When Alta and Lloyd decided to start swapping, they jumped in feet-first. And it wasn't long before the innocent schoolteacher and her horny hubby were ready to try anything, anywhere, anytime. Once they got turned on to the swinger's philosophy--that anything is all right sexually as long as it brings pleasure--they were quick to discover that almost anything would bring pleasure.
Benjamin Morse, M.D., explains this sudden rush to hedonism in his book, The Sexual Revolution: "Because of the form of wife-swapping, the organized nature of it, the equation with fun and modernity and liberalism, the wife-swappers have succeeded in transforming a vice into something that seems to be positively virtuous."
CHAPTER ONE
Cupping her large soft tits from beneath, schoolteacher Alta Tyner lifted them toward the hot spray of water peppering from the shower head. Steam filled the bathroom as she let the drops beat at her brown nipples until they stood hard and pointed. Alta was in an erotic mood. In less than an hour there would be a knocking at the front door; then her tits, and all the rest of her body as well, would have a treat she had been eagerly anticipating for more than a month.
Mary Higgins was coming to spend the night. Alta and Lloyd, her salesman husband, were going to share their bed with the bi-girl, each planning to enjoy her promised talents in the oral arts she had written so much about in her letters. Alta could hardly wait, now that it was finally about to happen. She'd thought Lloyd had flipped his lid when he first suggested they join the correspondence club from which he'd received a sample magazine and an application for membership. At her husband's insistence, Alta had read a few of the many advertisements in the club magazine. Some had been complete with pictures and some not, but they all were clearly ads for sexual partners. Most were from single men wanting girls, but almost as many were placed by couples wanting other couples. Some were too far out to appeal to Alta, but she could not deny the excitement she'd felt when Lloyd mentioned it might be fun to broaden their sex life by joining the club.
"What did you say?" she'd asked, dropping the magazine to her lap and reaching nervously for a cigarette.
Lloyd had grinned sheepishly. "You heard me, baby."
"I'm not sure I did. Say it again."
"I'll rephrase it. Let's try mate-swapping," he said, sliding across the couch to put his arm about her shoulder. "Jesus, honey," Alta gulped. "You've gotta be joking!"
"Have I?"
"Well... Aren't you?"
"No," he said. "I think I'd like that sort of thing."
"Wow! I don't know what to say, Lloyd. Did reading this magazine give you that crazy idea?"
"I fudged a little. They didn't just send the magazine as an advertisement. I answered an ad in a men's magazine to get it."
Alta lit her cigarette and V ok a deep drag. "Go on," she said, exhaling smoke.
"I've been thinking about it for some time... us doing it, I mean. You know that men's mag that I buy regularly, MR?"
"I've noticed it lying around the house," Alta said guardedly.
"They run a monthly sex survey. Most of the letters are from mate-swappers. Well, I've been reading the survey for several months now; quite frankly, it sounds like fun. I've thought about you and I swapping. It excites me to think about it."
Alta giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"I've been keeping up with your survey, too. Those letters couldn't be for real. People just don't act like that."
Lloyd looked pleased. "You've been reading my mag?"
Alta nodded. "Just the survey. Every time I pick one up to dust, it falls open to the survey."
"I always read it first," Lloyd said. "I guess I fold it without knowing it. What makes you think the letters aren't from real people?"
"I just can't believe people do those things. Even if they did, they wouldn't write about it to a magazine."
"What about the ads in this club magazine? " Alta shook her head slowly. "I don't know? What about them? "
"Let's join and answer one of the ads. There's a couple here in Arizona advertising this month. Here, I'll show you.
Lloyd took the club magazine from her lap and opened it to the Arizona section. With his finger pointing to an ad, he handed it back to Alta.
There was no photo with the ad. Alta took the magazine from her husband and read it. It was a couple living in southern Arizona who wanted to meet other couples. The man was thirty-one and the wife was twenty-nine. Both enjoyed French culture, according to the ad. Alta naively thought it meant something altogether different from sexual activities.
"They're too old for us. Besides, wouldn't it make you jealous for me to sleep with another man?"
"They're only six years older than we are," Lloyd replied. Then he grinned. "Would it make me jealous for you to sleep with another man? Then it does appeal to you."
"I didn't say that, Lloyd."
"You're thinking favorably about it or you wouldn't have asked what you did. Come on now, admit it"
"Well, maybe I have thought about it. I was a virgin, remember? You're the only man I've ever had."
"And you've wondered how it would be with another "All right. I have wondered. What of it?"
"Nothing, baby."
"I'd never cheat on you," Alta assured.
"You don't have to. Let's join this club and you can find out how it is with some other guy."
"Do you really want that, Lloyd?"
"Don't you want to try it, Alta? Be honest, now."
"I don't know. It scares me."
"Why? What is there to be scared of?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm afraid of losing you. I love you, darling. I don't think I could stand seeing you with another girl."
"You've got it all wrong, honey," Lloyd said, hugging her to him as he talked. "These people are not interested in anything but sexual adventure. They love each other, just as we love each other."
"If you love me, how could you want to swap me off?" she asked timidly. "It doesn't make much sense to me."
"Variety is the spice of life, honey, in sex as well as food or anything else. If either of us were having an affair, now that would be different. Affairs are dangerous to a marriage because of the sneaking and lying. But swapping is all above-board. It's something we could share together."
"It still seems wrong," she said.
"Why? You're not religious; I'm not religious. Why should we stick to that old worn-out moral code? Let's join this club and give it a try. If we don't get any fun out of it, then we'll quit."
Alta smiled unsurely. "You're absolutely sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure. But I don't want to force you into it if you don't want to."
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it A little variety wouldn't kill me, as long as you don't throw it up to me the next lime you get angry with me. You wouldn't do that, would you, Lloyd?"
A satisfied smile broke over Lloyd's face. "Of course not, baby. It was my idea, wasn't it? How could I find fault?"
"Okay," Alta agreed, herself breaking into a relaxed grin. "Let's join this here club and sex it up, podner."
"Get pen and paper. We'll write this couple tonight," Lloyd urged. "Who knows, gal, you might get you a longhorn steer the first time out of the corral."
"Let's answer this ad instead," she said, handing the magazine back to him with her finger on the ad above the couple's.
"Loyd read the ad. It was from a married woman who wanted to contact other girls and couples. "Discretion a must," her ad read. "Really?" Lloyd asked, grinning broadly as he lowered the magazine and looked at his wife. "Do you want to share a girl?"
Alta blushed. She reached for another cigarette. "Why not?" she asked, not looking at Lloyd as she struck a match and lit her smoke. "I've wondered how it would be with another girl much more than with a different man."
"Well, I'll be damned," Lloyd exclaimed.
"Is that so terrible?" Alta demanded.
"Shit no, baby! It's great... just great! Damn, I'd love to watch you with another girl. Go get a pen and some paper. Let's get a letter off tonight. Just thinking about it makes me hard."
Smiling, Alta released her tits and turned off the shower. She pinched her hard nipples and ran her hands sensually over her flat stomach. That first letter had had to wait for more than an hour. She'd been as hot as Lloyd was hard, and instead of getting pen and paper had led him to bed. All during their heated union she'd fantasised another girl making love to her. Now it was going to happen for real--in less than an hour.
Alta slid open the glass door to the shower and stepped out. She took a rough towel and rubbed herself vigorously. When she was dry, her skin had a healthy pink glow. After dusting her body with scented powder, she dabbed perfume behind her ears and on either side of her pussy. She wanted to smell nice for Mary to kiss all over, as she'd promised to do in her letters. She hoped Mary had thought to douche and powder her cunt, too, for Alta intended to return her kisses in kind. She trembled at the thought of putting her mouth to Mary's pussy. God, it was so exciting! And if tonight went well, then bigger and better things lay ahead--a whole new and thrilling way of life!
Humming happily, Alta walked nude into the bedroom to dress. She laid out all her tilings on the bed: underthings, stockings, garter belt, dress, slip. Suddenly it seemed so foolish to bother getting dressed. They were, going nowhere except to bed. She put everything away and got out her most seductive negligee.
After slipping into the negligee, she took off her shower cap and shook out her lustrous jet-black hair. She got a pair of high-heeled house slippers with fluffy bon-bons and worked her bare feet into them. Voices drifted down the hall from the living room as she sat down at the dresser. Picking up her hairbrush, Alta wondered if Lloyd was watching TV. She was too excited to do anything so mundane at the moment, she knew. Grinning at her husband's cool, she began brushing at her hair. When she was finished, it looked smooth and glossy. The bottom ends hung just below her shoulder and were turned under in a loose curl.
Smiling approval, she took her lipstick and applied a coat of devilish red to her lips. Eye make-up came next, then she was finished. Her skin was flawless and her complexion near perfect. She had never needed anything more than lip and eye make-up, except for an occasional dab of powder to take the shine from her nose. The shine was there now, she noticed, and took her puff and gave it a quick pat.
The voices were silent as Alta went up the hall toward the living room of their apartment. Coming into the room, she saw why. The voices hadn't been from the radio or TV. Mary had already arrived. The voices Alta had heard belonged to her husband and Mary. But neither of them was talking now, nor did they notice Alta enter the room. Lloyd had his arms full of Mary and his tongue filled her sucking mouth. Mary had one arm around Lloyd's back and her other hand was hotly rubbing at his hard dick through his trousers.
A thrill coursed through Alta at the sight. Mary was every bit as pretty as her picture. She was a small girl, but stacked well. Her red hair was clipped in the new short fashion and shone like copper under the light from the nearby lamp. The color obviously was her own natural shade. Her dress was hiked up halfway, revealing nyloned thighs of appealing shape. As Alta moved closer, she saw a few freckles on Mary's arms and face. It was only more evidence of her natural red hair. God, she was a little doll!
No jealousy at all did Alta feel at the sight of her husband kissing and fondling their new toy. In fact, it excited her so much that she didn't announce her presence. Instead, she went on tiptoe to the easy chair facing the couch and sat down. She took a cigarette from the table and lit it.
At the sound of the match striking, Lloyd pulled his lips from Mary's open mouth and they both turned toward Alta.
Dropping the match into the ash tray, Alta smiled at them. "Don't let me interrupt," she said.
Loyd grinned sheepishly. "We started without you, honey."
"I got here early, and I can't stay long," Mary explained.
Lloyd reached for a cigarette. "Alta, meet Mary."
"Delighted," Alta said sultrily.
Mary smiled as she drank in the sexy sight of Alta, who had crossed her legs and hadn't bothered to close her negligee. It was at Alta's creamy thighs that Mary looked the longest. She licked at her lips as her gaze moved up and took in Alta's large high-standing breasts. looking into her eyes, Mary said, "Jesus, honey, you're going to be delicious!"
"You'll have to be patient with me," Alta said. "I've never done anything like this before."
"You don't have a thing to worry about."
"I'm not worrying," Alta assured her. "I'm anticipating."
Mary patted the place beside her shapely butt on the couch. As Alta rose to join them, Mary said, "We don't have much time. I'm sorry I can't stay the night like we'd planned. God knows I want to, but it's impossible now."
"What's wrong?" Alta asked, sitting down close to Mary and thrilling as Mary reached over and hotly stroked the inside of her bare thigh.
"My husband was supposed to be in El Paso this weekend. He came down with the flu and had to stay home. I had to lie to him to get away from Nogales. I don't like to lie, but now I'm glad I did. God, Alta, you're so pretty!"
"I can return your compliment with a clear conscience, Mary. I'm glad you could make it. You're a little doll."
"Mmm," Mary sighed, then took Alta's face in her hands and kissed her full on the lips.
Without hesitation, Alta opened her mouth and took in Mary's insistently probing tongue. The soft female lips and small darting pink tongue sent shivers up and down her spine. Heaving a sigh, she sucked on Mary's tongue and licked at it as she reached timidly into her lap and felt the warm skin above her nylons.
"Sweet," Mary murmured, looking soulfully into Alta's eyes as the kiss ended. "God, that was sweet! Damn, how I've been hungering for you. I'd like to spend the whole weekend with you," she said dreamily, then blinked her eyes and added, "But I can't, damn it! I've got to be back home before my husband gets worried."
"What did you tell him? " Lloyd asked.
"That I had to come up here to Tucson and see a girl friend whose marriage is on the skids."
"He didn't object to that?"
"No. It's something I do for him all the time. He's a minister, you see, and I help him with marriage counseling. I've a degree in psychology."
"You look familiar," Alta said. "I get the feeling I've seen you before."
"That could very well be," Mary said, smiling at her and patting her thigh. "My husband pastored a church here before we transferred to Nogales. We lived in Tucson for almost two years."
"Would you mind a personal question?" Lloyd asked.
"Not at all. We are friends, aren't we? What we say and do remains our secret?"
"Of course," Lloyd replied. "Your ad said something about discretion, and we want that too."
"Good. You can see why I have to be so careful."
"I certainly do, Mary. But what I'm wondering is--"
"Lloyd," Mary said, smiling as she broke in. "You needn't ask. I know what you're wondering. You want to know how I reconcile being a minister's wife and swinging on the sneak, don't you?"
He nodded. "Why don't you just say that you're single and let it go at that?"
"I don't like to lie. It goes against my grain. But to answer your question. I don't even try to reconcile the two. At least ninety percent of the time I'm the perfect minister's wife. It's been six months since I swung last Occasionally I just have to have it. Can you understand that? I don't think it's wrong; but I know my husband would never go for it, so I've never mentioned it to him. Now can we go to bed? Time is running out and I dearly want you both before I go home for another six months of living in my gold fish bowl."
CHAPTER TWO
Leading the way to the bedroom, Lloyd went down the hall unbuttoning his shirt. The girls followed, holding hands and looking deeply into each other's eyes as they walked silently. Lloyd tossed his shirt carelessly to the floor and began kicking off his shoes. When Mary and Alta came through the door, he was standing beside the bed getting out of his pants. He dropped his shorts to the floor along with his trousers as Mary stared hungrily at his standing cock.
"God, you're built!" she moaned, licking her lips at the sight of his hard tool. As Alta kicked off her slippers and shrugged out of her negligee, Mary turned to look at her nude body. "Fabulous!" she exclaimed, her eyes torn between Alta's lovely breasts and the thick patch of coarse black hair at her pubis. "Oh shit. This is going to be frustrating!"
"Why?" Alta asked, smiling as she moved to Mary and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"You're both so damned attractive. I can't decide which one I want to go down on first!"
"Why not get between us and alternate?" Lloyd suggested. "Go back and forth and do us both at the same time."
"Jesus! That sounds wonderful! I bet Til come before either one of you does. I can, you know. You won't have to touch me if you don't want to. I'm so oral I can cream while I'm going down."
"We want to touch you, darling," Alta assured, undoing the hooks of Mary's bra and reaching around her to cup her small, firm tits. "I want to kiss these," Alta sighed, suddenly squeezing down firmly on her tits.
Mary moaned and rubbed her warm butt back at Alta's thighs. "You can do anything you want, honey. I'm yours and Lloyd's for the next hour, at least. Damn, how I wish I could stay the night!" Releasing Mary's tits, Alta began removing her skirt with trembling fingers. She kissed her ear and said, "You could call home and tell your husband that your girl friend is distraught. Tell him you need to stay with her tonight. I want you 'to sleep with us."
"It's tempting. But no, I can't do that. One lie is bad enough. Besides, my husband is feeling pretty miserable. I've got to get back and take care of him."
"Then we'll just have to make every minute count," Alta said, dropping to her knees as she pulled down Mary's skirt, half slip, and panties all together.
The rounded, freckle-specked globes of Mary's ass jiggled as she stepped out of her bunched clothing and kicked it aside. Alta couldn't resist the temptation. She grasped Mary by her hips and quickly kissed both cheeks of her lovely rump.
"Go, baby, go," Lloyd encouraged. "Spin her around and take a bite of cunt."
"Don't be so vulgar, Lloyd," Alta protested. "You make it sound awful."
Lloyd grinned. "You're too word conscious, honey. I didn't mean it that way at all. Go on, now. Do it. I know you're dying to from the way you've been looking forward to tonight."
"Let me lie down on the bed," Mary said as she felt Alta's hands trying to turn her pussy to her face. "Oh, Alta: This is going to be wonderful, baby. You're as eager as I am, aren't you?"
"I don't know how eager you are, but look at me," Alta exclaimed, holding out her trembling hands.
"Come on," Mary breathed, taking Alta by the hand and helping her to her feet When Alta was standing, Mary pressed her body tight to hers. Her small breasts came under Alta's larger ones and her soft stomach rubbed invitingly from side to side against the coarse black hair of Alta's cunt Mary tilted back her head and held to Alta's body, waiting to be kissed.
Being skin to skin with another woman brought a groan of longing from Alta's mouth. She looked down at Mary's closed eyes and parted lips, then whimpered as she lowered her open mouth and kissed her passionately. Tongue circled tongue, darting about and licking in the most delicious manner. Alta felt Mary's hands moving on her back, going lower and lower, until she grabbed at the feverish cheeks of her ass and jerked her harshly against her with all her might.
Mary jumped back, shaking her head. "Oh Lord! It's been so long! Let me do you first, Alta. Please, honey. I need it!"
Alta couldn't resist the urgent plea. She went quickly to the bed and lay down on her back with her legs spread wide apart.
"You too, Lloyd!" Mary urged. "Lie down and let me get at your sweet dick!"
"Loyd needed no more encouragement. Mary was wild to blow them both at the same time. It appealed to his erotic nature. With a pleasured grin, he crawled on the bed and lay down beside his wife. They both watched Mary come eagerly over the foot of the bed and walk up between their legs on her knees.
"Kiss! Love each other while I love you both!"
Turning the upper part of his body toward Alta, Lloyd put one arm under her shoulders and took a tit in his other hand. Their faces were scant inches apart. Alta's lower lip trembled, and Lloyd grinned at the lustful gleam in her eyes.
"This has got you turned on pretty far, hasn't it, darling?" he asked.
She licked at her lips. "Kiss me," she rasped.
Lloyd brought his mouth to hers and thrust his tongue down her greedy throat. "God! What a hairy pussy!" they both heard Mary gasp. "It's beautiful! Juicy and hot and... oh, darling!"
A blissful moan. A wet kiss sound.
Alta shuddered with delight and sucked all the harder on her husband's deeply planted tongue as Mary's mouth eagerly fitted to her steaming cunt and began working on her. Tiny spears of pure pleasure shot up from her loins as Mary's tongue darted deep inside her vagina and licked the slippery walls of her singing velvety sheath.
"Oh, my God!" Alta exclaimed, talking with Lloyd's tongue still inside her open mouth.
"Is it good?" Lloyd asked, pulling back his face and looking at the answer in his wife's ecstatic expression.
"Yes, Lloyd! Yesss," Alta hissed. "Christ, honey. She's going wild down there! Sucking and tonguing, and nibbling my clit all at the same time. I don't know whether to fart or come!"
Lloyd chuckled. "Your language is getting as bad as mine."
"Who gives a good shit? Jesus! All I know is I'm being turned wrong side out. I'm coming, Lloyd! Already... coming... uunnn!"
With that, Alta clamped shut her eyes and clenched her teeth tightly together, moaning and sighing as her head rolled back and forth on the pillow. It looked delicious to Lloyd, who elbowed up so he could watch her heaving belly as well as her distorted face. He saw Mary's hands stroking incessantly at Alta's hips as she moved her face in a small circle at her crotch. She went on sucking loudly at her pussy all through Alta's come. For a moment Lloyd thought his wife was going to pass out. She lay sobbing and shuddering when her climax ended, with Mary still eating her cunt like a starving tigress.
"Oh... stop... stop!" Alta begged, lifting her head from the pillow and weakly pushing at Mary's forehead with the heel of a violently trembling hand.
Licking at her puffy lips, Mary lifted her lust-glazed face and looked up into Alta's tortured eyes. "Don't you like it, honey? " she croaked.
"Yesss! It's too good! Suck Lloyd. I can't take any more right now! Oh heavens! I thought I'd die!" Alta moaned. Her arm came up and covered her face. She whimpered weakly, ignoring both Mary and her husband.
Before Mary left the sex organ of her obvious choice, she lowered her face and kissed a motherly kiss of adoration dead center of Alta's quivering wet pussy. Then, grabbing hold of Lloyd's stiff shaft, she swung her body over his thigh and dropped her lips to his glans. She kissed the head of his dick and licked the seeping clear fluid from its weeping eye.
"Damn, but your mouth is hot!" Lloyd moaned. "Get it, baby. Lick it like a lollipop."
"Like this?" Mary mumbled as she moved her lips over his glans and began nibbling and licking down his shaft She went down his hard pole, her pink tongue flashing and swabbing in a wet half-circle, until she was licking around the base of his shaft in the coarse hair of his pubis. Little droplets of her saliva' clung like dew to his dark patch of sex grass. Then she tilted her head the other way and climbed his rod with her tongue and lips, "like that, baby?" she asked, stopping when she again reached his glans and looking up at his lust-racked face. "Suck it," he whispered hoarsely.
Mary kissed the head of his dick as her hand went under his balls and cupped them. She squeezed gently and sighed. "Nice... so full and heavy. Hot, too."
Lloyd watched as her tongue went around and around the head of his cock in a lazy circle. It was torturous. "Suck it, Mary! Take it inside your hot mouth and suck the juice up from those nice balls."
With a whimper, Mary fitted her lips tightly about his dick and dropped her face. She cooed as his thick organ filled her mouth and nudged the back of her throat. Pausing, her mouth hollowing in suction, she licked at the big sensitive vein running the undersurface of his cock.
"Damn, baby," Lloyd gasped. "You really know how to go at it. You like it, don't you?"
"I love it," she moaned around his rod. "Sucking cock is almost as good as sucking pussy!"
Tightening her lips about his shaft, Mary sucked down voraciously. Her cheeks hollowed inward and clasped snugly to his peter. Then, gurgling happily, Mary pulled up on his cock. Her puffy lips distended as her head lifted. More and more of his wet organ came jerkily into view. The tufted crown at the back of his glans popped through her lips and she slurped loudly as her mouth left his dick.
"Don't stop! Make him come!"
It was Alta, recovered from her intense orgasm and leaning on her elbow, watching Mary suck her husband's prick.
"I'm not stopping," Mary said. "I'm just catching my breath. I think you'll both like what's coming next."
"What are you going to do?" Alta asked excitedly. "Just watch. You'll see."
Taking three deep breaths, Mary came between Lloyd's legs and knelt. Then, without warning, she sank her mouth back over his cock, straightening her throat and letting the bulbous head go deep into her throat. When she stopped, her face was pressed tightly against his body and her lips were mashed into his pubic hair. She swallowed, again and again, the ringed portion of her throat flipping maddeningly over the sensitive crown of his cock and making Lloyd groan out with a broken cry of unadulterated delight.
"Jesus!" Alta croaked, feeling the pressure she knew Mary must be experiencing in her own throat. "I didn't know that was possible! God, Lloyd! Is that good, honey? Do you like what she's doing to you?"
"It's something else!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "Oh, Mary! What a honey of a cocksucker you are! Go, baby, go!"
Mary went. She kept swallowing around his deeply planted cock till she had to come up for air. All of a sudden she ripped her mouth from his throbbing dong and braced herself with her hands on his hips, gulping air and rocking back and forth.
"Hurry," Lloyd pleaded. "I'm about to come."
"Wait a second," Mary gasped. "Hold off till I catch my breath."
"I'll finish you," Alta offered, eagerly jumping to her knees and bending over to take her husband's saliva wetted organ into her own mouth.
"No, honey. Please don't," Mary begged.
"But I want to see if I can take it down in my throat like you just did."
"Don't deny me, Alta," Mary pleaded, with her eyes as well as her words. "You can try that any time. But the only chance I get to turn loose like this is when I'm swinging. My husband thinks oral sex is perverted. He won't let me go down on him."
Alta felt her heart open to Mary. Now she was beginning to understand her plight. "Sure, baby. Go ahead. I'll watch some more. Lloyd's all yours."
"Thank you, Alta," Mary panted. "You won't miss this one orgasm I'll get from him, and it means so much to me. It'll have to last me for months."
"I understand, honey," Alta said.
"God! How I wish I could stay for the whole weekend!"
"We wish you could too," Lloyd said. "Maybe we could come down to Nogales some Saturday."
"No," Mary answered quickly. "I can't take such a risk. I never swing in the same city where we're living. It would ruin my husband's career if anyone got wind of it."
Lloyd was going to tell her that he understood. But he never got the chance for she abruptly lowered her open mouth and look his cock into its hot, wet, sweetness once again. Her harsh suction and flashing tongue made him shut his eyes and gasp with pleasure. Soon the cum was boiling in his nuts, threatening to blast up his cock and explode into her eager mouth.
"Suck harder, baby. I think he's about to pop. Are you, Lloyd? Are you ready to come?" Alta asked, the thrill of watching another woman blow her husband telling in her voice.
"Yesss," he groaned, making fists and whimpering as Mary went at his organ with new urgency. Her mouth was ungodly hot, moving frenziedly on his tender dick as she bobbed her head up and down at his heaving loins.
Tweaking the hard nipples of her tits, Alta stared in fascination at Mary's swaying copper hair and her hollowed cheeks. So harshly was she sucking Lloyd's peter that her cheeks told the position of his glans inside her mouth at any given time. Then Lloyd was rolling his head about on the pillow and moaning with the onset of orgasm, and Mary increased the already fantastic tempo of her cadence. Her head bobbed up and down in a blur of motion.
A guttural sob broke from Lloyd's mouth. His hips thrust automatically, lifting his ass off the bed as the cum raced up the expanding sperm ducts inside his dick.
"Oh, God!" Alta yelped, staring hotly and pinching down on her hard nipples. She saw Mary back up and tighten her soft lips around Lloyd's cock just behind his glans. Then, as her cheeks sucked obscenely inward, her hands went under his elevated buttocks and her red-tipped fingers gripped tremblingly into his tensed ass.
Mary held him there, sucking with all her might, waiting for the explosion inside her mouth. When it came, she sighed deliciously, gulping down each jet of Lloyd's cum as it hit forcefully into her throat. Not one drop did she lose. When Lloyd fell weakly back to the bed, she'd drunk him dry and was smacking her swollen lips in satisfaction.
Lloyd rolled away as Mary stepped over his thighs on her knees. He curled up like a fetus, holding his depleted nuts and whimpering softly.
Her eyes dancing with anticipation, Alta held out her arms to Mary. "Come, darling. Come to me!" she rasped.
Herself on fire with lust, Mary let out a mournful wail and jumped between Alta's legs. She came atop her like a man, mashing their moist cunts together as she kissed her open mouth and thrust in her tongue.
Throwing her arms and legs around Mary, Alta greedily took her tongue deep inside her mouth. The musky taste of her husband's sperm lingered inside Mary's mouth. It covered her tongue, making it all the more delicious to Alta. She sucked down rapaciously on it, sighing and moaning and licking as she rubbed her pussy from side to side over Mary's sweet cunt. It was torture, sweet and intense. Her mind reeling with the heady delight of loving another woman, Alta rolled over and came atop Mary.
"I'm going to suck your pussy, darling," she wailed, jerking her mouth free of the double-tongued kiss and scooting down Mary's body.
The small firm tits with their strawberry nipples were as far down Mary's small body as Alta got. They hypnotized her, holding her gaze and stopping her there. She traced her fingers over the ripe strawberries and onto the smooth freckled flesh which supported them. Then she cupped one firm tit and dropped her mouth to the other. She went back and forth, sighing as she sucked and massaged at the tasty orbs.
