Wife swapping has been making the headlines all over the country. Young married couples in their search for fulfilment have been treading in very dangerous waters. Aside from the fact that wife swapping is contrary to both civil and moral laws, the dangerous traumatic effects on all the parties involved cannot be emphasized enough.
People who contemplate such an adventure should seek help from either a marriage counselor or a competant psychiatrist at once. This is recommended to insure the well being of their mental health.
It is commonly known that it is the husband who usually convinces the wife to take part in these sex games. It is also known that the people who take part in them are prone to mental breakdowns and suicide attempts.
Fred Haines graphically illustrates in his novel, Pig In A Poke, the slow erosion of all moral fibres within an individual so that he will not only take part in heterosexual deviation, but homosexual deviation as well.
If you had any thoughts about experimenting in wife swapping, Fred Haines' novel will convince you to the foolhardiness of this type of adventure.
Dr. Harry Sloan
CHAPTER ONE
Connie hoisted the martini glass to her lips and drank quickly. The liquor spilled down her throat, quieting the tense stomach muscles, dulling the pounding in her head.
She cast a quick glance in the bar mirror and sucked in her breath. The two naked women were still going at it on the divan. Sixty-nine they called it. Oral gratification between two people at the same time.
Fire seared her loins. Connie swore softly. She groped for the pack of cigarettes lying before her on the polished mahogany and spilled several out of the pack in her haste to cover her embarrassment. Bob caught her glance in the mirror and made a face. She blushed and quickly scooped the cigarettes back into the pack before putting one in the corner of her mouth. Bob was talking to a tall, dark, good-looking man she knew only as Al. Maybe he would be the one she would draw, she thought, striking a match.
"Barb and I have been swapping a couple of years now," Al said. "We like it. Breaks the monotony. Allows us both to satisfy our sexual urges with others without cheating on one another. We get along better now than we did before we swapped. In the old days we fought all the time."
Connie sucked on the filter tip, dragging the smoke deep into her lungs. She liked his voice. Deep, melodic, masculine. Al was sure of himself. Confident. A success at his line, whatever it might be. Yes, she would like to have him.
She felt a warm glowing in the heart of her loins. He's big, she thought. And I bet he knows how to use it!
"We've never done this sort of thing before," Bob was saying in his sing-song voice. "We agreed to give it a go this one time before making any rash decisions about the future."
"Sure, sure," Al said smoothly. "I know how you feel. Nervous, all tied up in the guts. Relax. Have another drink. You'll dig the action here. Believe me, I know!"
Al excused himself. Connie watched him move confidently away from the bar. He stopped to chat with a couple dancing to the soft music from the stereo set. Al laughed and flashed her a bright smile. She smiled in return.
He had a nice face. He was happy and at peace with the world. Bob was so intense and glum all the time.
Connie turned back to the bar. Bob stared into his untouched drink. Connie shrugged bare shoulders and glanced back into the mirror.
The two naked women were really making the scene now, hips grinding furiously at each other's faces, hands digging into squirming, twisting buttocks. A bright flash of desire fired her loins. Connie shuddered and tore her gaze away from the mirror.
Nobody was paying attention to the two naked women on the couch. Everybody acted as though they weren't even there. A shudder racked her body. She shook her blonde head and sucked on the cigarette. Did swapping make people that blase? Was swapping so casual and commonplace that people simple ignored other people making love right in front of them? And was Lesbian love accepted as casually as heterosexual love?
Tears filled the corners of her eyes. She blinked them back. Five years of marriage had gone by the boards. Five relatively unhappy years filled with thousands of bitter arguments and nights of unfulfilling sex. All these things had brought them to this moment and this night. Now they were at a swap party, observing practicing swappers who acted like swapping was nothing more than a childish parlor game.
"Should we or shouldn't we?" Bob said at her elbow, his voice grating.
She made a face. Her head pounded dully. "I don't know," she said. "Do you want to?"
Bob laughed softly. "This was your idea, sweetie."
Connie sucked in her breath. Whether or not they indulged was their decision. Nobody had tried selling them on swapping. It was their choice.
"Did you find out how they work it?" she parried.
Bob flashed her a look of pure malice. She squeezed the martini glass lightly to steady her nerves. Bob had a way of getting to her. She detested him for his superior manner. She forced a laugh. He wasn't superior at all! He was a dud in bed!
"I drop the house key into a hat, along with a lot of other house keys," Bob said, enjoying the moment. "The men draw keys. The woman whose house the key opens goes with the deal. All night long. Midnight to seven."
Connie squeezed her eyes shut. Her loins were on fire. She wanted sex. She needed sex. Nerve ends screamed for release from tension. Her body cried for fulfillment. Bob could not put out the fires raging in her loins. Bob could only incite the flames to rage wilder and hotter.
"Well, sweetie?"
She bit down on her lower lip, tasting blood. Damn him, she thought! Damn him for not being man enough to satisfy her!
"The others are waiting...."
"All right!" She snapped, her voice rising. "Put the damn key in the hat!"
People turned to stare at her. Connie bit her lip. Wild music pulsated in her eardrums. The two naked women on the couch were sitting up now, eyes glazed with passion. Connie squeezed her eyes shut. Sobs welled up in her throat.
She whirled away from the bar, rushing across the room to where a dark hallway opened yawningly to her, offering escape. She choked with relief and fled down the corridor, away from the sounds and Bob and embarrassment.
The door to the powder room was open. She sobbed in relief and felt for the wall switch and flooded the room with light. She locked the door behind her and let the tears flow, leaning on the washbasin for support, her body shaking with uncontrollable sobs.
Bob held the house key in his hand for a long time, staring at it, wondering why his marriage had come to this moment. Then he shrugged and tossed the key into the hat Al held in his hands. Al grinned, and his eyes lighted with anticipation as he moved quickly toward another couple. Bob stared into his drink, cupping his big hands around the glass.
Sex, he thought bitterly. Connie was sex-crazy and wild for it. He couldn't give her enough. He couldn't seem to get her gun off often enough to please her. Then she was bitchy and argumentative and a hellion to live with. He shook his head slowly. Five years of living hell. Five years of feeling less and less a man with each passing day. Five years of possessing and making love to other women. Hell, he'd had to have other dames. He'd needed their assurance that he was a man in every way. He'd made them yell and scream with passion and climb the walls, and he'd got their guns off. Why couldn't he reach his wife? Why couldn't he trigger her desires? He shook his head wonderingly.
The swap had started as a joke between them but had grown more and more of a threat every time the subject came up. Finally they had met some people who were active swappers and who openly encouraged them to have a fling at it. They had backed off, not wanting to try it then, laughing and joking about it later.
Finally they had begun throwing the swap thing at one another after a few more shattering failures at orgasm. They had used swapping as a weapon, and it had taken on an ugly connotation. Swapping had meant orgasm and satisfaction and everything their love did not give them.
He remembered he'd left Connie hanging high and dry the last time they'd made love. She'd cursed him and demanded that he put his tongue and lips on her cunnie, but he'd refused to do it. She'd mocked him for being less than a man .. He'd got out of bed, anger short circuiting reason and sanity.
"Maybe another stud can get your gun!" he'd raged at her.
"Maybe any other man could satisfy me!" she'd retorted.
He'd whirled on her, accusing eyes raking her nakedness as she sat up in bed. "Then go get it from some other John! Only don't let me know about it! You want it so bad, go screw some other guy!"
She'd stared long and hard at him. "That wouldn't be fair," she'd said, her voice softening. "We both take other lovers or we suffer together. No cheating."
He'd almost blurted out his own indiscretions, but he'd checked himself in time. "You want to try swapping?"
"Yes," she'd said quickly. "I think we should. Once, anyway."
His shoulders had slumped. A great pain had closed like a hard fist in the bottom of his gut, sickening him. He'd bowed his head.
"All right," he'd said gruffly. "The sooner the better."
"Saturday night," she'd replied calmly.
Bob stared at his shaking hand. Sweat beaded the glass and oozed between his fingers. He forced the hand to move the glass toward parched lips. He let the liquor roll down his throat. Lord, it tasted good.
"Hi," a female voice said at his shoulder. "I'm Barb."
He turned to stare into the pretty face of a well-preserved brunette. Red lips parted, revealing even white teeth in a flashing smile. Blue eyes danced like stars in an evening sky. The face was round and smooth and without a blemish. Bob managed a grin. He casually inventoried the rest of her body. She was stunning. Shapely in the low-cut gown that invited his frank appraisal of her revealing breasts. He swallowed hard. Thirty-eight or thirty-nine, if he was any judge. High-arched, full, swelling breasts capped with enticing red nipples outlined through the sheer material of her strapless gown.
"I'm Bob Evans," he said easily, his smile broadening. "My first time at one of these things."
Barb laughed softly. She had a nice laugh. Easy on the nerves. Bob felt at ease. Connie's raucous laughter had always kept him on edge.
"I hope I draw you," Bob said for want of a better opener. "I'd love to make love to you."
"Why, thank you, kind sir," Barb said, curtsying, her face lighting up. "I might add that I've been secretly sizing you up all evening."
Bob's cheeks flamed. He coughed to cover his embarrassment.
Barb smiled warmly. "Did I shock you?"
He shook his head. "No, not really. I wasn't prepared for your candor."
"Swapping does that to you," she returned easily. "Once you accept it, the rest is easy. Swapping mates every Saturday night is as easy as taking a bath and a hundred times more fun!"
Bob ran one finger around his moist collar. Sweat bathed his body. Thinking about making it with Barb fired his blood. Lord, she was sexy. He'd love to take a bite out of her big breasts!
"I've got to go!" Barb said. 'They're ready to draw keys. See you later."
She waved one hand and then moved across the dance floor to where Al and two other couples were patiently waiting for her. Bob watched her glide sensuously across the polished veneer, the soft material of her dress doing delightful things to her swaying buttocks and shapely legs. His loins swelled with desire.
Al watched Connie enter the main recreation room. He listened to the conversation around him as one man after another stepped up to take a key out of the hat he held in both hands. His eyes stayed glued on the trim, attractive blonde. His loins hardened with desire as he inventoried her ample bust, flaring hips, and long tapering legs. What a piece she would be! He could hardly wait until. he had her!
Connie raised her eyes to meet his gaze. He flashed her a message. I want you, his eyes read. I want to screw you tonight! She blushed and looked away. A grin touched the corners of his lips. His rising passion throbbed against the coarse material of his slacks. She'd read him all right. She knew what he wanted. Damn. If he could only be lucky enough to draw her.
The five other men in the room reached in and withdrew a key and stepped back. Al selected the last key. He stared at it and felt his passion die momentarily. The key was one he'd drawn before. A smear of yellow paint on the key. Joyce Moran!
"Shit!" He said under his breath.
Bespectacled Doug Moran let out a whoop and held up a brand-new, shiny house key. "Hot damn! Connie, where are you? You're all mine tonight!"
Joyce laughed loudly and clapped her stocky husband on the back. "You lucky shit! Hazel and Ruth were hoping to draw the new cutie!"
Al watched the startled, shocked look bloom in Connie's big blue eyes. She was so young and naive. She hadn't know about the two Lesbians in the group. He would have to explain how they'd got together at a swap party one night by accident and eventually divorced their husbands after becoming Lesbian lovers. They had retained membership in the swap group because they occasionally liked to indoctrinate other women in the forbidden fruit of the queen gods.
Hazel had already made the Lesbian scene with Edna Jordan. Ruth had earlier stalked off and gone home alone. The two Lesbians bickered and fought constantly. It was only a matter of time before they split up. The group had agreed to let them continue swapping. Two Lesbians on the premises gave swapping a kind of stable sanity.
Joyce looped one arm in his and dug a big breast into his side. "Let's go, lover!" She said, chuckling softly.
Al sighed deeply. Joyce was good in bed and agreeable to any games he wanted to play. Well, he had something new in store for her tonight. He'd always wanted to ram it up Barb's ass but she'd never let him. Tonight he was going to give it good to Joyce!
They moved toward the front door. Barbara was with Big Ed Fraser. She flashed him a sickly grin. Al chuckled as he passed them. Barb hated Big Ed. The man was something of a sadist who enjoyed treating his women with cruelty. He took them the way a brute animal stomps anything or anybody in his path. Ram, bam, thank you, ma'am. Tear it off once, twice, three times. That was Big Ed. Sex was sex, and his tool was a battering ram created to make women quake and scream for relief. Big Ed knew no other way to make love.
Al opened the front door for Joyce and took one last look around before departing. The new guy, Bob Evans, was at the bar with Diane Miller. He grinned. Bob was in for an evening of real fun. Diane was the wildest cunt in the group. She couldn't get enough. More than once he'd spent an entire night satisfying her in every way known to man. He'd succeeded with her once in three tries. He shook his head sadly in remembrance.
"I hope you're loaded," Joyce said outside the house. She moved roughly against him, big breasts stabbing him in the chest, firing his throbbing passion. One hand reached down to find and squeeze his aroused hardness through the fabric of his pants.
"I can go all night," Al said, flashing her a bright smile. "Let's not waste time here when your pad's waiting."
Joyce tossed her head and came out with an earthy laugh. She squeezed his maleness again and then led him toward her car, her hand applying pressure with every step. Al grinned and relaxed. Tonight would be fun. It had been a while since he'd drawn Joyce. She was one of the best pieces of tail in the group. He would leave her in the morning fully sated. Joyce had a way of emptying a man, depleting him completely.
He fell onto the car seat and caught a whiff of Joyce's perfume as she slid under the wheel. He was hot. Thinking of the new blonde had worked him into a lather. He knew he had to have the blonde soon. He could not wait long to claim Connie.
CHAPTER TWO
Connie turned the key in the lock. Doug stood patiently behind her. She eased the big oak door open, glad she had not left on a light. The neighbors were all asleep. She breathed a deep sigh of relief. It was one thing to commit adultery, but it was something else for the neighbors to spot a strange man leaving her house at seven in the morning. She would have to kick Doug out before dawn.
Doug closed the door behind them and leaned against it. The lock snapped into place. She turned on the upstairs hallway light and moved woodenly up the stairs. She heard him breathing heavily as he watched her.
"Let's have a drink first," he said, his voice thick.
Connie shook her blonde head and moved to the landing. Her loins fired with desire. She wanted him. She needed him. The sooner the better.
"No," she said, her voice firm. "I'm ready for bed."
"Aw, hell, baby," Doug whined, stumbling up the stairs after her. "One little old drink first...."
Connie ignored him. She moved into the master bedroom, unsnapping her hooks at the back of her dress as she kicked out of her heels. The sound of the ripping zipper was harsh and unreal. She sucked in her breath and let the gown fall to the floor.
Doug moved up behind her, pudgy hands circling her waist. Harsh breathing filled her ear. A bolt of desire triggered deep in her loins. She sobbed and spun out of his arms. He looked at her like a hurt puppy dog.
"Get your clothes off!" she snapped, sitting on the bed, unhooking her hose from the garter belt.
Doug's fingers moved to his tie. Numb fingers tugged at the bow. "I sure could use a drink," he mumbled.
Connie ignored him. She peeled the sheer nylons off her legs and wriggled out of her slip. She stood up, attired in panty girdle and brassiere. Doug's eyes popped out as he ogled her. She moved into the bathroom off the master bedroom and snapped on the light. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it and quickly divested her body of the irritating bra. Then she began wriggling out of the new panty girdle, teeth clamped together.
Her breasts bobbed as she worked. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full length-mirror on the opposite wall. She studied the ivory-skinned body, full-arched breasts, and flat tummy. The girdle moved down over flaring hips and firm thighs. She heaved a deep sigh as the stretch material surged past globular buttocks and down long, shapely legs to the floor. She leaned against the door and sobbed gratefully.
I've got a good body, she said to herself, studying her nakedness. Doug will like me.
She moved her hands to cup and gently squeeze her large breasts. The touch of her fingers on her flesh sent tremors racing through her body to ricochet through her loins. She hissed and felt her nipples grow firm and hard under her sensitive fingers. The heat of her nipples burned the palms of her hands. She pulled her hands away, turned out the light and opened the door.
The bedroom was dark. She stood in the entrance for a long moment before stepping inside. Here goes everything, she thought to herself, moving toward the king-sized bed.
A cigarette glowed in the dark. She turned that way and felt the nakedness of Doug brushing against her thigh. She hissed as his body heat consumed her in the flames of flaring passion.
"Want a drag?" he said, putting the cigarette to her lips.
She reached down until she found his limp maleness. "Here's what I want," she said, squeezing him fiercely, feeling his cock pulse to rapid hardness under trained fingers. "Get it up, Doug. Let's see how big you really are."
