asked the other girl.
Barbara, who had been growing hornier and hornier as she watched Garry fingerfuck Mandy, nodded eagerly.
"Sure," she said as she lay down on her back, legs spread, her already cum-filled pussy bared. "Sure."
Then she looked hungrily over at Garry's prick. "God, he's got a nice cock!" she burst out.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Penny was by the pool when she saw Garry come out of the building with Mandy and Barbara. She had been soaking up some sun, and very hot, was heading for the bar for a drink.
She stopped quickly, moving behind two other people so that the trio by the building entrance couldn't see her.
She had no trouble telling, from the little affectionate pats and gestures being exchanged between Garry and Mandy and between the two girls themselves that they had just made love. It showed all over them-Garry's smug grin, Barbara's happy glow, and a serene sensuousness radiating from Mandy.
So now she knew.
Garry was involved with Mandy, just what she had feared. It made it a little less threatening to know the other girl, whoever she was, had been involved too. A little less personal between Garry and Mandy.
Penny had other emotions as she watched her husband and the girls. Memories of what she had seen down by the lake. A naked Mandy, jerking off in front of her husband. She had been too far away to hear what Mandy and Garry were saying, but she now suspected that they must have been setting up today's three-way connection.
She watched Garry hug first Barbara, then Mandy. The three separated, Garry heading back into his building, Barbara heading for the bar, and Mandy starting down the walkway toward her and the pool.
For a moment Penny thought about going up to Garry's room and confronting him, to ask him to call off their game, this crazy idea of each outfucking the other. But something stopped her-Mandy.
Mandy was walking straight toward her.
Penny stared at the girl's body. Her brief bikini left most of it exposed. Penny remembered how beautiful, how sexy Mandy had looked yesterday, naked by the lake.
She remembered her own surprising reactions as she watched Mandy masturbate. She remembered how sexually excited she herself had become as she watched Mandy caress her own tits and shove her fingers up into her cunt.
Her own cunt had ached. She had wondered how Mandy's body must feel to the touch. Her tits looked so smooth and firm and her cunt so snug and juicy.
It had amazed Penny to discover herself wanting to touch the other girl's cunt, to shove her fingers up another woman's twat. She was amazed, confused, and scared her. Now, here was Mandy, walking straight toward her. Impulsively, Penny stepped out and faced the blonde.
"Mandy?" she said hesitantly.
Mandy stopped, her eyes lighting with pleasure as she looked at Penny. She saw a medium-sized, actually, a little short, voluptuously built young woman wearing nothing but a brief bikini, the top of which barely covered a pair of the nicest, biggest, solidest-looking tits Mandy had ever seen. "Yes?" she replied.
"I . . . I . . . you don't know me. My name's Penny. I want to talk to you about . . . well, about ..."
This was difficult for Penny; what did she want to talk to this girl for?
"About Garry," she finally said.
This alarmed Mandy a little.
"What about him?" she asked.
"I . . . well, I'm Penny. His wife."
Uh-oh, Mandy thought. Trouble. Damn, she'd been stupid to get involved with a man. Now she was going to have to put up with a jealousy scene. Maybe threats. Or worse, tears.
But Penny sensed what she was thinking.
"Oh, it's not that," she said. "I just want to talk to you, to somebody!"
Penny's voice rose on the last word. She was beginning to realize how upset and confused she was, how much she had been frightened by that sexy but violent scene with Pete. And how much in turmoil her emotions were over her reaction to what she had seen Mandy doing on the beach.
Mandy realized Penny was near the breaking point. She definitely didn't want a scene right here by the pool. She quickly glanced up and down Penny's lush, half-naked body.
Nice, she thought.
"You obviously want to talk," she said quickly. "Why don't we go to my place. It's very private." Penny blinked back tears. "Okay," she agreed.
Mandy scooped up the towel and bag she had left by the pool.
Penny picked up a wrap-around beach dress but didn't put it on. Together, the two young women left the pool area and started down the road toward the lake.
As they walked, Penny's story poured out of her. She told Mandy about the sexual rift that had been growing between her and Garry for so long, about her experience with Pete, which made Mandy purse her lips with disgust.
Most of all she talked about her unhappiness with the way things were going. She was ready to go back to Garry. To make him her only sexual partner.
While she talked, the girls were heading down the same trail over which Garry had followed Mandy the day before.