"Alta, Alta," Mary cooed. "Sweet Alta. Love me, darling. Love me good. It will have to last me for such a long time!"
A moan was Alta's only verbal response. She released Mary's tits and began kissing wetly down her stomach. The tip of her tongue darted into Mary's navel and circled, washing it with spit before she scooted lower and left a shiny trail of saliva running from belly button to coppery cunt hair. In the heat of passion she nipped at the fine, wirelike, red hair with her teeth and lips.
The numbing intensity of his mouth-sucked orgasm having diminished by now, Lloyd rolled over in time to see his wife moving her face excitedly between Mary's legs. Her eyes were open wide, staring at the pussy with deep desire.
It was the first time Alta had ever examined a cunt at close range. The sight was a thing of beauty to her. The coloring of Mary's red hair was so different from her own jet-black pubic hair; and instead of brown cunt lips like Alta had, Mary's were pink and tempting. As Alta spread Mary's legs to make room for her head, the pink cunt lips opened, revealing a fiery red slit beyond. The clear slippery fluid covered the inner folds of Mary's cunt even heavier than her outer lips.
Alta whimpered at the sight, her head reeling from the musky scent as she brought her face closer. At the instant before her mouth made contact, Alta saw Mary's trembling fingertips move quickly to her cunt lips and spread them wide. Then the fingers were gone and Alta's mouth was completely covered by the delicious, wet pussy. As if it had a mind of its own, her tongue shot out of her mouth and thrust deep into Mary's hot vagina. She licked at her velvety walls, sighing with pleasure as the taste of girl juice came all slick and wonderful onto her taste buds. Back into her mouth came her tongue, and she clucked at the roof of her mouth like a wine taster savoring an exceptional vintage. "Alta?"
It was Lloyd, moving his face down close to Alta's to watch her suck her first cunt. The erotic scene had his dick well on its way to recovery.
Alta opened her eyes and looked dreamily at her husband, her mouth refusing to leave the hairy slit to answer when he asked her if she liked it. She moaned a muffled reply, telling him that it was "Wonderful!" and going right on tightening her lips over Mary's hot throbbing clitoris.
"Suck it, baby," Lloyd encouraged. "Bat it around with your tongue! You know how you love that" Evidently Mary loved it. too, for when Alta began flicking her clit back and forth with the tip of her hot tongue Mary let out a choking sob and plunged into climax. Her hips lifted from the bed, carrying Alta's face with her cunt as she rolled about in total ecstasy.
"Oh, Jesus... sweet Jesus," Mary groaned. "Suck hard! Harder!"
Grabbing at the soft globes of Mary's ass so as not to lose their cunt-mouth connection, Alta sucked down with all her might. The inner folds of Mary's cunt were pulled into her mouth by her excited harsh sucking. Taking no thought of what it might do to Mary, Alta joyously nipped into the quivering pink folds of her vacuumed cunt with the sharp edges of her front teeth.
Mary shrieked out shrilly. Her body stilled and tensed. Then, with Alta maintaining the suction as well as chewing at the lower end of her spasming vagina, Mary hurtled non-stop into the second orgasm of violent intensity. She sobbed brokenly, bucking about with Alta's face following her every move.
Lloyd was beside himself with lust. He had to do something. He reached for Alta's head, entwining his fingers with her hair as he cupped the back of her head and pushed her face even tighter into Mary's twitching snatch. Her eyes came open. "Suck it, baby. Suck it!" he hissed, then dropped his head to Mary's chest and took one of her lovely small tits entirely into his mouth.
It only added to Mary's joy. She cried out and held his sucking mouth to her tit as Alta went on chewing excitedly at her sex flesh and vacuuming out her vagina with such delightful suction. When they left her, Mary was sobbing and blubbering happily, thanking them for the experience.
"God, honey," Alta exclaimed, raising her sex-slick mouth from Mary's box. "I need fucked!"
She hurried into Lloyd's arms and kissed him without bothering to wipe off the pussy juice from her puffy lips. Tongue filled her mouth. She sucked down furiously on it, reaching between her husband's legs to grasp his hard dick. Her hand trembled with emotion as she jacked up and down his feverish shaft.
"Christ, but you're hot!" Lloyd breathed. "I've never seen you so turned on, Alta."
"I've never been this turned on!"she groaned, suddenly gripping his cock so hard that he whimpered with pain.
"Fuck Mary!" Alta shouted.
"I thought you wanted it" Lloyd said.
"I want to see you fuck Mary! Do it, Lloyd. Get on her and fuck her a mean one!"
"My ass," Mary groaned, struggling to get to her knees. "Put it up my ass!"
"Damn," Alta gasped, watching hotly as Mary got into position with her head on the pillow and her ass sticking out invitingly.
"I told you some girls like it up the butt." Lloyd said, grinning at his wife as he took his place behind Mary and brought the hot head of his stiff organ into contact with her anus.
"Oh, Lloyd," Mary sighed. "I only get this when I swing. Make me remember it, daddy. Hit in hard. Rough! Give it to me. Give... it... to MEEEE!!!"
Lloyd had done just that--hit into her hard and rough. He groaned at the heat of her inner body as his cock plunged quickly and fully up her shit chute. His belly splatted into the cheeks of her sweet ass and flattened them. His nuts swung forward and slapped into her wet twat Delicious! Tight and hot!
"Oh God... oh God... oh God," Mary chanted, rubbing her face into the pillow as if it was too good for her to endure.
"Goddamn!" Alta exclaimed, unable to believe her eyes.
Mary loved Lloyd's dick up her ass. Alta could see that plainly but still couldn't let herself believe it. The one time she'd let her husband try to sodomize her had brought nothing but a terrible pain for her. How could Mary like it? And she was so much smaller, too!
"Fuck me," Mary begged. "Oh, darling! Impale me!"
Unable to tear her eyes away, Alta watched !ier husband draw his cock slowly from Mary's lightly gripping asshole. His shaft was covered with a film of brown shit. On out it came, until Alta could see the back of his glans. Then, as Mary shuddered and squealed with pure delight, I.loyd rammed the full length of his hard tool brutally back to the depths of her hot bowels.
Alta groaned. "Pull her down the bed! I want my pussy sucked while you corn-hole her! Jesus, I don't know how she can take that! But it's tearing me up to watch! Damn, it's erotic!"
Laughing at the confusion mirrored in his wife's face, Lloyd grabbed Mary's hips and pulled her down the bed with his cock full into her ass. Then, as Alta grabbed a double handful of Mary's red hair and lifted her face, he began stroking his cock rhythmically in and out of her sweet butt.
"Suck me again!" Alta shouted, pushing her pussy against Mary's face.
Mary gladly obliged. She pushed her hands under the soft cheeks of Alta's ass and glued her mouth to her snatch, slurping loudly as she licked the full length of her swollen brown cunt lips.
Lloyd and Alta looked soulfully at each other. Alta reached out her hands to Lloyd. He smiled, releasing Mary's hips to hold hands with his wife as they both took pleasure from the bi-girl between them.
"Jesus, Lloyd," Alta exclaimed. "This is great! Isn't it? Don't you like it, darling?"
"I like it," he chuckled. "I told you it would be fun, didn't I? Just wait till we get with a couple, baby. You'll like that even more."
"Oh, shit, Lloyd!" she moaned. "Let's do it soon, darling. I want to, now. I want to try everything... everything!"
"My fucking Mary doesn't make you jealous?" he teased, all the while jamming her ass full of meat.
"Jealous? Who the hell has time to be jealous?"
Lloyd laughed. "Stick your finger up her ass, Mary," he coaxed.
"No, Mary!" Alta gasped. "No, don't."
But Mary already had her finger pressing into the , rubbery brown ring of Alta's virgin ass. She. sucked down on her cunt and slowly inserted her finger. The first knuckle popped through.
"Ohh," Alta gasped, sucking in her breath at the intrusion. Then the second knuckle of Mary's finger was dilating her anus. Alta whimpered as it entered her tiny asshole. Then, her clit being sucked deliciously, she felt the full length of Mary's probing finger jerk into her butt. "Oh, shit!" she moaned, holding tightly to Lloyd's hands and staring into his grinning face as Mary began screwing her finger in and out of her asshole.
"It's not so bad, is it?" Lloyd asked.
"I don't know!" Alta gulped, shoving her near orgasming cunt roughly at Mary's face. "I'm about to come! Suck me harder, Mary! Harder!"
Alta screamed out her pleasure as Mary sucked down so ferociously she thought her cunt was being turned wrong side out. Now the tables were turned. The lower edges of Alta's vagina were inside Mary's working mouth, being chewed and nipped and sucked and licked till she thought she'd die!
"Oh good Lord!" Alta gasped, gripping harshly at Lloyd's hands as her face contorted with the onset of orgasm.
"Is it good, baby?"
"Yes, Lloyd! Oh, yesss!"
"Come, baby. Come!"
Alta came, wailing out her utter fulfillment an shuddering from head to toe. The sight of her tortured face and the heat of Mary's fabulous butt sent Lloyd hurtling over the orgasmic brink. He poured on the coals, humped furiously at her ass, then yelped and sprayed Mary's guts with sperm. All the moaning and groaning and the coming at both ends pushed Mary into another orgasm. She added her muffled sounds of bliss, making a three-sided climax of it and joining Alta and Lloyd in their twitchings and shudderings.
Three in a shower is a crowded way to bathe--but fun! Alta soaped Mary, who soaped Lloyd, who in turn soaped Alta. They squealed with delight, fondling genitals and assholes and tits. Alta kissed Mary. Mary kissed Lloyd. Lloyd kissed Alta. They put their mouths together and three tongues darted from mouth to mouth as they hugged and rubbed genitals. After fifteen minutes of such erotic play, Lloyd again had a throbbing hard-on.
"Let's fuck, girls," he suggested, grabbing them both arid pushing them against the wall.
"Both of us?" Alta shrieked.
"Damn right. Spread your legs."
Alta took Mary's hand. They flattened against the shower wall and spread their legs. "Mary first," Alta said. "She's our guest."
The shower beating down on his back, Lloyd stepped to Mary and brought the head of his cock to her warm cunt. He leaned over and brought his mouth to Alta's, kissing her as he hunched forward and sank his dick into Mary. He counted his strokes. On the twelfth outstroke he pulled his dick from Mary's pussy and his mouth from Alta. He switched, kissing Mary then and sticking his cock into Alta for the next twelve hunches.
"Wow!" Alta exclaimed. "This is something else, honey! It's nice. Goddamn! Oh... come back here!"
"Don't be greedy. Wait your turn," Lloyd said, grinning broadly as he again kissed his wife and thrust his prick into their shared lover girl.
As Lloyd was trying to draw out of Mary, she grabbed him around the waist and held him to her. "I'm coming!" she gasped, and he left his dick inside her fluttering vagina, not moving, letting her milk his cock as she groaned out her pleasure.
"Mary!" Alta cried, suddenly pushing Lloyd's mouth from hers and turning toward her orgasming guest. She cupped one of Mary's firm tits, kneading it, bringing her mouth to hers and plunging in her tongue as Mary went on trembling and clasping around the throbbing cock within her vagina.
Lloyd joined in the kiss. Unable to get to their locked mouths, he kissed their ears and nibbled their necks. With supreme effort he held back his own orgasm, saving it for Alta.
Finally Mary pushed him away. She took his dick in her hand, guided it to Alta's hungry pussy, then knelt and worked herself between their spread legs. As Lloyd hit into his wife's cervix with the head of his twitching prick, he felt his balls being engulfed by Mary's hot mouth. She set the cadence for the intercourse, sucking harshly at his balls and dragging his cock in and out of Alta's cunt with her wagging head. On and on it went, till at the last minute before he blew his nuts into Alta, Mary's mouth left his testicles.
Lloyd was hitting wildly into Alta when she felt Mary's face wedging between her legs. For a second she wondered what the sensual girl had in mind. Then the tip of Mary's tongue found her asshole and she knew. Alta sucked in her breath with pure joy as Mary's sweet, hot tongue pierced her anal opening and thrust wetly up her butt. Lloyd's cock was twitching inside her cunt, threatening to explode at any second. And Mary's tongue! Oh, God! The way Mary's tongue kept jabbing in and out of her dark tunnel while Lloyd went right on humping his cock at her... delicious! It was too much for mortal female flesh to bear. With a soul-rending sob, Alta threw her arms around Lloyd's neck and hung on for dear life--blubbering out her climax as Lloyd shot her full of hot cum and Mary kept frenziedly tonguing her winking asshole.
CHAPTER THREE
As Calvin and Marie disappeared into their kitchen to make fresh drinks, Lloyd turned to Alta and asked, "Well, baby? What do you think?"
Alta grinned at her husband. "I think I'm going to get fucked," she said sultrily. "I like Cal. Let's go through with it."
"His bald spot and paunch doesn't bother you?"teased Lloyd.
"On him it looks good," she said. "How about Marie's big fanny? Think you'll be able to hold on?"
"She's a helluva gal," Lloyd commented. "Built for comfort. And that face! Damn, but she's got a pretty face. She and I will get along all right."
The couple they were discussing was the same one Lloyd had wanted to write to first. The day after their pleasant night with Mary, Alta had given in and helped Lloyd compose the letter. She'd reserved the right to look them over before agreeing to swap. Now she'd done that. She and Lloyd had been sitting for more than an hour in their comfortable living room, chatting and sipping drinks just like it was a regular visit between couples who had know each other for years. Sex was yet to be mentioned, though they all knew it was the central reason for getting together.
Calvin preceded Marie back into their living room, carrying the tray of drinks as his wife followed, smiling confidently and undulating her large but attractive rump. As Calvin distributed the drinks, Marie neglected the chai in which she'd been sitting and took a seat beside Lloyd on the long couch. When Calvin sat down, it was also on the couch, with his thigh coming intimately against Alta's.
"We had a little talk out in the kitchen,"Calvin said.
"We'd like you to stay the night," Marie chimed in brightly.
Lloyd grinned. "We talked too."
"And we accept your invitation," Alta said, letting her hand move to Calvin's thigh.
Calvin's hand came over Alta's and squeezed. "Great," he said. "Now all we have to do is make arrangements for sleeping. Are you guys bashful?"
"It's our first swap,"' Alta informed him, feeling the excitement beginning to rise in her throat.
"Then we probably ought to split up," Marie said. "What do you think? Want to take separate bedrooms or sleep four to the bed?"
"Separate," Alta said, at the same time Lloyd said, "All together."
Everyone laughed, then Lloyd asked of Alta, "Why no all in the same bed?"
"I'd be embarrassed, Lloyd."
"You weren't embarrassed with three in bed Why would four bother you?"
Alta blushed. 'That was different. We were sharing Mary. I want a little privacy this time."
"All right, baby," Lloyd said deferring to her embarrassed expression. "I'm a little disappointed, though. I'd wanted to see Cal screw you the first time."
"Lloyd!"
Calvin was grinning from ear to ear as Marie commented, "I guess they're all alike. Cal wanted to watch me get it the first time, too, honey."
"Did you let him?"asked Alta.
"No. I was like you... too embarrassed. The next time he watched, though, didn't you, Cal?"
"If I remember correctly," Cal said, chuckling, "I held your hand through it all."
"My tit, honey. That's what you held."
"No it wasn't, Marie. I distinctly reca-"
"I didn't mean to start an argument," Lloyd broke in. "It's all right with me if we separate. Alta wants it that way."
Calvin took Alta's hand again. "Shall we go?"
Alta blushed in spite of her resolve not to. It was so matter-of-fact, so businesslike. As she started to slide out to the edge of the couch and rise, Marie said: "Just hold on, you old lecher. Let the girl finish her drink first."
"Are you thirsty, Alta?"Calvin asked.
"It would help,"she said.
"Of course it would. It's a big step for a woman to take, Cal. Sit down and be patient."
Calvin sat back down, putting his arm around Alta's shoulders this time. When she turned to look at him, smiling weakly, he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her tenderly. "Take your time, sweetheart. I won't rush you," he said.
"That helped more than the drink," Alta said. "Kiss me again."
"My pleasure," Calvin said, all tenderness now as he took her drink from her hand and put it on the coffee table."
A chill sped up Alta's spine as she let Calvin take her intimately into his arms. Thinking about a man other than her own husband making love to her had been quite thrilling. But now that it was actually about to happen she felt an uneasiness. It surprised her after the way she'd so eagerly allowed Mary to love her. But it was different with Mary. She and Lloyd had shared her.
Then Calvin was kissing her again and she couldn't think. He really knew how to kiss! His lips were soft and warm against hers, working gently as his hands caressed her sides and back. It was nice to be kissed by Calvin. Dimly Alta was aware of movement on the couch beside her. She felt her husband's hip pressing against hers as he turned, probably to kiss Marie. Their hips touching made Calvin's kiss all the more enjoyable for her. It was a reassuring thing, the physical contact with her husband as a strange man kissed her. More confident now, and beginning to respond to Calvin's softly moving lips and stroking hands, Alta let her mouth open little by little. Calvin stuck his tongue between her lips, licking only at the inner surfaces of her lips, going from one corner of her mouth to the other, then back. Alta found it most pleasant. She extended her tongue and fenced with Calvin's, letting the tips touch and circle, touch and circle. It was such a lazy way to kiss. So relaxing, so natural. Soon Alta wanted more.
Hearing herself moan softly, she jabbed her tongue deep inside Calvin's mouth. His response was immediate. As he sucked down on her tongue, Alta felt his hand move from her back, coining around her side slowly but purposefully until he had her tit firmly grasped. God he was good at loving. So smooth and knowing. Alta felt herself relaxing more, giving herself over into Calvin's expert hands. He massaged her tit, bringing sigh after pleasured sigh from Alta's throat. She licked about inside his mouth, exploring, tasting his tongue, his smooth cheeks, moaning and ramming her tongue clear through his mouth and lapping at the back of his throat.
Again Calvin knew exactly the right time to forge ahead. She felt his hand leave her tit and move down to her nyloned knee. Alta whimpered into his mouth as she let her legs fall apart. Up her thigh came his stroking hand, kneading as it moved, rolling her soft flesh, thrilling her. He took his time. Alta wanted him touching her pussy. The way he seemed to know how and when to act had her trembling with anticipation. This man was going to make her body sing with joy, she knew; because already she was willing to let him lead her blindly into whatever he desired.
When his hand moved off her stocking and came into flesh to flesh contact with her moist, soft thigh, Alta was ready for anything. She wanted Calvin, longed to give herself to him, to open her legs and let him enter her in whatever manner he so wished. She gasped when his fingers brushed into her excited pussy.
"Oh, darling," she sighed, tearing her mouth from his and holding his face between her hands. She looked soulfully into his gentle eyes.
"Are you still embarrassed? " he asked, going on with his attentions under her dress.
"Oh, no," Alta said, dropping her hand to his lap and grasping his hard dick through his pants. She felt his hand cup her cunt. His fingertip was in her asshole and the heel of his hand was pressing at her throbbing clitoris. Delicious! Marvelous! She held tightly to his cock, closing her eyes as he rocked his hand over her vulva. The couch jiggled. A zipper sounded. Still Alta left her eyes closed, enjoying the gentle massage of her entire genital region. The fingertip kept nudging ever so pleasantly at her asshole. Nylon was between her openings and Calvin's hand, so there was no danger of him fingering her butt. Except for Mary's small finger, Alta's asshole remained virgin. Lloyd had since tried to coax her into letting him put his dick into her butt, but Alta had refused, as always. Now, strangely, she felt a growing desire for Calvin to use her in that way. Never had she been in more gentle and knowing hands, and the constant nudging and teasing at her anus was driving her near out of her mind! Did Calvin know what he was doing to her, Alta wondered?
A loud slurp sounded at couch level. Alta forced open her eyes and turned her head. Marie was on her knees in front of Lloyd, with his cock out of his pants. She held it in one hand, moving it about as her pink tongue flashed out again and again, licking his glans, his shaft, the big vein running the underside of his shaft. Her silver-flecked brown hair tossed about carelessly as she licked eagerly all over Lloyd's glistening organ.
"Jesus," Alta moaned, reaching over with her free hand and locking her fingers through Lloyd's. "What's wrong, honey?" Lloyd asked. "Nothing. Everything is just perfect. I don't want to separate now, Lloyd. You can watch while Cal screws me, if you still want to."
"You know I want to," Lloyd grinned, leaning over to meet Alta halfway and kiss her parted lips.
Marie got to her feet, smiling at Alta and Lloyd kissing. "I guess we're past the first hurdle," she said to Calvin.
Calvin took his hand from Alta's crotch and patted his wife's ample rear. They joined hands and he stood. "Looks like we all sleep together," he smiled.
A throaty laugh came soft and loving from Marie's smiling mouth. "God, Cal. I just love breaking in new swingers, don't you?"
"Greatest sport on earth," he chuckled. Then he put his arm about his wife's waist and started off toward the bedroom. "Come on kids," he called back "Let's get this party under way."
Lloyd and Alta scrambled up from the couch and hurried after their hosts, holding hands and giggling as they walked. Lloyd didn't bother to put his hard penis back into his pants, just let it sway lewdly from side to side as they went down the hall and followed the older couple into their bedroom.
As Calvin shut the door, Marie flipped on a bedside lamp. A soft rose light dimly illuminated the bedroom, revealing a king-sized bed with a satin cover. Alta sighed audibly.
"Do you like it?" Marie asked, obviously proud of her preparations for the evening of love.
"It's so exotic," Alta said, feeling another coil unwind deep inside her body. "I've never been laid on a satin spread."
"You've never been laid by a master like Cal, either, I'll bet," Marie replied, beaming at her husband.
"Quit bragging, honey," he said modestly.
"I'll toot your horn all I want to, daddy," Marie cooed. "I'm sure Alta will be agreeing with me before she leaves."
"Hey," Lloyd protested good-naturedly. "You're making me feel inferior."
Smiling, Marie went to Lloyd. She took his stiff dick in her hand. "With a sweet one like this, you've no reason to feel anything but pride. Get undressed."
As Lloyd began to unbutton his shirt, Marie fell to her knees and started blowing him. This time she took his organ deep inside her hot mouth, sucking down expertly and licking along the bottom of his shaft as her head moved lazily back and forth. Lloyd groaned at the moist heat surrounding his cock and went on getting out of his clothes. He saw Cal go to Alta. They kissed briefly, then Cal began stripping off her dress. Lloyd discarded his shirt and undid his trousers, unsnapping his shorts and letting them fall about his feet with his pants as Marie went on mouthing his organ. He felt her cool hands stroking his thighs and buttocks.
Alta's dress was gone now, and Cal was unfastening her bra. He pulled it from her. Big and lovely as they are, Alta's tits sagged only slightly when the bra left them. Lloyd heard the murmur of appreciation Cal uttered at the sight of his wife's breasts. A strange pride filled him as the older man took one of Alta's tits in each hand and hefted them lovingly. He bent and placed an admiring kiss on each puckered brown nipple. Alta sighed, looking at Lloyd and smiled as Cal pulled down her panties. She undid her garter bell. Cal slipped her panties over her feet, then pushed down her nylons. Alta lifted her feet as Cal removed her stockings and shoes at the same lime. Starting at her knees, Cal kissed up Alta's thighs. He worked her legs apart as he moved higher. When he got to her crotch, Cal pressed his face between Alta's thighs and kissed her dense patch of sex fur.
"God, that's a hairy snatch, baby!"Cal said excitedly.
"Don't you like it?" Alta asked, a teasing smile in her voice. She traced his bald spot with her fingertips. Cal buried his face into her crotch again. Her lower lip began to tremble as his tongue licked wetly up the steaming slit of her cunt.
"Like it?" Cal moaned, pulling his face from her and standing. He put one arm around her waist and cupped her cunt with his other hand. "Hell yes, I like it! It's beautiful. I've never seen a prettier puss, and I've seen quite a few in my time."
Alta started to say something but was silenced by Cal's sudden kiss. He held to her tits and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Alta moaned. She sucked down on his tongue and reached for his cock. Another groan sounded as she gripped Cal's hard organ. Holding his cock through his pants in one hand, Alta unfastened his belt and zipper with her other. She had to turn loose of his rod to get the hook at the top of his trousers open. Her hands trembled as she pushed down his pants and shorts. They fell to the floor silently. Alta took his naked dick hotly with both hands. She whimpered softly as she felt his thick, long penis. Then, still sucking his tongue, she lugged him forward by his rod.
The head of his circumcised tool touched her soft abdomen. Alta shuddered at the contact, threw her arms around him, hugged him tightly to her.
The sight of Cal's glans pressing into his wife's belly-made Lloyd groan. It topped off the delicious sensations Marie's hot mouth was sending throughout his loins. Cum boiled instantly in his tight nuts. Making fists to keep from grabbing Marie's head and shoving his throbbing cock clear down her throat, Lloyd stared at Cal's hands caressing his wife's nude buttocks and sent a torrent of spiraling sperm flying into Marie's hungry mouth.
Marie let out a tiny whimper as the first jet of Lloyd's cream hit forcefully into the back of her throat. She clung to his buttocks, swallowing instantly, sucking down all the harder on his twitching rod. Her throat worked again and again, gulping down every squirt of hot cum Lloyd gave her. She sighed contentedly, drinking all of his copious juice without losing a drop. When his cock ran dry, she held it in her mouth, cooing and lapping at the head in an effort to coax forth more semen.
Lloyd was torn between watching Marie's lovely face and the urgent actions of his wife and Cal. Cal was hurriedly throwing off his shirt and shoes now, and Alta was climbing onto the bed. She lay back on the satin spread, sighing and wiggling her ass as she opened her legs wide for Cal. An expression of dreamy expectancy made her face even more beautiful than usual. There was no hurry in her eyes, just a look of intense longing that she knew would soon be fulfilled. Cal stepped naked to the bed, smiling down at Alta. She held out her arms, welcoming him silently.
"Damn, honey," Marie said, taking her puffy lips from Lloyd's dick and standing. '"You're a juicy one!"
"Look,"Lloyd rasped, nodding to the bed. Marie chuckled. "You want to watch?" Lloyd stared hotly as Cal came down into his wife's open arms. "God, yes! " he said.
"Makes you hot, huh?"
"And how! Look, Marie. Watch it go in her!"
"Come on," Marie laughed. "Let's get a ringside seat."
She took Lloyd by the hand and led him to the side of the bed. "Sit down and watch while I get undressed."
Lloyd's dick had never gone completely limp; now, as Cal brought the bulging head of his big organ to Alta's parted and quivering pussy, it threatened to burst from the delicious pressure inside it. His mouth hanging open, he watched his wife's cunt lips being wedged gently apart. Cal's purplish glans inched slowly into Alta, stretching her cunt lips tautly. He paused with his coronal ridge still barely showing, moving his hips for better alignment, reaching under Alta to cup her buttocks.
"Jesus," Lloyd muttered, holding his own cock in a tight grip. He bent over and got his face up close. Alta's cunt was covered with her slippery clear fluid, shining wetly under the soft rose lighting. Standing hard and proud at the top of her elliptical slit, Lloyd saw his wife's clitoris throbbing with desire. It had left the protection of its hood and was now fiery red in color.