Doug grunted and smashed out the cigarette in an ashtray near the bed. She felt his maleness swell with sudden desire and leap to life in her hand. She sucked in her breath as the member grew rock hard and throbbed in her fist.
"Big enough for you?" He asked, his voice teasing.
Connie swallowed hard. Her body was on fire. She squeezed the massive cock and skinned it back. Doug hissed in pleasure. His rough hands touched her bare skin and moved about her waist and thighs to cup taut buttocks.
"Give it to me!" she cried out. "Bury it in me!"
Doug pulled her roughly against him. Hard, hairy arms circled her body. His lips mashed down on hers, tongue spearing her tongue, throbbing cock pulsating against the triangular patch of down between her trembling thighs. Desire built in her loins, the heat of his hot flesh against her pussy echoing to her brain.
She gave herself in the kiss, hands moving wildly across his broad back, down over narrow buttocks, around to play across muscular legs and hairy chest. She wanted him! Lord, how she wanted him!
They fell across the bed. Her arms and legs opened up as she rolled onto her back. Doug's weight pressed her down, the hairy chest warm and bristly against her body. His lips found hers again, and this time he caught and chewed on her full lower lip. She reached down with both hands, finding his throbbing cock, squeezing it in her hands, the flesh hot and pulsing in her grip. Tremors raced through her body. She could not wait any longer. She had to have him inside her.
She spread her legs wide, pulling the cock toward her hot vagina, brushing the head against the opening lips of her pussy.
"Give it to me!" she cried out. "All of it!"
He grunted and hunched over, on his knees. Hands dug into the burning flesh of her buttocks. Her legs slid over broad shoulders. He poised for a second, the head of his swollen cock against the opening of her flowering womanhood. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited. Then he pushed, shoving his throbbing cock deep into the squishy depths of her hot pussy. She sighed deeply. Tremors vibrated through her body. Her hips moved, undulating in the age-old way, drawing the stiff cock deeper and deeper into the depths of her burning inferno of lust.
He pounded his loins against her rising hips in a battle of strength. She clung to his buttocks, nails digging into the hard flesh, ripping the skin, drawing blood. He slammed against her, burying her deep in the soft mattress, his cock slicing into the hot depths of her sex, thrilling her with every plunge, heightening the moment when he would burst and shoot his hot seed deep into her hungry womb.
"I'm ready whenever you are, baby," he breathed harshly in her ear.
She bit her lip and mentally damned him. Couldn't he tell she was far from ready? Didn't he know she needed his hard cock foraging deep within her body for a long time?
"I'm not," she snapped angrily. "Wait a little longer."
"I can't," he said, his body trembling.
She cried out as she felt him trigger his lust into her.
His spurting cock filled her womb with hot, spewing seed. Her body blazed with an intense heat.
"Damn you!" she cried out. "Don't stop! Keep pumping!"
Doug laughed easily. "You women are all alike. You want it until it happens, and then you have to bitch about not getting enough."
He pulled out of her quickly, leaving the fire raging out of control in her loins. She reached for him, but he laughed and rolled over on his back beside her. She gripped the sheet in tense fists, eyes closed tight, fighting down the pounding in her brain. Doug was no better in bed than Bob. No better at all!
"I got your number, baby," Doug said, chortling in glee. "You like to make a guy think he can't reach orgasm with you. Hell, I'm no dummy. Women don't reach orgasms every time. Some women never do. Joyce warned me about you smart bitches!"
Connie stifled a sob deep in her throat. She willed her body to quiet, fought to concentrate on something besides the burning need pulsating wildly within her loins.
"Now you take Joyce, my wife," Doug said, droning on in a soft voice. "She pops off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. She comes so much she floods a guy right out of her cunt. Not every time, mind you, but two or three days a month she's like that. Something about when she's near a certain time in her cycle."
Connie sat up in bed. Her body throbbed with aching hunger. She stared down at the relaxed Doug ..
"Get out," she said, her voice low and menacing.
Doug looked at her in surprise. "What?"
"Get the hell out!" She said, her voice rising to a scream.
Diane quivered, her body impaled on the surging, rigid cock beneath her. She cried out with joy as she worked her squishy cunt up and down on the throbbing pole. Bob chuckled in bed under her, lying on his back, arms propped under his head. The lights were on, exposing every bit of their nakedness to one another.
"Take it all, if you can," he said, the challenge heavy in his voice.
Perspiration bathed her body. She wriggled her hips, determined to take every inch of his large manhood. John was so small and slender she had no trouble with him. And most of the men in the group were built on the small side. Al and Big Ed were the only males with large equipment. Sam and Doug were pretty well hung but not in comparison with Al and Ed. Bob was somewhere between Doug and Ed. He was thicker in the shaft and cock head but not as long.
"Hang on, lover," she said, smiling down at him. "PH bury your prick in me right down to the hairs!"
Bob laughed softly as she wriggled down on him. She had the head clasped within her tight cunt. It was only a matter of forcing his cock head deeper and deeper into her womb. She wasn't used to a thick cock. A long one, maybe, but not one with the stoutness of his tool.
Suddenly he felt her tremble atop him and then shove downward, her moist pussy closing hungrily around his throbbing cock, sliding down it like it was a flagpole, enveloping all of him right down to the pubic hairs on their bodies.
"I did it!" Diane cried out, rotating her slim hips atop him.
He grunted, feeling the hot flesh of her cunnie walls squeezing the head of his enflamed cock, firing his need and hunger. He reached up to pummeling buttocks, liking the jolt of them against his aching balls, loving the heat of her pulsating tunnel against his swollen cock. She was hotter than any woman he'd had in the sack with him in a long time.
"I'm gonna come!" She cried out, riding him like a jockey racing a horse down the home stretch in a fast race. Her body quivered. She arched her back and sank down on him, trembling violently. Muscles squeezed the head of his pounding cock, firing his passion. He gasped as he went off, spewing his seed deep within her womb. She cried out as her own secretion bathed his cock in a flow of molten passion.
Later they lay side by side in the big bed, the lights bathing their numb bodies in a like light. Diane kissed him gently on the lips. He looked into her round, angelic face and smiled. She was the hottest little bitch he'd got into in a long time. He had to see her again.
"Are you this good with every guy?" He asked, his voice teasing.
She wrinkled her pug nose and shot him a dirty look. "Do you think we'd belong to the swap group if my hubby and I had this kind of sex together?"
He shrugged and reached down to tweak the nipples of her small, compact breasts. "Well have to get together again," he said softly.
"Maybe we'll luck out on the draw again."
He met her gaze. Their eyes locked. She winced but did not look away. He tweaked her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. She shivered and moved her hands down over his hairless chest to his flat stomach.
"You want me any time you can have me, don't you?"
She averted his gaze but nodded her head slowly. "Yes," she said huskily.
He grinned and pulled her jarringly against him. Their lips met and clung in a kiss of passion. His hands moved across her back and down to cup her small buttocks. He kneaded the flesh in his hands and felt her body fire with renewed passion.
Joyce spread her buttocks, head buried in the rumpled sheets, legs wide apart. Al climbed atop her from behind, spearing her anus directly with his throbbing maleness.
"You better not hurt me, you bastard!" Joyce grated, tensing as he pushed his hot flesh against her body.
"Relax and enjoy it," Al said softly, resting his buttocks on his heels as he applied Vaseline to his throbbing cock. "Anal love is better than other kind. You'll go ape and climb the walls before we're finished."
He oiled his cock thoroughly, skinning it back so that every bit of his throbbing member was well greased. He inserted one finger in her anus. Joyce cried out, jumping a I foot. He laughed and raised forward and guided his cock against the little round pink opening in the crevice of her buttocks.
"Wonder how Doug is making out with that little blonde," Al said softly.
"I don't give a shit," Joyce said dryly. "Just so long as he comes home...."
Al pushed hard at that second, the head of his cock slipping easily into the puckered opening. She cried out in sharp pain. Her big body trembled. Heat fired her flesh. Al gripped her around the thighs and pummeled his loins at her trembling buttocks. He felt his cock slide in all the way, her body heat singeing his flesh. He hissed and pistoned in and out of the tight tunnel.
"I like it!" Joyce cried out. "I'm a virgin again! First time in the ass!"
Al hissed as he pistoned wildly against her writhing body. She was on fire, her body moving with his frantic need and hunger. Then, suddenly, she cried out. His cock jerked within the tight confines of her rectum. He triggered his seed into her hot flesh. She gasped as he flooded her bowels with his jetting nectar. Hips pounded back against his foraging cock, squeezing the life out of him, milking him dry.
"I love it!" Joyce cried out. "I love it!"
Al pulled his limp flesh free of her burning buttocks. He turned and got off the bed. His legs felt weak as he moved toward the bathroom.
Barbara wrestled against Big Ed as he attempted to thrust his huge maleness into her body. He grunted and pinned her arms back. She kept her legs crossed, refusing to let him tear her inner flesh again. He was so big and so cruel in the way he used his women that she wasn't about to give him a chance to tear her apart again. At least not until she'd taken some of the fire out of him.
"Open up, damn you!" Ed roared angrily.
"No!" Barbara cried out, fighting against him.
Ed cursed her, rearing back suddenly, one hand whistling through the air, stinging her cheek, the sound loud and crackling in the night. She cried out in sharp pain, grabbing and squeezing his big cock in one fist.
"You bitch!" Ed cried out, attempting to disengage her clutching hand from his hard cock. "Let go!"
"No!" Barbara said, nails digging into the underskin of his cock, making him wince with pain. "We're doing it my way to start with or not at all!"
"Okay!" Ed bellowed. "You win!" Barbara hung on to the huge cock as she slid down between his legs. She felt the hot skin graze her breasts. Ed hunched over her, knowing what she wanted to do to him. She speared the head of his throbbing tool with the tip of her tongue. He hissed and jerked in passion. She laughed throatily as his huge cock bobbed before her. Her lips closed around the magnificent swollen head, engulfing the hot, pulsating flesh, giving it service with clinging lips and darting tongue.
Ed bucked atop her, driving the huge, thick cock deep into her throat, gagging her with every downward thrust. She clung to his buttocks with one hand and squeezed the base of his tremendous cock with the other. He pistoned wildly atop her, bringing the moment near when he would explode his seed. She guided him expertly, feeling the hunger and fire building in her loins, knowing she would reach an orgasm the second he spewed his creamy substance down her throat.
"You ready?" he said, grunting.
She nodded her head. Her lips clamped tight around the hot, stiff cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He bucked once, hips twitching powerfully, cock jerking wildly within her mouth. He cried out as he shot his sperm deep into her throat. She swallowed the creamy seed expertly, feeling her own passion exploding deep in her womb, the sweet tension easing and giving way to total relaxation.
Ed withdrew his limp member from her moist lips. He sighed as he rolled over on his back. She lay beside him, watching him, listening to the even sounds of deep breathing. Ed was asleep almost immediately. She turned and eased off the bed and moved to the French windows and looked down into the street.
Al was six houses away, across the street, humping Joyce Moran again. She sighed and shook her head. The swap bit was getting old. They'd both had everybody in the group too many times to count. The thrill was gone. It was time for a new game. Something to perk up her interest again.
A car crawled down the street toward them. She watched it slow to a stop in front of the Moran home. The car motor died, and the lights flicked off. The door opened, and in the flash of light Barbara recognized Doug Moran.
She watched him storm angrily up the walk to the front door and let himself inside.
She felt a pulse beating in her forehead. Doug had drawn the new girl, the cute little blonde. Connie something or other. She grinned. Apparently Doug had not done too well with the new chick. Maybe he hadn't scored at all.
She threw back her head and laughed softly.
Connie propped her bare feet on the cold toilet stool. She leaned back against the porcelin and shivered as she spread her thighs and inserted the plastic dildo into her vagina. She squeezed her eyes closed and began moving the long object in and out of her moist pussy. She trembled as the slender object filled her burning passageway. She gripped the end tightly and began increasing the speed, raising her buttocks to meet the downward thrusts, crying out with passion.
Fifteen bucks for the ten-inch dildo out of a mail-order house in California that gave her more pleasure and satisfaction than all the real hot cocks she'd ever had inside her. She laughed softly and felt the fires flaring brightly. Fifteen bucks for a false cock. And that was the only way she could gain relief. Wasn't that a joke?
She felt the moment nearing. She increased the speed and cried out suddenly as vaginal muscles closed against the plastic dildo, squeezing it, caressing it deep inside her womb. Then, suddenly, an explosion wracked her. She cried out in relief as the fires in her loins cooled.
She withdrew the object and opened her eyes. The dildo was covered with a thick, creamy substance. She wrinkled her nose and moved to the washbasin and ran the hot water. She rinsed off the tool, dried it lovingly with a towel, then moved naked into the bedroom. She opened the bottom bureau drawer and tucked the object under some heavy sweaters and closed the drawer again.
She moved wearily to the bed and fell down on top of the rumpled sheets. A cool breeze brushed across her back.
She closed her eyes.
CHAPTER THREE
Al tiptoed quietly into the bedroom and undressed. Barbara heard him move into the master bathroom and urinate noisily. He flushed the toilet and reentered the bedroom. He cursed as he stumbled over a high-heeled shoe and lurched against the bed. Barbara sat up quickly.
"Ed?" She said loudly. "Is that you?"
Al sat down heavily on the bed. "Ed went home twenty minutes ago. I sat outside in my car and waited more than an hour. What the hell were you two doing, anyway?"
Barbara casually lit a cigarette. She watched the handsome face of her husband crease in a dark scowl of anger. She smiled as she blew smoke into the air.
"The rules do say from midnight until seven in the morning, darling," Barbara reminded him coolly. "It's still dark."
Al cursed softly under his breath. "Remind Doug Moran the next time you see him. He stormed into the bedroom and turned on the lights while I was humping Joyce. That was bad enough, but then the son of a bitch ordered me out before I was finished!"
Barbara sank back against the headboard and let the laughter bubble out of her. "I wish I could have been there to watch the expression on your face!"
Al settled down in bed beside her. His bare skin touched her naked thigh. One hand moved caressingly over her limb. She let the laughter die. A new trembling began in her body.
"That new blonde, Connie, must have given Doug a bad time. He was fit to be tied. Wild eyed, cursing, fists doubled like he wanted to clobber the crap out of me!"
"Did he threaten you, dear?"
Al growled low in his throat. His hand moved to her inner thigh. She shivered and parted her thighs to give him easier access. Al had always been able to excite her. The trouble was that he could excite other women just as easily. Al could not be true to her. He had to have other women. She'd got even with him one night, and they'd had a knock-down, drag-out fight about it. After that they'd decided that swapping was the only way to stay together and still enjoy love affairs with others. Now the swap bit was growing old.
"He would have busted me on the jaw, but Joyce got to him first. She warned him that if he hit anybody, she'd pack up and leave him flat. He just sort of wilted and stared at her with his mouth hanging wide open. I dressed and got the hell out. Then I sat in my car until you pushed Ed out the door."
She thought of Big Ed and the way she'd outsmarted him. He'd hurt her once, tearing her inside. She'd never mentioned it to Al, but she'd had a couple of bad months before the pain had subsided. Then she'd gone to her doctor for an examination. He'd shaken his head and told her that she'd injured her uterus but that everything had healed nicely. He'd warned her not to let Al hurt her in the act of sexual intercourse again. She'd blushed and kept silent, not wanting her doctor to know another man had done the damage with a monstrous tool.
Three times she had drawn Big Ed as her partner for the night. Once he had fallen asleep from an overdose of liquor. A second time he'd tried to take her but she had fellated him. Then he had hurt her with his monstrous tool the only time they'd actually made love. Now she had successfully fellated him again. The combination of too much liquor and depleting sex had wiped him out. He'd slept like a baby. She'd managed to awaken him enough to get him dressed and out of the house. He hadn't known until she'd slammed and locked the door behind him that it wasn't seven in the morning. She doubted that he'd remember a thing until he woke up the next afternoon.
Al lit a cigarette and dragged the smoke deep into his lungs. He blew smoke out twin nostrils and let his free hand rest on Barbara's bushy womanhood. The heat of his body warmed her loins. She hissed with the realization they were going to have sex. The knowledge excited her. She always enjoyed sex with her husband immediately after having another man. It was as though she were purging her body of the strange sex and making things right again in her own marriage. Soothing the conscience was vital and necessary to her mental well-being. She couldn't stand the guilt feelings that making love to another man always instilled within her. She had to know her mate in love again in order to wipe away all traces of her last indiscretion.
"I'm getting tired of this crowd, honey," Al said softly. "We've been meeting twice and three times a month for two years and drawing the same old weary partners time and time again. I'm aching for some new stuff. How about you?"
Al inserted one finger between the lips of her vagina. She hissed and scooted lower in bed, letting the finger wriggle enticingly within her moist flesh.