Penny shivered as she remembered what she had seen as they passed the small sandy beach.
About two hundred yards farther along the shore, they came to Mandy's house. It was a small bungalow right down by the water, completely by itself.
"It's beautiful," Penny said. "So peaceful and private."
She hung her head.
"I don't know what got into me before," she said. "I wonder why I wanted other men. Garry's really such a good lover." She blushed.
"I guess you know that," she added.
Mandy smiled, then grew serious.
"I might as well make one thing clear," she said. "I've never made love to him. I'll be honest. I've seen him make love, and I guess he must be good. I really can't judge those things. I don't make love to men."
"Oh," Penny said, big-eyed.
She tried to imagine what must have taken place between Mandy and Garry and that other woman, then. Mandy and the other woman must have . . .
"Oh," she said again, remembering how beautiful Mandy had looked yesterday, down naked by the beach.
How excited she had become as she masturbated. Had the other girl masturbated her, then?
Penny felt herself growing increasingly excited as she thought about what it must have been like between Garry and the two girls. She felt her own cunt growing hot and wet.
Mandy's eyes widened. She had expected shock from Penny, but the other woman was obviously growing turned on.
"Could it be . . . ?" she wondered. Why not find out?
"Come here, Penny," she said firmly.
She took Penny by the hand and pulled the other girl toward her.
Penny neither resisted nor cooperated. She stood, half-paralyzed by a mixture of fear and desire as Mandy reached around behind her back and unfastened the top of her bikini. Mandy peeled the bikini away from Penny's tits. Oh, yes, they were nice, Mandy thought gleefully as she drank in the big rounded mounds with her eyes and the small, almost virginal nipples tipping the ends.
She didn't touch them yet. Not with her hands. Instead, she reached around behind her own back and took off her own bikini top too.
"Closer," she murmured to Penny, drawing the frightened young wife toward her.
Their tits touched. Mandy moved her tits back and forth, grazing her quickly stiffening nipples against Penny's.
That's all I need to know, Mandy thought.
She mashed her tits against Penny's, thrilled as she felt the big bouncy orbs squash against hers and felt their heat and aliveness.
Then she kissed Penny right on the mouth.
Penny started to draw back. Mandy's face felt so strange, so soft and smooth, so feminine. No beard scratch or rough skin, so unlike a man's.
Penny discovered she liked the feel. And she liked the way Mandy's soft lips opened and slid across her own. Mandy's tongue, when it slipped into her mouth, was so small and soft and light.
And the feel of Mandy's tits against her own! Those beautiful tits she had stared at on the little beach the other day. How hard her nipples were as they dug into her own tit-flesh!
Giving in completely, Penny threw her arms around the other girl and hugged her as they kissed.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Then it was time to explore. Penny and Mandy stepped apart a little. Their hands went to each other's tits, fondled, stroked.
Penny looked into Mandy's hot, glittering blue eyes and saw how excited she was. Excited because of her, which added to Penny's excitement.
"Oh, what am I doing? What am I doing?" she murmured softly, amazed that she should be touching another woman like this. And even more amazed that it thrilled her so much.
Mandy took her by the hand and led her over to a small lawn.
"You're learning something new about yourself . . . and about another person," she said as she put her big towel down on the grass.
She had Penny stand in the middle of the towel while she herself knelt in front of her. Penny shivered as Mandy hooked her fingers under the waistband of Penny's bikini bottom and slowly pulled them down. Penny had never felt so naked and sensual in her life when she finally stood nude in front of the kneeling blonde.
Still kneeling, Mandy moved her face close to Penny's cunt. She trailed hot kisses down over the brunette's belly. Soft pussy hair tickled her chin.
She dipped her face lower and blew into Penny's slit.
"Ooooohhh . . . God!" Penny whimpered.
Mandy could smell the other girl's cunt juice as they dribbled out of her snatch.
Mandy managed to work her tongue a little way into Penny's slit.
"A-aa-aaa-aaaa-aaaahhhh," Penny moaned as the kneeling blonde's hot wet tongue-tip stabbed against her clit.
Penny grabbed Mandy's head and jerked her face tightly against her crotch.
Mandy's tongue jabbed deeper.
Penny shuddered and swayed. A wave of dizziness swept over her. God, it was almost too much!
Mandy realized what the other girl was going through.