A glance was all Lloyd had time for, however; for Cal's ass tensed with readiness. A second later Cal was grunting and Alta was sucking in his breath deliciously as he hunched forward and drove his cock full into her silky vagina. The sound of Cal's balls splatting into the crack of his wife's ass brought a sob ripping up from Lloyd's chest. He felt a shortness of breath in empathy with his gasping wife. He helped her breathe, his own chest heaving along with hers. A tiny whimper of pure joy came from her trembling lips. She tremored twice, then threw her arms and legs around Cal's back and ass, clinging to him tightly as she shut her eyes.
"Alta?" Lloyd asked, his voice quavering with lust. "Is it good, darling? "
"Oh, shit," she moaned, turning her head to the side and opening her eyes to stare dreamily at her husband. She licked absently at her parted lips. "Kiss me, Lloyd. Kiss me, darling."
The bed bounced as Lloyd lay down beside his wife and Cal. He brought his face to hers, kissing her open mouth and thrusting his tongue in deep. She sucked down greedily on his tongue. Cal began fucking her, jostling her body about as he hit into her pussy hard and fast. Each time the head of his dick bumped into her cervix, Alta bit lightly at Lloyd's tongue and grunted into his mouth. Lloyd listened to the lewd sounds of flesh slapping on flesh. Alta loved it! She had her cunt full of strange cock and her mouth full of her husband's tongue; and from the sounds constantly escaping her dilated nostrils and coming all warm into his mouth, Lloyd knew she was thrilling to the double-ended invasion more than she had thrilled to their orgy with Mary. "Come on, Lloyd. Back off and let them screw." It was Marie, tapping impatiently at Lloyd's back. When he pulled his mouth from Alta's and scooted off the bed, Lloyd saw that Marie was naked now, also. Marie's soft tits sagged surprisingly little for her age. Her nipples were large and hard, pointed with desire and highlighted by blue veins just below the skin. Like an hourglass, her waist pinched in almost unbelievably small. Her hips rounded out quickly, soft and full, accenting her small waist and heavy breasts. She was all woman--desirable, soft, warm. With his wife's throaty outcries ringing in his ears, Lloyd took Marie into his arms and pressed her fragrant body to his. Her hard Hippies poked delightfully at his chest. He hugged her tighter, bringing his mouth to hers and kissing her as her large soft tits flattened warmly against him.
"Lie down," Marie gasped, her voice betraying the lust she felt. "On your back, honey. Let me do all the work this time."
Glancing at his wife, who was now sweating and hunching her cunt up furiously at Cal's pistoning dick, Lloyd lay down beside her. The bed jiggled, as Marie came eagerly atop him. She straddled his hips, standing on her knees. She grasped his hard organ and brought it to the needy opening of her cunt. Marie sank down, sighing as the head of Lloyd's dick pressed through her swollen cunt lips and started up her smooth sheath. On down her pussy descended, claiming Lloyd's peter as its own. Her pubic mound mashed wetly against his. Lloyd could feel the mouth of her womb flipping maddeningly at the head of his rod as Marie rotated her hips in a tight circle. She whimpered how good it felt, then leaned forward and braced with her hands on his chest.
Marie's mastery of the sexual technique was eminently brought home to Lloyd. He groaned with pure delight at the way she bent his hard organ about within her clasping cunt. Round and around went her fantastic ass, carrying his throbbing dick, mopping the walls of her vagina with his glans until Lloyd thought he would have to scream out from the unbearable joy it gave him. Then Marie paused, catching her breath, her large tits swaying lewdly and her chest heaving.
"Oh, God, Cal! Oh, darling, darling, darling!" Alta yelled, her head rolling about on the pillow as Cal ground his pelvis at her, with his cock stuck deep into her sweat-covered belly. Lloyd turned his head. He saw his wife trembling and shuddering. Her eyes were shut tight, savoring the intense sensations Cal's thick rod gave her as it stirred her insides thoroughly. Alta's hands were clenched into fists, beating lightly at the mattress on either side of her quivering hips.
"Honey?"
As Lloyd's word of endearment registered raspily on her lust-dulled brain, Alta opened her eyes and weakly turned her head toward him. She tried to smile but ended by only licking at her twitching lips and moaning soulfully.
"Are you coming, baby?"
"Yes, Lloyd. Yess!"
The ragged sound of his wife's voice whipped Lloyd's own passion to a fever pitch. "Jesus, baby. Jesus," he groaned, reaching for her hand.
Alta took his hand, locking their fingers together and squeezing with all her might. "It's good! Oh, Lloyd... Cal's cock is wonderful! Kiss me honey... quick!"
With Cal banging his dick into Alta and Marie sliding her hot pussy up and down Lloyd's throbbing rod, Lloyd and Alta brought their faces together and kissed tenderly. Cal grunted and Alta whimpered. Lloyd felt his wife shuddering jerkily as she thrust her tongue into his willing mouth. Her jerks had a rhythm, a male orgasmic cadence. The tiny whimpers coming from deep in her throat told Lloyd beyond a doubt that Cal was spraying her womb with jets of his hot cum at that very second.
"Baby... baby," Lloyd groaned around her darting tongue. "Christ, it sounds good! "
"Mmmm... oouuu," Alta wailed into his mouth, unable to say anything more at the moment.
Then Marie's strong, well-trained vagina began fluttering about Lloyd's cock, her orgasm triggering his. He thrust up his hips, sobbed, then exploded deep inside Marie's hot tunnel.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alta sat beside Calvin, smoking a cigarette and glancing back at the lights of Tucson as they wound up into the exclusive residential section. The houses were getting closer together as Tucson continued to grow, but still the hills boasted mostly fine homes with acreages instead of city-type lots. Cal drove silently, the tortuous curves and the narrow road demanding all his concentration. In the back seat Alta could hear Lloyd and Marie talking. Occasionally they kissed and murmured sweet nothings.
Last night had been one long orgy, with all four of them getting quite drunk and adventurous. Dim memories were all Alta could recall of the last goings-on before they'd fallen asleep, but she relished the final recollection. She remembered orgasming again and again as three mouths worked fervently all over her jerking and twitching body.
She smiled. Lloyd was really taken with Marie. She'd resented their mutual affection at first. But not now. The jealousy had been her conditioned response, dictated by society and not her thinking mind. Marie had soon let her know, with actions rather than unconvincing words, that her fears of losing Lloyd were totally unfounded. Alta chuckled, remembering the shock she'd felt when Marie brought both Cal and Lloyd's cocks to her mouth and sucked them both at the same time. Damn, but it had been erotic to see!
After that all three of them had turned on Alta-one kissing the upper part of her body, one her midsection and pussy, and one working on her legs and buttocks. Jesus, it had been good!
The next thing Alta remembered after those three mouths doing her so deliciously was waking alone and startled in the strange bedroom. The clock on the bedside table had told her it was three-forty-five, and the bright sunlight streaming in through the crack in the drapes announced afternoon rather than early morning. Slightly hung-over, her mouth tasting like the bottom of a birdcage needing a change of paper badly, she'd recalled the previous night with a smile. She'd sighed contentedly, stretching luxuriously between the satin sheets before she got up to shower.
She'd found the others sunning themselves on the patio and drinking tomato juice. They'd been waiting brunch for her. Alta had sipped the tomato juice Marie poured for her as she followed her into the kitchen. They'd cooked ham, pancakes, eggs, and made coffee, then called Cal and Lloyd in. The rest of the afternoon had been spent in a very lazy and relaxed manner, with no mention of sex at all. Alts had wondered why she and Lloyd weren't preparing to leave. She'd asked. Then they d toid her of the party at the secluded house in the hills overlooking Tucson.
And now, with Cal driving and Lloyd and Marie carrying on like teenage lovers in the back scat, Alta felt a tingling in her loins as they slowed and turned off on a graveled private drive. Several couples would be at the all-night party, Marie had said, perhaps as many as twenty. Bonnie and Craig had been delighted to have her and Lloyd come along with Cal and Marie, so Marie had told her. It woul be an all-out orgy. Alta had felt a shiver dart up her spine at I he word "orgy", which Marie had spoken so calmly. Alta had never been to an orgy, and wasn't at all sure she wanted to go to this one; but Lloyd soon talked her into it, telling her she wouldn't have to allow anything she didn't want.
"We have arrived," Cal announced grandly, pulling his car to a stop. He shut off the engine and lights. Turning in the seat, he took Alta's hand and asked, "Nervous?"
"I don't know what gave you that idea," Alta laughed. "I mean, just because my hand is shaking like a leaf!"
"Relax, baby," Cal said soothingly. "They're all nice people. Marie and I have been with most of them, haven't we,honey?"
"There won't be a single bad one in the lot," Marie assured. "Bonnie and Craig are very careful not to invite kooks."
"My stomach is doing flip-flops, just the same," Alta said.
Lloyd opened the back door. "Come on, Alta. A drink will settle you down. You'll enjoy it, honey. Won't she, Marie?"
Marie chuckled. "I'd bet on it, from the way she turned on last night. Let's go in. You and Alta will be the center of attraction at this whing ding."
"What?" Alta gulped, for she had been secretly hoping to get a drink and hide in a corner until she felt a glow.
"Sure. You're new blood. All the gals will want to try Lloyd and the men will be swarming around you like bees on a hive."
"For crying out loud! What did you have to tell me that for, Marie? I don't know if I want to go in there, now."
Marie laughed and reached up to pat Alta's shoulder before she got out of the car. Lloyd followed her, also laughing. As the back door shut, Alta slid across the front seat and allowed Cal to help her out. She noticed six cars besides Cal's parked close to the large, rambling ranch-style house. Nervously, she took Cal's arm and walked with him toward the front door, her knees feeling a bit weak at the thought of being the center of attraction for all the unknown men at the orgy.
Craig let them in. He shook hands with Cal and Lloyd, then hugged Marie tight and kissed her, his hands cupping her lovely butt and rolling it about. Alta felt an instant liking for Craig. He was tall and slender, tanned and ruggedly handsome, with sandy hair that defied any attempt at complete taming. She watched him kissing Marie and fondling her tail, wishing it were she rather than Marie in his arms. Then it was. He shook her hand, smiling broadly before he took her in his arms and kissed her. Alta was disappointed. The kiss Craig gave her was not an intimate thing, like with Marie. It was more friendly and distant, resembling the customary kiss of an uncle at a family reunion. Still, though it was short and proper, Craig's kiss left her with a pleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach. She took Cal's arm and walked behind Craig to the bar, her intense apprehension of moments earlier gone.
She accepted a Scotch and water, gulping it quickly down and passing her glass back to Craig for a refill. Bonnie came over to meet her new guests and greet Cal and Marie like the old friends they were. Bonnie was every bit as attractive as Craig. She, too, was tall and slender, with a lissome body that Lloyd literally devoured with his eyes. Her face was warm and pretty, though not beautiful by any stretch of the imagination. Her lips were what caught Alta's attention. They were full and sensual, moving constantly as she talked, smiling, pouting, dancing as she broke into little bursts of laughter. When Bonnie offered her hand, Alta had to fight the urge to kiss those wonderful lips. They were even fuller and softer than her own lips. She shook hands awkwardly, thanking Bonnie for allowing two greenhorns such as she and Lloyd to come into their home on the short notice Marie had given.
"Not at all, honey," Bonnie told Alta, looking her over closely from head to foot now. "Damn! You're made for it, aren't you? "
"For what?" asked Alta, looking down at herself to see if something was wrong.
Bonnie laughed. She took Alta's chin in her hand and raised her face. Bonnie's eyes twinkled as she said, "For sex, darling. God, you're beautiful! " Alta could feel her cheeks turning red.
"Delightful!" Bonnie exclaimed. "Ill be the most popular hostess in the group for having you and your scrumptious husband at my parly!"
The doorbell rang again. Bonnie patted Alta affectionately on the hip, then excused herself and went to let in the new guests. Alta watched her move sensually away, her hips undulating seductively as she walked gracefully as a cat toward the door. The spot where Bonnie had patted tingled pleasantly. Alta hoped she hadn't misinterpreted Bonnie's look just before she walked off. She wanted her! Across the room she noticed a short, muscular man admiring her as he chatted with a middle-aged woman several inches taller than himself. She returned his smile, then raised her glass to join the silent toast he offered. She wondered how all those muscles would feel with him lying atop her.
"God!" she breathed, to herself. She wanted everyone she saw! How could she be so bashful one minute and so sex-hungry the next, she wondered? The voices near her buzzed pleasantly as she looked about the large, tastefully furnished living room. It looked just like any other party, at the moment. Everyone was dressed and had a drink in hand, except the three couples who were dancing. Faces were smiling and mouths were moving with words Alta couldn't hear because of the, distance.
"Oh, my God!" Alta gasped, suddenly turning back to the bar ashen-faced and trembling.
"What's the matter, darling?" Lloyd asked, his voice full of concern at her frightened appearance.
"That man coming this way, Lloyd! He's the father of one of my pupils! I can't let him see me here!"
"The big ox in the slacks and turtleneck?" Marie asked.
"Yes. It's Mr. Osmond! His son is in my class," Alta whispered, her voice near desperation. "What am I going to do?"
"Why not take him to bed? " Cal offered.
Alta looked at Cal's grinning face She blinked dumbly.
"Relax, honey," Marie soothed. "Old Bill Osmond is here for the same reason the rest of us are. Christ, you ought to get to one of his parties if you want to see a real blowout!"
"Is his wife here too? "
"Of course. The Osmonds are the most active swingers of our group."
"But he's on the school board!"
"And she teaches Sunday school," Marie chuckled. "So what? " Alta tried to turn away so Bill Osmond wouldn't recognize her as he bellied up to the bar a few feet from her. She needn't have bothered, for he'd already seen her. He got two fresh drinks and came up behind her.
"Good evening, Mrs. Tyner."
Alta turned slowly, her mind groping for an excuse for her presence. It didn't come. "Hello, Mr. Osmond," she said timidly.
"Sure beats a P.T.A. meeting, doesn't it?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Mr. Osmond," Alta began. "I... this is... the first party like this I've been to," she stammered.
"I hope it won't be the last, Mrs. Tyner. You're going to get an invitation to my next one, I can tell you that!"
A sensible reply eluded her. Alta mumbled, "This is my husband Lloyd."
"Bill Osmond is my name," he said, smiling as he reached out to shake hands with Lloyd. "Glad to know you, Lloyd. Will you come to my next party? "
"Sure, Bill. We'd be delighted," Lloyd said.
"Hey," Bill asked. "Would you mind if I took Alta off your hands for a few minutes? I've been admiring her for months, and this seems like the perfect opportunity to cement parent-teacher relations."
"It's all right with me," Lloyd grinned. "Ask her."
"Alta?"Bill asked, grinning a lopsided grin.
"I wouldn't feel right about it," she pleaded. "Besides, the party isn't going good yet."
"Just a little conversation and a dance? "
"Well... "
"Go on, baby," Marie urged. "Loosen up and let down your hair."
"All right... Bill," Alta said, smiling unsurely as she moved her drink to her other hand and hooked her closest arm through his. "Loosen me up."
Alta met Mrs. Osmond but didn't get to talk with her long, for soon Bill had her dancing. He pressed close, letting his hands hold loosely to her buttocks. By the time his penis started poking into her belly, Alta was unwound enough not to mind it. In fact, she secretly got a thrill out of dancing belly to belly with the most important member of the school board. Something about it seemed extra wicked to her. She sighed, dropping her hands from his back and holding to his butt the way he held hers.
"Mmm," Bill murmured, squeezing Alta's buttocks and pulling her closer yet.
She giggled.
"What is it?"
"Nothing," she said, laying her head on his shoulder. "I was wondering what the rest of the school board and the teachers I work with would say if they could see us now."
Bill laughed. "They'd probably crucify us both!"
"Are there any other teachers like me... swingers, I... "
"No, damn it. Not that I know of, at least. Last year there was, a science teacher and his wife; but they moved to California. He got a better position." Alta wanted to ask who the male teacher was, but before she could speak Bonnie shut off the record and called for everyone's attention.
"We have a neophyte couple tonight," Bonnie told the dozen couples present, all of whom were stopping their activities to give her their undivided attention. "Lloyd and Alta Tyner. Come on, you two. I want to introduce you."
Lloyd stepped out and walked to Bonnie's side as Alta tried to pull within herself and disappear. "Go on, baby," Bill said, patting her ass to send her toward the center of the room.
Self-consciously, Alta went to join Lloyd and Bonnie. One of Bonnie's arms went around Alta's waist and the other around Lloyd's She smiled like a cat which had just finished a juicy canary.
"Aren't they delicious?" Bonnie asked, to which the other guests emphatically agreed. "Last night was their first swap. Cal and Marie were the lucky devils to get them. Marie was generous enough to call and offer to bring them tonight. Let's hear it for Marie!"
Alta stared dumbly at the grinning faces all about her, listening to applause and whistles and murmuring voices. Everyone was obviously delighted with her and Lloyd, yet the coarse way they were carrying on made Alta feel like a slave girl on the auction block. Bonnie's next words made her feeling complete.
"Take off your clothes, Tyners. Let us get a better look at you both," Bonnie said.
"No, Bonnie," Alta protested. "I couldn't! Not with everyone else still dressed."
"Sure you can, baby. Ill undress with you. It's time to get this party rolling," Bonnie insisted. "Lloyd doesn't mind, see? " It was true. Alta looked past Bonnie and saw her husband unbuttoning his shirt, with his coat already off and pitched carelessly onto a nearby chair. And Bonnie, when Alta turned back, was standing with her back to her and asking for help with her zipper. Alta unzipped Bonnie's dress. Nothing at all was underneath the dress. When Bonnie shrugged out of it, she was nude except for her shoes. Her buttocks danced delightfully as she kicked her dress away and stepped from her shoes.
The sight of Bonnie's lovely body sent a tremor of excitement coursing through Alta. Her tan was not as deep as Craig's, and where her bikini covered Bonnie's skin was still white and creamy. Her tits stood high and firm, and her nipples were soft and light brown. Bonnie's pubic hair was also brown, though darker than her nipples. Her medium-length blonde tresses contrasted vividly with her sex bush. Alta looked up into Bonnie's smiling face and was lost. Those soft full lips were smiling at her. They began to move as Bonnie's voice came soft and caressing into Alta's ears.
The words Bonnie spoke went unheard by Alta. All she caught was the throaty sound coming through those wonderful lips. Bonnie's lips held her gaze like a magnet, hypnotizing her, soothing her. She had to kiss them immediately. A small gasp sounded as Alta threw her arms around Bonnie and brought their mouths together for a passionate kiss. The murmurs coming from the others sounded warm with approval to Alta. Then Bonnie's lips parted. Alta took in Bonnie's tongue and sucked its sweetness, moaning as she ran her hands eagerly over her naked back and buttocks.
"Oh, baby," Bonnie sighed. "Let me get you out of those clothes!"
"Yes," Alta said. "Oh,yes!"
Trembling, Alta helped Bonnie get her clothing off. She could see the other guests through a hazy fog. Their words came into her ears as if from a great distance. Lloyd was naked now, and helping Bonnie make her naked, Alta realized. Finally Bonnie and Lloyd stepped back.
'Isn't she beautiful?" Bonnie asked, running her fingers through Alta's sex hair. "God! What a bush!"
"Eat her, Bonnie," someone called.
"I'm tempted," Bonnie admitted. "How about it, Alta? Shall we make it? It would be a great way to kick off the party, if you want to."
"I want you," Alta croaked, taking Bonnie's hands and putting them on her large breasts. "Love me! Hurry!"
"Lie down, darling," Bonnie said.
Alta dropped to the floor and lay back on the plush carpet, holding out her arms for Bonnie. She sighed as Bonnie came down and covered her body. They kissed, tongues fencing wildly as Alta stroked Bonnie's smooth back and butt. Cunt fitted to cunt, rocking and rubbing together as the other guests formed a circle around them.
Then Bonnie's mouth left Alta's and began kissing down her throat and chest. Those lips--soft and warm--nipping at the hard nipples of Alta's large tits sent spears of pure pleasure flying about inside her. God, it was so good! Alta moaned constantly. She could see the others pressing in close for a better view. It didn't matter. The passion within her had drivim out all shyness. She wanted them to look, to watch as Bonnie made love to her. There was Lloyd, his cock standing hard and a woman holding it in her hand standing beside him. She wanted to smile at her husband but couldn't. Bonnie was licking all over her stomach now, and her soft lips and wet tongue were driving Alta near out of her mind.
When Bonnie reached the top of Alta's dark triangle, she bit lightly at the coarse hair and tugged upward jerkily. Alta whimpered with joy expecting to feel those wonderful lips on her moist cunt at any second. But Bonnie had other plans. She bypassed Alta's pussy for the moment, taking her time as she licked the inner surfaces of her soft thighs just below her snatch. It was pure torture for Alta, intense and maddening. Unable to stand it another second, she sobbed out and scooted her crotch over Bonnie's face. "Get your legs up!" Bonnie hissed, taking Alta's legs behind her knees and pushing them up toward her chest as she rubbed her entire face into Alta's hairy hole.
Gladly, Alta lifted her legs and brought them up till her knees touched her tits. In that position her cunt was easy prey for Bonnie's mouth. Lips came hotly over her cunt. Alta gasped. Bonnie's tongue licked slowly from the bottom of her cunt clear up to the top.
"Bonnie! Oh, Bonnie," Alta moaned, shutting her eyes and shivering deliciously as the tip of Bonnie's tongue batted her throbbing clitoris back and forth. "I like that! Oh, Jesus!"
The sound of Alta's excited voice was all Bonnie needed. She went at her then, hungrily. Loud slurps sounded again and again as Bonnie sucked voraciously at Alta's quivering cunt. In less than two minutes Alta rushed into a shuddering orgasm She screamed out shrilly, beating at the floor with tight fists as Bonnie kept sucking and tonguing her fluttering pussy all during her violent come.
When Bonnie left her, Alta lay for a moment, gasping as she looked around her. Some of the other guests were nude now, and others were stripping. Craig knelt beside Alta and gave her a fresh Scotch and water.
"Thought you might need this," he said, smiling knowingly as she took the drink with a trembling hand. He helped her to sit up. "Bonnie got a little wild there. I hope it wasn't too rough for you."
"God, no," Alta said. "I loved it! Where is Bonnie? I want to do her."
"You'll have to wait till later. She went to get the time bomb."
"Time bomb?"
"Yeah. It's a kid's toy, really; but we use it to pair off for the first round. It makes it more interesting that way. No one knows who they're going to get for their first partner."
"Like the key bit?"
"Yeah, only this is more fun. There's no way to cheat with this gadget. The men and women line up facing each other, with the men all in one line and the women in the other. One of the men winds the bomb, tosses it to a woman. She passes it on to the next woman, and so on. When it pops, whoever has it steps out of line. Then the men pass it around till it goes off. The guy who's holding it when it pops gets the girl who is out of the woman's line."
"It sounds downright depraved," Alta said.
Craig laughed. "It is. That's what makes it so much fun."
"But what if you don't want the one you get paired with?"
"You be the sport and try not to show it. That's the only decent thing to do."
"I guess so. What about if a husband and wife get paired? " Craig grinned. "It rarely happens, but it's fun when it does. They have to lie down side by side in the middle of the floor and masturbate while the others watch."
"How terrible!" Alta gasped.
"Yeah, for some. It makes the bomb passing more suspenseful, though, don't you think?"
"Jesus... I hope I don't get Lloyd!"
"See how it makes the other men more appealing to you?"
Both Alta and Craig laughed. They looked into each other's eyes until neither was laughing any longer. "I hope I get you," Alta said suddenly, surprised at her new boldness.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bonnie returned with the time bomb. Alta gulped down her drink, then hurried to the women's line. Everyone was naked now. She couldn't keep her eyes off the assortment of dicks in the men's line. Some were still hanging limp, but most were partly or fully erect by this time. She saw one hard penis that looked familiar to her. Expecting to see her own husband's face, Alta raised her eyes. The man wasn't her husband at all, but a total stranger she'd not seen until that very minute. He grinned at her, and winked. Her cheeks flushing, Alta returned his grin, then quickly looked away. Damn, it could get confusing trying to find Lloyd that way!
Craig stood in the center of the men's line. "Okay, here we go," he said, winding the fuse on the plastic bomb a couple of turns before he tossed it to Alta.
Squealing as she caught it, Alta fought the impulse to hold it till it went off. She wavered for a second, unable to decide which way to pass it, then handed it to the woman on her left. Each girl became a little more excited as she took the bomb and passed it on to the next. Finally Alta heard it pop somewhere down the line. "Oh, shit!" a woman exclaimed, "I wanted to stay in longer! " Everyone laughed. The woman wound the bomb and tossed it to one of the men, who in turn passed it quickly to the man beside him. The short muscular man had it when it popped this time. He seemed pleased to be paired with the woman standing off to the side. He blew her a kiss, then rewound the bomb and pitched it to another woman as he left the line to take his first partner of the party.
The game progressed rapidly, with Alta getting more and more excited all the time. Lloyd was still in the men's line and she nearly panicked at the thought of being paired with him and having to lie down in the middle of the floor and masturbate with everyone watching. She didn't know if she could do it or not, should it work out that way. She silently prayed it wouldn't, and heaved a great sigh of relief when Lloyd held the popping bomb to be paired with, of all persons, Marie. Neither of them seemed to mind, Alta noticed. But she certainly didn't want to get Cal again, even if he was a master lover. This was an orgy, and she wanted a man she'd never had before. She wanted Craig, that's who she really wanted; but he was out of line now, having been paired with a plump brunette who jumped up and down with delight when the bomb popped in Craig's hands.
Mrs. Osmond took the next pop. She wound the bomb and threw it to the men. Alta stared with horror as the bomb went off in Bill Osmond's hands. Everybody roared with laughter except Alta and the Osmonds, who would now have to lie in the middle of a circle of watching people and masturbate openly for all to see.
Only two men were left now, and one woman besides Alta. Alta grew frantic. One of the remaining men was halfway appealing to her. He was of medium build and height, with a face she could look at and not shudder; but the other was fat to the point of obesity, with heavy jowls and a rotund belly which would make an onerous thing of intercourse. Cringing inwardly, Alta kept passing the bomb back and forth with the last girl, hoping against hope she got the decent-looking man. The bomb went off in the Other girl's hands. Alta held her breath as the girl wound it and tossed it to the fat man. She watched the two men passing it back and forth. It went off. The girl just out of the game yelped happily and ran to the man Alta had hoped to get, for the bomb was in his hands. The game selection was over. Alta wanted to cry. She had to force herself to smile as the fat man wobbled toward her. He was grinning all over his face, obviously quite delighted with the outcome. He offered his hand. Looking at his almost non-existent penis and feeling grossly cheated, Alta let him take her hand and pull her into his pudgy arms.
"I got the best deal of all," he murmured, as his obscene belly pressed against hers.
'Thank you for the compliment," Alta said, trying not to sound disappointed for his sake. "This is my first orgy, so don't be offended if I'm a little awkward, Mr... "
"Sol. Call me Sol, Alta. Don't you worry a bit, honey. Sol will treat you right. Come on, it's time to watch the Osmonds."
"I don't know if I want to see it or not," Alta mumbled, feeling a bit sick at her stomach now. Sol not only was fat and ugly, he was also quite drunk. She fought down the urge to jerk her hand from his and flee the party. She won the dubious battle and walked quietly with him over to the tight circle of naked revelers, in the center of which lay the Osmonds--an important member of the school board and his Sunday schoolteacher wife--fondling their respective genitals.