"We don't know any other swappers, honey," she said, her voice breaking. "We've looked before, remember?"
"There are magazines that cater to swappers. Ads listing phone numbers and box numbers right here in our own city. We can investigate them, give some strange couples a try."
"Isn't that dangerous? I've read about couples getting beat up, robbed, or dumped out in the country. One woman died after being raped by a gang of hoodlums. The police found a cut-out advertisement in her handbag. She'd answered one of the ads for a singles sex party." Barbara shivered slightly and let her own hands trace the outline of his muscular, hairy leg. She touched his spent maleness and felt his cock jerk as passion flowed into his depleted loins again.
"It was just a thought, honey," he said, reaching for her.
She felt his body jar against her own. Her nipples hardened and dug into his chest. His limp maleness burst into sudden hard life in her manipulating hand, throbbing in all its might and beauty.
"I want you," she whispered huskily. "I need you."
He spread her thighs and fell eagerly between them. "I want you, too, baby. You're my favorite piece."
"Fuck me, then. Fuck me good!"
Al grunted as he speared her moist pussy expertly with his huge cock. She gasped as he entered her. Then her legs were winding about his back, heels digging into his taut buttocks, hands circling his shoulders, lips finding his own demanding lips in a fierce kiss of passion. She felt his hot flesh drive deep inside her hungry cunt and then his hips were pulling back and pounding deep inside her body again. She cried out with joy and felt her own hips rise to couch his thrusts, then drive deep into the mattress. Again and again he pounded his flanks at her, his lips moving about her face, finding the lobe of one ear, chewing on it. His breath was hot in her face. She trembled and felt the muscles in her vagina press against his surging cock. Her nails dug into his back. He grunted and flailed his body at her, driving her deep into the mattress.
Suddenly her body quivered and spasmed, and she arched her back and raised him forcefully off the bed. He slammed down against her, fighting her with his overpowering strength, driving her deep into the bed. Her nails dug into his taut buttocks, tearing skin, drawing blood. An explosion racked deep within her womb. She sobbed in relief as the sweet tension ebbed and her juices flowed freely.
"I'm coming!" Al cried out, his own body jerking and quivering as he discharged his hot sperm deep inside the hotness of her lubricated cunt. His sperm fired against the trembling vagina walls and jetted deep into her womb.
"I love you!" she cried out. "Al, I love you! I do!"
He kissed her as they settled down together. "I love you, honey," he said, his voice a whisper. "I'm sorry I have to make other women all the time. I'm a bastard, and I don't know why."
She hugged him tightly and felt the warmth of his body against her own spent flesh. He felt good. He always felt nice and gentle when her arms were cuddling him after a frantic bout of sex. She loved him more then any other time. He was her man, and she was his woman. They had to have strange sex to keep their own love burning brightly. Something was wrong with both of them. They both knew and accepted that fact. They had learned not to fight it. It was easier to ride along with the tide.
"There is something new, honey," she said after a while. "A game called 'grope-in'. A new twist to swapping."
Al didn't say anything for several minutes. Then he turned over on his back. "How's it go?"
She explained it quickly, rushing through to complete the picture. Excitement pulsed in her body. The thought of a grope-in sent shivers racing up and down her spine.
"Everybody gets together just as before," she began eagerly, "and then the lights go out and it's pitch black inside the room. Everybody moves about until the host gives the signal to undress and begin groping. And that's when the fun begins."
Al chuckled beside her. "I get it. You have sex without knowing who you're having sex with! What a switch!"
Barbara raised in bed, propping her weight on her elbows. One breast grazed his arm. "You like the idea?"
"Hell yes! Let's have a grope-in!"
Barbara smiled. "Next Saturday night is our turn to host the party. I'll get on the phone first thing Monday and clue everybody in. I think most of them will go for the idea."
Al sat up in bed and reached for a cigarette. He lit two and handed her one. She dragged the smoke gratefully into her lungs.
"Well eliminate Hazel and Ruth. No use having two known Lesbians clamping the make on straight gals. They're liable to convert somebody."
Barbara felt a new warmth stirring in her vagina. She closed her legs and fought down the vicarious thrill shooting through her womb. The thought of another woman making love to her had long excited her. She'd never had nerve enough to experiment openly in Lesbian love. The grope-in would be a natural setting for it. She could really let go without anybody being the wiser.
"We can't cut them out just like that," she said. "They've been living together openly for six months, and nobody has thought to exclude them. We can't just cut them off altogether."
Al blew smoke out of twin nostrils. "We let them come and they're liable to catch you and drag you off into a corner and eat you alive."
Barbara laughed nervously. "And maybe some man with a big, hot dick will stick it to them and make them women again. Ruth does go for a big cock now and then. Hazel's the one who digs the Lesbian stuff exclusively. She never gave Ralph any loving before they joined the swap group."
"Ralph hasn't been around lately. Maybe we should invite him and liven things up a bit. What do you think?"
Barbara ground the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table beside the bed. "And Harry, Ruth's ex. He might as well make the scene."
"Harry has a steady girlfriend from what I hear. He may not be interested."
Barbara fixed Al with a hard stare. "He's your client. Why not feel him out on the subject? He might want to expose his date to swapping early."
Al ground out his butt and lay back in bed. He propped his hands behind his head and stretched out, feeling the tiredness in his bones. He closed his eyes.
"Good night, honey," he said wearily.
Sleep claimed him like a drug.
Connie studied Bob from the stove. He had not taken his fat face out of the Sunday sports section in more than half an hour. His mumbled good morning had been the only sound breaking the tense wall of silence between them.
Connie poured herself a cup of coffee and moved to the round kitchen table and drew out a chair. Bob cleared his throat but did not lower the paper separating them. She stared at the newsprint shielding her from her husband and felt her stomach quiver and tighten with the tension.
"It was a lousy idea, Bob," she said, feeling miserable. "I'm sorry."
Bob did not answer. He continued reading the paper.
Connie sipped her coffee. A nerve beat a tattoo in her forehead. She scowled angrily and brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes.
"I said I was sorry!" she snapped angrily.
Bob sighed deeply and lowered the paper, meeting her hot gaze across the breakfast table.
"Sorry for what?" he grinned easily. "I thoroughly enjoyed my evening."
Connie glared at him, hating him in that second. "Diane's a little bitch! She screws the mailman from what I hear!"
Bob chuckled. "She screws very well, and she comes like a spring flood. Thoroughly delightful. I hope I draw her again."
The nerve pulsed out of control in her head. Connie clenched her hands into tiny fists and held them in her lap under the table. She tried to compose her features, but her cheeks burned with rage and her eyes flashed hot anger.
Bob grinned broadly, enjoying her obvious discomfort.
"Doug was just as fast as you are," she said finally, after a beating wave of silence. "No damn good!"
Bob laughed softly. "Better luck next time. Al's a stud from what Diane told me. So's Big Ed. She says he's the one you want to bed. Hell put a hole in your dam and you'll flood all over the place!"
She looked down at the red-and-white-checkered tablecloth, cheeks burning with anger. She clenched her fists, wanting to strike out at him, knowing he was getting back at her for all the miserable times she had given him. The swap thing had been her idea, and she'd ended up completely unsatisfied while he'd found a woman he could satisfy.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Tears threatened to spill out of them. Damn it! It wasn't fair. She needed sexual relief, and didn't get it except when she used the plastic dildo on herself. She ached for a man to put out the fire in her loins. It wasn't fair that Bob lucked out and she failed miserably.
"I gather you want to go again?"
Bob nodded. "Of course. I've got my eye on Barb. She's a raven-haired, sexy creature. I bet I can pop her gun too."
Connie bit her lower lip and forced her eyes to meet his penetrating glance. All right, you son of a bitch, she thought. I'll show you!
"I've made reservations for next Saturday night," she said coolly, her words clipped. "Al and Barbara are hosting. She's planning something new and different in the way of swapping. I couldn't pry all the details out of her, but she claims it will be a pleasant surprise for everybody." She forced a smile to her lips. "Maybe I'll get lucky and draw a stud who can pop my gun, as you say. I won't be happy until I've tried every man in the group!"
Connie stood up and turned away from the table. A flash of surprise clouded Bob's moon face. His mouth dropped open, and the paper crumbled in his big hands. She forced herself to hum a gay, romantic ballad. Her insides were all knotted up, but she was determined to make Bob feel as uncomfortable as possible. She didn't want him knowing how much she hated the thought of swapping with other couples at a party. The thought repelled her. Still, she was determined to go through with it.
Maybe Bob was right. Maybe she would find the man to put out the hellish flames of unquenchable desire that raged within her smoldering loins. She knew she could never be really happy until she found such a man.
She could not continue in a marriage without a satisfying sexual union. She had grounds for divorce. Sexual incompatability.
She would file for divorce if the swapping group proved inadequate. A few more weeks and she would know.
She smiled as she hummed. She was actually beginning to look forward to Al and Barbara's swap party next Saturday night.
CHAPTER FOUR
The party was in full swing. Couples were laughing and drinking and dancing to the beat of the wild music. Al downed his Scotch and reached for the stereo set. Everybody spun toward him as the music ebbed.
"Time's up," he said, leaning forward on the bar fronting the large playroom. "Are you ready to play grope-in?"
Big Ed Fraser grinned crookedly and turned heated eyes on Barbara. Al growled low in his throat. He didn't like the thought of Fraser stabbing Barbara all the time. She might begin craving that ramrod Ed used like a jackhammer.
"Explain the rules, honey," Barbara suggested evenly as she moved toward him, hips twitching sensuously under the strapless transparent gown.
Al rattled the ice cubes in his frosted glass. He studied the half circle of guests facing him. Connie was stunning in an off-the-shoulder pale blue gown that accentuated her ivory skin and blonde hair. Her breasts pointed out at him like twin Howitzers. He sucked in his breath sharply as a jolt of passion assaulted his loins.
Bob stood beside his wife, looking annoyed at the prospect of a new twist to the swapping game. Al could not fathom whether Bob was angry at his wife or unnerved at the thought of a different kind of game. Diane and John elbowed their way forward. Diane winked broadly at him. Al grinned at her. Diane was the hottest cunnie in the group. He wouldn't mind groping for her in the dark and reaming her ass good the way he'd given it to Joyce Moran a week earlier. He bet she was good and tight back there.
Sam and Edna looked blase about the whole thing, but the bright sparkle in Edna's eyes and the tightly pressed lips of Sam gave away their excitement. Doug and Joyce Moran sat on the long couch. Joyce was quivering with excitement. Doug sat stonily, nursing his highball, his eyes fixed on a point between Connie's shoulder blades. Newcomers Hedy and Bill sat stiffly in chairs at the far side of the room. Al smiled reassuringly at them. Hedy was a knockout with a sexy body and big breasts that ached to be' caressed by his hands. Hazel and Ruth were present, studying the available women keen appraisals, wondering which women would fall prey to their seduction in the dark. Ralph was across the room, stag, appearing rather bored with the proceedings thus far. Harry hugged his sexy bleached-blonde girlfriend, Shiela. Shiela squealed with delight as Harry pinched her ample bottom. Her boobs shook so hard they almost popped out of the low-cut dress. Ruth glared stonily at Harry. Harry smiled broadly and cupped Shiela by one buttock and squeezed intimately. Sheila groaned with passion and ground her body against him.
Al banged his glass on the mahogany bar top to gain their attention. "Okay, gang, here's the way the game is played." He flashed a bright smile. "Everyone undresses completely after the lights go out. Then you just wander around groping, in complete silence."
Diane giggled. John stared down his long nose at her. She made a face at him and swung her attention back to Al.
"It's important not to make a sound," Al said, his voice rising over the hum of the crowd. "The idea of the game is to make love without knowing who you're making love to. In the darkness one body is much like another. Anything goes as long as neither party objects. A push away means hands off."
Ed Fraser growled in annoyance. His big hands opened and closed into hard fists. Barbara turned to smile sweetily at him. Ed flushed and stared at the floor.
"The doors are locked," Al said softly. "Nobody can escape. Everybody plays the game for the next two hours. Ten to twelve. At midnight the lights go on." Al studied them slowly, one by one. He had their attention. They all' wanted to experiment in the game called grope-in. He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. "Don't worry, about messing the furniture. The covers are washable, and the rug will be shampooed tomorrow. So make love wherever it. suits your fancy."
The room was large and roomy, at least thirty by forty feet. The furnishings were ample, and the rug was soft and deep and just right for rolling around naked. He and Barb had made it with each other on the rug in front of the fireplace many times.
"We don't want anyone to know where they are in relation to anyone else, gang, so we're gonna line the men up "on this side of the room and the women on the other. . So let's get started. Come on, now. Move it:..
The men grumbled as they moved toward the bar, Sam started the line. Ed fell in after him. The others followed suit. Barb lined up the women near the wide French windows. She pulled the drapes, shutting out the pale moonlight.
Al picked up the arm of the stereo set and held it hovering over the twisting record on the turntable. "Start walking in a circle at your end of the room when the music starts. Begin undressing. Toss your clothes anywhere. You'll find them later. And don't worry when the lights go out. Nobody will make a grab for you until I give the signal. Everybody got it?"
There were answering murmurs from the men and eager nods from the women. Al dropped the arm on the record. He turned the volume up, the loud beat of the jungle rhythm wild and pulsating, setting the mood for the . night's festivities. Barbara plunged the room into total darkness. It was pitch black in the room.
Al peeled off his shirt and slacks behind the bar. His loins fired with desire as the sounds of shuffling strippers filled the room. He kicked off his loafers and leaped atop the bar, balancing there on the balls of his feet. His hardening cock brushed against an inner thigh as it sprang to full erection. Goose pimples broke out across his body. He chuckled softly. Tonight was going to be a night he would never forget. He felt it in the air. Tonight was going to see an orgy to end all orgies.
He dropped easily to the floor and began moving in line with the men. He waited until the sounds of undressing had ceased. Everybody was naked and ready for action. He began moving laterally across the floor.
"Start groping!" He yelled suddenly, shattering the silence.
Women squealed in anticipation, and men let loose lusty yells. Al reached out and touched a naked feminine thigh and heard the soft whine of approval as she pivoted against his hard body.
Connie wandered around the room. Closely packed naked bodies brushed against her as she moved. She caught her breath and spun away from one searching hand and bumped into a hairy-chested man. She turned quickly, but hands grabbed her arms and the hot, blunt weapon of her captor surged hard against the soft down of her loins. She trembled softly as the man's breath invaded her nostrils.
"Hi, baby," the man whispered softly in her ear.
Connie hissed, recognizing Doug's voice, pushing hard against his chest at the same moment. His nails dug into her flesh in a vain attempt to hold her, but she twisted sharply out of his grasp and stumbled away from him. He cursed softly in the darkness behind her.
She moved quickly, not wanted Doug to catch her. She wanted a big, strong cock in her that could satisfy her. Doug had already proved incapable of giving her what she needed. She would try another man tonight.
Her hand brushed against a surging male organ. She hissed sharply and squeezed the hot, quivering flesh in her palm. A hand swept across her buttocks and moved her into the circle of a muscular forearm. She flowed eagerly with the tide, her head raised, lips parted for the kiss. Passion flooded her veins. Her loins hungered for satisfaction.
Hot lips swept down against hers, massive arms crushed her hard against a hairy chest. The swollen organ pounded wildly against her pubic hairs. The swollen organ pounded wildly against her body. She gave in to the embrace, nails digging into the man's back. A tongue speared her mouth, only to quickly withdraw again. Then the tongue thrust deeper, and this time she took it between suckling lips. The man's rough hands moved expertly over every inch of her body, probing, examining, caressing. He was rough but strangely thrilling. She knew she wanted his cock embedded deep in her screaming womb. She wanted what he could give her. He would be rough and savage and fast, but maybe he was the kind of man she needed to get her gun off. Bob had always been gentle with her. There had been times she'd wished he'd slap her about. She had reacted to violence in her premarital days, and she'd found sexual satisfaction that way. Bob was too timid to hit her or hurt her, and maybe that was what she required. She knew this big, strong ape who held her now would make her take it and like it. She knew she would come with him pumping away deep inside her body. She could almost feel his throbbing cock pulsating deep within her grasping cunnie.
Somebody jarred into her side. A pair of hot lips pressed against the nape of her neck, startling her. Manicured hands swept around her back to cup her flattened breasts and squeeze them even as they moved against the broad, hairy chest of the man embracing her. A soft breast nudged against her arm. Connie stiffened in sudden terror.
"What the hell?" The man muttered gruffly as she spun out of his embrace.