"Lie down," she ordered, guiding the other girl down onto her back on the towel.
Penny lay on her back, her belly giving little shudders of excitement as she watched Mandy quickly and gracefully strip off her bikini bottom. She stared at the girl's blondish pussy hair, obviously bleached by the sun. Mandy must sunbathe naked. Probably right here on this little lawn.
Mandy lay down next to Penny. She put her arms around the panting brunette and kissed her again. The two girls' hands roamed hungrily over each other's bodies.
Mandy threw one of her legs over Penny's thigh.
Penny felt the wet furry softness of the other girl's cunt pressing against her skin.
"Oh, God," she moaned, shoving her leg against Mandy's crotch.
Penny felt Mandy's hand sliding down over her belly. Her legs parted hungrily. Mandy's fingers dipped into her steaming slit.
"Uuunggh," she moaned as the blonde sought out her throbbing clit and began to massage it. She felt Mandy's fingers push up into her pussy hole. Mandy drove her fingers slowly up inside the shuddering cunt, then began swirling them around inside.
"Oooooohhh . . . ooohhhhhh," Penny whimpered.
Mandy seemed to know just what to do to make her feel good, to make her feel like her cunt was ninety percent of her body.
Penny groped for Mandy's cunt, but the other girl was already sliding lower on the big towel.
She moved in between Penny's lewdly spread legs.
Penny looked up and saw Mandy, lying on her stomach, staring into her cunt.
"What . . . what are you going to do?" she asked haltingly.
"Eat your cunt. Suck your clit. Stick my tongue up your twat," Mandy said, breathlessly. "God, you've got a nice pussy!"
Mandy slid her hand up over the tight rounded mounds of Penny's pussy lips. She slipped one thumb into the hot wet valley in between. Her thumb tip skidded over slippery smooth flesh. She shoved it up into Penny's pussy hole and left it there while she pressed her mouth against the whimpering brunette's upper slit.
"Uuuuunnhhh . . . aaaaahhhhh ..."
Penny moaned as Mandy's tongue made contact with her clit.
Mandy licked the taut little nubbin for a moment, then she sucked it in between her lips.
Penny's body arched wildly as Mandy stabbed her tongue against the trapped, super-sensitive little clit.
Mandy's thumb slid slowly in and out of her cunt, adding to Penny's ecstasy.
Penny felt herself sweeping toward a climax. When her orgasm arrived, it was shattering. Her body arched, her hips bucking upward, driving her cunt against Mandy's hotly sucking mouth.
Mandy felt the writhing girl's pussy juices spraying out over her face. She sucked joyfully, her own cunt throbbing as she felt Penny come underneath her.
Penny finally had to push Mandy's voracious mouth away from her cunt.
"Can't . . . can't stand it any more. Too ... too strong ..." she stammered. Her clit felt like it was going to explode. It wasn't a bad feeling, but her overtaxed nerve endings demanded a rest.
It thrilled Penny when Mandy raised her face from between her thighs and she saw that the blonde's face was glistening with her pussy juice. She was even more thrilled when Mandy eagerly slid up her body and kissed her on the mouth. She tasted her own cunt on Mandy's lips. Felt Mandy's swollen tits pressing against hers.
Penny was still incredibly excited.
"What can I do for you?" she asked, wanting to pay Mandy back for the wonderful experience she had just had.
"What do you think?" Mandy asked, smiling down at her.
Of course, Mandy wanted to eat her cunt. That sobered Penny a little. Could she do that? Could she stick her tongue up another woman's snatch?
There was one way to find out. She quickly moved in between Mandy's thighs, which opened readily for her. She crouched, her knees drawn up under her, her lush ass jutting upward and back, her face only inches from Mandy's naked cunt.
Her fingers eagerly parted the silky pussy hair, but when she found herself staring up into the other girl's slit, she hesitated.
There it was-pink, flushed, glistening-wet slit, with all its fleshy inner parts. The obvious button of her clit peeked out at her. She could see the swollen, shiny-skinned inner lips and underneath it all, the petaled opening to her cunt.
All that wetness and palpitating flesh, the soft curling hair. Could she do it? Could she put her mouth against another woman's cunt?
Mandy's obvious excitement decided her. The young blonde writhed and twisted on the towel, her legs spreading open wide, stretching her cunt lips further apart.
"Please . . . make me come with your mouth," Mandy panted.