To Alta, it was a ludicrous sight. Both Mr. and Mrs. Osmond had always seemed so proper and aloof on the few occasions she'd seen them. Now here they both were, lying naked in the center of a room full of other naked people, playing with their own organs reluctantly, because they'd lost a silly game. Alta felt shamed for them as she stood looking on. Bill's cock grew hard through stages, and moisture appeared at Mrs. Osmond's cunt. Alta looked closer at Mrs. Osmond's pussy. Her lips were becoming quite puffy now, and her clear secretions were flowing copiously. Her cunt lips shone under the light as she parted them to insert her middle finger into her vagina. Alta saw the silver-gray hairs mingled with the darker ones surrounding Mrs. Osmond's snatch. She wondered how a middle-aged lady like Mrs. Osmond could masturbate openly in front of others and respond to it, as she was obviously doing. And Bill, such a distinguished-looking man, was beating his cock furiously now, his hand gripping it tightly and moving up and down his shaft so hard little slaps sounded as he bumped his body.
A groan came softly from Mrs. Osmond. Alta looked back to her and saw two fingers being plunged roughly into her slippery twat. Mrs. Osmond's eyes were closed now, and her hand moved jerkily and rapidly, stroking her fingers in and out as she hunched her ass off the floor. Jesus, but it looked to Alta as if Mrs. Osmond were enjoying the hell out of masturbating in public! The older woman seemed completely unaware of her surroundings, so caught up in her feverish fingering was she. And Mr. Osmond, too, was going at himself like a demon had taken hold of him. Mrs. Osmond began orgasming, thrashing about and holding her fingers full into her cunt, sobbing brokenly through it all.
No sooner had Mrs. Osmond's scrumptious-sounding climax ended than Mr. Osmond's began. He groaned aloud, his hand working furiously up and down his shaft as jets of white sperm spewed high into the air and fell wetly onto his heaving abdomen. Alta watched, fascinated, as the cum trickled into his navel and pooled.
"For crissakes!" Bonnie yelled, her voice ragged with lust. "Let's everybody fuck!"
"Lie down, baby," Sol said, turning to Alta with a grin on his ugly face.
Alta shuddered as he reached out and tweaked the nipple of her nearest tit. She could see that his peter had grown some from watching the Osmonds masturbate, but it was still only half hard, and pitifully small for the urgent need within her. Couples were falling to the floor in hot embrace all about them. Men mounted women. Women mounted men. Sighs and moans sounded constantly as hard cocks filled hot snatches.
"Can't we go to a bedroom, please?" Alta asked of Sol.
"Sure, baby. Sure, come with me."
He grabbed Alta by her hand and led her toward the hall. The moist heat of his pudgy hand made Alta feel even sorrier for herself. She didn't want to lie beneath his fat, sweating body. His weight would suffocate her, she knew.
"I'll get on top," she said as he pulled her into a darkened bedroom and excitedly dragged her toward the bed.
"Great, baby," Sol murmured, pausing beside the bed to take her in his arms. "That suits me fine. Goddamn, you're as hot for it as I am, aren't you?"
Before Alta could answer, Sol's fleshy lips covered hers and his tongue shot into her mouth. She fought her gag reflex and allowed him to kiss her. His belly felt bloated and obscene pressing intimately against hers. His hands cupped and kneaded her soft buttocks, feeling so hot to Alta that she feared he might be ill. Saliva was drooling out of his mouth into hers. She struggled to get free but couldn't. He had her in a bear hug so tight she couldn't move. Despite his flabby appearance, Sol was strong as a horny bull. Alta gave up her efforts to break the embrace. She swallowed because she had to, almost gagging as his thick, ropy spit gushed down her throat.
"Goddamn it," Sol muttered. He turned her loose and backed away, feeling his tiny prick. "I think I've had too much to drink, baby. I can't get it up."
"That's all right," Alta quickly replied, hoping it was a way out for her. "I won't hold it against you, Sol. Shall we go now: "Hell no, baby. Lie down there on the bed and let me eat a little hair pie. Maybe that'll get it up for me."
It was either lie down and let Sol slobber at her box or be a poor sport. Alta lay down on the bed, with her ass on the edge and her feet on the floor, the way Sol asked her to. He knelt between her open legs and put his mouth to her cunt. It wasn't half bad, Alta thought. His mouth was hot and smooth. The saliva she'd been revulsed with in her mouth only made her pussy all the more slippery for his nibbling lips and licking tongue. She closed her eyes and let Sol take her through two very pleasant orgasms before he finally took his mouth from her swollen pussy and got to his feet. Still his organ hung half hard and dropping. Sol took her hand and pulled Alta to a sitting position. He grabbed her head and pulled her face forward till her forehead pressed into his belly and the head of his cock touched her lips.
"Now it's your turn, baby," he said, moving his glans from side to side between her lips. "Suck it up nice and hard. Then you can get on top."
"No, Sol," Alta protested. "It's no use. You've simply had too much to drink."
"Suck it," he demanded, holding her head in position as he pushed his cock past her reluctant lips and into the hot cavern of her unwilling mouth.
Resignedly, Alta closed her lips about the flaccid organ and began sucking half-heartedly. An odor of jasmine filled her nostrils as his pubic mound pressed tightly to her face. His balls felt hot and soft on her chin. Clear fluid seeped from the eye of his dick and spread on his tongue. It tasted much better than his saliva had, but still Alta felt almost no desire to please the man.
"You've got a nice mouth," she heard Sol murmur. "So hot and wet. I think I'll let you suck me all the way off. Go at it, baby. Suck it good and I'll give you a drink of old Sol's two-ball-root-compound."
It was the last straw. Alta would not suffer his vulgarity as well as his repugnant person. She pushed him roughly away from her face.
"Go to hell!" she spat, jumping up from the bed and intending to rush from the room and perhaps the house and party as well.
"Why you little bitch," Sol muttered, grabbing Alta by the wrist and stopping her.
The instant anger in his staring eyes frightened Alta.
"Goddamn you! " he cursed, then swung her by her wrist toward the bed.
Alta hit the bed and rolled to the other side, her body thumping against the wall from the force of Sol's action. She sat up quickly, blinking as she looked about the room. Sol was at the door, shutting and locking it. A chill ran up Alta's spine as he turned and came back toward the bed. His eyes shone evilly.
"What are you going to do?"
Sol said nothing, just kept grinning his evil grin as he approached the bed. He stopped, bending over the bed to grab Alta by her ankle.
"No! Stop it!" Alta shouted, as Sol dragged her kicking and scratching across the mattress.
His hand shot out and slapped her resoundingly across the face. Alta let out a sob, of surprise more than pain, jerking up her hand and holding her imprinted cheek. She cringed back, staring fearfully up at Sol. "Let me out of here this instant, or I'll scream bloody murder," she threatened.
His laugh rang obscenely in her ears. "Go ahead. Do you think they'll hear you out there? Even if they do, no one will bother."
"My husband will. Hell tear you apart."
"Bullshit. I used to be a professional wrestler, lady. Your guy's not man enough to tear me apart. He won't come anyway. At this distance, through the walls and all, your little scream will only sound like an orgasm, nothing more. Go ahead. Scream."
Alta did. She opened her mouth and screamed out at the very top of her lungs. She quit and sat quietly on the bed, waiting for the rush of footsteps she was sure would be coming down the hall at any second. When no footsteps sounded, she screamed out again... then again. Still everything was quiet outside the room.
"See? Now what did all that yelling get you? A sore throat, maybe?"
Sol was coming at her now, the gleam in his eyes even more evil than before, sharpened by her shrill screams. Alta noticed something else, too. His tiny half-hard dick was no longer tiny or half hard. It was grown impossibly large for its pitiful beginnings of only moments earlier. It still was not excessively long but was standing firm and throbbing below his protruding gut. Alta gasped at the girth of Sol's organ. He was ready for action now, coming at her with a six inch battering ram almost as big around as her wrist! She shrank away in horror. The length was no problem; but the thickness of Sol's vein-streaked cock would be impossible for her small cunt to take.
"No," she pleaded, scooting up the bed out of his reach. "Please don't hurt me. I can't take that! It'll tear me!"
"You've got no say about it now, baby. I wanted to be gentle with you, but you wouldn't cooperate. Now you'll take it on my terms."
Alta sucked in her breath as Sol grabbed her ankle and jerked her down the bed. She swung at him, trying to slap his ugly face; but Sol merely chuckled and caught her arm before her hand reached his face.
"Okay, baby," he said. "You want it rough? Ill be glad to oblige. Those tits look nice and tender."
Before Alta knew what he intended, Sol's hand darted out and slapped at her breasts. Instant pain flooded over her. Alta moaned aloud. He slapped her tits again, harder this time, making Alta sob piteously and roll away from his wicked hand. It was a mistake, for Sol jumped lithely on the bed and sat on her legs. He spanked her vulnerable ass with both hands, grunting with pleasure and keeping on till her buttocks turned fiery red.
"Stop... oh, please stop!" Alta begged, her voice breaking from the heat and pain Sol's punishing hands imparted to her butt.
When Sol quit pounding her tail, Alta rolled over onto her back. She looked up at him, sobbing as she wiped at the tears his cruelty had brought into her eyes. For a hopeful second Alta thought he was finished mistreating her. He was smiling down at her. She almost welcomed his hand as he reached out and stroked her stomach. Then, very quickly and harshly, Sol grabbed one of her tits, his fingers pinching down brutally into her sensitive brown nipple. The pain was a biting and tearing thing, awful and completely unbearable.
"OH GOD!" she yelled, bucking her midsection up from the mattress and grasping his wrist in a futile attempt to get his terrible fingers off her abused nipple. She accomplished nothing. Her trembling, struggling hands only aided him. Her pushing was added to his pulling, and it felt like her nipple was being ripped off.
"Sol... stop it... you're killing me!" she wailed, falling back weakly to the bed. Her face screwed up against the pain until it was ugly to behold. Then the pressure was gone from her raw nipple and Alta sighed with gratitude. She lay heaving for breath and sweating.
"You ready to suck me off now?" Sol asked.
Alta moaned. When she said nothing else, Sol took her other nipple and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. Alta sucked in her breath at the new pain. Then Sol was twisting her poor nipple and she was writhing and sobbing, trying to get to his cock and take it in her mouth so he would stop the unbearable torture.
"That's better, baby," Sol said, releasing her tit as her mouth came over his glans. "Suck it good. Make me think you like it."
Alta knelt over him, taking his fat cock deep inside her mouth and sucking it for all she was worth. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly for a moment, then she felt Sol's hands come on either side of her head and lift her mouth from his thick rod. The slurp his unexpected action caused rang lewdly in her ears. She looked up questioningly into his ugly face.
"Get on the floor. I want you on your knees."
There was no hesitation this time. Alta still felt a lingering pain in her butt and tits from not doing as he told her. Quickly she slid from the bed and knelt, watching him wiggle his loins up to her face. She grasped his saliva-covered prick and brought her open mouth over his glans.
"No. Lick it all over."
She did, her face moving this way and that as her pink tongue flashed over the entire surface of his knobby dick.
"My balls. Give 'em a tongue bath."
Her brain reeling with what she was doing, Alta dropped her pretty face between his hairy legs and began licking all over his wrinkled scrotum. "Take 'em in your mouth and suck gently," she heard him say, and opened her mouth wide to take in his heavy bag of nuts. The hair on his bag tickled at the back of her throat, making her gag. She tightened her lips about his scrotum and pulled back, sucking and licking at the nut-filled bottom with the tip of her tongue.
"Nice, baby. I like that. You've got a lovely tongue. I think I'd like it stuck up my asshole. Do it."
It was the last straw. Alta couldn't bring herself to tonguing his asshole, no matter how badly he mistreated her. She spat out his balls and stood. "No, goddamn, it," she hissed. "That's too much! I won't do it."
She turned quickly and ran for the door, but Sol was off the bed and after her before she could get it unlocked. He led her back to the bed and tossed her in the middle of it. Alta didn't struggle as he came atop her. She had resigned herself to getting it over with as he'd led her back to the bed. She offered no resistance as he spread her legs and came between them. She turned her head to the side and shut her eyes, waiting for him to penetrate her and grunt for orgasm.
The hot head of his thick organ pressed between the lips of her pussy. Alta steeled herself for a brutal thrust. To her surprise, Sol pushed his thick rod into her very gently. There was some pain, because of his fantastic girth, but nothing like the tearing sensations she'd expected. He inched into her so slowly and gently that Alta found herself responding to the tight fit. She could feel her tautly stretched cunt lips clinging to the hot manshaft, folding inward as it entered her slippery vagina. Then his balls nestled warmly into the crack of her wide-open ass and Alta knew she had it all. His big stomach pressing down on her was the only thing she found distasteful. Even that wasn't so bad now, for his sturdy cock felt simply wonderful now that it was inside her body.
As Sol began fucking her with long, deliberately slow strokes, Alta heard herself sighing again and again. The way her cunt clung tightly to his thick organ thrilled her. It felt so nice. Pulling out, folding in, moving with Sol's hot fat cock.
"Sol," Alta gasped. "Oh, honey!"
"Gettin' good, is it?"
"Yesss. Christ, yes! Lord, but you're thick and hot!"
"You've changed your mind about my dick, I take it"
"Mmm... sweet dick... nice and hot... fat and good!
Faster, daddy. Fuck me faster! Oouuu! Oh, yesss... hit it hard and deep! Oh, Sol! Darling man! Oh, shit... Jesus... damn, damn, damn!"
Alta threw her arms around his back and hung on, squealing out her climax. She sought his mouth, found it, sucked in his tongue. All the while her tight cunt was jerking spasmodically around him, Sol kept hammering his thick rod in and out. As her orgasm reached its peak, Alta fell back limply, twitching and sobbing soulfully.
Still in the final throes of a delicious come, Alta felt Sol's pleasure-giving dick pull from her clasping vagina. Dimly she realized he was moving her about. Her face pressed into the pillow. She was on her knees. Sol was spreading her legs, coming behind her. His hands gripped her hips. The hot knob of his sex-slick cock touched her anus.
When Alta fully realized what Sol intended, it was too late. A ripping pain shot up from her asshole. Alta opened her mouth to scream but couldn't. She let out a choking sound from deep inside her chest, then gasped for air as Sol's thick rod sped into her bowels. His belly came hot and soft against her ass, flattening her buttocks as more cock inched into her dark tunnel. The room spun dizzily about as she felt Sol reach under her and take her nipples with his fingers. Brutally he pinched down, sending a godawful pain racing down from her tits to meet the one in her ass. She screamed. His cock exploded, sending a torrent of hot sperm deep into her ass as she passed out and fell forward limply.
CHAPTER SIX
When Alta awoke some moments later, she was alone in the bedroom. She blinked her eyes and looked about for Sol. The door stood open. She could hear music and voices drifting down the hall, but Sol was gone. She sighed, relieved to be rid of him. With every beat of her heart her asshole throbbed. A burning and itching sensation seeped up from her abused anus. She clamped down testingly, as if to prevent crapping. It was a mistake, for the burning and itching at her asshole was intensified by her contracting muscles.
"Goddamn you, Sol," she muttered to the empty room.
She ran her hand down under her body and touched her anus with her finger, then brought her hand back in front of her face. There was no blood, as she'd feared there might be. Sol's thick rod hadn't torn her, thank goodness.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Alta rose from the bed and walked gingerly into the adjoining bath. She plopped down on the toilet and emptied her bladder and bowels. A fat turd stretched her anus to the limit, making Alta wince with a mixture of pain and pleasure as it splashed into the water below. Incredibly, the turd had set her asshole to burning and itching all the more.
After wiping her ass, Alta flushed the John and took a clean washcloth from the shelf. She held it under warm water, squeezed it partially dry, soaped it, then washed her crotch. She rinsed the cloth, then scrubbed the soap from her cunt and the crack of her ass.
"Oh, Jesus," she muttered, doing a little dance now because her asshole burned and itched So bad.
The hot water was making it worse. God, if only Sol would come back! She hadn't wanted his cock stuck up her ass. It had been a painful thing, totally unpleasant at the time. But now--with her asshole burning and itching so badly it was about to drive her right out of her mind-nothing sounded better than having her butt crammed full of hard, throbbing penis!
Trembling with the new desire, Alta turned off the hot water and turned on the cold. Maybe it would help ease the ungodly burning and itching. She used the washcloth like a sponge, carrying cold water to her asshole again and again. It helped, but not enough. When she left the bathroom and strode through the bedroom to make her way back to the party in the main part of the house, Alta knew she was going in search of a man. Lloyd was who she hoped to find, because he'd been after her to let him put his peter up her butt ever since that night with Mary. Now she wanted it, perhaps more than he did. No, that wasn't exactly the case. She had to have it--and soon!
"There you are," Bill Osmond called as Alta reentered the living room. "I've been looking for you. Come over here."
He was standing at the bar, talking to Lloyd and Craig. Alta glanced about the living room as she moved toward them. She saw Bonnie and Marie, lying on their sides sixty-nining, with a man on each side of them. The sight made her groan with desire, for both Marie and Bonnie had what Alta wanted most at the moment. The men had them pressed together, hunching their butts full of hard cock as they sucked at one another's cunts. Alta paused for a second, looking down at the erotic foursome and listening to their delicious sounds of unbridled lust It was too much!
Alta's asshole was glowing red-hot and itching something fierce as she tore her gaze from the delightfully joined bodies writhing on the floor. She felt the juices flow down the walls of her vagina, and went quickly to the bar for the drink she saw Craig mixing for her.
"Thank you, Craig," she said, taking the drink from his outstretched hand and gulping it down. She gave him back the empty glass.
"Want another one?" he asked.
"Huh-uh," she said, shaking her head. She reached boldly between his legs and took his flaccid organ in her trembling hand. "This is what I need. Lay me quick. God, I want it! Where can we go?"
"There's plenty of room in here," Craig grinned, his cock coming to life in her eager hand. "Over there by the couch is empty. The carpet's nice and soft."
"Come on," Alta gasped, pulling him by the dick. "You too," she added, taking Bill Osmond's already standing prick in her other hand and beginning to walk off with both men.
"Goddamn it, Alta," Lloyd protested, walking along behind them. "What's gotten into you?"
"I want cock," she called back over her shoulder. "And I want it now."
"Bu--" Lloyd started to say, but was cut off by Alta's urgent voice.
"Butt is right, darling. You come with us. I'm going to let you screw me in the ass."
"What's come over you, Alta?" Lloyd asked, shocked at her brazen actions. "Are you drunk or something?"
"Or something, darling. Maybe I am drunk... drunk with lust. All I know is I want you and you and you... all three of you!"
"Christ," Lloyd muttered. "What do you want first?"
"That's not good enough," Alta said, stopping now beside the couch. "I'm turned on, Lloyd. God, but I'm turned on! I want all three of you at the same time!"
Lloyd felt a sudden weakness take hold of his body. He stared incredulously at his wife, watching her position Craig and Bill to her needs, listening to her voice as it cracked with lust. Jesus, she was turned on--all the way on. Three cocks at once she wanted! The very lewdness of it overwhelmed him. It was the most depraved thing he'd ever heard of. He watched Alta back Bill up against the couch and spread his legs till his cock was at the right level to enter her pussy. Then she had Craig stand on the couch so she could take his dick in her mouth while Bill fucked her.
"You wait a minute, Lloyd," she told him, stepping to Bill and taking his big organ in her small hand. She bellied up to him and brought his bulging glans to her pussy, then sighed blissfully as she hunched forward and took his entire prick greedily into her body. "Oh, God, Bill! What a tool! Mmm... good! Come on now, Lloyd. Put it up my ass, honey. Hurry! Get it in deep!"
A thousand bees buzzed crazily inside Lloyd's head as he stepped behind his wife and took hold of her moving hips. His hands were trembling violently, making her buttocks jiggle, when he brought the head of his rock-hard dick into the cleft of her tail.
"Lower, honey," Alta said over her shoulder.
Lloyd spread his legs till the head of his cock was nudging into her hot, brown opening.
"There, darling! There!" Alta exclaimed, wiggling her ass toward him in an effort to get his cock on into her bowels.
The heat of her asshole made Lloyd moan out in pleasure. His fingers dug into her hips. It was tight-too tight. The head of his cock couldn't penetrate her dry, hot, anal opening. It wedged part way in, then stopped as if glued, her taut brown skin clinging to his glans and preventing further insertion. "Stop, honey. Stop!"
"It won't go in, Alta," Lloyd whined. "Shit, baby. I can't get it in. Relax, maybe that'll fix it."
"That's not it, Lloyd. It's too dry. Spit in my asshole, honey. Then try it again."
Lloyd dropped to his knees. He fingered open her buttocks and looked in at her tight rubbery brown ring. Her asshole looked back at him, winking at him, hypnotizing him, drawing him to it like a powerful magnet. Bill's balls were in plain sight below his wife's cock-filled cunt. Staring at the heavy nuts, whimpering, Lloyd pulled Alta's buttocks farther apart and thrust in his face.
"Lloyd!" Alta shrieked joyously. "Yes, darling. Tongue my asshole! Ohhh... wonderful, honey! Oh, shit... shit... shit!"
With Bill's testicles brushing his chin, Lloyd plunged his tongue deep into his wife's anal canal. He let go her buttocks and moaned as they clamped over his face. The air coming past the crack of her ass was moist and musky. Screwing his tongue wildly in and out of her tight anus, Lloyd breathed deep and long, savoring the heady scent of her heretofore forbidden area. The shrill sounds of her delight at what he was doing to her drifted down into his ears. He kept it up, drawing his tongue completely out of her ass and sucking on her each time before he again thrust her butt full of his wet, eager taste organ.
Bill was fucking her now, his balls bumping over Lloyd's chin each time he plunged his big rod deep into her belly. The joyous shrieks Alta had been shouting stopped, only to be replaced by sucking and slurping noises. Lloyd felt lightheaded with the knowledge that his wife was accommodating two alien dicks at the same time. She had a mouthful of one and a cuntful of the other. Judging from the groans rolling about inside her body, it pleased her greatly. A slurp louder than the rest sounded.
"Now, Lloyd!" Alta shouted. "Stand up, darling. Put your dick in my asshole!"
As Lloyd got up, he saw his wife's face move hungrily back to Craig's loins. She opened her mouth and took his wet organ inside, tightening her lips around his shaft and sucking down till her cheeks hollowed inward and clasped snugly around his cock. Her hips were being bumped about by Bill's dick thrusting in and out of her cunt. Lloyd felt the sperm begin to bubble in his nuts. God, what a totally obscene thing he and Alta were doing! Alta was nothing but a hungry female animal at the moment. The raging lust within her had completely wiped away all her former inhibitions and made a sex-crazy bitch in heat of her.
Hearing her gurgle happily around the cock in her mouth, feeling the pleasurable shudders coursing through her body from Bill's constantly plunging organ, Lloyd took her hips with trembling hands and brought the head of his throbbing cock once again to her hot asshole. There was no problem this time. His saliva had her anus well lubricated for fucking. The head of his cock popped easily through her rubbery brown ring. The snug fit and the feverish heat of her ass was simply delicious to his sensitive glans. He paused, groaning and reaching around her body to grasp her breasts.
Lloyd worked his hands between his wife's body and Bill's, took a tit firmly in each hand, then brought his face up beside hers. Her head was leaned to the side, with her lips distended fishlike about Craig's dick. Her eyes were shut tight. Little mewling sounds came from her throat as Craig screwed his organ in and out of her sucking mouth. Kissing his wife on the cheek, Lloyd whimpered and thrust his cock full into her seething ass. The heat deep inside her body made him gasp with delight. The head of his cock twitched joyously.
Bump, bump, bump, went the head of Bill's cock as it hit forcefully into Alta's cunt and stroked Lloyd's dick through the thin membrane separating her cunt and asshole. Lloyd hunched his own cock at Alta, feeling her shudder each time he sank it deep into her ass. The sounds coming constantly from her nostrils told beyond a doubt how Alta felt about her three-pricked fucking. She loved it! Never had Lloyd heard her so vocal as she now was. No words he could recognize came forth, nothing but a continual stream of muffled animalistic grunts and groans.
Alta's hands alternated between Bill and Lloyd, going from one to the other, holding the cheeks of their pumping asses, stroking, pinching, pulling. Her head moved with Craig's rod, backing away as he pulled out of her mouth, then jumping forward to regain all of his meat when he thrust his cock back into her throat. Her midsection remained still. There was no need to move her hips, for Lloyd and Bill were doing all the work down there. Lloyd hit into her ass just as Bill was pulling from her cunt, then it reversed, with Bill hitting into her cunt as Lloyd drew part way out of her hot butt.
Though Lloyd and Bill fucked her rhythmically, one thrusting in as the other withdrew, each was working toward his own goal. Alta was bounced back and forth between them, loving every minute of it. Not for one instant did any two dicks come at her at the same time, for Craig slid his sweet tasting organ in and out of her hungry mouth with a cadence all his own. She sucked rapaciously at the hard, hot instrument in her mouth, licking at its weeping eye as Craig drew out till only his glans was left in her mouth. Then, as one cock hit into her swollen pussy and one pulled partially from her sensitive ass, Craig's lovely prick came all warm and slick back into her mouth, going so deep now that the head of his throbbing rod bumped into the back of her throat and his belly splatted lightly against her moist forehead.
All four of them were moaning and groaning now. It was too hot to last long, too erotic and exciting. With three cocks working at her, Alta was the first to orgasm. Her vaginal walls began grabbing at Bill's organ, trying to hold it inside her. But Bill only fucked all the faster. The rippling and fluttering sensations all along his shaft made him cry out. Alta whimpered and sobbed around the cock pushing in and out of her mouth. She felt Bill's hands grasp her hips to hold her still, then he was banging into her with a flurry of motion, holding her in position as he rushed to join her in orgasm. A jet of hot cum shot forcefully from Bill's twitching dick, bathing the mouth of her womb as he shoved in deep and let out a mournful wail of fulfillment. Then Lloyd, unable to withstand the delightful sensations Alta's winking asshole imparted to his steel-like penis, tightened his hold on her tits and slammed his rod full into her bowels. His belly pressed warmly over the small of Alta's back as she felt a great mass of sperm spray deep into her anal canal. Both Lloyd and Bill's cocks were twitching wonderfully inside her when Craig uttered a choking sob and cupped his hand over the back of her head. Alta was still trembling with her own orgasm. It made it all the more delicious when Craig held her head still and poured jet after jet of his juice directly on her lapping tongue. Alta savored each hot, slick squirt, letting it lie on her tongue and trickle down into her gulping throat of its own sweet effort. Her lips moved constantly around his shaft, trying to milk him and help the musky-tasting cum rush up his tubes and into her willing mouth. A wave of creamy sperm gushed over her swollen wet lips and trickled down her lovely chin. It hung there, dangling delightfully as her face moved in tiny jerking motions.
The cum overflowing his wife's sucking mouth was clearly visible to Lloyd, for his face was pressing against her hollowed cheek. The sight brought forth a new mass of juice from his own spasming prostate gland. It was the longest and most intense orgasm Lloyd had ever experienced. He shuddered all over, holding to Alta's tits to support himself, feeling dizzy with the bliss of coming deep inside his wife's indescribably tight, hot ass. The film of Craig's cum covering her puffy lips and chin only added to his pleasure. The sight was totally lewd and obscene; but God! It was thrilling to see Alta so turned on and revved up!