Connie sobbed and turned to move toward the man again, but the manicured hands snaked about her waist and pulled her back. Connie tried to move away, but the sweet-scented woman surged bodily against her, trapping her in a new embrace. Connie opened her mouth to yell, but a hand cut off her scream. She tried to spin loose, but the soft feminine body moving sensuously against her nakedness held her easily imprisoned.
Soft laughter filled her ears as she found herself being lowered to the floor. She sobbed softly as she sprawled across the deep, cushiony rug. A feminine body quickly covered hers from head to foot. She raked her nails across the woman's back just as full lips sought her lips. A probing tongue forked deep into her mouth. Strong hands caught and forced her arms to the rug. Hips undulated against her loins. Round breasts cushioned her own throbbing breasts. Seeking lips captured her tongue and drew it into the soft, succulent mouth of her Lesbian lover.
Connie twisted her head from side to side, but there was no escape. The woman moved with her, her body quivering sensuously against her own heated flesh. She closed her eyes and gave in to the madness. The Lesbian was thrilling her with lips and tongue and body, arousing her passions to a fever pitch. Suddenly she didn't want to fight the woman any more. Slowly she began moving her body in time to the woman's thrusts.
The Lesbian pushed her feverish body against Connie's naked twisting torso, prying her thighs apart, letting her own pulsing womanhood rub enticingly against Connie's throbbing vagina. A delicious thrill coursed through Connie's body. Suddenly she was on fire. The Lesbian's lips moved down over her throat, sweeping across her breasts, the kisses sweet and hot and lusting, the pressure gently demanding until Connie's own passions fired. Connie gave in to the lovemaking without care or thought, her body writhing in ecstasy under the Lesbian's touch. Her mind screamed with the sudden knowledge that another woman was making love to her. Suddenly she did not care. Nothing mattered except the sweet fulfillment of her own tortured desires.
Big Ed Fraser stumbled about the room, cursing his misfortune at losing the lush female he'd had in his arms a few minutes earlier. Some damn Lesbian had jerked her way from him and deliberately tripped him. He'd fallen to the rug and lost his prize. Then some jerk had grabbed him by the cock, spinning him around, only to let him go again upon realizing the mistake. He'd lost all sense of direction.
Bodies rolled together on the rug at his feet. He stepped on a pair of soft breasts. A woman shrieked in pain. He cursed and excused himself and stumbled on about the room. Again and again a body jarred against him, but they slithered away before he could grab them. His reflexes were too damn slow. Time and time again his wet palms slid off lush buttocks and tantalizing thighs. A hot cock burned his wrist. He spun around and groped his way back toward the other end of the pitch-dark room. All around him were the sound of women whimpering in passion and men gasping for breath. His own passion ached with burning hunger. He had to find a body to bury his weapon of love into before he exploded aimlessly.
Ruth moved over the lush body expertly, making love to the passionate girl in the Lesbian way. The girl writhed in the heat of the moment under her, begging her with a wildly contorting body to make her explode. Ruth moved slowly down over the smooth stomach to between parted thighs, worshiping the hot, pulsating, sweet-scented flesh. Her lips found and began sucking on the protruding clitoris, driving the girl out of her mind with passion.
Ruth's tongue darted in and out of the moist chasm of love. The girl's nails dug into her buttocks. Ruth moved about until her loins were directly over the girl's head; then she lowered her body slowly, letting the girl grow accustomed to the idea. The girl cried out softly, and then her lips were on Ruth's vagina and she was applying lips and tongue to her own burning womb.
Ruth pistoned hard against the soft, wriggling body under her, waiting for the moment of explosion. Her loins were bursting with the intensity of her need, and she knew the moment of explosion was close. Her lips and tongue feasted on the wildly succulent flesh of her hot little conquest until she felt the girl suddenly jerk stiffly. Her own passion fired at the same exact moment. She tasted the wildly thrilling spurt of the girl's sweet nectar spraying her throat. She savored the wild taste of the nutrious honey and shivered sensually as her own body pumped out her overflowing nectar into the lapping mouth of the eager pupil writhing under her grinding form.
Barbara whirled away from the hands groping for her. She laughed softly as two more pairs of hands brushed against her thighs. The harsh breathing of three men closed in around her. She thought of having her flesh assailed by three men at once and a vicarious thrill rocketed through her body. She had secretly longed to have two cocks throbbing inside her flesh at one time, but the thought of three made her dizzy!
She twisted and bumped against a wall. A sob rose in her throat as a pair of hands came into contact with her heavy breasts and squeezed them eagerly. Another pair of hands moved about her waist, and a head shoved in between her thighs. She spread her legs and leaned back against the wall as the two men fondled her. A third body slithered in behind her. Hot lips found her throat and pressed hard against her quivering flesh.
The three male bodies seemed to be in silent agreement. One urged her to slide to the floor. The other two dropped to the rug beside her. Lips plastered against her own lips, a tongue darting into her mouth. A second set of lips nuzzled on one breast. A third set tongued eagerly between the lips of her moist cunnie. She shivered and spread her legs wide as hands slithered up her inner thighs and lips and tongue speared her pulsating cunnie.
Hands pulled her prone on the soft texture of the thick rug. A body dropped over her face. She rolled her head from side to side as hot, stiff flesh grazed across her lips. Harsh breathing echoed in her eardrums. She knew she was going to have three cocks foraging in her body at one time, and she waited for the orgy to begin. She craved it. She needed it.
Legs pinned her arms to the rug. The body topping her hunched forward, driving, the thick, hard, hot member deep between the lips of her mouth. She shivered and gave into the moment. Her tongue curled about the underside of the cockhead. giving it a grazing caress. The man hissed and stroked deep into her throat, choking her with the hugeness of him. Her lips stretched tight around the hot flesh of the pistoning cock. She closed her eyes and gloried in the thrill of the sensual act.
Another pair of hands lifted her buttocks off the rug. Hairy legs slid under her trembling thighs, supporting her weight on them. A hard cock drove expertly into the depths of her moist pussy. She shivered uncontrollably as she sucked on the driving cock in her mouth and felt her pussy walls clinging to the invading member foraging deep in her cunnie.
A third hairy body squirmed underneath her on the rug. Harsh breathing filled her ears. A hard cock poked at her anus. She jerked suddenly back on the hard, driving weapon. Hands spread the cheeks of her buttocks. A finger slipped deftly into the puckered opening of her anus. She bit down on the cock ramming in and out of her mouth and heard the man curse angrily. Then the throbbing cock under her buried deep in her bowels with one mighty lunge. The pain almost blacked her out.
Three cocks moved rhythmically in and out of her body, filling her with deep rapture. Her body was on fire. She gloried in the sensual act of orgy. She wanted to cry out with joy and passion, but the pistoning tool driving deep into her mouth made it impossible. She was on fire and loving it and wanting it and needing it! Never had any act of sex been so gratifying. Three holes in her body expertly filled with hot, hard, driving cocks.
The man under her was working his cock deep into the crevice of her ass. She screwed down tightly against his foraging member and felt the tremors race through her body.
She was going to explode. She knew she would never be the same again. Not after having three wonderful, glorious cocks raging within her flesh simultaneously. Three beautiful, hard cocks....
Al slid the girl's legs over his shoulders and shoved her hard against the side of the wall. His lips closed in on the furry nest. His tongue stroked deep into the well of her moist cunt. Her legs scissored about his head, and her nails scratched his back.
Hands probed his buttocks. A finger jabbed into his anus. Al almost dropped the squirming girl in panic as a bone-hard cock pierced his flesh and filled his bowels with a sharp, tearing pain. He tried to disengage himself, but the girl riding his shoulders dug her hands into his hair and pummeled her cunny against his face, almost suffocating him. The man gripped his legs and held him in a vise as he rammed his cock in and out of Al's shrieking bowels.
The girl pounded her loins against his seeking mouth, yelling in passion as she exploded. Al savored the flowing passion trickling into his mouth. The girl was sweet and tasty. He would have enjoyed her tremendously except for the man pummeling his backside. The act of sodomy blotted out all thoughts of pleasure and filled his body with shrieking pain.
A hand reached down between his legs to squeeze and stroked his own throbbing erection. He groaned softly as the girl draped limply over his head, crying softly in gratitude. He tried to lower her weight to the floor and escape the punishing cock tearing his insides apart, but his struggles only wedged him more securely under the girl and screwed his protesting buttocks down on the huge, driving cock.
Connie sobbed softly as the Lesbian moved away from her. She managed to roll over on her stomach and get her forearms under her. She climbed weakly to her feet, hating herself for giving into a Lesbian. The woman had thrilled her and made her flood wildly without restraint. She felt sexually depleted for the first time in months. No man had ever set off her gun the way the Lesbian had triggered her passion. She hated herself for being the tool of a bulldyke; yet she knew she would welcome the woman lover again if she ever identified her. She knew it had to be one of the two Lesbians in the group, but she was not sure how to go about letting it be known that she was the one the Lesbian had taken.
She stumbled about the room, legs trembling, listening to the sensual sounds of grunting men and squealing women as the grope-in continued. She tripped over a pistoning body and fell to her knees. A man swore softly as she groped in the darkness, realizing suddenly that she had caught two men engaging in an act of sixty-nine. She swallowed hard, climbed unsteadily to her feet, turning away from the sickening spectacle.
Hands grabbed her from behind, wrenching her to the rug. Connie reached out instinctively to fight off her attacker, but the man slammed her flat to the rug and pinned her shoulders with bony knees. His rock-hard cock scraped across her lips as she opened her mouth to scream. The man bent forward, gagging her as he rammed his organ into her mouth. Hands gripped her head cruelly. Hips pounded at her head, the swollen cock scraping across her tonsils as the man pistoned in and out of her gasping mouth.
Connie gave in to the act grimly, taking the cock as it plunged home in her throat, giving it succulence with lips and tongue, finding and squeezing the hard buttocks, attempting to control the ferocious drives of the maddened male atop her. Then, suddenly, the male body stiffened and hesitated momentarily before slamming viciously down at her, driving the quivering rod deep into her throat. Connie gagged as the rich flood of semen gushed down her throat. She swallowed grimly, gagging as a wave of nausea swept over her.
Bob chased the naked young woman behind the bar, pinning her there. She turned, clawing at him with sharp nails, ripping a furrow down his chest. Anger festered in him suddenly. He slammed a right fist against her jaw. The woman banged back off the bar and came at him with both hands clawing viciously. Bob cursed her softly as she clawed him on one arm. He pumped a jolting left hook deep into her soft belly and then jolted her head back with a hard right cross. The girl's knees buckled, and she sagged to the floor. He dropped down on top of her unmoving body and rolled her on her back. Then he fell between parted legs and lifted her buttocks before ramming his swollen cock deep into her defenseless flesh. The woman moaned softly as he doubled her up, propping her legs over his shoulders, anchoring his feet against the wall as he took her.
The act of violence had sexually stimulated him to the fullest degree. He cried out as he triggered his lust into the burning loins of the moaning woman. She whimpered as he brushed her legs off his shoulders and let them drop to the hardwood floor with a thud.
He rose shakily to his feet and staggered out from behind the bar just as the rock-hard body of a big man slammed him against the wall. Hands pawed his face. Bob cursed angrily and dug a hard right fist into the naked belly pinning him to the wall. The man grunted and pulled away. Bob turned to slide through the opening. A rock-hard fist exploded on the point of his jaw, sending him reeling to the floor.
The man dived on top of him, driving him deep into the texture of the rug. He fought numbly against the bigger, stronger opponent until his arms were pinned to the rug and the man's huge organ pressed against his lips. He swallowed hard, turning his head to thwart the throbbing weapon. The man cursed and slammed a fist against the side of his head. Bob gasped as pain filled his head. His mouth gaped open. The man surged forward, driving his huge cock deep into his throat. Bob gave in, accepting the hard, driving flesh, pleasuring it with lips and tongue as the hard body rocked atop him. Suddenly the man spent his load, filling him with thick spurts of warm semen. Bob gagged, forcing every drop down, helpless to deny the man his pleasure.
The man released him, and Bob rolled over, drawing his knees in tight under him. He gagged back the nausea filling his gut, feeling sick and wanting to vomit. He fought it down, ignoring the drench of perspiration bathing his body. Slowly he shook his head, until the pain ebbed to a dull throb. Then he began crawling on hands and knees, hoping to find an oasis in the darkness where he could lie down and recoup his strength.
A woman squealed as he nudged her protruding buttocks with one arm. He turned to move aside, but the violence had taken the starch out of him and he was too slow to escape the eager hands tugging at his arms. He wanted to protest as he fell forward on his face, plopping across the naked bust of a squirming female on her back.
Familiar hands raced across his body to caress spent loins. A distant spurt of hunger stirred briefly in his loins. Soft hands kneaded his flesh expertly until life began to miraculously flow into his loins. Hot lips sought his own and suckled on his lower lip. A darting tongue flitted about inside his mouth.
He moved his hands to cover the taut young breasts and hissed in pleasure as hardening nipples burned his palms. Suddenly he knew the identity of the woman squirming sensously under him on the rug.
"Diane," he whispered.
"Bob?" she whispered hesitantly.
"Yes," he hissed.
Diane squealed softly and sought his lips with her own. They kissed deeply and passionately. Her darting fingers began stirring responses in his loins. He sucked in his breath as ste stroked his limp maleness.
"I've been looking for you, lover," she said softly.
Bob rolled onto his back, urging Diane to lower on him. Her lips and tongue flitted teasingly across his chest, then down over his stomach, to linger briefly, finally darting between his thighs.
"Do it," he hissed.
She bobbed her head, spearing his throbbing cock with darting tongue and seeking lips. He gasped with pleasure as she tongued and suckled on his surging maleness, expertly rebuilding the spent desires in his body, stirring the fires of passion to a plateau of burning hunger. He closed his eyes and willed the miracle to happen. Strength seeped into his loins. His manhood hardened slowly under the magic caresses of her lips and tongue.
She paused once. "You've been a busy boy, lover," she crooned.
He grunted, pushing her head down on him again. She giggled before bestowing delight upon him once again. His cock throbbed to pulsing life under her playful sucking kisses and sensual nips. She drew on his throbbing maleness for a minute longer, assuring its state of readiness. Then she laughed softly and pulled away from him. He reached for her just as she speared his seeking maleness with her burning, lubricated pussy. He cried out as she sank down on top of his throbbing rod and screwed her buttocks down on his pistoning hips. He gasped with pleasure as she hit bottom.
"Do it fast," he hissed. "I can't last long."
She bobbed up and down atop his erect cock, the tight cunnie walls grasping him with every stroke. It was all he could do to hold back. Suddenly she cried out, stiffening her body, sinking down hard on top of him. Her hot cunnie walls collasped against his throbbing marauder, squeezing the life force out of him in a sudden shattering explosion that left them both limp and weak in a heap.
Later they lay side by side on the rug. The mere touch of their cooling bodies was more than enough for them. Bob marveled that he could fulfill Diane in a way he could never make it with Connie. Ecstasy with Diane was what he had longed for and never found in the past. He knew in his heart that he had to see her again. He couldn't do without her.
Al crawled away from his latest conquest and pulled himself up by the lip of the bar top. He was sated. Thoroughly, completely drained of all passion. The wildest night of sex he had ever known in his life. The grope-in had been a smashing success.
He pulled himself over the bar top and dropped to the other side. A woman groaned softly from behind the bar. Al reached down to feel her soft breasts and moist pussy, but there was no desire left in him. Nothing. He sighed reluctantly and reached for the arm of the stereo set and lifted it off the record.
He waited for a long moment until the sudden silence triggered startled shrieks from the women and deep, angry grunts from the men.
"Lights on in five minutes," he called out in a limp voice that matched his thoroughly depleted condition.
He dropped the needle back on the record and turned to fumble open a Scotch bottle and pour himself a good stiff double shot. He savored the taste of the good whiskey and drank it slowly. Then he poured himself a second and emptied the glass slowly.
"One minute," he sang out as he capped the Scotch bottle.
Again there was a startled shriek from a woman. A man laughed gutturally.
Light bathed the room. Al blinked against the sudden brightness. Naked bodies were strewn all over the floor and across every piece of furniture. He spotted Connie slumped in a chair, legs wide apart, her body completely drained of all passion. He wondered idly if he'd made her, but then he shook his head in regret. He would have recognized her body moving in tune to his own even in the dark. No, he had not made the scene with Connie.
He drew on his clothes slowly, noting the new girl, Hedy, on the floor behind the bar. He bent down to help her sit up. She shook her head, moaning, one hand gingerly touching her swollen jaw. He helped her to her feet. She raked him with accusing eyes. He shrugged his shoulders as though to say he hadn't been the one to belt her. She pushed him away and staggered out into the main area.
Men and women were roving about, searching for their clothes. Al began mixing drinks and lining them up like toy soldiers on the bar top. Barbara, looking a bit peaked, moved over to begin serving them. She caught his glance, winking broadly. The party had been a smashing success.