A wave of love and gratitude for this beautiful young woman swept over Penny. After the recent difficulties of her marriage, after the exciting but brutal scene with Pete, this was all so un-threatening, so natural and sensuous. Without any more thinking, Penny pressed her mouth against Mandy's cunt.
The rich, heady odor and taste of pussy juice flooded her senses. She discovered she loved it. Moaning with passion, she sought out Mandy's clit with her tongue tip.
It thrilled her to feel the other girl's body jerk and shudder under hers, to know she was making Mandy feel good.
She slowly dragged her tongue up over Mandy's clit.
"Mmmmnnn," Mandy sighed.
She reached down and softly stroked the top of Penny's head.
Penny's mouth drove harder against her cunt.
Mandy's legs jerked and shuddered.
Both women were so completely enthralled with one another that neither noticed the male figure standing in the brush near the house, staring at the incredible scene taking place between the two writhing, panting, moaning women.
The man hesitated, tension showing in the lines of his body. Then he seemed to come to a decision. He moved quickly from the cover of the bushes and headed for the two girls.
It was Garry.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
By accident, Garry had seen Mandy and his wife meet by the pool. He had started back up to his room, but had changed his mind and decided to go over to the bar for a drink. His eyes had naturally tracked Mandy as she walked toward the pool, remembering how hot and wet and tight her cunt was, how hidden underneath her bikini bottom.
Then he saw another bikini-clad woman step out and speak to Mandy-Penny.
"Oh, God," he moaned silently. "This could be a bad scene." .But to his surprise, after a brief conversation, both girls picked up their belongings and walked off together. That made him even more nervous. What the hell were they plotting? What did they have in common that would bring them together like that?
He watched them go off down the road. Two lovely young women, one blonde, the other darker. Both with lush, nearly nude bodies. He noticed that Penny compared very favorably with Mandy.
They were different-looking enough so that one could not weigh their various good points one against the other. Their differing attractiveness was complementary, rather than comparable.
He decided to follow, but his clumsy attempts of the previous day dictated smoother tactics. He knew Mandy lived down by the lake. He knew most of the trail there. He'd let the two girls get a head start, then follow along behind, at a safe distance, out of sight.
After a five-minute wait, Garry sauntered down the road. He turned off onto the same trail as the day before. He saw the footprints of the two girls showing up plainly in the soft, rich, leafy soil.
The tracks went on past the little beach. Garry lost his way once, which cost him a few minutes, then he heard voices and saw the outlines of a house through the trees. Staying in the brush, he made his way carefully forward.
He was unprepared for the sight that met his stunned eyes. Sure, he knew Mandy was a lesbian, but Penny? He could hardly believe it was his wife crouching in between Mandy's naked, wide-apart legs.
He saw Penny stare into Mandy's cunt. The cunt he himself wanted so much. Then, Jesus Christ, she started tonguing Mandy's sweet slit!
Garry felt his cock pounding in his pants. He had never seen anything that turned him on so much. Sure, he'd seen Barbara and Mandy eating one another earlier, but now, one of the two writhing, moaning women was his wife!
The fact that it was happening outside, in a green wild setting, under the open sky, added to his sense of excitement. Garry shifted nervously as he watched his wife suck Mandy's snatch.
Two beautiful, sexy women, making it all on their own, he thought. He found himself admiring his wife's lush ass, which was pointing back more or less in his direction. He could see the dark shadow of her cunt high up between her thighs. A cunt he knew very well, and now he wondered how he had ever become bored with it.
Penny had always been a hell of a fuck. He remembered how hot and tight and slippery her twat was. How wildly she threw herself into fucking. His cock lurched again in his pants.
Without any conscious decision, Garry found himself stepping out into the open. All he knew was that somehow he had to become part of the exciting coupling taking place only a few yards away. He wanted to make it a trio. Before him were the women he most desired in the world. He realized that about Penny now.
He shed his clothes as he walked forward. His pants he dropped right behind Penny, and naked, his cock completely hard, jutting out from the hairy tangle of his loins, he dropped down onto his knees just in back of Penny's upthrust ass.
When he reached out and softly caressed his wife's richly swelling asscheeks, she at first didn't react. The gentle touch sliding down her ass cheeks and then sliding into the deep crack in between, heading for her cunt, seemed a natural part of the warmth and sexiness and excitement she was experiencing with Mandy as she ate the other girl's cunt.