An overpowering urge to kiss his wife filled Lloyd with urgency. As their orgasms subsided, he kissed her ear and cheek, telling her again and again how much he loved her and how wonderful her ass felt to his still-twitching cock. When Craig pulled his limbering dick from her mouth, Alta turned for Lloyd to kiss her cum-drenched mouth. He did, without hesitation, pressing his lips eagerly to hers and thrusting his tongue full into her sperm-slick mouth. Never had a kiss been sweeter. Alta's puffy lips were hot and slippery. The inside of her mouth was like an oven, and also slippery, with a thin coating of Craig's fuck juice covering her cheeks and tongue.
If Lloyd had ever thought the taste of semen might be revulsive, he surely didn't show it now. His tongue licked frenziedly inside his wife's just-fucked mouth. She sighed again and again, clenching her tight asshole about the base of his shaft still inside her, sucking on his tongue, cooing into his mouth.
Several moments later, washed and completely relaxed, the foursome sat at the bar, sipping drinks and watching the action going on in the living room. A round robin was beginning to form in the center of the room. It had started with one couple going sixty-nine. The husband of the woman had passed, noticed his wife sucking cock as her male partner ate from her hairy hole, and had joined them. He'd pulled the man's mouth from his wife's pussy and started sucking her himself. A girl was called, who immediately fell to the floor and took a mouthful of dick as the other man pressed his face hotly into her crotch. A couple, just finished screwing, rolled over to join in and one male head was jerked away from one cunt and pressed into the new one full of fresh sperm. No one seemed to mind the wet and slippery condition of the new cocks and cunts being added to the suck-circle. Everyone was welcome to join in, it seemed.
"Shall we go over and enlarge the circle?" Craig asked. Bill and Lloyd shook their heads, and Alta summed up their feelings by saying, "I'm too pooped. Let's take a nice long rest before we do anything else. Damn, you guys fucked me down!"
They laughed. Craig went behind the bar and lifted a tray of sandwiches onto it. "Is anybody hungry?" he asked, taking a sandwich for himself and nodding for the others to do the same. They each took a sandwich.
"Come on,"Craig said. "Lets go over and watch." Carrying drinks and sandwiches, Bill, Lloyd, Alta and Craig walked to the couch and sat down to watch the circle suck. Bodies writhed and twisted about on the floor as they ate. Little cries of climax came muffled into the air. Slurps and grunts and moans sounded continuously. Toes turned under and buttocks quaked. Hands slapped flesh and floor ecstatically at irregular intervals as orgasm claimed the suckers one by one. A girl left the circle first, wiping at the cum on her cheek as she got shakily to her feet. After that the circle grew smaller and smaller. Within fifteen minutes, everyone at the party was sitting lazily about the living room. Some were eating. Others were drinking and smoking. Conversation buzzed pleasantly, just as it might have at any normal party. Things sexual were for the moment forgotten. Business and jobs and children were being discussed. World affairs were mentioned from time to time. Vacation plans were announced. Everyone seemed a bit bored now that their sexual appetites were satiated so thoroughly.
"How about some movies while we're resting?" Craig shouted. "I've got two new ones. Anybody want to see them?"
"Movies?" Alta asked Bill, as a chorus of voices answered Craig in the affirmative.
"Stag movies," Bill told her. "You know, screwing and all, with lots of close-ups."
"I've never seen one of those," Alta replied, her eyes growing wide with interest.
"Well, you're about to see two of them," Craig said. "I'll be right back."
As Craig went down the hall to get his projector and films, Alta turned to Lloyd. "Have you ever seen a movie like that, Lloyd?"
"Sure, baby. Lots of them."
"Damn. It sounds exciting. I've been missing a helluva lot, I guess."
Lloyd laughed. "There's plenty of time for you to make up for it. Aren't you glad we decided to try swinging now?"
"Mmm... yes, darling," she cooed, cuddling up to her husband and offering her lips for a kiss. He pecked lightly at the tip of her nose, then kissed her tenderly. "I love you, Lloyd."
"Me too, you," he grinned.
'This freewheeling sex hasn't changed a thing between us, has it?" Alta asked, a little surprised now that she thought about it.' "I told you it wouldn't, honey."
"I know, but at first I was afraid it might."
"How did you like taking on three guys all at once?"
"Oh, Lloyd! Jesus, honey, I can't even begin to describe how wonderful that felt. You in my ass, Bill in my puss, Craig in my mouth... creaming into me at the same time... shit, it was simply out of this world! I never felt so loved and wanted in my whole life!"
"Then you liked it," Lloyd chuckled.
"Hell yes, I liked it! What did you think about it, Lloyd? How did it make you feel, sharing me with two other men: "Horny as the dickens, baby! Couldn't you tell?"
"I thought so " Alta said, grinning. "The way you kissed me after Craig took his dick from my mouth told me you liked it, too."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The first movie shocked Alta. There were two men and one girl in it. What bothered Alta was the girl. She looked so pure and innocent, and her clothing was not ordinary street wear but the respected dress of a nun. For a moment Alta actually thought the girl was a nun. It horrified her to see the two men stripping off her clothes as the girl fought valiantly for her honor. But as the movie went on, Alta soon saw that the girl, whether a nun or not, was overwhelmed with lust. She went at the men with a hunger totally believable, sucking and fucking them both into a weak stupor, finishing by fingering herself excitedly as the wall went blank at the end of the film.
"Jesus H. Christ," Alta murmured. "Was that a real nun?"
"Probably not," Lloyd said.
"It could have been," Bill broke in, his hand resting on Alta's thigh. "You never know. Nuns are human too. Maybe they re susceptible to fits of passion just like the rest of us are."
"Wow!" Alta exclaimed. "She sure had a fit of passion, too, didn't she? Goddamn, it made me hot all over again just to watch her go at those guys like she did."
Bill chuckled. He ran his hand up her thigh and felt her pussy. "It did get to you, didn't it? Made the juice start flowing again and got you nice and hot. Damn, Alta, you feel delicious!"
"Want to fuck me again, Mr. Osmond? "
"And how, baby! But let's watch the other flick first. Maybe it'll set you on fire. Here... hold my dick while we watch it."
"Mine too, honey," Lloyd said.
Alta let one of her hands be carried into Bill's lap and the other to Lloyd's. She took both their cocks, sighing as they reached for her cunt. "Damn, this is erotic," she murmured, feeling a finger from each hand enter her slippery pussy. She squeezed down on their hard peters and scooted her ass out. She opened her legs so they could both finger-fuck her at the same time, while the next movie was running.
The two men both fingering her cunt together had a dreamy expression of bliss on Alta's pretty face when the next movie started. She held to their cocks, working her hands up and down very slowly as two girls came into a bedroom leading a big collie dog. She could hardly believe her eyes as both girls stripped and got onto the bed, taking the dog right along with them.
"For crying out loud!" Alta whimpered hoarsely. "Are they going to do what it looks like they are? " Lloyd had his arm around her shoulder now, with his cheek pressed lovingly to her. "Does it upset you, baby?"
"With a dog? Ugh. Look Lloyd... look at the movie!"
One of the girls had the collie's nose into her cunt and the other was jacking off his slender red dick. Alta gasped aloud when the girl who'd been handling the dog's organ moved her face and quickly took the pointed penis into her mouth and began sucking wildly at it.
"Jesus, Lloyd. Do you see that? She's sucking a dog's organ!
"Looks like she's enjoying it, Alta," Bill said softly.
"Wow! I never dreamed such things actually went on. But they're doing it! I mean, she's really sucking him!" The movie held Alta's gaze like a magnet. At first she felt nauseated at the sight of the young girl sucking the dog's dick. But Lord! The way the girl seemed to love it got to Alta after a while. She stared wide eyed, holding to the hard human cocks on either side of her and getting hotter and hotter as both men kept right on fingering her cunt and watching the action on the wall. One girl got on all fours and the other took the long, red canine organ in her hand and brought it to the kneeling girl's pussy, Alta held her breath as the dog grabbed the girl with his front legs and hunched his dick into her vagina.
She watched in utter fascination as the dog's ass began thrusting rapidly back and forth. His back arched wildly, driving his slippery-looking cock deep into the girl's heaving belly. The first girl got all the fucking she could stand, then fell weakly to the side, rubbing her much-used cunt as the dog eagerly mounted the second girl and humped her frantically. The dog came. The girl came. Alta pushed her pelvis down at Lloyd and Bill's hands, gripping tightly to their stiff rods as she herself whimpered in orgasm along with the girl on the wall.
"Oh Lord God!" she groaned brokenly, her tits rising and falling in an effort to catch her breath. The movie ended and the room was suddenly flooded with light again.
All eyes turned toward Alta. She didn't care. Let them look, she thought, still coming with four fingers now wiggling deliciously about deep inside her fluttering pussy. She saw Bonnie coming toward the couch. A box was in her hand and a grin on her face. She wondered dimly what Bonnie had in mind, for the look in her eyes said something was about to happen, and Bonnie was coming straight toward her.
Bonnie dropped the box in front of the couch and knelt between Alta's widespread legs. She took a pink plastic cock from the box and rubbed its cool head up Alta's hot thighs.
"What are you going to do?" Lloyd asked.
"Move your hand away from Alta's twat and you'll see," Bonnie replied. "Come on, you guys get up and let me take over here."
As the fingers left her pussy, Alta looked at Bonnie and said, "I don't want that. I need a man!"
Bonnie laughed. "How about a dog? "
"I don't know, Bonnie. Christ, it looked wonderful on the screen, though. Have you got a dog like that one? " Alta asked, with a faint trace of longing in her voice.
"Sorry baby. No dog around here tonight. This is the best I can do for you."
Alta jumped, startled as Bonnie twisted the flat base of the plastic dick and it started to vibrate against her thigh. "Wow! What is that?"
"A vibrating dildo, honey," Bonnie said. "Want to try it?"
"Well... " Alta said hesitantly, the vibrations coming nearer and nearer to her well-lubricated snatch.
"I'm going to put it in you, honey. Tell me if you don't like it and I'll pull it right out. Okay?"
"I guess... yes. Go ahead and try it... easy though."
"Scoot down more, baby."
Alta scooted her butt out to the edge of the couch. She gasped when Bonnie touched the vibrating head of the cool cock to her hot cunt lips. Then Bonnie was tracing her elliptical hole with the jiggling cock head and Alta couldn't sit still. She groaned as it danced delightfully past her hard, sensitive clitoris.
"Alta?"Bonnie's voice asked softly.
"Huh?"
"Do you want it? Shall I put it in?"
"Try it," Alta said, her voice little more than an excited whisper.
Staring down at her open pussy, Alta saw the dancing glans press between her hairy lips. It brought another gasp from her trembling mouth. She held her breath as Bonnie inched the cool plastic instrument slowly into her vagina. It quieted down as her pussy took in more and more of the long artificial organ. The vibrations ricocheted about inside her slippery cunt, her flesh absorbing most of the sound now.
"Damn!"
"Do you like it?"Bonnie asked, smiling up at Alta's face as she fed more of the long rod into her belly.
She had it almost all now. The jiggling head was pressing into the mouth of her womb, sending the most titillating sensations Alta had ever experienced throughout her body. The scrumptious vibrations made her voice quaver as she said, "Do I like it? Oh, shit! God, Bonnie... mmm... oh... it's wild! More... give me more!"
Bonnie gave her more. She grinned as she put the heel of her hand over the flat base of the vibrating cock, then watched Alta's eyes bug out as she forced the dancing head right into the mouth of her womb. "Like that, honey? Is that what you wanted? "
"Bonnie," Alta rasped. "Oh, good Lord! It's rattling even my teeth! Oouuu... Oh, God!"
"Go, baby, go!"
Alta looked through slitted eyes in the direction of the faintly heard voice. She saw all the guests gathered about in front of the couch. They were forming a lialf-circle, all of them watching her shudder and listening to her gasp out her little cries of joy. She tried to smile at them but couldn't. All Alta managed was a weak grin, then she shut her eyes and licked absently at her parted lips.
The long plastic cock had her womb pushed high into her soft belly. The constantly twitching head was wedged tight into her cervix, sending out its vibrations through her womb and making them seem stronger than they really were. Every nerve in her body responded to the jiggling cock within her. In less than a minute orgasm swept up from her fluttering cunt and dulled her brain completely. Dimly she heard herself shouting out hoarse and vulgar words. Her belly heaved. Sweat popped out all over her soft skin. Her vagina fluttered and fluttered, the dancing dildo drawing out her orgasm and lengthening it till it was unbearable. She couldn't stop coming! Her cunt clenched down on the jerking plastic shaft and held it harshly. When Bonnie pulled it from her cunt, a loud sucking noise filled the room. Alta shuddered from head to toe, then fell back weakly onto the couch.
"Oh, God," she moaned, opening her eyes only part way. "I thought I was going to die!"
"That was only the main course. Are you ready for your dessert now? I've got a tremendous little gadget here I want you to experience. It's my favorite, by far!"
"I don't know if I can stand it just yet. What is it? It couldn't be any better than what I just had!"
"I wouldn't say it's better, baby. It's different. In fact, it's different as all hell," Bonnie said, dropping the shiny dildo into the box and bringing out a slender, curved metal rod with a control box and an electric cord attached to it.
"What the hell do you do with that?"Lloyd asked.
"You stick it up your ass and turn it on," Bonnie told him. "Then you go ape. It's made for turning soft dicks hard, Lloyd. Want to try it?"
"No. But if that's what it's for, what good will it do Alta?"
"You've seen the electric gadget that contracts and works muscles? The exerciser? "
"I've seen advertisements is all."
"Well, then you probably know it works by pulsing electrical wavns. The waves make the selected muscle contract and relax just like doing exercise. Well... this does the same thing. When it's stuck up your butt and turned on, your whole insides start going, especially the sex muscles."
"Jesus," Alta moaned. "It sounds dangerous. Does it really work? How does it feel, Bonnie?"
"Hey, slow down, honey. No, it isn't dangerous; and yes, it really works. As to how it feels? My God, that can't be described in words. You have to experience it."
"You've tried it?" Alta asked hopefully.
Bonnie smiled serenely. "I've tried it, honey. Many times. Like I said, it's my favorite gadget. You want to take a ride on it, Alta?"
Alta looked at Lloyd. He shrugged. She turned back to Bonnie, chewing her lower lip in indecision. "You're sure it's safe? "
"Do I look damaged?" Bonnie asked, smiling as she pushed her loins close to Alta's face for her to examine.
"Oh, no, Bonnie," Alta sighed, pushing her face into Bonnie's sex bush and nuzzling her warm cunt. "You look great, honey!"
Bonnie smiled, taking Alta's head between her hands and spreading her legs. She pulled her face into her crotch and let Alta lick her pussy. Alta eagerly thrust in her tongue, licking deep inside Bonnie's delicious vagina. Then, as Bonnie stroked the back of her head and spoke softly to her, Alta withdrew her tongue and formed her lips around Bonnie's protruding clitoris. She sucked down harshly on it, hearing Bonnie moan and feeling her tremble. The tip of her tongue moved forward and flicked rapidly at Bonnie's pleasure button. Then Bonnie was pushing her away.
"Stop that, baby. It's getting too good. I want to give you my electronic rod now," Bonnie said. "Are you ready for it?"
Alta nodded, licking her lips and savoring the taste of Bonnie's copious sex juice. "Hell yes, I'm ready for it. How do you want me?"
"Get down here on the floor. I don't want you to roll off the couch and hurt yourself."
"Is it that wild?" Alta asked, her eyes widening as she slid off the couch and sat on the floor.
"It all depends on your reaction to it," Bonnie told her. "It sends me like you wouldn't believe. Roll onto your side and pull your knees up to your chest, honey, so I can get a good shot at your anus."
Rolling to her side and working her butt into the position Bonnie wanted, Alta commented, "I don't imagine you'll have any trouble getting it in me. Lloyd stretched me pretty loose."
"I'll still use some surgical jelly for lubrication, just in case," Bonnie said, and took a tube from the box and began smearing it over the metal rod and Alta's tender brown asshole.
A moment later Alta felt the rounded tip of the cool metal rod touch tentatively into her anus. She jumped away from it, shrieking, "It's so cold!"
Everyone laughed. "Just relax," Bonnie said, patting Alta's hip. "It's only cold for a minute. I sort of like the sensation, myself. Relax and you will too."
Shutting her eyes and letting her body go limp, Alta waited. The cool tip again touched her heated flesh. Instinctively her anus contracted about the cool probe, but this time Alta didn't jerk away. She let her muscles again go limp. The tip entered her, Alta gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes. It wasn't so bad. More of the cool rod slid into her asshole. Like a long icicle might feel, Alta thought. But of course it was only cool, not that cold!
It was a strange feeling. The rod went deeper and deeper.
Alta sucked in her breath as the tip bumped into an obstacle and apparently would go in no farther. She whimpered as Bonnie twisted the rod gently about inside her bowels. Then the tip moved in deeper yet, having negotiated the curve of her anal canal. Alta shivered all over as the cool rod slid easily into her. It felt as if the rounded tip was clear up into her guts!
"Jesus! It's so long, Bonnie!"
"It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"No... not at all. But it feels so odd!"
"Good? Do you like it so far?"
"Mmm! Yes! More... put it in me all the way!" Alta said, then gasped aloud when Bonnie suddenly sank the rod full into her and the protective shield on the rod side of the control box pressed tightly between the trembling cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, Bonnie... I like it," Alta whispered. Tt feels like a big long icicle is stuck up my butt! Ouuu... it's chilling my insides."
Bonnie laughed. "I enjoy that part of it, too. But it's nothing compared to later. Wait till I get it plugged in and turned on."
"Do it now, Bonnie. Plug it in," Alta urged.
Craig handed Bonnie the receptacle end of an extension cord. She plugged in the control box with its knob on the off position. "Okay, Alta. I'm going to start it now, gentle at first. The control is a rheostat type of thing. On the very lowest all you'll feel is a tiny tingling. The top end makes your entire body go into fairly violent convulsions, though; so tell me if it gets too rough for you. I'll stop anywhere in between the two extremes you tell me to. Are you ready, honey?"
"Oh, Jesus! I'm scared shitless of this thing... Yes, turn it on at the very lowest current," Alta said, her desire to try out the weird contraption overriding her fear of it.
The other guests tightened their circle, moving in close to watch Alta's reaction. Bonnie cautiously turned the control knob past the off position, leaving it set at the lowest possible setting. A deep sigh escaped Alta's mouth. She opened her eyes, smiling serenely.
"Oh, that's nice!" Alta exclaimed, giving voice to her first reaction.
And it was nice-very nice. She had no idea how the controls worked. The box pressed against her butt clicked rhythmically at two-second intervals, and with each click the most delightful tingling sensation passed through her loins. It was a totally new and different feeling from anything Alta had ever experienced. She embraced it immediately and gave herself over to it. If it hadn't damaged Bonnie, Alta reasoned dimly, it wouldn't hurt her, either. And it felt so damned good! So total! It wasn't affecting just her clitoris and vagina, like a man's cock would, but was sending the tiny spears of pleasure darting about all through her insides.
"What a fabulous gadget, Bonnie," Alta breathed. "I just love it... the tingling is so scrumptious!"
"You want it a little stronger?" Bonnie asked, laughing.
"Yesss... Just a little though. Take it slow."
Bonnie turned the knob up just a trifle, intensifying the current but little. "How's that, honey?"
"Ohhh... Ohhh."
"Does that mean it's good? " Alta nodded, reluctant to speak. She thrilled all over as the stronger tingling spread through her flesh. A man knelt beside her. It was Lloyd, looking concernedly into her ecstatic face.
"Alta? Are you all right, darling?" asked Lloyd.
"God, yes! Kiss me, Lloyd. Lie down with me and hold me.
Lloyd lay down beside his wife. He brought his mouth to hers. Blissfully Alta put her arms about her husband, returning his kiss with abandon. She thrust her tongue deep inside his mouth, sighing contentedly as thousands of tingling spears raced about inside her body.
"Give her a stronger dose," Craig whispered to Bonnie, who turned up the current at once.
A shudder passed through Alta's unsuspecting body. She moaned mournfully into Lloyd's mouth, her tongue fucking rapidly in and out as he sucked it.
Suddenly she ripped her mouth from Lloyd's, throwing back her head and trembling from head to foot, panting. Sweat was beginning to pop out everywhere on her body. The tingling was gone now, replaced by the most fantastic gripping and convulsing sensations. "Bonnie!" she gasped.
"What is it, baby?"
"Leave it there. Don't turn it up any more... not yet!"
"Is it good, darling? " Lloyd asked, staring incredulously at the complete rapture in his wife's face.
"Good?" Alta asked, dumbly repeating Lloyd's question. "Oh, Lloyd, it's more than good, honey. My God, it's so... so total. Heavenly! You ought to try it, Lloyd. Jesus... I can't tell you how wonderful it feels. Words are useless. Mmm... you have to feel it to know what it's like! Oh shit! Ohhhh. Damn, damn, damn!"
Such an enthusiastic endorsement coming from so reliable a person as Alta swayed Lloyd at once. "I'll try it as soon as you're done with it, darling," he said. "God, it does look good. I've never seen you so excited as this thing's got you. You really go for it, don't you?"
"Nothing has ever sent me this far, Lloyd," Alta panted, her skin covered with perspiration now. "We've gotta get one of these gadgets to use at home!"
"Damn, have I ever got a hard-on," Lloyd croaked.
"Put it in me," Alta begged. "Fuck me, Lloyd."
Lloyd looked up at Bonnie, as if to ask if such a thing were possible while Alta had the gadget up her ass.
"Go on. Screw her, Lloyd," Bonnie coaxed. "It won't hurt anything. In fact, I'll put my other one up your butt while you're screwing. It's just like the one Alta's using. It'll flip you both, I guarantee."
No further encouragement was necessary to persuade Lloyd; and Alta, going into her first electronically induced orgasm, was in no condition to even know what was happening. Anticipating the intense pleasure his wife was getting, wanting it for himself, Lloyd took Alta's higher knee and lifted her leg. He scooted on lop of her other thigh, bringing the swollen head of his rock-hard dick to the trembling lips of her steaming cunt. With one quick thrust he shoved his cock full into her pussy, whimpering at the extra heat inside her moist, dancing vagina.
"Lloyd," she rasped, hugging him tightly to her and going right on with her climax. "Oh, darling, darling!"
Already humping his cock in and out of her fluttering pussy, Lloyd put her highest leg down on his hip and wrapped his arms around her body. Instant cold slithered between the warm cheeks of his pumping ass.
"Hold still, Lloyd," Bonnie ordered. "Let me get this gadget inserted and you won't need to move a muscle. Push into Alta all the way and leave your cock in deep. That's it; now relax."
Lloyd held his breath as the long, slender rod went quickly up his ass. Bonnie was herself excited now and didn't bother to take as much time and patience feeding the rod to Lloyd as she had to Alta. She merely lubricated the rod and shoved it full up Lloyd's butt, without bothering to apply a dab of the slippery surgical jelly to his hairy anus. It was a rapid insertion, jerky all the way. Lloyd shivered as the cool metal inched deep into his body. Then the shield covering the top of the control box bumped roughly into the cheeks of his ass. He had it all. A sigh of relief swept past his tensed lips.
"All ready, Lloyd. I'm turning it on," Bonnie warned. "You'd better hold on to Alta."
His fingers gripped harshly into Alta's soft hips as Bonnie turned on the current to the metal rod inside his anal canal. A yelp rushed from his mouth. His body jerked convulsively, then again, numbing his brain from the violence of it. Every nerve in his spasming body was affected. "Jesus! I can't take it!" he screamed, but he made no effort to escape from either Alta's cunt or the rod up his rectum.
"Hold on, Lloyd," Bonnie said calmly. "I started you where Alta is now. Just melt your muscles and let the electric pulsations do all the work. Don't fight it, for God's sake. Just relax."
Sweat beginning to appear on his trembling skin, Lloyd held deathly still and let the gadget up his butt do its work. The current was not constant. The pulsations came at about two-second intervals, the same as the rhythmic convulsions of Alta's sweet cunt but not in time with them. Each pulsation made Lloyd's body jerk and his cock throb delightfully. His asshole clenched at the rod, and even his intestines seemed to be dancing and jiggling about.
Alta was moaning constantly, trying to talk but saying nothing intelligible. Her orgasm wouldn't stop. The electric waves kept fanning it, drawing it out, intensifying it. And Lloyd's cock felt just wonderful! She could feel her vaginal walls grab it and squeeze each time a jolt of electricity shot into her asshole; then, when her vagina was relaxed in the middle of the two-second pulsating rhythm, she could feel Lloyd jerk from his electrical jolt. She thrilled to the way his cock throbbed so violently deep inside her body.
Neither Alta nor Lloyd voluntarily moved a muscle. The pulsating waves of electricity did it all. Soon they were both on the verge of insanity, both of them screaming and coming... coming... coming!
CHAPTER EIGHT
More than two weeks later, on a Wednesday evening when Alta and Lloyd were half-interestedly watching TV and yawning at each other, the telephone rang and startled them both. Alta jumped up and started for it automatically.
"Who the hell could be calling at this hour?" asked Lloyd, reaching for a cigarette as Alta picked up the phone and said hello. He watched her face brighten as the voice on the other end began talking. "Who is it, honey?"
Clapping her hand over the phone, Alta grinned at him and said, "Vera and Bill."
"Who?"
"The Osmonds. They're both on the line. Go pick up the phone in the bedroom. They want to talk to us both. Something about us coming to a party they're planning."
It was all the motivation Lloyd needed to jerk him out of his lethargic mood. He got up and went quickly back to get on the bedroom extension. He picked up the phone, saying "Hello you public masturbaters" as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Bill and Vera both laughed heartily, then Vera said, "You've got a lot of room to talk, buster. You made quite spectacle of yourself while we all watched that night, too Have you had any electric rods up your ass lately?"
"Christ!" Lloyd muttered, "I don't think I could liv through it again. Mv insides were sore for days after!"
"Mine weren't," Alta announced proudly. "Lloyd' muscles were all out of tone. I've got him doing exercises now to whip him into swinging shape. What have you two been up to, anyhow?"
"Rest and recuperation," Bill chuckled. "That's all."
"Yeah, grandad can't take it like he used to," Vera chided good-naturedly. "I think he's up to a blowout this Saturday night, though. That's why we called. We're getting one set up. Could you guys come?"
"How big a party?"
"We're not sure yet. You'll be the sixth couple if you can make it,"' Bill said.
"I think we can make it, can't we, Alta?" Lloyd asked.
"Sure we can. After what I've heard about your parties, we wouldn't want to miss it," Alta said, then asked, "Will Bonnie and Craig be there?"
Vera chuckled. "Which one do you want, honey?"
"Both of them," Alta readily admitted. "They're both simply delicious. Cod, I like them, don't you, Vera?"
"I don't have much choice," Vera said lightly. "Bonnie is my baby sister."
"I didn't know that!" said both Alta and Lloyd together, to which all four laughed. Then, from Alta, timidly, "Do you and Bonnie ever... well, make il together, Vera?"
"Christ yes, from years back. We used to sleep together before I got married. She's got a delicious little pussy hasn't she?"
Again both Lloyd and Alia spoke as one, agreeing on the tastiness of Bonnie's cunt.
"Craig and Bonnie won't be here," Bill said. "It won't be a big party, either. We're going to limit it to about ten couples, because of the added special feature we've dreamed up."
"Is it something really wild?" asked Alta, her voice edged with anticipation. "I've heard you throw some real whing dings."