Couples began leaving shortly. Al shrugged. Many of the men and women were beginning to feel overwhelming guilt complexes. They had made it with one or more mates, and they weren't sure of the identity of their paramours. Suddenly they were beating a hasty retreat. Al laughed softly. They'd be back next week with hard-ons. They wanted more groping. That was one thing he was positive about.
Joyce announced in her foghorn voice that the next grope-in would be held under the stars around her pool next Saturday night. She promised everybody would have more loving next week because now they knew what to expect and they would save themselves all week for thenone big night of orgy.
Hazel and Ruth left shortly after Joyce and Doug. Connie shivered as they both raked her with hard-eyed glances. One of them had made love to her. She did not know which one, but she knew that she wanted to experience Lesbian love again.
Bob moved over to take her arm. She turned to glower angrily at him. He made a face and pulled her toward the door. She did not resist.
Al and Barbara cleaned up the debris. Al sheepishly admitted that some stud had mistaken him for a woman and reamed him good.
"Did you like it, honey?" Barb parried teasingly.
Al glowered hotly at his grinning mate. "No more than you did that time Hazel tricked you into a round of Lesbian lovemaking!"
Barb flushed hotly. She lowered her gaze to the floor. "I was drunk that night. I didn't know which end was up."
Al downed the last of his drink. "I still dig the chicks, sweetie. I was getting my kicks with a broad on the rug when this guy jumped me. I couldn't do a damn thing but take it!"
Barbara fixed him with a knowing glint. 'Then you dW like it!"
Al swallowed hard. He spun away from her, staggering toward the bar. His bowels still burned and tingled from the brutal experience.
Hell yes, he'd liked it!
CHAPTER FIVE
Connie glowered at Bob as he sat reading his morning newspaper over the breakfast coffee. She had held it in all night long. Now she felt like bursting apart. She knew she had to let off steam. She had to have it out with Bob. He sat there, looking so much at ease and relaxed after the seething sex orgy last night. He had enjoyed himself again. She had enjoyed herself, too, but at least she felt guilty about the affair. Bob didn't seem to be a bit flustered by the immorality of the grope-in. Connie wrinkled her nose. Men were double-gaited creatures. Bob had taken to the swap club the way a fish takes to water.
"What do you think of the swap group now?" Connie asked, her voice high pitched.
Bob did not bother taking his eyes off the sports page. He merely shrugged and continued reading.
Connie spun toward him, tiny fists doubling in anger. "I asked you what you thought of our little sin group."
Bob met her hard stare coolly. He folded his newspaper carefully and laid it beside his plate on the table. She watched him deliberately lift his coffee cup and take a sip. Anger fermented in her. She felt her body tensing sharply with his infuriating act of indifference.
"Well?"
Bob carefully wiped his mouth on his napkin. He leaned hairy forearms on the table. His grin broadened, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. "I had a ball last night," he said calmly. "I thoroughly enjoyed myself."
"You bastard!"
Bob laughed easily. "Don't tell me you failed to get your gun off again?" He shook his head. "Now, that's a damn shame...."
"How many times did you get yours off?"
"I didn't count them," Bob replied slowly. 'Three or four times anyway."
Connie spun back to face the stove. Anger seethed inside her like a boiling cauldron of hot metal. She ached to rake his smug face with sharp, tearing nails. She wanted to hurt him, and still she wanted him to want her and to admit to her that he had not really enjoyed the bodies of other women. Tears sprang into her eyes. She squeezed them shut and willed the tears to retreat. She loved the big jerk even if he couldn't satisfy her raging passions. She wanted him to love her. She did not want to lose him.
Suddenly it was important that her marriage be saved. The sensual act last night with the Lesbian had unnerved her. She had been alive and on fire like never before. Her mind and body had not been her own. She had belonged to the Lesbian lover. Every nerve in her body had been caressed and stroked with the touch of an accomplished lover. The thought that separation and divorce would leave her prey for such women scared her. She knew she would give in again if a Lesbian found her, and she did not want to give in to anybody. She feared domination and supreme control. She feared the weakness of her flesh, too. The Lesbian loving had left her drained and satisfied and eager for more. She could not control her emotions when under the influence of an experienced woman lover. She hated herself for giving into the act. She needed Bob to act as a buffer and a shield against further temptation.
She squared her shoulders and turned to face him again. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Bob," she said in a controlled voice. "It was an interesting experiment."
Bob-grinned lewdly, eyes bright with excitement. "I can hardly wait until Joyce Moran's grope-in next Saturday night!"
Connie's mouth trembled. She stared in awe at Bob as if she had misunderstood him. Her mind raced. Bob wanted to continue with the group. Bob liked the grope-in and mate-swapping parties. Bob wanted to continue. She shook her head in disbelief. She knew she was losing her husband and her marriage. Suddenly she wanted to cling to him and to keep him from other women. She was afraid what might happen to her if she gave into a Lesbian embrace again. She was not sure she was strong enough to stand up against it and turn it away from her. She needed Bob. She required the security of marriage-even a marriage like hers-to feel safe and free of the fear of Lesbians.
"About Joyce's party," she began feebly. Bob rose from his seat. He moved toward her, sliding one arm about her waist. She looked up at him and saw the troubled expression flashing across his face. Her lips parted and trembled as she awaited his kiss. He shook his head, his brow furrowed. He made no move to kiss her expectant lips. She lowered her head, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"It was your idea, Connie," he reminded her gently. Connie held back her tears. She was all tensed up, on edge. She needed a good stiff drink. She nodded her head. "All right," she said, her voice calm. "Maybe I've had enough. Does it matter?"
Bob dropped his arm. He moved back to the table to reclaim his paper. His back was to her. He did not turn around.
Hell, honey, I don't know," he blurted out. "I just don't know."
Connie sighed deeply. Bob did not want to drop the games. All right. Two could play the game. She took a deep breath. Maybe another Lesbian would find her at Joyce's party and further indoctrinate her into the shadowy world of the third sex. At least she had known what it was like to be completely drained of all passion once in her life. At least she knew what she wanted to feel like after sex with a man. The Lesbian experience had taught her that she wasn't frigid and that she could unload in a flood of passion. It took her longer, perhaps, and she was sensitive in the area of the genitalia and not in the breasts and buttocks like most women were. She needed sweet lips and darting tongue probing her secret harbor to really turn her on.
"I think we should continue for a while," Bob said, turning to face her, a guarded look crossing his angular face. "We did agree to give it one month. We're only halfway."
His voice trailed off. Connie turned back to the stove. A vicarious thrill coursed through her body. Already, she was recalling in intimate detail the thrilling caresses and breathtaking moments with the Lesbian. Her loins throbbed with passion. Nipples hardened swiftly, filling with aching desire. She closed her eyes, trying to squeeze the vivid memory out of her mind.
Bob sat behind the wheel of his car and studied the last-minute shoppers hurrying into the smart shops and department stores. It was growing chilly. He sucked on the cigarette as he concentrated on the darting men and women feeding in and out of the stores.
Then he saw her. A quick flash of dark, shapely femininity and bobbing head outside the window on the passenger side as she rapped on the window glass. He leaned over and opened the door. She slid in on the seat beside him, a bright smile flashing across her pretty face, red lips ripe and alluring. The fragrant scent of her perfume heightened his numbing fear. He growled softly, low in his throat, and reached for her. She tumbled into his arms. Her lips were soft and warm under his crushing, demanding mouth. Her arms stole about his neck. Her body molded its shape to his.
"This is crazy," he said, breaking the embrace suddenly, staring down into her challenging eyes. "We shouldn't be meeting like this."
Diane smiled softly. "Don't you want me, lover? Alone ... all to yourself?"
Bob felt his loins tingle with desire. Hell yes, he wanted her. Ever since Diane had come into his life he'd been unable to shut her out of his thoughts. It had been her idea to meet secretly between grope-ins, and he hadn't been able to say no.
"You know I want you," he admitted huskily. "I can't ever get enough of what you can give me."
Diane laughed softly. A lighter flicked to life, and he studied her pretty face in the flickering butane torch as she deftly lit a long, slim cigarette. The light flickered out, and he continued to study her by the glow of her cigarette as she sucked on the filter tip.
"Should we take a chance and go to a motel or just park in the car and make love?" She asked, the challenge evident in her teasing voice.
Bob turned over the motor and flicked on the headlights. He backed quickly out of his parking place and drove out of the bustling shopping-center parking lot and down a dark side street. He drove to the first crossing and swung left down a quiet street. He drove for several minutes before pulling to a stop in front of an empty lot on a dark street. He shut off the motor and lights and turned to her.
"I can't wait long enough to find a motel," he said, the pounding in his brain matching the throbbing in his loins. "I want you now!"
Diane laughed softly. She leaned forward, crushing out the cigarette butt. Bob reached for her, hands circling her back, cupping her small, compact breasts. Diane hissed as she scooted closer to him on the seat.
"I'm not wearing anything under my dress," she whispered huskily, her hands sliding down to his waist, deftly unbuckling his pants, plunging the zipper down.
Bob's hands filled with the satiny globes of her burning flesh. He hissed sharply as his rough hands grazed across the hardening buds and he felt her body quake under his caresses. He raised his buttocks off the seat as she tugged his pants and shorts down his legs to the floor. He heard the rustle of her silk dress whisper across her flesh as she discarded it. A naked thigh scraped against his bare leg, the heat of her flesh singeing him, stroking the torrid fires of passion in his body out of control.
She cried out in ecstasy as her hands circled and squeezed his bursting cock. He hissed in pleasure as she gripped his maleness at the base and twisted her body toward him. The scent of her intoxicating perfume drove him wild with lust. He reached for her, hands filling with scorching buttocks, forcing her loins down on top of his throbbing cock. She laughed softly as he impaled her body on his quivering shaft. He trembled as the intense heat of her womb closed protectively about his cock.
"You like that, don't you, lover?" she hissed, her body screwing down on top of his throbbing maleness.
He nodded eagerly as he began pumping her body up and down on top of his prick. She hissed in pleasure, drawing her feet in under her bouncing buttocks, pushing down even farther on his surging, straining organ until he could feel the hairs of her silken twat rubbing against the bristly hairs at the base of his enormous tool. Her hands moved under his shirt and caressed his bare chest thrillingly.
"Give it to me!" She cried out. "Fuck me! Fuck me, darling!"
He rammed her up and down, loving the feel of her tight cunnie walls clenching his rampaging cock, wanting to stay inside her forever. She was burning up with passion. The fires inside her womb devoured his pistoning flesh, bringing the sweet, excruiating moment of explosion near. He closed his eyes and clung to her pummeling buttocks as she foraged up and down atop his rod like an elevator out of control. Then, suddenly, she cried out. Her body quivered, and the walls of her pussy clenched his burrowing cock, milking him of his nectar as she spent her load, creaming him with her own wild honey. He cried out as his loins burst and he jetted his seed deep into the heart of her womb.
She leaned against him, her body quaking. Her lips found his. Her kiss was sweet and full of promise for the future. He held her tightly against him, wishing he had found her before he had met and fallen in love with Connie. Now he was a married man cheating on his wife, aware of real passion for the first time in his life. He could never get enough of Diane. He wanted her.
"I love you, darling," she whispered in his ear. "I'll always love you. And want you...."
He swallowed hard. He held her against him, loving the way she filled his arms, knowing she filled him with the ecstasy that had been denied in his own marriage. He wanted her naked in bed with him. Sneaking away together for a few hours in a parked car or motel bed was not enough. They had to have more. A lot more.
"Connie thinks I'm out bowling with the guys from the office," he admitted sheepishly.
Diane suppressed a giggle. "John thinks I'm doing some last-minute shopping. I bought a few things just in case he gets nosy." She giggled again. "We swap mates every Saturday night and think nothing of it, but let us cheat during the week and get caught, and the world would end for us!" She shook her head. "Why are we so disoriented, Bob? Why do we have to trust each other during the week but swap mates on weekends?" She smiled brightly. "It's weird, isn't it?"
Bob digester her words for a long time. Connie didn't really care about him. Oh, she loved him in her way, but it was no longer enough for him. He had cheated before and gone home to her. Diane was different. He had found the perfect mate in Diane. A woman who thrilled him and satisfied him the way no other woman could even begin to. He thought idly about divorce. Connie had threatened him often enough. Now it was his turn. He wanted Diane. He had to know if there was a chance for the two of them together. He took a deep breath. There wasn't any sense in putting it off.
"What's with you and John?" He asked, choosing his words carefully. "You've been swapping for quite a while now. Has it helped your marriage?"
Diane moved to the far side of the seat and lit another cigarette. Bob gripped the steering wheel with sweaty hands and steeled himself. This was the test. He didn't even look at her. He was afraid of betraying his feelings.
"Are you asking me to leave John and move in with you?" She asked matter-of-factly.
Bob swallowed hard. His skin felt clammy. She had put it directly and distinctly. She had cut the red tape and come right to the point. Did he want her for his own?
"Would you leave John and come live with me?" He parried.
"What about Connie? Will she give you up?"
He heaved a deep sigh. "I don't know. I'm not sure."
"Do you want to live with me, Bob?"
Bob swallowed hard. "Hell yes!" He blurted out. "You're exactly what I need in bed at night!" He turned to reach for her. "You know you turn me on."
She tumbled into his arms, her lips grazing his cheek. "And you turn me on, Bob."
Her kiss was sweet and full of promise. Hard nipples dug into his chest. He held her in a vise and sucked on her full upper lip. Her hands moved caressingly up and down his back and then inside his shirt to play lightly across his chest. He trembled under her touch. His body warmed. Tingles of desire shot deep into his depleted loins.
"I hate him!" Diane said, venom in her voice. "He's sadistic and cruel! I loathe him when he touches me ;n night! I want to vomit!"
She broke away from him and turned her back on him suddenly. Bob spun toward her, shocked by her sudden outburst. He heard her cry softly and he felt his heart go out to her. He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss away her tears and hold her gently and tell her that he would leave Connie and move in with her.
"I want you, Bob," she said tearfully. "I love you. I love what you can give me. I need you. Please say you'll leave Connie and live with me? Please, darling...."
Bob's head spun. This was what he wanted. Now he had the answer he sought. Diane loved him and wanted him. Diane would leave John and move in with him. Diane was his woman. All he had to do was say the word.
"Please say you'll have me, Bob. Please...."
Bob hesitated. He wanted her. He wanted out of his life with Connie in the worst way. Still, he couldn't just up and leave her without preparing the way. He was an orderly man. He did not make snap decisions. He was too cautious for that. He needed time to put his life in the proper order.
"We have to make plans," he said haltingly.
Diane brushed against him. Her hands moved to his crotch. He caught his breath as a jolt of passion flared to life in his loins.
"I want you now, lover," she said throatily. "I can move out tomorrow and be sleeping in your arms tomorrow night, darling. That's what I want. Will you live with me? Tomorrow night? Will you?"
Bob shook his head. Tomorrow was too soon. A week, maybe. Two weeks at the latest. He had to break with Connie first. He owed her that much.
"I'll let you know when," he said quickly. "It won't be long."
Diane sobbed quietly, her body convulsing with racking tremors. Bob held her woodenly. He stared at her Stupidly.
Couldn't she wait?
CHAPTER SIX
Joyce Moran looked out into the high-walled backyard of her tri-level home from the kitchen window as she served drinks across the built-in bar to her eager guests. The night was alive with sound and ablaze with swirling lights from the colorful Japanese lanterns strung across the pool and patio areas.
They were all present and eager for another grope-in. Joyce chuckled as her gaze flitted across Big Ed Fraser and little Fran as they stood gabbing with Al and Barbara. Big Ed had to be the one. Her bowels still burned from the fiery pain and pleasure he had bestowed on her. Al had taken her the week before, but he'd failed to hurt her at all. Ed had made her scream with passion and come like a spring flood. Doug's fumbling lovemaking attempts during the past week had been unable to close out the memory of that wild pummeling Ed Fraser had given her. Her body screamed for more anal pleasure. She had to have him again.
Bob and Connie arrived. Neither looked overly happy. Joyce mixed their martinis. Connie was a cool, lovely blonde chick with a body meant for loving, but a bitch possessed of a cold heart and a colder womb if she was any judge. Bob looked peaked, on edge, unsatisfied. The way his eyes flitted around, taking in the sexily dressed women about the pool, informed her that he was hot and ready for a night of real lovemaking. Connie seemed too cool and chic, as if she couldn't care less what happened to her. A real cold bitch, Joyce thought to herself. The kind of woman no man could ever really reach. The kind of woman that made men go on the prowl for other women. No wonder Bob belonged to their group. He needed sex. Connie couldn't fulfill him. She could only frustrate him in the act and thus frustrate herself, too. I bet she thinks he's the one at fault, Joyce thought as she met Connie's blue-eyed stare with a lewd grin. Connie blinked in surprise as she accepted the martini and moved casually toward Al and Barbara. Bob followed her, a scowl darkening his handsome face.