Then she realized that it could not possibly be Mandy's hands on her ass. She jerked her mouth away from Mandy's cunt. Her head twisted around. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at Garry. She was so surprised that she couldn't make a sound.
Garry put his finger to his lips, enjoining silence. Penny hesitated.
Garry took his cock in one hand, then stroked her cunt with his other as he crowded in closer to her ass.
Penny knew he wanted to fuck her. There was another moment's hesitation, then she thought, why not? And the more she thought about it, the more exciting the idea became. To be fucked from behind by Garry while she tongued into Mandy's twat.
During all this, Mandy's eyes had been closed. She had been floating on a cloud of bliss as Penny ate her cunt. When Penny's mouth pulled away from her pussy, she thought the other girl was just changing her position. But Penny seemed to be a long time in starting again.
"Penny . . . ?" she whimpered. "Some more?"
Fortunately, her eyes remained closed. She didn't see Penny's excited grin as she once more mashed her mouth greedily against Mandy's cunt. Nor did she see the brunette's eyes open wide with stunned pleasure as Garry drove his cock up into her cunt from behind.
Garry's prick felt hard as a rock and as charged as a stick of dynamite as he fucked up into his wife's cunt. God, her hole felt good around his cock! And when he looked down past her sleek back, he was looking at Mandy's naked, writhing body, at his wife's head wedged deep in between Mandy's quivering thighs.
He increased the tempo of his fucking. His hips slammed hard against his wife's soft asscheeks and thighs. He stared at the juncture of Penny's face and Mandy's cunt. It felt to him as if his cock was a yard long, and he was fucking all the way through Penny's body and up into Mandy's cunt as if he were fucking both women at once.
Penny began to moan loudly. And with each powerful stroke of Garry's cock up into her cunt from behind, her face was driven forward against Mandy's cunt.
Puzzled, Mandy opened her eyes. For a long, stunned moment, she couldn't believe what she saw-Garry's figure looming up behind Penny, his eyes glittering down at her, his face tight with pleasure.
Mandy started to writhe away, to escape and run, but she knew it would be difficult. Penny had a tight grip on her thighs, and the brunette's body was weighing her legs down.
Did she want to escape? Penny's mouth was still working eagerly on her cunt, lapping pleasure into it. And she knew Garry anyhow. In fact, she had spent part of the day doing something very much like this with him and Barbara. Penny seemed happy enough, so why not let it happen?
She settled down, looking at Garry, her lovely face flushed as she felt herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.
But Penny was beginning to have trouble concentrating on sucking Mandy's cunt. Garry's cock up inside her own cunt was driving her crazy. She felt herself growing more and more excited. She began to lose control of her body. She writhed and moaned and twisted, and her face slowly slid away from Mandy's cunt.
"Please! Don't stop now!" Mandy pleaded.
She was only seconds away from an orgasm. Just a few more hot swipes of Penny's tongue and she'd get off.
But Penny was already helpless in the grip of her own orgasm. Her cunt spasmed wildly around her husband's pistoning cock. Her head twisted from side to side, her mouth missing Mandy's cunt.
Mandy humped her hips upward, trying to mash her pussy against the other girl's face, but it didn't work.
Garry almost let his cum shoot up into his wife's twat, but he had another idea. He stared down at Mandy and realized how excited, how desperate for an orgasm she was.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
So, when Penny's orgasm had run its course, Garry pushed her to the side, rolling her out of the way. Now, he loomed over Mandy, his cock still hard and erect, shiny with Penny's pussy juices. There was nothing between him and Mandy but air.
She stared up at him. She knew what he wanted. He was going to fuck her. Drive that huge thing up into her tender hole.
She opened her mouth to say no, but what came out was, "Please ..."
She quivered with a mixture of fear and longing as Garry pressed the tip of his cock up between her cunt lips which were slippery with the saliva of Garry's wife.
"Oh ... I don't know," Mandy whimpered.
But it was too late. Garry's cock slid up into her pussy. She felt it opening her up, filling her. So big, so hard, moving in so deep.
And feeling so good. Mandy moaned, her legs drawing up and her knees spreading farther apart.
"Oh, so good ... so gooood," she sighed.