"This is one of Bill's nutty idea," said Vera. "I'll let him tell you about it."
"Hum," Bill said, "how should I start? Well, first off, are either one of you prejudiced racially?"
"I don't think so," said Alta. "I'm not, are you, Lloyd?"
"Not when it comes to normal social intercourse, but I don't know about sexual intercourse with a Negress. Black skin never did appeal much to me. Why? Is a colored couple going to be at the party?"
Bill chuckled softly. "You don't have to worry about making it with a colored gal, Lloyd. None will be there. How about you, Alta? Would you like to try it with a swinging spade?"
"Bill!" Vera scolded. "Don't be so damned vulgar. You're supposed to be trying to get them to come to our party, not scare them off. Alta, forgive Mr. Crude."
"He's forgiven, but what the hell is he talking about?"
"I don't need Vera to speak for me," Bill said, still chuckling over her scolding. "Let me ask you a question, Alta, then I'll know better how to tell you what we've got planned."
"Okay."
"Have you ever made love with a Negro, honey?"
"No," Alta said simply. "Before we started swinging, Lloyd was the only one. Why do you ask?"
Bill ignored her, turning his next question to Lloyd. "Do you mind if I get a Negro to screw your wife, old man. Before you say no, let me tell you how it affected me the first time Vera got her cunt stuffed full of black cock. It was the most exciting thing I ever saw. Christ, I still conjure up the mental picture of it when I'm riding a dead ass. It's something every man ought to witness once in his life, watching his wife open up for a black. How would you like to watch a big black ass humping up and down over Alta?"
For a moment the four-way phone conversation fell silent. All that could be heard was breathing, fairly harsh breathing. Alta, thinking it was Bill breathing excitedly, had to stifle a giggle. How ludicrous his whole idea was! The very idea of him suggesting that Lloyd might enjoy giving her to a Negro and watching the black-white union take place; it was almost obscene even to think of it. Still, in her experimental frame of mind brought on by her few swinging activities, Alta did wonder how she would react to such an erotic situation. "Lloyd?"Bill asked.
"Christ, Bill, I don't know," Lloyd said. "I just don't know about that. Maybe you ought to ask Alta how she feels about it. I guess I wouldn't mind too much... if she wanted to. What do you think, Alta?"
Alta didn't know what to think, for she'd been sure her husband would veto Bill's suggestion. During the lag in conversation, she'd thought Lloyd was groping for a way to tell Bill no without hurting his feelings. But he hadn't said no. Instead, he'd pitched it into her lap, leaving her unsure as to his true feelings on the proposal.
"I don't know, Lloyd," Alta said, pitching it right back to him. "I am curious, but that's all. It's up to you, honey. Ill do it if you want me to."
"How about it, Lloyd?" Bill asked, a tone of victory already in his voice.
"Jesus," Alta heard her husband mutter, his breathing making it difficult for him to speak. The excited breathing hadn't been from Bill but Lloyd! He did want to see her screwing a black! A weakness came into her knees. The phone trembled against her ear. Then Lloyd was saying, "My wife with a Negro. That's a new thought for me! Is she the only girl you're planning this for? I mean, is it some kind of entertainment you want for the party? Would she be the only white girl screwing a Negro and would everyone else be watching? I don't think I'd go for it if that's what you have in mind, Bill."
"No, nothing like that," Bill assured. "It'll be a show, all right, but Alta won't be the only girl performing. I told you this is going to be a special party. It's built around this theme I dreamed up, see. I've always thought a black man and a white girl screwing is the most erotic thing in the world."
"It's the Southern male syndrome in action," Vera broke in. "Bill's from Alabama, you know."
"The Southern male syndrome?" Alta asked. "I've never heard of any such thing."
Vera explained. "That's what I call it. I don't know what the head shrinkers call it, or if they even recognize it. I've thought about it quite a bit, though, especially back when Bill was trying to get me hooked up with a black. It just didn't figure as far as I was concerned. I mean, he was from the South, so how in the hell could he possibly want to see me with a black? Me, his wife! You know how a Southern girl is disgraced forever if she so much as entertains an erotic thought about a black lover. Well, here Bill was coaxing me to let one screw me. I thought he didn't love me. But he kept on at me, insisting he did love me. Finally, confused as hell and wanting to get it done and out of his mind no matter what the consequences, I let him bring me a black man.
"And, Alta, honey, I have to admit something here. I enjoyed it tremendously. That myth about black men being so sexually powerful?... well, it's not all myth, let me tell you. I've never had better loving in any shape, form, or fashion. It was wild, and Bill was right there in the room with us, watching it all. It excited him so much he couldn't wait to jump on me as soon as the Negro pulled out.
"But I'm getting off the track. About the Southern male syndrome. You know how they talk down there, 'You wouldn't want your daughter to marry one,' and all the rest. Shit. It's all a snow job, I say. I mean, they talk about white women with black men quite a bit, a lot, and always in violent condemnation. Well, I'm with Shakespeare, or whoever said, 'Me thinks thou doest protest too strongly,' or whatever the wording was."
"You think they secretly want white girls to make it with black men, is that what you mean?" Alta asked.
"Exactly! The bigger and blacker the man and the whiter and prettier the girl, the more they thrill to it! You heard what Bill said, about watching me that first time being the most exciting thing he ever saw. My Bill may be a little rough around the edges, but he's honest."
"My wife, the analyst," Bill said fondly. "But who gives a good crap why something is enjoyable? If it is, do it; and if it isn't, avoid it, I say. Now, back to what I was trying to tell you guys, my party theme. What I want to do is get all couples whose wives have never made it with a black but are willing, my own wife excepted, of course."
"I don't count since I've been that route," Vera said. "But I'm willing. In fact, I can hardly wait till Saturday night!"
Bill laughed. "Here's the way I've planned it. I can get the airmen from the base. It'll be to them like being invited to a local home on Thanksgiving or Christmas. Ill set the time for them to show up. None of the guests will know when they're coming. Well start the party with drinking and dancing and games, just like any good swap orgy. Everyone will be wondering when the black boys will arrive, sort of anticipating it. I think it'll put an edge to the party and make the whole evening more interesting and exciting for all concerned. When they do arrive, in the same number as the men present, each husband will turn his wife over to one of them. The living room will have seating around the walls, with the center already cleared because of the dancing. The husbands, including myself, will take a seat then, stepping out of the action for the time being. We'll watch the girls get their first taste of black cock, all of them right there on the living room carpet. It ought to be one helluva'n orgy! Now, how about it, Mr. and Mrs. Tyner? Can we count you in?"
CHAPTER NINE
The Osmond home, like Bonnie and Craig's, was located in the exclusive hills overlooking Tucson, only farther up and more secluded. It reeked with privacy and old West atmosphere. Bill, Lloyd and Alta had learned, was a building contractor. He'd taken advantage of his talent and imagination when he and Vera had built their home. It was new but looked old and authentically Western, almost like a big long bunkhouse. It was clapboard construction, very solid and durable, stained rather than painted, and had a shed-type roof. A long porch ran the full length of the front, with a graveled circular drive leading up to the main entrance. Two old-fashioned swings were hung from the porch rafters, and several cane-bottomed straight chairs rested casually about.
Inside the house one had a pervasive feeling of stepping back a hundred years into the frontier West. Alia loved the fabulous house, especially the kitchen. It had all the modern conveniences without showing it easily. The cock-stove looked like an old woodburner, but of course-was not. It burned natural gas and had been custom made to Vera's order. The refrigerator appeared to be a giant old-fashioned ice box. There were no built-in cabinets, just fantastically beautiful and ornate cupboards.
The formal dining room contained a massive round table and chairs. They were made of oak, solid and lasting. These were not fake, but real antiques, very lovely and old and expensive.
The bedrooms, too, looked authentically old West, with one to three double beds in them depending on the size of the particular room. There was a long hallway, leading from the massive living room at one end of the house to an attached garage at the other. The garage looked, of course, more like a carriage house than a modern garage. The lighting was electric, but was soft and subdued, giving the impression of candles and kerosene lamps, which the smaller light fixtures appeared actually to be.
The living room itself, where the party was in progress, was huge. Hand-hewed rafters decorated the ceiling as well as supported the shed roof. The walls were paneled with a redwood plank design. There was one big picture window, through which the night lights of Tucson could be seen glimmering, far off and down, in the distance. Even the carpet, thick and plush, had been made to fit in with the old West decor. At first glance it looked exactly like a rough plank floor with throw rugs scattered about here and there. But walking on it, with the feeling that her feet sank in clear up to her ankles, Alta knew the carpet would make quite a comfortable wall-to-wall mattress for the upcoming orgy.
A drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Alta stood at the big window, looking out into the night. Tucson looked beautiful from this vantage point, almost magical. For a moment she tried to figure out where she and Lloyd living among those thousands of lights. The location of their apartment would not hold her interest, though. The theme of the party was too erotic. It kept coming into her consciousness and crowding everything else out. She wondered how it would be to lie beneath a black man, to feel his thick lips pressing on hers and to accept his black organ into her body. Could Negroes really be so different from white men, she wondered?
She didn't know what to expect, A strange sensation of nervous anticipation possessed her. The other girls seemed anxious, too, she noticed. They were drinking too fast and talking too much. Only six other couples were present, besides Vera and Bill, and none of the girls had lain with a Negro. It would be as new to them as it would to Alta. The waiting was the worst part. Bill knew people, all right, and was still steadfastly refusing to announce when his group of black studs would arrive. The tension kept building and building. Everyone was nervous except Vera and Bill, both of whom kept referring to the black and white orgy which would climax their party. Jesus, it was getting to be a form of torture! Talking and drinking. Why the hell didn't they all get together and do something now? Alta detected a slight tremor in her hand as she turned up her glass and finished off her third drink. Already she was beginning to feel a bit high. Just as she turned from the window to go for a fresh drink, Bill called out: "Shut the drapes, Alta baby. It's time for fun and games."
"About time," Alta called back, grinning as she drew the drapes. She put her cigarette out and left her empty glass on the coffee table as she walked over to join the small group huddled at the center of the room. "What's going on?" she asked.
Lloyd took her hand and pulled her into the tight formation of standing, still fully dressed couples. A female hip pressed against her on one side and a male rear on the other. Lloyd drew her against him for a kiss, then said, "It's another one of Bill's ideas. Some sort of sensitivity thing."
Before Alta could ask what sort of thing, the lights went out and Bill began talking as he moved unseen across the darkened room to add his body to the group, "Nobody takes off any of his own clothes, now. Start undressing the person nearest you. When I say 'change', fumble in the dark for another body and take off something from it. Let's mix it up first, so no one will know who they are undressing. It's more fun that way. No talking, now. Mix it up... move around till I say stop."
In total darkness Alta felt her husband move away from her. Bodies slid against her on all sides, with hands touching her everywhere. Not knowing who was fondling her made the hidden touches to her tits and ass and pussy all the more voluptuous. Squeals and giggles filled the living room. Alta, quickly in the mood of the group-grope, let her hands caress the sexual organs of the unseen people she moved through and around and held on to. Through trousers she could feel the men already beginning to erect.
"Okay," Bill said. "Let's shed some clothes."
Hands felt over Alta's waist and upper body, exploring for buttons. She left herself be turned toward the owner of the hands. Fingers began undoing her blouse as she reached out in the darkness to explore her partner of the moment. She felt a shirt. A pack of cigarettes was in the breast pocket. A man stood before her, undressing her in the dark. God, but it was exciting! She hadn't the faintest idea who the man was. A sudden desire to do something sexy and intimate overwhelmed her. While one hand worked tremblingly at the buttons of his shirt, Alta unzipped the unknown man's fly and reached hotly inside his shorts. As the man chuckled and squeezed harshly at her tit, Alta sighed and took a firm grip on his hard, warm dick. She tugged it out of his pants and worked her hand up and down its length till she had all the buttons on his shirt loosened, then reluctantly let go his cock to use both hands to remove his shirt.
"Toss the clothing out into the room," Bill called.
Alta pitched the shirt high into the air, then let the man from whom she'd taken it turn her around and pull off her blouse. She felt his body jerk as he tossed her blouse away. Before she could turn to face him again, his fingers began working at her bra hooks. Quickly he undid her bra and slid it from her. No sooner had he discarded her bra than his body pressed tight against her back and his hands claimed her bare tits. The tips of his fingers found her hardening nipples and tweaked them. Alta pushed her hands between his loins and her soft buttocks to again grasp his rod.
"Change!" Bill shouted.
Giving the cock in her hand a fond squeeze, Alta worked her butt seductively back and forth. She released the cock but the man's fingers still held to her nipples. New hands were already feeling at her waist when suddenly the fingers tightened brutally about her sensitive nipples. Sucking in her breath to keep from screaming aloud, Alta felt intense pain in her breasts. Then, the final second before her nipples were released, she felt the, fingers twist harshly at her tender brown flesh. Sobbing, her mind reeling at the unexpected action, Alta grabbed the body in front of her and stood trembling.
To her great surprise , the frenzied twisting and pinching of her nipples had turned Alta on even more than before. The new partner, who was taking off Alta's skirt, turned out to be another girl, with her bra also gone. Alta fondled the girl's tits, standing still as her skirt was pushed down over her hips and thighs. Her nipples felt raw and numb, sending out a dull glow through her body. She wanted more of the delicious sex pain, and eagerly took the unseen girl's hands and brought her fingers up to her abused nipples. She fitted the hesitant fingertips over her brown buds, then reached again for the girl's tits, grasping her hardened nipples and pinching down harshly.
"What--" the unsuspecting girl gasped painfully.
"Pinch me back," Alta pleaded, digging furiously at the whimpering girl's nipples now. "Please... ohhhh... oh yes! Harder! Mmmm... HARDER!!!"
The girl tore; at Alta's nipples like an enraged tigress, pinching, pulling, twisting. All the while Alta kept punishing her tits, too, trying to rip them from her. Both girls were caught up in the sudden fit of sado-maso action. Both were panting for breath, sobbing, gasping.
"Change!" Bill yelled.
"Darling," Alta whispered raspily, pulling the girl tightly to her and kissing her passionately before hands grasped her and pulled her away.
Alone, Alta turned to the left and fumbled for a new partner. No single body was available. She found a couple, both of them men, undoing each other's trousers. Wearing only her stockings, hose, and panties now, Alta joined the male couple. She put an arm around each, stroking their backs, as they each removed the other's trousers and shorts. When they were naked save shoes, one of the men put his hand on the top of Alta's head and pushed her to her knees beside them. A hard cock hit her in the face. The other man evidently didn't get the idea. But Alta did. Opening her mouth to take in the insistent dick, Alta reached for the other male organ. She took it greedily in her hand and pulled the warm, velvety glans across her cheek toward her mouth.
It was impossible for her to suck them both deeply at the same time, because of the angle involved. But she managed to get both cock heads inside her wide-open mouth. Sucking and licking them both at the same time, Alta put her arms around the men's legs and held tremblingly to their thighs.
"Change!"
One cock immediately left her suctioning mouth. As the owner moved away, the other man took her head with both hands and pulled her face slowly forward. The throbbing glans buried in her throat. Alta felt hands fumbling over her, first at her head, then down her body, finally stopping to remove her pumps and began taking off her stockings. Moving as the unseen hands urged, Alta went on sucking the strange prick. One shoe was gone, then the other, followed by jerkily disappearing nylons. Only her panties remained when the organ in her mouth twitched into orgasm.
A groan wafted down from the man's mouth as his juice shot all musky and warm deep inside Alta's working throat. Whimpering with delight, holding to his buttocks and digging in with her long fingernails, Alta held the man to her and drank him dry. His cock was growing limp in her mouth when Bill again called "Change!"
A slurping noise sounded as the man pulled his limbering rod from Alta's mouth and left her kneeling on the floor. The person behind her, the one who'd removed her shoes and stockings, pulled her to her feet and quickly whisked off her panties. It turned out to be another girl, Alta discovered when tits mashed passionately against hers and a wet mouth sought hers for a tongue-sucking kiss. Alta held to the female body, trembling from head to toe, thrusting her sperm-slick tongue deep into the girl's mouth, moaning blissfully along with her as their cunts rubbed sensually together.
Short moments later Bill snapped on the lights. Everyone was nude, or nearly so, and seemed suddenly embarrassed except for one couple hotly engaged in intercourse on the floor. They seemed not to even notice the light, and went right on hunching blissfully at one another. Bill and Vera went about gathering up the discarded clothing and putting it all in a neat pile at one corner of the living room.
"Now that's the way to get a party going," Bill commented, grinning as he pointed to the fucking couple, whom all the others were already watching.
There was not one limber dick in the entire room. At Vera's suggestion, all the guests formed a circle around the frantically screwing couple, putting their arms around the person on either side of them. The unbroken circle of physical contact worked its magic and soon no one seemed shy about their common nakedness.
"Look at them go!" one man exclaimed. "That's my wife. God, isn't she beautiful?'" Then he added, as if it were an afterthought, "It's hard to believe she was frigid before we started swapping. Jesus, it's really done wonders for her. Look at her. She's coming! Go, baby! Go, go, go!"
His hoarse announcement wasn't necessary, for it was plain for all to see that the lovely young wife was hurtling into the wildest of orgasms. Alta felt a warmth in her own loins as the girl threw her legs up and locked herself tightly to the thrusting male body above her. Neither the girl nor the man had opened their eyes since the lights had come back on, and neither knew who the other was. A wave of vaginal secretions washed down Alta's tunnel at the erotic union. She held tightly to the girl on one side of her and the man on the other as the orgasming girl on the floor let out a shrill squeal of pure joy and began sobbing brokenly. Her body twisted and jerked spasmodically as the man increased his efforts, hitting into her harder and faster, straining to join her in climax. Then, grunting and shaking his head, he slammed down brutally, driving his sperm-spurting cock deep into her fluttering belly. As his ass trembled and quivered ecstatically, the girl threw her arms around him and whimpered deliciously, holding him tightly to her as his juice gushed into the depths of her jerkily spasming cunt.
"Let's dance," Vera suggested. "Put on some music, Bill."
"Yeah," he readily agreed, going to start the music. "There's nothing like nude dancing. Come on, everybody, belly up to one another and let your inhibitions fly out the window."
When the music started, Alta found herself dancing close with the nearest male. His dick stood out hard and warm, its smooth glans pressing into her abdomen in the most comforting manner. His hands were both on her buttocks, each holding snugly to a cheek of her fine ass. She let her own hands drop, taking the man by his hairy buttocks and pulling him even tighter into the intimate contact.
"Mmm," she sighed contentedly, gliding effortlessly with him in time to the slow dreamy tune. "This is nice."
"Very nice," he said softly, his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his lips moving.
A tremor swept over Alta as the man's tongue darted into her ear and licked wetly about. "Ohhh," she softly murmured, stroking his hairy buttocks, "that will get you everywhere!"
He chuckled. Stopping all movement, he said, "Stand on my feet, honey. Let's get hooked up in a more intimate fashion."
Getting the idea at once, and liking it instantly, Alta carefully stepped on the tops of his feet. The bare soles of her feet resting comfortably, she brought the moist, slightly parted lips of her pussy to the head of his organ. She drew back her head, smiling and looking into his eyes, then wiggled her heated opening over his bulbous glans and snuggled his cock full into her.
"Mmmm," she sighed, pressing her pubic mound tightly against his loins and bending his hot dick from one side of her vagina to the other. "I like this type of dancing. What's your name?"
"Jim... What's yours?"
"Alta. You've got a nice peter, Jim. I love the way it feels inside me as we dance."
Jim grinned. "I sort of like the feel of you, too, baby."
They hugged. Alta's large soft tits flattened against his hard masculine chest as he went on dancing with her standing on the tops of his feet. Neither of them made any attempt at screwing, just went on dancing and holding to one another, letting his cock move gently about from the dance movements only. Alta loved it. It was a completely new sensation for her. His organ nudged and probed from side to side and up and down inside her, delightfully massaging and pushing her slippery sheath this way and that. It was so erotic... so soothing. She wondered if she could orgasm like that, with no thrusting, with his lovely hard prick merely soaking lazily in her warm vagina. The head occasionally flicked the tip of her womb, and each time it did she heard herself moan involuntarily and realized she was holding him a bit lighter than before. She could have gone on dancing like that with Jim for the rest of the night; but it was not to be, for a loud knock at the front door jarred her out of her dreamy, sensuous mood.
"That'll be our studs," Rill said, going at once to let the Negro Airmen into the house. He swung open the door, grinning broadly as he shook hands with the first man. "Book, good to see you again. Come on in, the rest of you guys too. Drinks arc waiting at the bar. Go on over and get whatever you like."
"I made them wear blindfolds during the drive, like you said, Bill," Book informed Bill as he stood to the side and ushered the Negroes in his charge through the door and into the house. "There's no way any of them could find this place again, I guarantee."
"Good! I knew I could count on you, Book," Bill said confidently. "Come on and gel yourself a drink. What do you think of this blowout? See any girl you especially want. You've got the pick of them tonight."
Alta watched Book and Bill move across the living room toward the bar. Book was smiling surely as he looked about at all the naked white women present. He nodded his kinky head in approval as he took in Alta with his cocksure gaze.
"That one," Book said, nudging Bill and pointing out Alta. "I want her."
Bill laughed raucously. "You've got an eye for women, Book. I have to hand it to you. Get a drink and I'll introduce you."
A shiver of excitement shot up Alta's spine. She watched Bill and Book move to the bar. God, he was a giant! All the Negroes were at least six feet tall, but Book was closer to seven feet. His build was not like a basketball player either, more like a pro football player, beefy and brawny, masculine to the nth degree. Alta wondered if she could support all those bulging muscles. And then a thought struck her, just as Book came walking toward her and smiling--if his penis was in proportion to the rest of him, he would be hung like a damned mule! A weakness spread outward from her stomach as she imagined taking his massive black organ into her tight vagina.
Then he was standing in front of her, reaching out and shaking her trembling hand, saying how delighted he was to know her. Bill, thank God, introduced them by first names only, as he later did with all the other black men and white women. The Negroes were there for a special purpose and knew it--to give an eager group of white young wives their first experience of making it with soul brothers. They were treated very nicely, but they wen; not a permanent part of the swap group and accepted the fact of their participation being a one-time thing only. No long-term friendships were offered or expected. The black studs had come for an orgy, and quickly each picked out his female partner for the affair.
"Take Book's uniform off, Alta," Bill suggested. "Make him comfortable while he has his drink."
Smiling unsurely, Alta began taking off his coat. "I guess this is going to be all right... but Jesus, Book, you're so big! Are you big all over? I mean--" Book laughed and Bill said mirthfully, "We know what you mean, honey. Finish unwrapping him and see for yourself. I don't think you're going to be disappointed.
Vera has never complained."
Before Alta had Book out of his pants, Lloyd came over and stood beside her. She sensed his presence rather than saw him, and felt the excitement oozing from her husband as he stood watching her unbuckle the huge Negro's belt.
Looking at the bulging muscles of Book's chest with a sense of awe, Alta unfastened his trousers from about his slim waist and let them slide down his legs to bunch around his feet. When she unsnapped his shorts, Bill was introducing Lloyd and Book. She let the shorts fall down his legs as her husband was shaking the big hamlike black hand and mumbling a "Pleased to meet you." The bulge in Book's shorts had foretold something of the size his cock would be, but not the complete story. A tremor swept over Alta at the sight of his half-hard black organ. It was now free of all restraints, standing boldly out from his loins in plain view. Alta gasped aloud, her eyes growing wide as she examined Book's tool. Never in her wildest dreams had she believed a man could possess such a magnificent cock! It was a monster-big and black and thick as her wrist! She stared open-mouthed, watching it continue, to grow to full erection. When it finally stopped growing, Alta was still staring at the massive dick and trembling visually. In addition to being so fantastically thick, Book's dick was a full ten inches long, with a bulging black head which shone because of the tautly drawn skin.
"My God!" she exclaimed, glancing at her husband. She noticed Lloyd staring at Book's organ in disbelief, also. "I can't go through with it, Lloyd. Jesus, he'll split me apart!"
"I'll be very gentle with you, Alta," Book said softly, reassuringly. He took her trembling hand and put it on his shaft, smiling confidently as her fingers involuntarily clenched around its girth. "That's it, baby. Hold it. Make friends with it.'" Alta squeezed Book's shaft, trying to encircle it completely with her fingers but failing. The tips of her fingers wouldn't come together.
Licking absently at his lips as he watched his wife try to encompass the black pole with her small white hand, Lloyd himself came to full erection. He glanced down at his prick, feeling suddenly very inadequate compared with Book. He knew it would be a herculean task for his wife to accomodate such a pylon as stood gloriously from the giant Negro's loins, but the mental image of seeing it enter her small, tight pussy filled him with lust. "Try it, honey," he rasped. "Book will stop if he hurts you too much, won't you, Book?"
"Sure," Book said. "I've got complete control of myself, baby. If you can't go all the way, I promise I won't force you.
At that moment Vera came tripping over, a smile of greeting for Book on her face. "How's my favorite stud?" she asked, stopping in front of him and rising on tiptoes to kiss him full on his thick lips.
Book patted Vera affectionately on her bare ass and mumbled warmly against her kissing lips, then Vera knelt suddenly. With Alta still holding Book's shaft, Vera planted a wet, passionate kiss at the tip of his hot glans. Her pink tongue shot out and licked the velvety black knob, then she looked up at Alta and fondly said, "You lucky little bitch. This is the best man I've ever had. Treat him nice, because I want some of him when you get finished."
"I don't know if, I can take this much, Vera. God, he's so huge!" Alta said.
"Not only is he huge, honey, but he knows how to use it. You'll take it, all right, and love every delicious inch of it. Just remember he's mine. I'm only loaning him to you for a while."
"Okay, guys," Bill called. "Let's get drinks and take our seats. It's time for the main attraction!"
CHAPTER TEN
All the Negroes were naked now. As the husbands found drinks and took their seats around the living room, the white wives and black studs moved to the center of the plushly carpeted floor. Only one wife was brazenly lustful, leading her black lover hurriedly to the center of the room and pulling him quickly down atop her by his hard prick--the same girl who had been engaged in frenzied screwing at the end of the darkened group-grope and undressing earlier. All the others seemed suddenly timid. They stalled for time, giving the situation some last-second thought, but as the girl on the floor let out a loud moan, throwing her arms and legs about the Negro who was filling her needy cunt so exquisitely full of hot cock, the other girls lost their last traces of shyness.
One by one the black and white couples sank to the floor, hugging and kissing and fondling one another eagerly. Alta, who was now standing and kissing Book, felt an urgent longing rise up inside her. She pressed her lips firmly to Book's, enjoying the softness and thickness of them, rotating her hips and letting the head of his long dick rub sensually high up on her stomach. The tip of his tongue probed between her lips, licking from side to side as he cupped and kneaded her fleshy buttocks. Without thinking, she opened wide and greedily sucked his tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked harshly on his taste organ, licking back at it, cooing into his mouth. A whimpering sigh sounded in her ears, and dimly she recognized it as her own voice.
Book pulled away from her, taking her by the hips and holding her still as he moved his mouth and body out of contact with hers. He smiled knowingly at her tortured face, gently rubbing the weeping head of his long cock against the smooth skin of her belly. "How about it, baby?" he asked. "Are you ready to fuck now?"