Doug came up behind her in the kitchen, one big paw squeezing her upper thigh as was his custom. Joyce winked at him and nodded toward Bob and Connie as they settled in bamboo chairs near where Al and Barbara were standing.
"A real cold cookie, that one," Joyce said.
Doug followed her gaze. "Don't I know it! She kicked me out like I had the plague!"
Joyce laughed softly. "She doesn't know what she's missing, lover," she said teasingly, reaching down to find and squeeze his aroused maleness. "You've always satisfied me, lover."
Doug slid his arms about her and rocked her back against him. She felt his hard cock rising within his slacks. She rubbed her enflamed buttocks against the hardening flesh as Doug's lips grazed her neck.
"Let's go upstairs for a quickie, sweetheart," Doug said in her ear.
Joyce thought fleetingly of doing just that. Doug was all man. He filled her with fire and he opened the floodgates often enough to keep her satisfied. She knew she satisfied him in every way. She loved him. And she guessed he loved her in his own way. Sometimes she wished they were not members of the swap group, but then she thought of what Ed Fraser had done to her last week, and her body suddenly fired with flame. Doug's fingers dug into her thighs. She hissed sharply as she wriggled under his caresses, her mind on Ed and the massive, pummeling cock storming deep into her rectum.
"Let's go upstairs!" Doug hissed in her ear.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her big body on fire. She shook her head, knowing she dared not take the edge off her enflamed passion. No, she wanted Ed Fraser inside her tonight. Nobody else would do. Not even Doug.
"No," she said, her voice breaking. "We can't. The party. We have to be fresh."
Doug cursed harshly. His hands dropped away from her body. "Sure, baby," he said, his voice guarded. "We wouldn't want to do anything that might ruin the party!" He whirled and stalked away.
Joyce shook off the effects of the act. She forced her mind to the task of playing hostess. Doug would be okay. He enjoyed making other women as much as she enjoyed screwing other men. That was why they were part of the group. Neither of them could leave members of the same sex alone. They had always cheated on one another at every opportunity. They had a thing about sex. Take it where and when you can with whomever you can have it with. That was their motto. It had worked fine for them since the beginning of their marriage. Now, for the first time, her thoughts were concentrated on one man, Ed Fraser, and his magnificent instrument of torture and pleasure. Never before had she wanted one man and one man only. Now Ed Fraser stood out away from the others. She sucked in her breath and felt her body tremble as her eyes fastened on his athletic build. She knew she wanted what he had to offer. She could almost feel his rock-hard cock slicing in and out of her burning anus. She could feel his rough hands cruelly crushing her large breasts as he spread her dog fashion and pounded away at her trembling flesh.
She swayed and gripped the edge of the bar counter with both hands. She squeezed her eyes shut to close out the overpowering mental image.
* * *
Doug moved about the guests, playing the part of the charming host. He burned from Joyce's rejection. She had been different the past week. Something was wrong. Eight years of marriage to her had embedded her little ways in his mind. He knew the exact moment when things stopped being right between them. Something had happened at the last party to change her. He was not sure she was aware that something was troubling her. He had no intention of telling her. Still, the fear persisted.
He would keep an eye on her tonight. One of the men had set her off last week, reaching her in a way he had never reached her. He swore softly. Jealousy flared in his mind. He had never been jealous of his wife's lovers before. She had a thing about sex that demanded other lovers to satisfy her raging passions. He had been unable to leave sexually attractive women alone. They had tired of fighting and had joined the swap group. They had exchanged lovers openly and talked about them later in detail. Eight reasonably happy years had gone by. They had been in the swap group five of those eight years.
How many women had there been? Doug sipped his cocktail and tried to recall them. They had come and gone over the five-year span. Twenty-five, maybe thirty different women had shared their beds with him. Many of them on several occasions. Joyce had done as well. None of their lovers had meant anything special to either of them. They were strange and different and good in bed, and that was all that mattered.
Now Joyce had found a man who reached her in a way he couldn't fathom. His marriage was being threatened. He might end up losing his wife. Suddenly he was scared.
He mingled with the guests, sizing them up, pegging the men one by one. The old timers he ruled out. Joyce had slept with all of them at one time or another. Al, Big Ed, John, Sam, Ralph, and Harry were old stuff to her. That left the new guys. Bob Evans and Bill Marshall. Doug spotted them and growled low in his throat. Bob was married to Connie. She was the cold blonde bitch who'd kicked him out two weeks ago. He ground his teeth together. Bob could easily be the guy Joyce was nuts about. Connie certainly never gave him any loving. The guy was probably so starved for real affection that he'd reamed Joyce good and made her want more of him.
Bill Marshall was the other choice. Doug studied him casually. He was slight of build and bespectalled. Doug shook his head. Marshall did not have what it took to make Joyce flip for him. Bill Marshall was married to the stunning brunette, Hedy. Somebody had slapped her around good at the last party ... He looked deep into her bright eyes. She was the type a guy had to knock around before taking her if he wanted her to get anything out of sex. She had to be beaten. He inventoried her ample body boldly. Suddenly he felt like beating the crap out of somebody. Hedy would make a nice target for his wrath. He would keep an eye on her and catch her after the lights went out. He moved toward Bill and Hedy.
"Hi," he greeted them casually. "Nice night for a party."
Hedy flashed him a bright smile. Doug winked at her broadly. His gaze flickered across her exposed cleavage. A stab of passion enflamed his loins. The low-cut gown was loose and hanging open so that his gaze took in the full swell of lush breasts capped by rosy nipples. The nipples hardened under his penetrating glance. He could not take his eyes off them. The scent of her exotic perfume invaded his nostrils, choking him momentarily. He rocked back on the balls of his feet and fought to keep his hands from reaching out to cup her beautiful breasts. Hedy laughed softly, red lips curling back against sparkling white teeth. Perspiration bathed his body. She knew the effect she was having on him.
"You have a beautiful setting for a party," she said in a husky voice that caressed him.
"Sure is a nice place," Bill Marshall interjected, his voice wavering.
Doug ignored him. He knew instinctively that Marshall was not the guy Joyce had fallen for. Bob Evans had to be the bastard. He would handle Bob Evans later. Right now his thoughts were centered on Hedy Marshall. He wanted her. He meant to have her.
"You're stunning, Hedy," he said, undressing her with a bold, frank appraisal of her beauty. "Very beautiful...."
Hedy smiled brightly. She crossed silk-clad limbs. The miniskirt hiked up to her waist. Bare flesh popped into view. He swallowed hard as he deliberately caressed her creamy skin with his eyes.
"Thank you, Doug," she said, her voice low. "I like a man who compliments me."
Doug sniffed the fragrance of her perfume, trying to catalog the scent in his mind. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He recognized it. Lover's Delight.
"You smell nice," he said.
"Do you really like my perfume?"
"I like the body it decorates," Doug said softly, his words punctuated with his desire to make love to her. "I'm going to be groping for you in the dark tonight, honey."
Hedy smiled broadly. She leaned over so that her dangling breasts were fully exposed to his bright gaze. "Just stay downwind and follow your nose."
Doug laughed gutturally. "Thanks. I will."
He moved away, feeling cocky and confident again. He looked back once. Bill Marshall glowered at him in silent rage. He strutted over to confront Connie and Bob Evans, still chuckling. He would locate Hedy in the dark and let her have it good. Maybe she could do for him what Evans had obviously done to Joyce.
"Enjoying yourselves?" he asked them.
Bob Evans shrugged beefy shoulders. Connie glared at him out of icy blue eyes. Doug glowered inside. These two were the least friendly of all the swappers.
"I will, once the party gets underway," Bob said matter-of-factly.
Connie turned to glare angrily at Bob. "Bob's a bit upset," she said, lips curling in a snarl of anger. "Diane hasn't made the scene yet."
Bob glared at her. He nodded his head. "My wife is correct. Diane's the most when it comes to sex."
Connie flushed and looked away. Doug rocked back on his heels. Diane was a hot little cunt. She had got to Bob Evans. He recalled that she had bedded him two weeks ago. Last week, when the lights came on, Bob had been beside Diane on the floor. He chuckled, feeling relieved. So that was it. Bob Evans wanted Diane. Joyce wanted Bob. He laughed softly. He had nothing to worry about. Joyce wanted Bob Evans, but Bob was hung up on Diane. And he was hung up on the cool, chic blonde bitch Bob was married to. He wanted her again. He wanted to give it to Connie until she begged him to let her go. He wanted to fuck her so hard she would go ape and climb the walls and flood him right out of her tight little cunnie. He grinned lewdly and turned and moved away from them.
Tonight was going to be one hell of a night. First Hedy and then Connie. He would take both of them. Maybe he would beat the crap out of Connie, too. She might react to a few punishing fists in the breast and tummy. Maybe that was the key to her passion.
He moved swiftly toward the lighted kitchen. Diane and John were getting their drinks at the window. Everybody was present. It was time to begin the game.
He reached the stereo set and swung the arm off the record. The steady buzz of conversation ebbed slowly. Everybody turned to stare at him.
He grinned broadly. "Five minutes until ten, folks," he said eagerly. "Drink up and get ready to strip naked!" He waved his left arm toward the bathhouse at the far side of the pool. "Women over there. Men on this side." He checked his watch. "Synchronize your watches, men. Five minutes to go, starting right ... now!"
He dropped the arm back on the record and hurriedly downed his martini. He spotted Hedy watching him and he winked lewdly at her. She smiled brightly and parted her legs. He choked as he spotted the bare pink lips of her cunnie visible in the forest of light brush surrounding them. She had rouged her vagina lips. Doug swallowed hard. Hedy wanted him. She would be a wild one if he was any judge.
His loins swelled and hardened with desire as he held her glance and slowly nodded his head. She rose to her feet and moved toward the bathhouse. He watched her swaying sensuously until the men moving toward him broke his line of sight. He found her again as the men fell into line behind him. Hedy was third in line behind Joyce near the bathhouse.
He caught Joyce's eye across the pool. She darted forward suddenly to throw the master light switch installed inside the house. Doug spun toward the women and rushed blindly around the pool as the lights went out, shrouding the yard in complete blackness.
Connie moved toward the protective covering of the bathhouse. She could hide there and take her time locating her mate for the evening. She doubted anyone would be lurking inside to grab her and have her. Tonight she wanted to find Al. Al had the looks and manner of a man well versed in making love. Maybe Al could get her gun.
Connie slipped inside. Behind her she heard the squeals of delight and the giggles of passion as men found women and bore them to the cement pool deck or splashed happily in the pool. She felt the warm, rough wood of the wall behind her back. Relief flooded through her body. Sounds right outside the hut startled her, but she did not move. She was determined to stay secreted until she could find Al. There was just enough sliver of moonlight to allow her to find Al. She had to wait until everybody was engaged before slipping out to find him.
She counted to a hundred and then to a second hundred before she turned to peer out the open doorway. Her heart quickened a beat. It was pitch dark outside. She couldn't see a thing. She shivered, straining to make out a body or a face and identify it. After a long minute she began seeing figures rolling together on the grass or struggling in the pool. Identity was almost impossible. Still she could ignore some as their portly shapes or small size gave them away. Al was big and muscular. Ed Fraser was bigger and broader than Al, and Doug was stockier, but no other man came close to his superb build. She could locate him that way.
She moved out into the night and deftly sidestepped a couple really going to it on the ground. She moved quickly through the night, darting around couples locked together on the pool deck, bobbing up and down in lounge chairs, and copulating in the pool. She spotted Al on the far side of the pool. He was standing flatfooted on the pool deck. A woman dropped to her knees before him, head bobbing toward the swollen cockhead protruding between his hairy legs. She heard Al hiss in pleasure as the woman took his throbbing tool in her mouth and hungrily tongued it.
Connie came up behind Al, running her hands over his chest, thrusting her own high-arched breasts against his back. Her nipples swelled into hard little mounds of desire as they scraped across his taut skin. She felt him stiffen and turn his head to look at her. She pushed her furry down against his taut buttocks and pistoned against his hard body.
"Hello, baby," Al said, grinning. "Kiss me...."
She leaned around to kiss him hungrily on the lips. His tongue darted into her mouth and tagged her own tongue. A thrill coursed through her body. She poked her tongue into his mouth and felt his greedy lips grasp it and suckle hungrily on it, pulling it hard into his own mouth. She trembled as her hands moved down over his belly to his waist. She pounded her loins against his buttocks. She wanted him. Lord, how she wanted him!
"Easy, baby," he whispered, pulling her around so he could caress her breasts. "Take it easy," he cautioned, his fingers surrounding the hard little buds of desire topping her heaving breasts.
"I want you," she said, her voice trembling, as his arms circled her waist and drew her in snug against his chest. "Please...."
"Can't right now," he said, nodding his head toward the woman on her knees before him.
Connie stared angrily down at the woman bestowing pleasure on his throbbing cock with increasing strokes of lust from nibbling lips and erotic tongue. "I want you now," she said softly.
Al shook his head. "She was here first, baby. You'll just have to take what I can give you after she's finished with me."
Connie stifled a sob. She twisted him away from the woman sucking on his swollen cock. Al yelled softly as he fell backward onto a chaise lounge. The woman burrowing between his thighs did not lose a stroke of her lips as her hands dug into his buttocks and her lips continued gobbling the massive organ. Connie straddled Al in hunger, sliding across his chest, imprisoning his head between her inner thighs. Al grunted. His hands dug into her buttocks, fingers twisting cruelly in her flesh. She gasped with pleasure as Al urged her loins toward his seeking lips. She slid forward, wanting, knowing it would be more thrilling with Al than with the Lesbian lover a week ago.
Al's lips closed against the bulging wet lips of her sex. Connie cried out softly as thrills ricocheted throughout her body. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned forward, pushing her bushy cleft toward his eager lips. His fingers dug deeply into her buttocks and inner thighs. He held her loins in the vise of his hands as he darted his tongue in and out of her pulsating cunnie. She wriggled wildly atop him, her body in flames. His lips muzzled inside her flesh. His tongue tickled the hot walls of her cunnie. The ball of fire deep inside her belly began growing hotter and hotter and hotter.
"I love it!" Connie cried out in passion. "I love it!"
Al grunted as his tongue swept deep into the inner flesh and his teeth nibbled at the lips of her sex. One finger worked its way into her anus and probed deep into the hot interior of her rectum. She cried out sharply in pain and she jumped as he rammed his finger home into the pulsating interior. She moaned softly as he worked his finger slowly in and out of her anus. The fires of passion soared bright, out of control in the nerve center of her body. She rolled atop him, giving into the ecstasy of the act. The tight knot of fire in her gut was on the verge of exploding. She pummeled her hips down at his face, loving the way he was making love to her, wanting the climax badly, knowing it would be right with Al.
Suddenly she cried out and arched her hips and strained toward his eager, seeking lips. Her body jarred with the inner explosions deep in her gut. She moaned softly as he lapped the creamy flood of nectar gushing out of her womb. She cried out as he swallowed the seed and continued darting his tongue into the sweet sticky flood of passion filling her cunnie. She was dimly aware of the sudden cessation of his body pistoning against the head of the woman trapped between his thighs. She felt his big body quiver under her and lift her half off the seat as the tension and passion exploded out of him. The woman greedily suckled his flesh until he collapsed under her and lay quiet. His hands continued to stroke her feverish thighs and quivering buttocks until the trembling in her body stopped and gave way to a calm peace and quiet she had never known before.
The scent of her perfume was strong in his nostrils. Bob held the naked beauty against him on the chaise lounge and kissed lush, eager lips. He suckled on her darting tongue, feeling the huge, bobbing breasts and hot little nipples crushed under his chest. Her hands twisted in his hair and urged him lower. He bobbed his head, spearing one hard little nipple with the tip of his tongue. The woman hissed in pleasure and squirmed beneath him. He bit the nipple gently and swept his tongue around and about it as she writhed in heat under him. He suckled on the big, juicy breast and moved to the other breast as she pistoned under him, her skin warming with passion.
She pushed his head lower, urging him down over the creamy valley of her stomach. She shivered as his tongue darted in and about her navel. Her legs spread and he fell between them, the scent of her perfume intoxicating him. He knew she wanted him to kiss her on the lips of her passion. He had never done it to his wife or to any other woman, but suddenly he found himself wanting to bestow pleasure to this woman the way she desired it.