Her arms rose. She pulled Garry down close to her. He kissed her, and this time she kissed him back passionately. He was so close to her, all around her, inside her so hard and strong. She felt her orgasm nearing again. It was going to be so powerful, so complete.
Penny looked over at her husband and her new lover. She had never seen anyone fuck before. It excited her tremendously. She wanted to join in some way. She moved close and reached up between Garry's legs from behind.
Her hand touched the shaft of his cock as it slid smoothly in and out of Mandy's cunt. She followed the slippery shaft until her fingertips touched the softness of Mandy's pussy lips.
One of her fingertips slipped up inside Mandy's gushing hole, lying right alongside Garry's cock, filling Mandy more tightly.
Both Garry and Mandy moaned loudly.
"Oooooohhh, Penny . . . Garry!"
Mandy whimpered. "You're going to make me come. I can feel it starting. So far up inside me!"
Her eyes opened wide. "Garry! Your cock is getting so big! Swelling up!"
"Jesus Christ, yes!" Garry moaned. "I'm coming. Shooting off inside you . . . AAARRR-GGGGGHHHHHH!"
Mandy felt the hot wet rush of his jism up into her cunt, her body stiffened. Her eyes opened wide, then her body contracted into a powerful spasm.
"Oh, GOD!" she wailed. "I'm coming too. Going out of my mind . . . aaaaiiiyyyyyyy!"
Hot slippery pussy juice, mixed with cum, gushed out over Penny's hand as she drove her finger farther up into Mandy's cunt, alongside her husband's cock. She felt the big prick pulsing regularly as it pumped its load into her girlfriend's pussy.
She felt her own cunt spasm as Mandy writhed out the rest of her climax. Finally, as Garry collapsed, panting, on top of Mandy, Penny let her hand slip away from their slippery loins.
Garry rolled half off Mandy, to let her breathe. He looked searchingly at her face, to try to read what her reaction was to finally being fucked.
She looked back at him, and knew what he was thinking.
"It was wonderful," she said, throwing her arms around him. "I felt so filled. I had such a wonderful orgasm, and I could feel yours too."
Garry turned toward Penny.
She was looking lovingly at him.
"And what about you?" he asked.
"Perfect," she replied. She hesitated a moment, then added, "It meant so much for me too. To ... to make it with Mandy. It's something I've been missing without knowing it. Something that's a real part of me."
"Oh, yeah?" Garry murmured.
He was thinking fiercely. Some men might be jealous to discover that their wife had the hots for another woman. But what did it really mean? Just that he now had two beautiful sexy mates.
He knew, from the way Mandy had reacted when he fucked her, and from the way she was looking lovingly at Penny and himself, that he could have her anytime he wanted her. He could have Penny and Mandy, or either one. It would be his own small harem. And when he wasn't fucking them, he could watch them make it with each other. The answer to a horny man's dream.
Garry rolled from Mandy's body, his cock slithering wetly from her cunt.
"Mandy," he said, "how would you like to move down to the city? Move in with us? I make plenty of money, enough to support the three of us."
He watched Penny carefully to see how she'd react.
She beamed with pleasure.
Mandy hesitated a moment, then she smiled too.
"Well, okay," she said. "But you'll have to promise me one thing."
"That you'll fuck me a lot. That you'll teach me how to make it with that funny-looking thing."
And she reached over and squeezed Garry's cock, squeezed it hard enough so that a drop of cum dribbled out the tip and smeared over her hand.
Garry noticed that she didn't flinch away from the sticky liquid this time.
"In fact," she said, "can you fuck me again? Right now?"
"We gotta get it hard, baby," Garry said. "The facts of life."
"Oh. And would it help get it hard if I sucked it a little?" Mandy asked mischievously.
"Oh, Christ, do squirrels have big bushy tails?"
Garry moaned as Mandy leaned down and took his shrunken cock in her mouth.
He saw Penny move next to Mandy and reach around behind the kneeling, sucking blonde. A wet squishing sound told him Penny had shoved her finger up Mandy's cunt from behind. That, and the way Mandy's body jerked.
Both girls were within reach. He reached up and fondled their tits. First Penny's, then Mandy's. One set so big and solid, the other so much smaller but silky to the touch, with hot swollen nipples.
"Gawd," he panted, surrounded by naked female flesh. "I don't think we're gonna have any trouble at all getting that fucking thing hard again. Which one of you is first?"