"God yes," she whispered hoarsely, suddenly grabbing his shaft with both hands and pushing the big black head down between the swollen lips of her wet cunt. "Oh shit... it may tear me all to hell, but I want it! I've got to have it now! Be easy with me... please, daddy?"
He chuckled. "I'll take it easy on you at first. And quit worrying about it tearing you. Cunt will stretch a mile before it'll tear an inch." He put his hands on her shoulders and pressed down lightly. "Get down on your knees and take a close look at it. Kiss it a little."
In a daze, Alta let herself be pushed to her knees in front of the massive Negro. The head of his cock was scant inches from her face now, and the intense desire within her made it the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. So big and lovely. Standing proudly, with a drop of clear fluid seeping from the black eye and the veins all puffy and prominent beneath the glistening ebony skin. Book was not circumcised. His foreskin was drawn only part way back over his glans. Alta wanted to see all of his hot knob, and instinctively she skinned back his dick with trembling fingers. A sigh escaped her mouth as his soft black skin nestled snugly behind the widely flared coronal ridge of his glans.
"Beautiful!" she hissed, dropping one hand from his thick shaft to cradle his heavy bag of sperm-filled balls. Her face took on a pained expression as she hefted the large nuts in her palm. "Lord, what a man!"
A female voice near Alta let out a mournful wail. She turned toward the sound and saw a black man struggling to get the last inches of his throbbing cock into the writhing white wife beneath him. Black buttocks, tensed, then he drove down hard, sending the full length of his fat cock into the white girl. The girl's mouth dropped open. Her eyes grew wide. Then, her body shuddering from the sudden powerful thrust, she gasped aloud and threw her arms around her black lover with obvious ecstasy.
All the white wives and black studs were now connected except her and Book, Alta noticed. Three of the girls were flat on their backs, with black asses working rhythmically between their thighs, sending the biggest and blackest dicks Alta had ever seen stroking in and out of tightly gripping white cunts. Bill must have picked the Negroes for the size of their organs, she decided, because they all appeared to be nearly as well hung as Book. But not quite, for Book possessed the largest penis of them all, and Alta felt a shiver of delight course through her at the knowledge she would have the best of the bunch!
Off a way from her, Alta saw Vera sucking her lover of the moment. Bill was right--black men sexing white women was the most erotic thing in the whole damned world! Suddenly she wanted Book for all she was worth. She longed to feel his enormous prick pushing into her, stretching her pussy to new and greater size, inching deep into her belly till she had it all--every last fraction of its lovely long length -inside her hungry body. But first she had to kiss it! It was such a wonderful fuck stick that it seemed the proper thing to do. Taking it into her pussy without first honoring it with a kiss would be a gross insult to such magnificent male beauty.
Bubbling with enthusiasm now, Alta lovingly pulled the head of Book's rod down to the level of her willing mouth. Pursing her soft lips, she moved her head forward and planted a kiss directly at the tip of his black organ. The clear fluid oozing from Book's dick seeped between her lips and Alta unhesitatingly licked it into her mouth. The heady taste spurred her on. Groaning softly, she held to his thick shaft and rubbed her smooth cheek sensually back and forth over his warm glans.
Out of the corner of her eye, Alta could see her husband sitting on the edge of his chair, excitedly watching her every move. Deciding to give Lloyd a real show, she flashed out with her pink tongue again and again, moving her head rapidly as she licked every inch of Book's massive black cock. In less than a minute her saliva covered his tool entirely, making it glisten under the light like a fine piece of polished ebony. Saving the under-surface of Book's peter till last, Alta joyously dropped her head and looked up at his grinning face as she tickled along the bottom with her darting tongue and nipping lips. She teased the big sensitive vein clear back till she ran out of dick to lick and was burying her puffy lips into the wrinkled skin of his scrotum.
The way his balls jiggled against her cheek was pure delight. They were warm and delicate, and the hair on his bag tickled her cheek in a most pleasant manner. Alta felt that Book's lovely nuts needed kissing, too, and at once she lowered her face to do so. She extended her tongue and flicked at the bottom of his bag, batting his balls to and fro very gently. Then, overcome with lust, she opened her mouth wide and took both his succulent testicles into her mouth. Tightening her lips around his hairy, wrinkled bag, Alta sucked down harshly on Book's nuts, licking wildly with her tongue as she made his balls jerk and dance inside her mouth.
"Christ, baby, that's enough!" Book gasped, pushing at her forehead with the heel of his hand.
A lascivious slurp sounded when Alta let his balls pop wetly from her suctioning mouth. "I thought you'd like that," she said, then went immediately back to licking his wet dick.
Book took her face between his hands and lifted her to her feet. "It was great," he said, pulling her body tightly against his and cupping her buttocks to lift her mouth to his. "It was too good. I'm about to come."
"Not yet," Alta pleaded, for she wanted Book's cock deep in her belly when he orgasmed. Their faces were at the same level now, and Alta locked both her arms and legs around his body, holding to him and kissing lightly all over his black face. "Wait awhile, please. Put it in me before you shoot off, honey."
Book closed his eyes. "Hold still," he ordered. Alta clung to him, not moving a muscle, just watching his face as he fought to regain control of his emotions. A moment later his face again relaxed. He let her down till her feet touched the floor, then turned her loose. "Okay, baby," he said. "Everything's all right, now. I'm ready if you are."
"Yes. Oh, yes, darling," Alta exclaimed, taking his hand and pulling him atop her as she sank to her back on the carpet.
Getting quickly into position, Alta shut her eyes and let her creamy white thighs fall open for the black giant. She tilted her pelvis slightly, to make it easier for the monster cock to penetrate her small pussy. Then, her lower lip trembling in anticipation, she waited for the painful insertion to begin.
Book knelt between Alta's widespread thighs, his face reflecting the urgency within him as he drank in her beauty. Holding himself back, he reached out and stroked her legs and stomach and vulva, letting his open hands move slowly over her smooth skin. "Jesus, baby," he groaned. "You've got the finest body and the hairiest pussy I ever saw. Beautiful... just beautiful."
Alta opened her eyes and smiled up at him. She held open her arms, inviting him to come down over her body. "Fuck me," she whispered hotly. "Now, darling! Hurry! Give me your wonderful cock!"
Further dallying was now impossible for Book. He came suddenly atop Alta, pressing his heavy body thoughtlessly upon her, locking his mouth to her and thrusting his tongue deep into her willing mouth as he fumbled to penetrate her. The head of his dick hit everywhere but into the moist opening of her hairy slit. Impatiently, Alta reached down between their bodies and took his thick rod in her eager hand, guiding his glans to the proper spot, helping him.
His bulbous black knob pressed forcefully into the moist, slippery opening of her hungry cunt, bringing a moan of agonized joy from them both. The pain began for Alta, but it was strangely sweet to her in her present condition. She let her legs fall weakly open a bit more, grunting into Book's mouth as his glans struggled to stretch her inner lips enough to make passage through them possible. A silent scream rose in her throat as he gave a sudden lunge, driving his enormous glans part way through her inner cunt lips only to have it wedge there and stop. The pain his black stanchion caused as it kept probing to dilate her enough for entrance made her sob incessantly, the pitiful sounds rushing wetly and all muffled into his mouth.
"God, you're tight!" Book wailed, lighting his face and looking down into her pained expression. "Does it hurt much, baby?"
Blinking up at him, licking her lips, Alta hissed, "Much! Oh, God! It's too big... too goddamned big!"
"You want me to stop?"
"No!" she quickly answered. "Don't stop... for God's sake, don't stop now! Push... ohhh... harder!
Yesss... oh, crap... shove it in deep! Hard... fast and hard! Do it quick... before I pass out!!!"
The expression on Lloyd's face mirrored almost as much pain as that in his wife's features. He hung precariously to the edge of his chair by his tensed buttocks, gripping his own throbbing organ as he watched his wife steel herself for the big Negro's brutal thrust. For a moment he thought of stopping the impossible union, of rushing out to the center of the room and knocking the huge black stud from his place between Alta's wide-open thighs before penetration was effected. My Lord, he thought, what have I done? Alta's lovely cunt will never be the same after this! If Book's monstrous black cock doesn't tear her, it will surely leave her stretched and loose forevermore! The sudden realization brought him shakily to his feet, but before he'd taken his first step toward them it was too late.
Book's protuberant buttocks tensed for action; then, as a shrill scream broke from Alta's quivering lips, Lloyd saw Book hunch wildly and drive the full length of his ungodly dick full into her shuddering body. A soft splat added to the sound of Alta's tortured voice, caused by the arcing motion of Book's heavy balls hitting firmly into the crack of her writhing ass.
For some moments it sounded as if Alta were dying. Lloyd stood transfixed, watching and listening as she sobbed aloud and wiggled about in an effort to ease her painful impalement. Book didn't move at all, merely lay atop Alta, letting his thick pole soak inside her vagina as she became accustomed to it. When Alta suddenly threw her arms around the Negro and once again locked her mouth passionately to his, Lloyd couldn't believe his eyes. His ears had evidence of her new-found joy, also, for there was a gurgling of pure bliss coming from her throat. Without warning, Lloyd's cock sprayed forth cum in gushes, sending the spiraling jets of white juice several feet from his body to hit silently on the carpet and collect in a warm pool. He sank weakly back to his chair and reached for his drink. "You all right now?" Book asked.
Alta moaned deliriously. She hugged Book tightly, wrapping her calves over his legs and kissing him peckingly about his grinning face. "I'm ruined," she said ecstatically. "Utterly and totally ruined!"
Book chuckled. "It don't sound like you mind."
"Mmm... darling! How could I mind when I'm in heaven? I never knew it could be like this, Book. Jesus God, you've gotta have the best fuck stick in the whole world! I love it! Even when I was sure it was killing me, I still loved it! My womb is pushed clear up in my throat!"
"The pain's all gone now?"
"What pain? I don't know where pain leaves off and pleasure begins any more. Fuck me, daddy. Give it to me like I've never had it before. Rip me apart... tear me asunder... don't pay any attention to me if I yell or cry... just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!!"
A smug grin creeping over his handsome black face, Book slowly pulled his gigantic cock from Alta's tautly stretched pussy. He withdrew until only part of his glans remained inside her snug vagina. Alta quivered from head to toe, thoroughly entranced. She whimpered soulfully at the way her cunt lips clung so tightly to the thick shaft. She could feel them being pulled out from her body, and it was utterly delicious. Her pussy sucked at Book's dick, trying to vacuum it back into her vagina. All swollen and slippery, her slick, hair-covered lips distended around Book's ebony pole, jerkily losing more and more of it.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, when Book stopped at the end of his first outstroke. Her arms moved down his body, her hands shaking as she cupped his tensed buttocks. "Slam it to me, daddy!"
Pulling Book into her as he hunched suddenly, Alta shut her eyes and made a deathlike croaking around at the flood of pleasure his swollen hot glans sent careening throughout her twitching body. Fast and hard it sped up her tight vagina, restretching it painlessly now. Alta shrieked with joy as Book's glans hit forcefully into the tender opening of her cervix, jarring her womb and opening its mouth partially to take in the tip of his lovely hot knob.
"Oh, Book! Book!" she gasped, digging her long nails into the hard cheeks of his butt to hold him deep inside her fluttering belly. "Hold deep," she begged.
Instantly Book relaxed, letting the full weight of his massive body press upon Alta. Moaning under the heavy Negro, reveling at being so completely impaled and used bv him, Alta panted for breath and rubbed her soft, flattened white tits eagerly against his hard, hairy chest. With much effort, she rocked her pelvis up and down and from side to side, letting her cervix flip maddeningly back and forth over the head of his fully planted rod.
Again and again she whimpered, "Darling, darling, darling," each time his glans stroked into the mouth of her womb and opened it a bit wider. Soon it was not merely a flicking sensation, but his glans w as entering her very womb itself, dilating it more and more each time she rocked her pelvis, going deeper and deeper. Alta felt lightheaded with what she knew was happening. It seemed as if her cervix was opening like a flower, offering the honey inside her womb to the big black bumblebee knocking so delightfully at its gate. She'd read of such a thing, but had never really believed it possible for a womb to actually open and take in a thing so large as a man's glans, especially one so large as Book's. But now she could feel it happening--to her!--and nothing she'd ever experienced before compared with it! It was the most total and intense sensation of her life, and she wiggled about frantically to stretch the mouth of her womb over the velvety head of Book's godlike cock and take it into the very core of her being.
There was no pain involved, she dimly realized; but even if it killed her she had to have it, had to know this ultimate joy of total impalement. Suddenly everything in life paled hut the waves of indescribable pleasure washing over her as the fat black cock head worked deeper and deeper into her centermost feminine organ. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut now, her face screwed up till it was unrecognizable. A constant stream of blissful sobs rolled over her puffy, trembling lips. One thing only filled her mind as she jerkily rocked her pelvis-Get it! Open up and get that, heavenly dick inside your womb, Alta! Get it! Get it!
"Do you know what you're doing?" Book gasped, himself astonished by the reality of Alta's womb opening up around his probing glans and permitting it to ease inside little by little.
"Yesss," Alta moaned, digging her fingers into his ass and rocking him against her. "Help me, darling... help me take it into my very soul!"
The head of Book's cock was wedged tightly into the parting mouth of Alta's womb, now. Both of them were near out of their minds with the scrumptiousness of it. Book began hunching in little motions, trying to compress their fatty pubic mounds and get all his glans into her uterus. And Alta, panting and moaning as Book emitted animallike grunts, met his every push, adding her own efforts in their common endeavor at such an unlikely connection. But each tiny thrust sent the head of Book's dick farther into the godawful tightness of Alta's cervix, and the deeper it went the more ecstatic they became. Soon, bringing a sound like nothing human up from both of their chests to mix in the air and echo around the large room, the head of Book's cock popped suddenly through the tiny mouth of Alta's womb and filled her most feminine and central organ.
Alta stiffened like a board, bucking her pelvis high into the air, carrying the heavy weight of Book's body with her as she raised her trembling butt off the floor and shuddered deliciously from the new sensation. "Oh, my God!" she chanted, "Oh, my God! over and over, her voice hoarse and guttural.
Finally, weak and sobbing, Alta fell back to the carpet and let her arms and legs drop away from Book's body. She opened her eyes and looked up incredulously at his tense face. "Black is beautiful," she sobbed. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!"
"Are you coming, baby?" Book asked. "I feel you contracting all around me. Jesus... oh, it's good! Sweet pussy, hot and juicy and tight!"
"Coming?" Alta rasped. "I'm dying... fading away!"
"I can't hold back," Book gasped, pressing his cock in farther, touching the top lining of her womb with his hot twitching glans. "I'm coming, baby... coming now!"
"Ooouu," Alta sighed, again throwing her arms and legs around him. "Yes! Yes, darling, I feel you! Damn... oh goddamn! Shoot it!"
As if an answer to her passionate pleading, the first hot jet of Book's juice erupted from the throbbing head of his cock and hit forcefully into the top of her womb. The warm cum splattered and spread in all directions, trickling and dripping down the walls of her womb, surrounding his glans and pumping up her sensitive organ like a balloon as more and more spurting jets followed in rapid, rhythmic succession.
"Sweet dick... sweet dick... sweet dick," Alta panted, holding to Book as if he were her savior, feeling the powerful spray of his sperm gushing hotly into her womb and filling it to overflowing. Dimly she was aware of a washover of sperm from her small womb. It oozed out between her tightly gripping cervix and Book's thick shaft, washing down her vagina because there was no room for it to collect there. It came out in a white, slippery ring around the base of his deeply inserted prick, fluttering her taut cunt lips as it washed over them. Then, as Alta moaned deliriously, Book's overflow of copious juice trickled down the crack of her open ass and collected in the winking brown ring of her asshole. Another wave oozed from her pussy, bigger this time, gushing down the gully of her quivering butt and sweeping past her anus to pool beneath her and seep into the carpet.
"Come, darling! Come deep and hot and long! Bathe my guts with your juice! Yesss... oh, sweet Jesus... Yes! Yes!"
As Book gruntingly poured more and more cum into her shuddering body, Alta writhed about under him in total abandon. Her voice kept urging him on, begging for more cum, telling him and everyone in the room how wonderful it felt spurting right into her womb. When his orgasmic juice was finally depleted, Alta lay blubbering incoherently, her arms and legs thrashing jerkily about and flailing the carpet. "Never," she sobbed, "never in my most fantastic dreams!"
For a while Book lay calmly atop her, catching his breath. His dick lost only part of its hardness, and then only for a moment, for Alta kept moaning and working her vagina and womb, milking him back to another throbbing erection. "Don't take it out," she begged weakly. "Leave it in me. Let it soak. I want more... much more! Can you go again? Please!"
Book chuckled. "I can if you can take it, baby. Sure you wouldn't like to take a breather first?"
"I want to stay like this forever... maybe die hooked up to you this way!" Alta exclaimed. "God, isn't fucking the greatest thing in the world, though?"
"I ain't never found nothing better," Book laughed.
"Me neither, darling. Fuck me some more. Stroke that lovely black rod nice and slow. Pull it all the way out, then sink it gently all the way back in me till you tickle my tonsils!"
In complete control of himself now, Book did as she asked. He very slowly pulled back, both of them gasping as the swollen head of his dick popped jerkily from her womb. Alta thought she would die. The sudden loss of his pleasure-giving glans from her womb was almost unbearable. It left her feeling so empty deep inside. She groaned in protest, lying deathly still as he withdrew his long, fat cock till the head was gone and was rubbing up and down the length of her puffy, cum-drenched vulva.
"Don't tease me, darling," she whined, moving her hips about in an effect to recapture his dick. "Give it back. Put it back in me!"
With great patience, Book pressed the head of his rod between her steaming cunt lips and entered her with the slowest, most deliberate stroke he could manage. Alta begged him to shove in deep, to forget what she'd said about being nice and gentle with her; but Book merely grinned down at her tortured face and fed his cock into her hungry, gulping pussy at his own sweet pace. It was tormenting to Alta, unbearable yet blissfully bittersweet at the same time. She cursed Book and beat at his buttocks with her small ineffective fists, trying to drive his cock on into her as a carpenter might drive a big nail into a piece of hard wood. It was like trying to drive a railroad spike with a tack hammer, and finally Alta gave up in frustration. She fell back whimpering to the floor, unable to thrust up her cunt and take in her instrument of intense want because Book's hand held her hips pinned to the floor. He wouldn't let her move at all, just kept feeding cock slowly into her, enjoying the expression of raging lust which had come over her pretty face.
When finally the hot head of Book's delicious prick wedged into her cervix again, Alta sucked in her breath and groaned mournfully. "Push it, darling... push! I need it so! Need it... so much!"
But Book would not be hurried. He inched his bulbous black glans slowly and gently into Alta's quivering womb for the second time, listening to her sigh deep down in her chest, enjoying the way she squirmed happily beneath him almost as much as he enjoyed the fantastic sensation of entering her uterus this time. It was still a struggle to penetrate her innermost organ, but now the fit was not quite so tight. Book decided to loosen it up some more, to prepare Alta for real screwing.
Much to Alta's delight, Book began jabbing his cock in and out of her in carefully measured short thrusts. Out would pop his glans from her womb, only to be jammed back into it before the sensation of it leaving had time to register fully on her lust-dimmed brain. She lay helpless and weak, thrilling bone deep to the marvelous feeling of Book's big glans popping in and out of her dancing and jiggling uterus. A second orgasm consumed her, making her body pass through a series of violent tremors and causing her to sob brokenly. Through it all Book kept snapping the knobby head of his prick in and out of her contracting womb like a nervous seamstress fiddling with a newly sewed on snap on a garment. Looser and looser became her womb, until it was dilated and relaxed enough for Book to thrust his glans in and out easily, with nothing more than a delightful jiggle of her insides. Alta was blissfully looking up into his grinning face, letting him do with her as he chose, enjoying being reamed deep inside, loving the way her guts were being tossed about by the fat cock stroking within her so snugly.
"Okay, baby," Book warned, "the warming up exercises are over. It's time to get down to some serious fucking. Are you ready for it?"
Then she could not speak at all, for Book began screwing her in earnest. As his black ass rose and fell above her, Alta clung tightly to her, gasping for breath. Her face clearly showed the intense pleasure his long, rapid strokes pumped into her body. All shiny and covered with her slick secretions Book's organ flashed into view. He hunched furiously, taking long but swift jabs, his glistening ebony rod dipping madly in and out of her seething honey pot.
A constant stream of blissfull utterances issued from Alta's quivering mouth, most of them raspy and incoherent. So caught up was she in the wild union that nothing else mattered. Book humping her was the only reality for Alta's feverish mind. At the moment she wouldn't have been able to recall her own name. One orgasm after another passed through her, making of her a primeval thing, a female animal in heat. Her intelligence was soon completely obliterated, leaving her to function on a purely subconscious level. Her pleasure-seeking id took possession of her, driving her on and on, shattering all her inhibitions and moral restraints.
Juice boiled within her loins, oozing from her tightly stretched cunt and soaking both Book's and her pubic hair. As he hit into her forcefully, little wet slapping sounds filled the room. Sweat popped out on them both, making their bodies slippery and shiny. Book's frenzied thrusts were so hard they scooted her trembling buttocks over the carpet. Alta loved it, the wild and totally animalistic nature of their joining. It was so uncivilized, so back to nature, so incredibly soul consuming!
Book's bony fingers dug into her shoulders, where he gripped her harshly to keep her from sliding away. Each time he hit deep into her, Alta moaned deliriously. The knoblike head of his prick jarred her womb when it entered and pulled it down out of place when he withdrew. Her soft ass was jostled back and forth on the carpet, up as he slammed brutally into her and down as his fingers bit into her shoulders and jerked her cunt full over his long organ.
The top of his dick was like a dog's favorite bone, ridged smoothly and unevenly from repeated chewings. Taking full advantage of his cock's uneven topside, Book rode Alta high, letting his shaft bend slightly inside her vagina so the rough upper surface remained in constant contact with her swollen and supersensitive clitoris. To Alta it was like having a vibrator on her clit, only much better and more satisfying. The way her pleasure button was buffeted about sent her near out of her head. She had so many orgasms in such rapid succession she lost count. It seemed to her never to stop, but to be one unbelievable and unending climax swirling around inside her torso.
On the very verge of insanity, she hooked her legs over Book's and clamped her vagina tightly around his plunging cock. "Oh God! I can't take it any more! Come, darling... hurry... hurry!"
Book was hurrying as fast as he could. His face was screwed up in the sweet agony of impending orgasm; and his strokes were shortening now, becoming jerky and uncoordinated. His big balls pulled up tight against his sweaty body. Then, grunting and shaking his head, he slammed in deep and held, his ass twitching along with his glans. Alta let out a shrill cry, then sobbed brokenly as his copious sperm shot deep inside her belly, again filling her cunt to overflowing.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Book pulled his long, limbering cock from her still-convulsing pussy, Alta was dimly aware of another man excitedly taking his place between her trembling legs. She moaned weakly in protest, refusing to open her eyes or have any part in it. It seemed not to matter to the man, for he said nothing as he thrust his organ into her body. Alta wanted to laugh. The cock which had replaced Book's was so tiny and ineffective in comparison. She could barely feel it jabbing rapidly in and out of her sloppy, stretched cunt.
Then the man was also kissing her passionately; and she did not laugh, for his kiss was strangely familiar. She opened her eyes and looked into his lust-racked face. It was Lloyd, her own husband.
"Alta," he croaked. "Oh, my darling... my darling!"
"Lloyd? Jesus, honey, I can hardly feel you. Have you got it in me?"
"Oh shit!" Lloyd moaned. "Yes, darling, it's in... but son of a bitch... I can hardly tell it, either. Good Lord, your cunt is twice as big as before! What have I done? Letting you screw that goddamned giant... what have I done? Oh, Christ, everything's ruined now."
"It'll be all right, Lloyd. In a few days I'll be back to normal... then it'll be nice and tight for you again," Alta soothed.
"Noo," Lloyd moaned. "You'll never be satisfied with me again... not after that black stud bastard. Oh, God! I know how much you liked him fucking you. I could tell. You loved it, didn't you? Admit it."
"Yessss... oh, yes! Damn, Lloyd, it was simply marvelous! Did you watch us, honey? Was it a good show? Is that what made you so hot? watching me take on that black giant?"
"I saw it all," Lloyd said, his voice telling of the mixed emotions within him. "Most everyone wound up watching you and Book. For crying out loud, baby, I've never seen anything so damned sexy as you going out of your head over his big dick. Oh crap... how'll I ever satisfy you after that?"
Alia couldn't answer his question, for at the moment his erratically plunging penis was having no effect on her whatsoever. She glanced about the room. If everyone had been watching her, she couldn't tell it. All the Negroes were at the bar now, naked still, with their drooping peters dripping milky drops as they talked and sipped their drinks. Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, every man was now with his own wife. They were doing different things, some kissing only, some screwing and kissing like she and Lloyd. One very young white wife was crying, her husband silting in front of her and glaring angrily into her face. Vera and Bill were sitting against the wall, his arm about her shoulders, both of them grinning as they sipped drinks and surveyed the reaction of their guests.
"How will I ever satisfy you after that?" Lloyd was still mumbling. "Don't leave me, Alta. I love you so much, darling."
"Oh, Lloyd," she cooed. "I'm not going to leave you, darling. You're my husband. I love you with all my heart and soul!"
In his intense excitement and terrible mental anguish, Lloyd seemed not to hear her reassuring words. Alia took him in her arms and cradled him to her, stroking her moist palms lovingly over his back.
"Shit," he muttered. "This isn't doing a thing for you, is it?"
Alta thought of lying, then replied truthfully instead, "Not much, I'm afraid. But don't worry about it, darling. Time will bring everything back to normal."
"I've ruined you," Lloyd groaned, "sacrificed you on the altar of my lust I've let the sweetest pussy in all the world be reamed double in size, and for what? All for the sake of a goddamned voyeuristic thrill! What a miserable prick I am!"
"No, Lloyd. Don't say that, darling."
"I'll make it up to you, Alta. Right now. I'll show you how much I love you. I'll give you pleasure. I'll do something you love, something that never fails to turn you on."
With that, Lloyd pulled his dick from her yawning cunt and began hotly kissing down her body. For a moment, because of her satiated condition, Alta was confused. She felt her husband's lips working feverishly over her sweaty flesh, kissing every inch of her body as he moved lower and lower. Over half of her large til was sucked greedily into Lloyd's wide-open mouth, then the other, sending a shiver of response through her reawakening senses. But before she had time to fully enjoy his hot mouth working at her tits, he kissed down her stomach and stuck the tip of his wet tongue into her navel, swirling it about as his hands kneaded her warm buttocks. Lower yet he went, his flashing tongue leaving a wet trail of saliva as it zigzagged delightfully over her lower abdomen.
The lip of his tongue lapped along the top of her hairy triangle, giving Alta a jolt as she realized what he ultimately-intended. "Lloyd?" she gasped. "No, darling. Oh, God, don't I'm in such a mess down there. Ohh... please don't kiss me there. It isn't necessary. Lloyd? Lloyd? Do you hear me?"
She fought to raise her head. In her weakened condition it was quite an effort. The expression on her husband's face startled her; and she knew then how frantic he was, how terribly excited and guilty and fearful of losing her he really was. He was staring at her pussy, his eyes clearly showing his inner torment. Alta whimpered and let her head drop back to the floor. She didn't have the energy at the moment to stop Lloyd from doing what he seemed so intent upon.