He pulled her thighs apart eagerly and slid down lower on the lounge until his head was buried in the warmth of her loins. His lips kissed the bulging lips of her pussy. His nostrils dragged in the sweet, clean scent of her womb. Her legs closed about his head, engulfing him in the sweet scent of her flesh. His tongue darted deep into the folds of warm, moist flesh. He felt her tremble against him as his tongue traced a trail of fire across the quaking inner walls of her pussy.
Big Ed Fraser watched Bob Evans bestowing cunnilingus on the wriggling Hedy Marshall. He laughed gutturally as his own cock swelled with renewed passion. He touched the head of it briefly. It was still wet from slamming into big-assed Joyce Moran again. He had given it to her good and she had cried out in ecstasy and begged for more. He had shoved her into the deep end of the pool and walked quickly away before she could claim his maleness again. Now he wanted to screw somebody else in the ass. He had suddenly discovered that it was better than any nookie he'd ever had in his life. Ass fucking was for him from now on. And Bob Evans had a big, ripe, hairy ass. The way Evans was lapping up Hedy's squirming pussy, he would never notice what was happening to him until it was too late. And the way his posterior pointed toward the sky, he was too inviting a target to pass up.
Ed dropped to his knees behind Bob and quickly grasped his legs and spread them violently. He shoved his hard, throbbing organ toward the puckered opening of his anus and cried out in triumph as he sliced into the hot flesh. Evans reacted automatically, bucking back against him as he drove his cock deep into the tight little hole. Hedy cried out sharply as Evans bit her vagina-lips with his teeth. Evans tried to pull away from Hedy to ward off this new attack, but Hedy tightened her legs about his head and pistoned her hips wildly against his face. Ed laughed gruffly as he pounded deep into Bob Evans' bowels. He looked into Hedy's frightened eyes and grinned lewdly. Hedy trembled as she bucked up against Bob's squirming torso. Suddenly she cried out in passion and arched her back. Ed felt his own loins explode at that instant. He sank his manhood deep into the trembling body beneath him and jetted his sperm deep into Evans' bowels. He could hear Evans lapping up the squirting nectar from Hedy's pistoning body.
He pulled free in one lunge and rocked to his feet. Hedy met his grin as he twisted and dived head first into the pool. He heard Hedy's soft laughter as he broke the surface and swam lazily toward the diving board at the far end.
Doug Moran watched Hedy Marshall move toward him. He hissed in pleasure and felt his loins throb with aching desire. He had watched her and Bob Evans together. The sight of that sensual act had made him almost explode. Big Ed Fraser had really rammed it up Bob's ass as Bob was eating her snatch. He had held back, watching and waiting. Now she was alone and weaving toward him in the darkness. His cock swelled as she neared him. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils. He doubled his fists and gritted his teeth.
"Come here, baby," he said gruffly in her ear. She stifled a tiny cry and spun toward him, trying to make him out in the pitch blackness of night. He did not wait for her to make a move. He dug his left fist hard into the soft flesh of her stomach and then crossed with a hard right fist that caught her in the mouth. She cried out in pain as she twisted away from him and fell to the ground. He pounced on top of her, raining savage blows to her ribs and breasts as she writhed under him in pain. He hit her again and again until she went limp and lay sobbing helplessly beneath him.
He breathed deeply for several minutes before rocking to his feet. He reached down and grabbed her by one arm and yanked her roughly to her feet. She cried out sharply in pain and sagged against him. Her flesh was hot.
He turned and pulled her into some deep foliage near the cement wall. She made no move to resist him as he dumped her on the ground on her back. He dropped beside her and spread her thighs wide apart. She lay still as he moved between her legs.
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he said harshly in her ear. "You want that, don't you?"
She sobbed for a moment. "Yes!" she said. "Oh, yes!"
"You love to be beaten first, don't you?'. "Yes!" she cried out. "I love to be beaten before I'm fucked!"
His loins swelled with aching hunger. He raised her hot buttocks off the ground and slipped her legs over his shoulders. The heat of her body scorched him. He hissed in pleasure as he dug his fingers into the fat of her buttocks and rammed his swollen cock deep into her burning cunt. She cried out in ecstasy as he buried his organ deep inside her grasping cunnie. He bent her legs back to her shoulders, his weight holding her pinned under him. Her hands moved sensually across his back to grip his taut buttocks. He began pistoning his hips, ramming his cock deep into the torrid depths of her burning cunnie. She cried out and sought his lips with her own. He bit her lower lip, drawing blood. The act seemed to trip her last barrier. Her body began pumping under his, firing with a wild need to match his own wildness. Her lips grew wanton and bold as they suckled on his lower lip and then took his darting tongue into her mouth, where she suckled greedily on it. The hard buttons of her nipples burned into his chest as they slammed violently against one another in the heated throes of passion. The walls of her cunnie collapsed and drew against his swollen cock as he rammed in and out of her twisting loins. Her buttocks couched his thrusts and rose with him, the grasping cunt never letting go of his ramming cock, holding on as their bodies crashed hard into the soft green earth beneath them. Again and again they churned together on the ground. Their bodies grew hot and sweaty, but still they labored on. A film of perspiration bathed them from head to foot, making their holds on one another tricky. They continued battering away at one another until they suddenly climaxed in a dead heat. The explosion of their lust was so wild and forceful that it drained them both in one blinding eruption of passion.
They lay together, too weak to move. Hedy kissed him about the face and neck as he fought to regain his breath. Never before in his life had he experienced such a wild time with a woman. Hedy had been exactly what the doctor had ordered for him. He knew he wanted to screw her again and again. She loved to be beaten and then fucked. And she was the wildest, hottest cunt he'd ever scored with. Joyce could not hold a candle to Hedy on her best night. And that was really saying something!
Barbara waited until Connie was alone on the chaise lounge. She slipped over to drop to her knees between the lush golden thighs of the beautiful blonde. Connie seemed to be asleep. Barbara explored the creamy thighs and tapering legs deftly without arousing the sleeping blonde.
All around her she listened to the sounds of wild rapture as male and female fornicated together.
Connie stirred as Barbara's experienced fingers probed the soft down covering the sweet lips of her sex. Barbara felt an overwhelming compulsion to kiss the bulging lips. She bobbed her head and touched the lips with the tip of her tongue. Connie stirred, and her hands moved instinctively down to caress Barbara's bare shoulders. Barbara squirmed under the electrifying touch and boldly put her lips on Connie's sex and moved her hands around to cup Connie's warm buttocks. Connie moaned softly and parted her thighs wide. Barbara moved into the opening, tonguing the moist slit expertly, thrilling to the way the tiny flesh deep inside Connie's womb trembled under the assault of her darting tongue.
Connie's hands moved down to find and cup and squeeze her breasts. Barbara trembled as she waited for Connie to pull away from her, but there was no retreat. Connie's hands lingered on her breasts, and then she tugged at them, forcing Barbara to raise her head. She looked into Connie's smiling face and slid eagerly beside Connie on the chaise lounge. Connie opened her arms, moist lips parted in an inviting smile. Barbara fell into her arms, tasting the sweetness of Connie's lips, pushing her prone on the deck chair under her heating body.
They kissed softly, passionately, breasts and hips and legs moving sensuously against one another. Barbara gloried in the sweet softness of Connie's lips and in the perfect symmetry of their bodies. Their hands and lips explored one another's nakedness slowly and teasingly until their passion built to a point of explosion. Then Barbara turned and lowered her loins over Connie's face. Connie's hands drew her moist chasm eagerly against her waiting lips and darting tongue. Barbara hissed sharply in pleasure and then bobbed her head between Connie's thighs and began giving pleasure to the squirming blonde in return.
Doug crawled away from Hedy and pulled himself upright by the side of the house. He moved on trembling legs to the bar extending out from the kitchen window and leaned on it for several minutes until he felt his strength returning. Then he made his way toward the pool, skirting the edge of it, to the bathhouse. He felt for the master switch inside the wooden structure, chuckling at the thought of surprising the fornicators in the act when he lighted up the scene. He felt supreme satisfaction to expose the orgies going on around him. He wanted to catch Joyce and Bob Evans together. That was the only thing that really bugged him. That was something he had to see to believe.
His hand touched the lever. He gripped it firmly, hesitated for a moment, then pulled it up. The lights went on all over the yard and in the house. Men cried hoarsely in anger. Women yelled shrilly in surprise. The brightness of the lights blinded them for a moment. Doug blinked his eyes as he quickly took inventory. He swore softly as he spotted the two Lesbians going to it sixty-nine on the chaise lounge across the pool. Barbara and Connie! Now wasn't that one hell of a surprise!
Joyce was nowhere to be seen. He swore as he searched the fornicating couples for sign of Bob Evans. He was missing also. He felt sweat break out across his body as he stepped close to the pool and swept the bobbing heads and floating bodies with a practiced eye.
Diane bobbed up a dozen feet from him. She laughed as a head bobbed to the surface behind her. Doug swore sharply. Bob Evans. He let out a deep breath. That was a relief. Joyce wasn't with Evans after all.
He started to turn away, but his eye caught sight of a woman stroking toward the couple underwater. He sucked in his breath, his hands drawing into tight fists, as the woman came up behind the man and reached between his legs to grasp his maleness. Bob Evans turned just as Joyce broke water and jarred roughly against him, still holding the limp instrument. She blinked in astonishment as she met Doug's glaring anger. Doug turned on his heel and marched toward the house, the sickness churning deep in his gut.
Connie and Barbara broke guiltily apart. John rose from the lawn beside Edna. Ed Fraser released the redheaded Sheila and strutted toward the bar. Al loomed out of the shadows, his slate eyes raking Barbara and Connie angrily. Bob climbed out of the pool and marched toward Connie stiffly. Joyce swam to the shallow end of the pool and pulled herself belly first onto the cement pool deck. She lay gasping like a sick whale.
Al's handsome face twisted into a cruel snarl as he faced his wife and Connie. His fists were doubled and hanging loosely at his sides.
"My own wife!" Al said menacingly in a low voice. "A Lesbian! A damn woman-loving Lesbian!"
Barbara met his hot anger with a look of quiet strength. "Be quiet, Al," she said. "Bob's approaching us."
Connie shivered and lowered her head. Barbara draped one arm protectively about Connie's waist and hugged her briefly. Connie darted a look at Barbara, who smiled reassuringly at her. Their hips brushed lightly. Connie shivered from the contact.
"Don't tell me to shut up!" Al said, his voice rising. He spun to face Bob as Bob approached them. "Maybe Bob would like to know that his wife and my wife just made love together?"
Bob stopped jarringly in his tracks. His mouth sagged open. He stared at Connie, who lowered her head, and then at Barbara, who eyed him defiantly. Bob felt his knees shake. His mouth was dry. Suddenly he wanted a drink. A big, tall double drink. Sweat popped out on his forehead. He wavered on unsteady limbs. He knew from the look in Barbara's defiant eyes that she had gone the Lesbian route with Connie.
"I'm sorry, Bob," Connie muttered between breaking sobs of tortured anguish.
Bob stared hard at her for a long moment, the anger knotting in his guts, swelling his chest and suffocating his lungs and heart. He tried to check the anger, to hold back, but suddenly he had to say it, to explode now before he chickened out.
"So that's why I can't get your gun, Connie?" He shook his head, laughing gutturally. "You need a woman guzzling between your thighs! You need a lousy Lesbian lover! A dyke!"
Al swore suddenly, spinning on Bob, shoving him hard with both hands. Bob fell backward but caught his balance before plunging into the pool. He read the hard anger on Al's face and watched the muscles bunching in Al's arms and chest as he clenched his fists. Bob shook his head and moved toward Al, his own fists doubled and held ready.
"You called the shot, Al," Bob said, his voice steady. "You found them together, and you let me in on the news. So back off before I have to flatten you!"
Al swallowed hard. He studied his larger, heavier opponent before dropping his arms to his sides. "Sorry," he said, trying to smile. "Finding my wife and your wife together like this sort of triggered something...."
Bob spun back to face Connie. He thought instantly of Diane and how much he wanted her. Connie had given him an out. Connie preferred Lesbians to men lovers. Fine. She could get the hell out of his life.
"How long has this been going on, Connie?" he asked, his voice hard.
Connie winced in pain. 'This is the first time...."
Bob laughed gutturally. "Bunk! You've been making the scene with broads all your life! Hell, you've never been a man's woman! That leaves women! Dyke-loving women!"
Connie blushed. Anger gnawed at her. Bob grinned triumphantly at her as she glared at him. He had goaded her. He wanted her to make the break. He wanted her to be the one to sever the knot.
"What difference does it make, Bob?" she said, her voice rising in anger. "Maybe it's not the first time! What are you going to do about it?"
Bob swayed on trembling legs. He was aware of other people watching them from the background. His face flushed with shame. It was a hell of a thing to lose his woman to a Lesbian, even if it meant he would be free to take up with Diane. Still, he had to suffer through the unpleasantness.
"I won't stay married to a damn Lesbian!" Bob said, his voice harsh.
Connie's lips twisted cruelly out of shape. Her eyes filled with hate. "You won't have to!" she said loudly. "I'll get out of your life gladly!"
Bob turned away from her, suppressing a grin as he made his way through the stunned onlookers. He caught Diane's eye and winked quickly. Her lips curved in a bright smile. He knew she understood that now he was free to live with her. He only hoped she would not back out on him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Connie did not leave Bob. She couldn't. Somehow she couldn't face life alone. She had to stick with him a while longer.
She stood his taunts and jeers for three days and nights in silence. He jeered her, mocked her, laughed at her. Every night he stepped out of the shower, his big body wet and glistening, his hard cock aroused to rock solidness as he stalked into their bedroom to taunt her with it, jeering her because she could not be a woman with a man.
The fourth night was the worst. Bob was drunk when he came home. He stripped her naked and then stripped himself. He forced her to her knees on the floor, one hand bunching her blonde hair in a knot behind her head. He forced her head toward his flaunting maleness.
"Suck it!" Bob cried out, thrusting deep into her throat with his swollen organ. "Suck it, you Lesbian bitch! Prove to me you can still give a man some pleasure!"
The slimy feel of his hot flesh driving in and out of her throat gagged her. Bob was trying to ram it down her throat as far as he could, and every plunge sent her reeling dizzily until finally he went too far and triggered her queasy stomach. Suddenly she was vomiting all over his surging cock. He yanked his maleness out of her mouth in hot anger and slammed one hand against the side of her head. She slammed against the hard floor, the sickness erupting over the rug.
She showered, dressed, and left the apartment an hour after Bob passed out. She cried all the way to the car, but once behind the wheel she sobered quietly. She knew where she was going. The heat boiling from between her thighs made her decision easy. She was going to Barbara. She wanted Barbara. She needed her lovemaking. She was on edge and near hysteria, and she knew Barbara's lips and Barbara's caresses could still the fear burning inside her and let out the boiling pressures threatening to go off like a time bomb.
She called Barbara from a block away and was glad to learn that Al was away on business and would not be home until very late. Connie's heart beat in anticipation as she drove quickly to Barbara's house and hurried up the walk.
The front door opened just as she reached for the knocker. Barbara swayed in the entrance to the darkened home. Connie sucked in her breath. Barbara wore a thin transparent black negligee that left little to the imagination. One leg was thrust outward, bare and beautiful in the pale light of the room behind her. Her breasts clung to the silk as she moved easily to let Connie inside before closing the door.
Connie turned to take Barbara in her arms. Their bodies touched and clung together. Their lips met. Connie felt her legs weaken as Barbara's ripe red lips suckled gently on her lower lip. She darted her tongue into Barbara's mouth and felt Barbara's lips suction gently on her flesh and harvest sweet succulence from it.
Barbara broke the kiss and stepped back. "Let's go to my room and be naked together, darling," she said, her voice lilting.
Connie followed her eagerly upstairs to the master bedroom. Barbara flicked on a small night light and shrugged out of her negligee. Connie rocked on weak legs as she took in the full breasts, capped by turgid nipples; lush, tanned, fully rounding tummy; long, tapering legs; gently curving hips. Barbara moved lithely to the bed and climbed onto the mattress, taut buttocks winking at Connie. Connie sobbed back a cry and tore out of her clothing. Barbara lay on her back, arms behind her head, the rising mounds of her breasts tanding straight up with the enticing red nipples capping them like ripe strawberries riding a mountain of whipped cream. Connie flung the last item of clothing to the rug and rushed into Barbara's arms.
They kissed softly and lovingly. Connie's hands caressed the ivory skin. Barbara trembled under her touch. Connie bobbed her head and stabbed the turgid nipples with the tip of her tongue. Barbara cried out softly in joy and wonder. Connie bobbed her head and suckled on the sweet-scented flesh, drawing as much of the firm breast into her mouth as she could. She felt Barbara's fingers probing her body, moving between her legs to the silky mound there, one finger slipping into the warm moistness. Connie wriggled her hips and opened her legs wider as she chewed greedily on the choice morsel of breast.