The godawful sight of his wife's abused pussy sent icy fingers gripping Lloyd's heart. It hypnotized him; he gawked at her gaping chasm in disbelief as the bittersweet pain welled up inside his chest. Her dense pubic hair was soaked with sweat and a mixture of hers and the Negro's sex juices, stuck to her skin in tight ringlets, glistening wetly under the glare of light.
Standing all red and inflamed at the top of her cunt was Alta's much buffeted clitoris, so enlarged now that it looked like a tiny peter. The larger lips of her puss were open wide, swollen and puffy and covered with a coating of Book's sperm. They seemed to wink at Lloyd, to shimmer brightly. A rope of cum hung from her steaming slit, trailing past her quivering anus and running riverlike through the gorge of her buttocks.
Inside, her smaller lips were the color of bright crimson. They too were standing open, giving Lloyd a look up her dilated vagina, where strings of white jizz clung obscenely to the velvety walls of her enlarged sheath.
A whimpering sob escaped Lloyd's throat. Then, oblivious of the watchful eyes of Vera and Bill, he opened his mouth wide and shoved his face into Alta's fresh-fucked pussy. Moaning mournfully, he plunged his tongue deep into her vagina and licked furiously at her soft, slick walls the way she so loved him to do. As he screwed his tongue up and down her cum-drenched tunnel, he flicked her fiery clit by working his upper lip back and forth over the edges of his top teeth. Within seconds he heard his wife heave a pleasured sigh. It filled his heart with joy. He was still able to give her pleasure, after all.
Wanting to resist but unable to do so, Alta opened her legs to best advantage and tilted her cunt snugly against Lloyd's face. She reached down and took his head with her hands, holding him tightly to her, popping her clit over the edges of his teeth as his tongue kept working deep inside her vagina.
"Oh, Lloyd... ! Good... that's so good! Jesus, how messy it must be for you... but don't stop... not now! Suck me, darling... harder... ouuu! Yes! Oh, yesss... turn me WRONG SIDE OUT!!!"
It was awfully messy, but Lloyd didn't mind in the least. Alta's ragged plea told him how much pleasure he was giving her, and that was all that mattered to him at the moment. Responding instantly to her passionate urging, he sucked down harshly on her pussy. A mass of slippery male fuck juice gushed into his mouth. Reflexively he swallowed it down and went right on sucking for all he was worth, drawing Alta's swollen cunt lips into his mouth and nipping and licking at them as she shuddered deliciously against his face. He worked himself around and offered her his throbbing cock. Immediately she took it into her mouth, cupping his buttocks and holding him to her, sucking him as wildly as he sucked her, till they both exploded joyously.
For nearly an hour after that the party drooped. Other than the nudity of all the guests, it was no more exciting nor erotic than a regular social function where drinks are served. People sat about and talked while sipping drinks. Occasionally a couple got up enough energy to dance, but all in all everyone seemed satiated and tuckered out. The Negro studs, who had moments earlier been the highlight of the affair, now seemed out of place. They put on their uniforms and left. Book stopped by to say good bye to Alta on his way thought the living room.
"It was a real blast, baby," he said, grinning broadly. "If you ever want to get together again, let Bill know. He can always reach me."
As Lloyd looked on sulkily, Alta let Book take her in his strong arms and kiss her. She was amazed to find herself quickly responding to his deeply thrust tongue. Before she lost control, she pulled away and smiled unsurely at him. "I may take you up on your offer," she whispered, so Lloyd couldn't hear. "God, Book, you've got the most fantastic prong. I have a feeling I'll need another fix soon. I think maybe I'm hooked."
He chuckled softly, cupping her soft butt. "I never thought of myself as a pusher; but I'll be glad to give you an injection whenever you feel the need, just remember that."
"I will, honey. Good night."
"See you, baby."
Alta watched Book move across the room and shut the door behind him. A sense of loss swept over her. God, how big and black and handsome he was, and so masculine! She knew he'd be in her dreams in the near future, and she wondered if Lloyd would permit her to see him again. She wanted to, even if she had to sneak to do it.
Lloyd let out a little snort as she sat back down beside him on the couch. "Good riddance," he muttered. "It was a bad idea Bill had."
Alta was in no mood to argue. She was much too relaxed and content. "I suppose," she agreed.
"What do you mean, you suppose? You're cunt's loose and sloppy and you merely suppose? Christ, that fuckin' buck nearly ruined you for me. I like a tight puss, goddamn it."
"Yes, Lloyd," she said, realizing for the first time how drunk her husband was getting. "Ill be fine in a few days."
"Better be, damn it. If I wanted to fuck a cow's box, I would have bought one."
"That's enough, Lloyd!"
He blinked, then tried to pass it off as a joke. But Alta knew better. She handed him her empty glass; and as she watched him weaving toward the bar, she felt resentment for her husband for the first time in their marriage. He had no right to take it out on her. After all, it was because of his urging that she allowed Book to enter her in the first place. When Lloyd returned with their fresh drinks, Alta took hers silently from his hand and tilted it up. Nearly half of it was gone when she lowered her glass.
Alta lit a cigarette and sat smoking and sipping the rest of her drink. Her body ached pleasantly. Every nerve in her was at peace. She lay back her head and closed her eyes when she'd finished her smoke, drifting into the pleasant haze on the wakeful side of slumber. The party noises kept her from actually going to sleep. "Are you the one?" she kept hearing a feminine voice ask, and each lime the question was followed by a curse or a squeal from other feminine voices.
Dimly Alta sensed someone approaching her. It was a girl, judging from the fragrance of perfume which preceded the physical contact. She felt fingers close about one of her sensitive nipples. A spear of pain shot through her as the unseen fingers tightened down rather suddenly. Alta left her eyes closed and sighed, letting the fingers pinch yet tighter into her brown nipple.
"Yes," the feminine voice said with satisfaction. "You're the one whose tits I pinched while we were undressing. It had to be you. You're the only girl left."
With her eyes still shut, Alta smiled up serenely at the girl. "I'm the one," she admitted, savoring the sex pain given by the girl's still-pinching fingertips.
"You want to do it again?" the girl asked. "Pinch each other?"
"I'm too content to hurt anyone now," Alta murmured.
"Good. That makes it all the better. I want to hurt you, though; and, by God, I'm going to."
Before Alta could speak, the girl took her other nipple and pinched both her tender buds as hard as she could. A loud gasp sounded throughout the room as Alta stiffened and sucked in her breath.
"There... there!" the girl shouted, suddenly sitting on Alta's legs and twisting her rapidly hardening nipples till Alta thought she would rip them from her body.
Resistance was the farthest thing from Alta's mind. What the girl was doing to her was utterly delicious. The pain grew sharper yet as the girl twisted her nipples brutally this way and that. All Alta could do was let her head roll from side to side on the backrest of the couch, whimpering like a dog being whipped.
"You like it, don't you?" the girl hissingly demanded. "Pain turns you on, doesn't it, baby?"
"Yess! Oh, my God... yesss! It's so new to me... just learned how lovely pain is tonight! Hurt me, darling! Really hurt me!"
"Damn right, I'll hurt you," the girl hissed. "I found a new side of my personality tonight too, thanks to you."
"My boobs... harder! Pinch harder! Twist them off... use your fingernails now!"
"Gladly, my dear. Just what I had in store for you next.
Alta steeled herself as the girl's long fingernails dug into the soft brown aureole behind her hard nipples. Nothing but fingernails touched her flesh now, sharp and long, biting deeper and deeper. "Ohhh... oh, darling," Alta sighed.
Then the sharp nails tore at her nipples, scratching and pulling and twisting till Alta was sobbing and writhing about in ecstasy, on the verge of a pain-caused climax. The more she bucked and moaned the harder the girl twisted and tugged at her raw nipples. Finally she could stand it no longer. She threw her head wildly about, shouting shrilly for all to hear; "I'm coming... coming! Oh God! It hurts so much! Darling! Ohhh... damn, damn, damn!!!"
By the time Alta had regained her senses, the other guests were standing before her in a half-circle, each of them staring at her with interest. Everyone except Lloyd was looking at her, that is, for her husband was slumped beside her on the couch, snoring in the dark nothingness of alcoholic stupor.
"I think we've got us an honest to goodness masochist," Bill said. "Look at Alta's face, Vera. Have you ever seen such ecstasy?"
Vera appeared delighted with the discovery. She said, "I think you're right, Bill. Let's give her the works and see how she takes to it."
"Right, honey," Bill agreed. "You get the leather straps and I'll carry her back to the last bedroom."
Alta's eyes grew wide with fright as Vera hurried away and Bill came toward her. "No. No, don't Leave me alone, Bill."
Her words went in one of his ears and right out the other. Bill laughed as he bent over her, then hooked one hand under her knees and wrapped his other arm around her back. He lifted her with ease and started walking off with her kicking and screaming.
"Come on," Bill called over his shoulder. "Everyone gets to whip her a little."
"Bill," Alta pleaded, "let me down. For God's sake, don't do this to me! You can't be serious... can you?"
By the time he answered, "Wait and see," Alta realized they were at the end of the, long hall. She felt terror rising in her chest as Bill turned into the last bedroom and flicked on the light. There was nothing in the last bedroom and flicked on the light. There was nothing in the room but a bed, a high bed, with leather restraints fastened to each of the four sturdy bedposts. Tears were streaming down her cheeks when Bill stopped at the side of the bed and ignominiously dumped her face down upon it. She fought against him, keeping him from securing her ankle with one of the restraints until two of the men came into the room and Bill got them to help him. She gave up then, sobbing piteously as the two men held her helpless while Bill secured her to the bed, spread-eagling her on her stomach, attaching her ankles and wrists firmly to the four comers of the special bed. She panicked when they took their hands off her, and struggled vainly to get herself loose from the harsh leather bonds.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was no use. The harder Alta strained at her bonds the tighter they became. The other guests filed into the bedroom, men and women with eyes glazed partly by too much liquor and partly from lust at what they were about to do to the beautiful and helpless young woman struggling and crying on the high bed. The whole thing seemed so absurd to Alta, so completely wicked; yet she knew it was happening, that it was not some grotesque scene from a bad x-rated movie. A woman was going to be whipped, and that woman was her!
"Oh God, Bill," she begged, her voice breaking because of the tremendous fear she now suffered, "please don't do this awful thing to me!"
Bill reached out and rubbed her jiggling butt. "We're just going to whip you a little, baby," he said, then swatted her soundly on her nearest buttocks and made an ugly red imprint of his big hand.
Bucking under his blow, Alta yelled out shrilly and turned her head to look pleadingly up into his grinning face. The strong leather bonds bit into her wrists and ankles. "Why? Dear God... why?"
Everyone was drunk enough by now to think her question funny. As they all began to laugh, Alta groaned aloud and buried her face into the bedspread. Bitter sobs racked her body. Tears overflowed her eyes and wetted the spread beneath her face. Dimly she heard Vera enter the room.
The leather straps trailing from Vera's hand were wicked little things. She had one for each of the guests and quickly moved around the bed passing them out. The straps were two feet in length, about as wide as a wooden yardstick, made of rawhide. The rawhide had been pounded some, taking part of the stiffness from the leather, but the straps remained stiff enough to allow rather harsh blows on bare skin. They were, however, soft enough to prevent cutting blood unless a very strong man became wildly agitated and plunged into a frenzied fit of unchecked sadism.
Alta turned pale at the sight of all the naked men and women standing around her holding their leather straps in readiness. Her body began trembling violently, and she begged them not to beat her, pleaded to be let up. To no avail. The more pitiful her quavering voices became the wider the grins on all the leering faces grew. The tit-pinching girl was especially pleased with this unexpected development. Alta could read the extreme lust in her face and eyes. She dropped her gaze from the girl's evil expression and moaned into the bed.
"Let's stroke her first," Vera suggested.
The tip of one leather strap touched the small of her back. Alta sucked in her breath and shivered. Then other strap tips began lightly contracting her body, from the nape of her neck all the way down to the soles of her feet. Alta whimpered and held herself deathly still. It was as if they were tickling her with feathers. Up and down her body moved the cool leather, delicately, soothingly. It was incredible, but she found herself responding to the feathery stroking. In short seconds she could not deny the pleasure of it, and her whimpers turned from anguished sounds and took on a tone of sexuality.
Unable to stop herself, Alta began writhing about, looking from one side of the bed to the other. All the faces were smiling down at her, silently asking if she liked the sensual stroking of the leather straps over her smooth skin. They were torturing her, she knew, dallying, teasing, for soon the gentle caressing would turn to biting and stinging lashes. Even so, she could not help returning their taunting smiles; and her face took on a mixture of half-smile and half-terror. Her eyes were wide, beginning to glaze over with lust. The mental torment of knowing that soon she would be screaming in pain crept slowly from her brain, spreading down through her body till the juices were flowing copiously from her lovely hair pussy. The suspense was awful; but, strangely, Alta found it bittersweetly pleasant as it grew more fearsome and took hold of her entire person. At any moment the caresses would stop, to be followed by a rain of blows which she knew would plunge her directly into hell itself.
Thoroughly confused, Alta quit trying to analyze her feelings and gave herself over to both the pleasant stroking and the intense suspense raging within her. At the moment, what they were doing to her gave her the most scrumptious sensations. There was nothing she could do about later, anyway, so she put it from her mind and started moving her body in an effort to follow the trailing leather straps and heighten the pleasurable sensations they imparted to every inch of her vulnerable backside.
Alta was moaning deliciously and rolling her head about when Vera said, "Enough. She's ready now. I'll take the first lash, then each of you follow suit beginning at my left and moving around the bed. No two straps are to touch her at the same time... understand?"
Her mind now surrounded by a dreamlike fog, Alta lay waiting on the bed. In her present condition she almost welcomed the first blow. Dimly she heard the guests acknowledge their understanding of Vera's instructions. She offered no protest now, did not beg mercy. The suspense had done its work. She no longer feared or dreaded the stings of the straps she knew were soon coming. Something had snapped deep within her, turning the suspense into desire and filling her with an awful hunger. She wanted to taste the straps now, to feel them bite into her writhing flesh. Before the first piece of cruel leather descended upon her, Alta knew it would be a wonderful experience.
It was. She heard the sound of the strap cutting through the air. Involuntarily she clenched her eyes tightly shut and tensed her buttocks. The strap snapped rather than hit solidly. As the tip of Vera's expertly placed strap bit into the cheek of her soft ass, Alta's entire body jerked harshly. She opened her trembling lips and let out a high-pitched scream.
While her agonized voice still reverberated about the room, another strap came down forcefully across her thighs. Again her body jerked reflexively. She screamed again, louder this time because the pain was more intense. A red welt rose immediately on the creamy skin of her upper thighs. Splat! The next vicious blow hit just above the backs of her knees, making her wail out mournfully and try to raise her feet and calves up to protect her abused thighs. She couldn't, of course, for her ankles were still fastened to the sturdy bedposts by the leather restraints.
Blows fell on her calf and foot, then moved to her other leg and started up toward her body. Up her thighs rained the lashes, leaving ugly red welts in their wake. Her buttocks were stinging, her thighs raw. It was only the beginning. The wicked rawhide straps beat rapidfire by her back, each blow still stinging fiercely when the next one came. Down her quaking back on the other side then, until the circle had been completed and once again Vera snapped her strap expertly and nearly took a hunk out of Alta's poor buttock this time.
"OH JESUS... OH GOD!!!" She yelled, bucking furiously now as the straps began hitting her faster and harder. "STOP... I CANT TAKE ITTT!!!"
But they did not stop. Alta thought she would surely die from the sadistic beating they kept happily giving her tortured body. She thrashed about to the limits her bonds would permit, begging unashamedly for mercy, pleading with them to quit, screaming that they were killing her. The rain of blows continued. Her voice grew ragged, then hoarse, till finally she could no longer scream. Her back and ass and legs were flowing when they quit swinging the terrible straps. She felt her ankles and wrists being released from the tight leather bonds. Burning! Her entire backside was on fire!
When her right hand was free, she reached behind her and tremblingly wiped her palm over her ass and thigh. Expecting to see her hand covered with blood, she hesitantly brought it up to her face. There was no blood, she discovered, and she felt a great sense of relief floor through her. She lay moaning and whimpering as her other hand and both her ankles were freed. The heat from her beating seeped into her body. She lay weakly on the bed, not even trying to get up, her body still twitching and jerking although the blows no longer came.
"Alta?"
It was Vera's voice, coming to her as if from afar. "You may get up now, if you'd like."
"No," she moaned. "I don't think I can stand. I don't think I can move."
"How'd you like it?" Bill asked. "Awful... It was terrible!"
"Listen," Bill said, his voice sounding worried now, "I'm sorry if I read you wrong. I thought you'd love it... honest I did, Alta, honey."
"Turn me over," she said.
Being very careful not to touch Alta where her skin looked the most tender, Bill turned her onto her back. The expression on her face made him turn pale. She was not at all a pretty girl at the moment, for her face was screwed into an ugly grimace which mirrored her pain and mental turmoil.
"My tits," Alta gasped.
"What about them, baby?" Bill cautiously inquired.
"Whip them, you son of a bitch! Whip them!"
"But... I thought you didn't like it."
"I loved it," she groaned. "You rotten bastard... I loved it! Whip my tits! Goddamn you all! Whip 'em... Whip 'em!"
Bill and the girl who had taken such keen delight in pinching Alta's lovely breasts began beating harshly with their straps. With each new spear of pair, Alta cursed them more, rolling her head deliriously from side to side and making her tits sway.
"My stomach too!" she ordered, and immediately two more leather straps began working on her soft midsection.
She opened her legs wide, making of her cunt a bull's-eye target. "My pussy!" she croaked. "Whip it... harder! Yesss! Ohh... Oh God! I'm coming! Coming... coming, coming, coming!!!"
The sound of the leather straps hitting her body made Alta's orgasm shudderingly intense, especially the wet report of the cruel leather lashing brutally into her open and swollen cunt. They continued to beat at the moving target of her thrashing and convulsing pinkish-white body as Alta blubbered out her fantastic climax. Had it been one iota more soul consuming she would have passed over the thin line which separated her from total insanity. As it was, she filled the entire house with her broken cries of unbelievable carnal bliss, bucking wildly about on the bed, her mouth drooling saliva and her cunt oozing a copious mass of clear vagina secretions.
When she stopped coming, she held up her trembling arms and opened her legs far apart. "Fuck me!" she rasped. "Somebody fuck me!"
There was not a limber cock in the room. Two men hurried to give Alta what she wanted, one of them shoving the other to the floor and throwing himself atop her body to jam his throbbing organ in her steaming cunt to the very hilt.
"No, goddamn it," she protested, pushing him off her. "I need a cock, not a worm! The biggest... I want the biggest!"
The men compared dicks, the one with the largest getting onto the bed and positioning himself confidently between her eager thighs. He shoved into her, penetrating her fully with one quick thrust. "There, baby. Now you've got the best in the house."
"It's not big enough!" Alta shouted. "Get off!"
The man pulled his prick from her loose cunt as Alta pushed him away. "Book!" she demanded. "Get me Book!"
"I can't get ahold of him at this time of night," Bill explained. "Even if I could, it would be an hour before he'd arrive."
"Listen, baby," Vera said, sitting on the bed beside Alta, patting her.
"Book, Vera," Alta pleaded. "I need Book. I need his lovely big black cock in me! I've got to have it!"
"I know, honey. I know. How would you like an even bigger prick than Book's?"
"There's not one bigger than Book's," Alta moaned.
"Yes there is, Alta, and I can get it for you in a matter of minutes. I don't know if I should or not, though. Christ, I was going to try it before we threw our next party."
"Ill try it," Alta offered. "Whoever the guy is, get him in here quick."
"Shit," Vera muttered, licking nervously at her Hps and glancing up at Bill. "Do we dare let her?"
"Why not? I've never seen a woman more turned on than Alta is at this moment. It can be done. We saw a Mexican whore take it," Bill said.
"Hurry!" Alta begged.
Vera motioned with her head. Bill nodded and left the room. He went through the garage and out into their rear grounds, trotting toward the stable.
"Here, I'll help you up," Vera said, putting her arm under Alta's shoulders and easing her to a sitting position. "We have to go out to the garage."
"What for, Vera?"
"That's where the platform is, honey."
"Platform?"
"Yes, platform. It's not upholstered yet, but we can put a quilt over it so the boards wont chafe your skin."
"I don't understand, Vera. What's wrong with the bed? Why do we need a platform?"
"I might as well tell you, honey. The stud who has this big rod... he isn't a man. He's a donkey, a Mexican burro."
"Oh, Good Lord!" Alta gasped.
"It'll be all right. He knows what to do. He's trained to screw a woman. Bill and I bought him from a whorehouse that puts on special shows," Vera told her, not too confidently.
"Oh, good Lord!" Alta mumbled again.
"You don't have to do it, Alta," Vera said.
"I want to, Vera. God! I wouldn't miss this for the world! Help me. Take me out to the platform."
Vera led Alta from the room, taking her into the garage and spreading a quilt on the platform before she positioned Alta on it. Alta lay waiting for Bill to bring in the donkey, looking up at the boards above her, on which the donkey would prance with his front hoofs while he fucked her. Her legs were open wide, hooked around two polished wooden poles with the backs of her knees tied securely into place, so the donkey couldn't scoot her up the platform if his thrusts became too forceful. She would have to take it as the animal gave it, no matter how rough he got.
A clatter of hoofs sounded outside on the concrete patio behind the house. The back door swung open and Bill led the shaggy burro into the garage. Alta squirmed her head about to get a look at the specially trained animal. Her heart did flip-flops. The donkey's cock hung below his body, big and so black that it had a bluish sheen to it. The head was blunt, almost flat, and even flaccid the animal's organ was thicker than Book's monster had been! Fear rose in her chest, but the intense longing in her loins over-ruled it. The sudden thought of backing out faded as suddenly as it had come, and Alta stared hotly as Vera knelt beside the donkey and began jacking off his cock. Harder and longer and thicker grew the huge penis, until Vera was satisfied it was at full erection.
"Are you ready for this," Vera asked, holding the massive organ in her hand as she looked questioningly at Alta.
"Bring him here... Give it to me!"
Bill helped Vera lead the animal to the platform. They urged him to rear up and place his front hoofs on the boards above Alta. Bill squatted beside the platform and took out an electric cattle prod. Alta held her breath. Bill touched the prod to the donkey's butt. He hunched forward, Vera holding the bluish-black monster in her hand and guiding it to Alta's widespread pussy. The flattened head of the donkey's organ bumped against Alta, parting her cunt lips and making her suck in her breath harshly.
"Oh Jesus!" Alta hissed, squirming against the pain the animal's hard glans caused her. "It's too big! Too big!"
But her protest came loo late, for Bill was again applying the cattle prod to the burro's butt. Vera's hand held the flat glans into Alta's slippery opening. The donkey brayed and stomped the boards over Alta. The animal hunched forward to escape the electric charge coming from the cattle prod, sending his gigantic cock painfully through the tautly stretched lips of Alta's cunt and shoving deep into her belly.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh good God!!" Alta yelled out shrilly.
The stretching and tearing sensation almost made her pass out. The donkey's dick was so big around that Alta felt sure it was at least twice as big as Book's. She could feel the donkey cock pushing deep into her body, shoving her womb out of its way, extending the length of her vagina itself.
A shocking and smothering sensation swept over her as the long fat organ pressed even further in her writhing body. It felt like the blunt head of the donkey's cock was entering her chest. Alta took tiny gasping breaths, her mind reeling with the thought she might die at any second. Then, as she was about to faint dead away, the last of the animal's fantastic penis slipped snugly into her. She felt the coarse hair on his stomach brushing against her soft skin.
"You did it, baby!" Vera shouted. "By God, you did it... took it all... every last inch! How does it feel? Tell me... Oh shit, I'm dying to try it myself!"
Alta blinked weakly at Vera. She tried to smile but couldn't. When she opened her mouth to speak, nothing but a soul-rending groan escaped her quivering lips.
The donkey was indeed trained to fuck a woman. No sooner had the tip of his cock touched the deepened end of Alta's wide-stretched tunnel than it was on its way out. The animal arched his shaggy back jerkily, pulling his glistening bluish-black organ more than halfway from Alta's gripping vagina. The lips of her cunt were stretched to the very limit. As the animal's organ, thicker than a man's wrist, came pulling out, her hairy lips distended about it. They drew out from her body, holding to the instrument of her impalement, gripping it as if reluctant to let it go now that she had once had it all inside her belly.
At the end of the donkey's outstroke, six inches of blue-black cock shone between his body and hers, with at least another six still inside her squirming body. It was not long in view, however, for he humped forward and shoved back full into her. Her cunt lips folded inward, jerking rapidly as she took the full length of the burro's dick for the second time. The smothering sensation was not as great this time. Alta felt the rock-hard pylon hit bottom deep inside her. She blinked her eyes and grunted loudly.
"God, that sounds good!"
Alta turned her head toward the excited female voice as the burro withdrew again. It was the girl who had taken so much pleasure in pinching her tits. She noted with amusement the girl's hand working at her own loins, with three fingers shoved deep into her pussy. A smile started to break across her face but instantly vanished as the donkey sent his massive organ thrusting back into her. He hunched harder this time, jolting her and making her grunt even louder than before.
The burro went at his task in earnest then, hunching quickly and surely, driving his thick cock rhythmically in and out of her tightly gripping pussy. Alta panted for breath. Her mouth hung open and her eyes and hands were clenched shut. Within a few thrusts her vagina had adapted to the girth and length of the blue-black monster cock. Once that happened she forgot about everything else and began to thoroughly enjoy her beast lover.
It was the same as it had been with Book. At first she thought she'd never be able to relax and find pleasure, that she was stretched too much and might be hurt by the size of the penis within her. Soon she realized differently. All the pain ebbed away, leaving her free to concentrate on the incredible sensations careening through her loins.
The friction of such a pole pushing snugly in and out of her tight opening built an added fire to her already seething lust. It got so good she could not be still. Her hips started to undulate in time to the donkey's cadence. Soon she was throwing her cunt up to the beast just as she did to a man, thrilling to the unholy union in every nerve and cell of her thrashing body. She orgasmed again and again, cursing and calling out hoarsely as her body shuddered and twisted about. When the donkey came, Alta joined him with a final climax of her own. Sperm gushed from his thick cock like water from a garden hose, hitting deep into her and washing out over her fluttering cunt lips in torrents. It was entirely too much for her to bear. She passed out, screaming brokenly.
Sometime before dawn Lloyd awoke with a start. He sat up in bed and looked about the strange bedroom. Recognizing nothing, he rubbed his face and struggled to collect his thoughts. One by one the events of the past evening came to him. He felt ashamed for having given Alta a hard time about letting Book screw her. After all, he realized, she had done it at his urging.
His wife was in bed with him, sleeping soundly. A fatuous smile covered her lovely face. He decided to make it up to her, to show her he was sorry for his earlier rebuff. Making love to her very gently and lovingly would show her he was no longer angry, he thought, taking her into his arms and snuggling up to her warm body. He would wake her with caresses. She loved to be awoken that way.
But his kissing lips and caressing hands didn't bring any response from Alta. She merely lay there smiling fatuously and sleeping soundly away. Worried, he reached between her legs and brought his hand into contact with her hot cunt. He pushed in one finger, then two, three, four! Frantic, he stuck his whole hand into his wife's pussy clear up to his wrist.
"Oh, my God!" he moaned, falling back to the bed in a cold sweat. "Oh, my God!!"