"Do you like this, darling?" Barbara inquired, adding one finger to the digit already deeply involved inside her slit. Connie's head bobbed as Barbara worked the two fingers deeper into the moist tunnel. Connie's mouth began a frenzied sucking motion on the scented breast. Barbara added a third finger to the burning tunnel as Connie squirmed against her. Connie tore her mouth away from the bobbing breast, gasping for breath. "I love it!" she cried out in wonder.
Barbara cooed softly and dug deeply into Connie's rising, twisting bottom. Connie whimpered softly, loving the pain and the pleasure. Barbara's free hand traced a trail of fire over her backside. One finger poked into the tiny puckered opening between her buttocks. Connie cried out as Barbara pushed her finger into the opening and wriggled it deeper.
"I love it," Connie cried out, amazed at the lack of pride and shame that allowed her to be so free with Barbara.
Barbara jabbed her finger in and out of her anus as her other hand continued jabbing and probing and twisting inside the molten tunnel between Connie's thighs. Connie rocked back and forth in wild abandon. As she sank down on the jabbing finger in her anus, she would jerk high in the air, only to feel the three seeking fingers digging inside her tunnel of love. Then she would slam down on the finger in her ass again and rise quickly to feel the pain and pleasure stirring in her moist pussy.
"Put your lips and tongue in me!" Connie cried out. "I need your lips and tongue, darling! Please...."
Barbara rolled her on her back and pulled her fingers free of her grasping body. Connie quivered in anticipation as Barbara parted her thighs and buried her head between them. Connie lifted her bottom and slammed it against Barbara's seeking face. She cried out in awe as the succulent lips closed in on her throbbing pussy and the long slithering tongue snaked into her palpitating opening. Barbara's hands closed on her buttocks and rode with her twitching hips as she sank into the mattress, only to thrust her body high into the air again. Back and forth, up and down, Connie throbbed her burning body against the bobbing head, hands digging into the raven tresses of Barbara's hair as Barbara bestowed love with her sucking lips and darting tongue. "I love it! I love it!" Connie cried out. Barbara worked deeper into the glistening hairs surrounding Connie's womanhood. Her lips found and gently suckled on the hard little clitoris until Connie was throbbing wildly in bed under her, caught up in the heat and passion of the moment. The heat boiling out of Connie's cunnie was overwhelming. Barbara fought off the wave of dizziness that gripped her. She continued sucking on the clitoris and running her tongue around the palpitating walls of the coated womb.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Connie cried out, arching her back, almost tossing Barbara off the bed.
Barbara gripped the heaving buttocks, riding out the storm, tasting the thick, creamy nectar that surged out of Connie's flooded pussy. She lapped the nectar greedily and continued caressing the panting walls of her womanhood until Connie quieted and sank, moaning, into the wet mattress.
"It's never been like this before," Connie whispered huskily, one hand stroking the glistening black hair.
Barbara smiled as their eyes met and held. "You've given me something no man on earth can give me, darling. I love you. I hope you love me."
Connie opened her arms. Barbara fell between them. They kissed passionately for a long moment. Connie liked the feel of Barbara's silken body molding itself to her own.
They lay together a long time. Then Barbara disengaged herself. Connie looked up at her expentantly.
Barbara smiled softly. "Your turn, darling," she said. "I want you to love me now."
Connie shuddered. She nodded her head. Barbara had given her complete satisfaction. She could do no less for Barbara. She wanted to love Barbara. She wanted Barbara to come as fully and completely as she had come. She wanted to do everything to Barbara that Barbara had done to her.
Barbara inched forward on her knees until her thighs closed about Connie's face. Connie waited for Barbara to lower her body and close her soft flesh around her face. Barbara's hands moved into her hair as she stroked the taut, firm buttocks and sucked the bulging lips and clitoris of Barbara's sex. Barbara bounded up and down atop her face for a long time as passion built. Then Barbara cried out sharply and bucked hard against her and spent her passion. Connie lapped the flooding nectar and savored the sweet, pungent taste of it. She accepted all of it, licking the trembling walls of Barbara's well until Barbara quieted and dropped beside her on the quilt. They lay quietly beside one another, thoroughly sated and drained of all passion.
"Bob's leaving me," Connie said slowly. "I'm glad, now that I know what I want." She held Barbara's eyes. "I want you," she said softly.
Barbara smiled. "I'm tempted, Connie. I do love you, but I can't just up and leave Al. He's a big baby. He needs me. He really does."
Connie felt jealousy surge up within her breasts. She tried to fight it off, but it was there and she could not deny it. She had hoped that Barbara would leave Al and live with her. She knew without asking that Barbara would never leave her husband. Barbara could love her and her husband at the same time.
"We'll have lots of time together," Barbara said, squeezing her hand. "Well be lovers just as often as you wish. You know I want you, darling. You know I love you ... and need you. Isn't that enough ... for now?"
Tears filled Connie's eyes. She fought them back. She could not bear to look at Barbara. Suddenly she had the feeling that she was caught in the grip of a nightmare that none of this was actually happening to her. She shook her head to dispel the notion that she was engaged in Lesbian love, but the dream did not fade away. It was real. She shuddered.
A door banged shut. Barbara sat upright in bed. Connie rose on her elbows. She looked bewildered as Barbara hopped out of bed and moved toward the connecting bathroom.
The bedroom door banged open. Light flooded the room. Connie screamed as Al loomed in the doorway, leering at them. Barbara stopped short by the bathroom door and turned slowly to face him. Al's hard glance raked their nudity. He knew they had just made love.
"So my dyke wife and her Lesbian lover are at it again?" Al growled in a loud, thick voice.
Barbara calmly picked up her discarded negligee and slipped into it. "You're drunk," she said, passing off the affair as casually as though it were unimportant.
Al took one step into the room. His legs wobbled. He leaned against the wall and stared hard at Barbara. "Not that drunk!" he said, snarling.
Barbara moved confidently toward him and tried to slide by him. Al shot out one hand and gripped her arm, jerking her to a sudden halt. Barbara cried out as his free hand slammed across her face. She reeled against the wall and slid to a sitting position near the door. Al laughed as he dropped to his knees over her.
Connie slipped out of bed and quickly dressed. She kept her eyes glued on the broad back of Al as he dropped his pants and spread-eagled Barbara on the floor and then inched up to her head, where he speared her ruby lips with the thick, blunt instrument of his sex.
"Suck it, Lesbian!" Al raged drunkenly, leaning over the writhing woman on the floor. "You ate that bitch; now you eat me!"
Connie slipped her feet into her pumps and moved quietly around the bed. She held her breath as she darted past Al's broad, hulking form. She sobbed gratefully as she yanked open the front door and ran out into the night.
She reached her car and got it started just as Al loomed in the doorway to his house, one hand holding his pants at the waist.
"Come back here!" Al shouted over the roar of her car motor.
Connie cried in alarm. She stepped on the gas and pulled away from the house. Through her rear-view mirror she saw Al stumbling out into the driveway. She bit down on her lower lip and spun the wheel as she shot around a corner.
Her mind was filled with terror. She knew Al was going to chase her. She feared what he might do to her. He had forced Barbara to fellate him. She did not know what plans he had for her, but he might make her fellate him, too. She gagged at the thought. She had tried doing it to Bob once, early in their marriage, but the musky scent of his maleness had thwarted the act. And then tonight....
She choked back the nausea building in the pit of her stomach. Behind her she spotted the telltale lights of a car following her.
She turned into her street and eased up on the gas. The car behind her turned with her. She sobbed brokenly. The car was following her.
She turned into the alleyway leading behind her apartment. Al swung in behind her, closing to less than fifty feet. Connie realized with a sinking heart that Al would catch her before she could park her car and reach the safety of her apartment.
There was only one thing to do. She stepped down on the gas as she passed her apartment building and the open parking area, swung blindly out onto the next street, and raced onto the southbound freeway and into the midst of the heavy traffic. She darted a look into her rear-view mirror and saw that her quickness had paid off. Al had not expected such evasive action. He had slowed down to turn into her apartment-building lot, and he had not caught her move in time.
She was safe. She could not go home, because Al was lying in wait for her. She could not return to Barbara's, because sooner or later Al would go home. She had nowhere to go.
She swung into the slow lane and took the next off ramp and then drove down a quiet boulevard until she spotted a winking neon sign that advertised cocktails and music for the lonely. She recalled the bar from previous nights out with Bob. It had once been their favorite place for a nightcap before going home to bed.
Connie swung into the parking lot and then moved quickly into the back entrance of the bar. She looked back once, sweeping the dark street with a sharp glance. Al's car was not in sight. She was safe.
She breathed deeply as she stumbled into the dark interior of the bar. She would have a drink to calm her nerves, and then she would go to a movie before driving home. Time was all she had to kill. She could manage it.
A wild flicker beat in her chest as she thought of Bob. Maybe there was still hope for their marriage. Maybe she could save their marriage. She knew that any more nights like tonight could only warp her and ruin her for men and marriage. She wanted to do right. She wanted to be a good wife and, eventually, a mother.
She climbed onto an empty barstool and woodenly ordered a Manhattan. She ignored the faceless man sitting next to her as she lighted a cigarette and pulled the smoke deeply into her lungs. The male face leering at her was illuminated by the flicker from her lighter. She felt her heart pound hard as she recognized the face.
Big Ed Fraser!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"This is my lucky night," Big Ed said, one arm sliding around her back.
Connie shivered. She dragged deeply on the cigarette, letting the smoke drift lazily out of her nostrils. She fought for self-composure, but the hard steel of the arm about her back made it difficult to be at ease.
"I'm on my way home from shopping," Connie said, flashing Ed a sickly sweet smile. "Bob's waiting for me. We're going to a late movie."
Ed laughed easily, a deep, resonant laughter that shook his hard body. He stared at her, flushed with liquor, not believing a word she was saying. Connie looked away.
"And I'm out walking the dog," Ed said, laughter bubbling out of his big body. "You and me, Connie, we're a pair." He slammed one huge fist down on the bar top.
"I have to be going, Ed," Connie said, the words rushing in her hurry to get them out. She picked up her glass and sipped the cocktail slowly. The liquor burned as it coursed down her throat. She was in a predicament. Al was probably waiting in hiding for her at her home, and Big Ed Fraser had her trapped in the cocktail lounge. Her head whirled. She wanted to call Bob to come and get her. Then everything would be solved.
She forced a smile on her face and deliberately turned toward Big Ed. She crossed her legs, the miniskirt hiking a good twenty inches above the knees. The lighting was dim, but Ed did not miss her obvious move. He stared at her creamy exposed flesh. Connie smiled sweetly at him and thought to herself that she had to outwit the big stud. She shuddered at the thought of being impaled on the thick club he had for a love tool. She wasn't sure she could take him. She had no desire to try.
"What are you doing here, Ed?"
Ed shrugged and grinned good-naturedly. "Just out for a few drinks and some action ... maybe." He winked broadly and pinched her upper thigh. "I'm a man who craves a lot of action, baby. Think you can find time for a little?"
Connie forced the smile to remain glued to her face. She flashed her big blue eyes at him and fought down the nausea building in the pit of her stomach. "That depends," she said coyly. "I do have a date. Fact of the matter is, I'm to meet him here."
Ed's face twisted into a scowl. His hand caressed her silk-clad leg. She fought to control her emotions. The hand bothered her, but she did not attempt to dislodge it. She knew Ed had to be sidestepped gracefully. Any quick moves would only bring out the beast in him. She had to play it smart.
"We could ditch him," Ed suggested, digging his fingers into her upper thigh.
Connie shook her head slowly. "Not really. He's a nice guy. A good friend."
Ed's booming laughter cut through the din of noise in the bar. "I bet he's a good friend!" He slapped her silk-clad thigh softly with his free hand. "I'd sure like to be your 'friend', Connie!"
Connie twisted on the stool. Ed's fingers were digging into her tender skin. She pushed his hands gently away. He eased his touch, grinning apologetically. She smiled warmly at him and toyed with her cocktail glass.
"I could call him, I suppose," Connie said coyly, watching Ed over the lip of her half-empty glass.
Ed brightened. "Good idea!" He reached into the jacket pocket and flipped a dime on top of the bar. "My treat. Go call him. I'll wait here."
Connie let out a deep breath. It had been easy. Too easy. All she had to do was call Bob and then hold Ed off until Bob arrived. Ed would be sore, but he wouldn't do a thing with Bob around.
Her heart raced as she moved into the rear hallway and picked up the receiver. She dialed the number and listened to the phone ring incessantly, loud in her eardrums. Her heartbeat pounded in her skull as the phone rang and rang and rang. Bob had to be home! He had to be!
Ed was getting restless. She darted a look at him. He was watching her. She smiled sweetly at him and pretended to be talking into the receiver. She casually turned her back toward Big Ed and continued talking into the dead phone. Her mind clicked a mile a minute. She was parked out back ... She could drop the phone and make a run for it. Ed would chase her, but maybe she could break clear of him. It was worth a try.
She looked into the dim bar room. Ed's back was to her. He was paying for fresh drinks. She dropped the phone receiver and made a dash for the back door. She bolted out into the dark parking lot and sobbed gratefully as the night closed in around her. She looked quickly for her car, spotted it, turned that way. A door slammed loudly behind her. She shuddered as she ran for her car, searching for her keys in her handbag. She sobbed gratefully as her fingers closed around her car key. She inserted it in the lock of her car and yanked open the door on the driver's side. Gravel crunched behind her as she slid in on the seat.
Big Ed grabbed her by one arm and twisted her about, pulling her out of the car, slamming her back hard against the cold metal of the car. She cried out in pain and anger.
"No dame runs out on me!" Ed lashed at her in a loud, drunken voice. "Especially after I buy a round of drinks!"
Connie whimpered in his grasp, unable to move. His whiskey breath gagged her as he moved in close and bent his head. She tried to dodge his thick lips, but he caught her flush on the mouth and forked his hot tongue deep inside her mouth.
"Get in," he ordered gruffly, pushing her into the car.
She fell onto the seat. He moved after her, quickly for such a big man, slamming the door shut behind him. Then he reached for her, grabbing her by the neck of her blouse, ripping it off in one bold jerk. She cried out as the material tore free from her body, wadding like cotton in his hand. He laughed gutturally as he eyed her lace bra and the bulging breasts contained in the cups.
"Get naked!" he said, his thick lips twisting cruelly out of shape. "Quick, before I rip off the rest of your clothes!"
Connie cried softly as she unhooked her skirt and worked the zipper down. He watched her out of greedy eyes, the fixed smile on his face as she lifted her hips and pulled skirt and half slip off long, tapering legs before kicking free of them.
"Let's see your boobs, sweetie," he said, his voice low and hoarse.
She unhooked the bra and drew it free of her surging breasts. He whistled shrilly, and then his big rough hands were cupping and squeezing her breasts. She closed her eyes and fought down the tremors in her body as he felt them and massaged them and twisted them cruelly.
"Now the panties," he ordered, his voice gruff.
Numbly, she obeyed, pulling the silk panties free of her body and kicking out of them. He chuckled eagerly as his-hands pulled her thighs apart and his huge, rough fingers pawed at her groin.
"Open up, baby," he said, slipping two thick fingers deep into the moist softness of her womb.
She cried out in pain as he jabbed deep in to the heart of her womanhood, but she spread her thighs wide and slid lower in the seat to give him more room. He chuckled softly as he worked in a third finger and gouged her repeatedly with his sharp nails. She hissed in pain and wriggled her bottom to try to avoid the sharp, tearing slashes of his long nails.
"You like it, don't you, baby?" She nodded her head. The idiot thought her frantic gyrations were signs of passion. Didn't he realize he was cutting her tender flesh to ribbons with those slashing fingernails?
He withdrew his hand and chuckled softly. She opened her eyes in time to see him discard his shirt and fling it on the floor. Even in the dark his chest was an impressive sight. She shuddered. He was hairy like an animal. Hairy and sweaty and all muscles in the arms, chest, and shoulders. He laughed as he watched her eyes flicker over his nakedness.
"You haven't seen anything yet, baby," he said, zipping open his pants. 'Time for the main event."
He raised his hips and worked the pants and shorts down his hairy legs. A massive cock sprang out of the tangle of clothing to throb free of its confinement. Connie sobbed as she watched the tremendous organ swell to its full, incredible size. She had seen it before, of course, but at a distance and not in connection with her own body. Suddenly she knew fear. Fear that Ed's tool was too huge to enter her small body. Fear that he would use her as she had heard he used other women. Barbara had told her she'd bled for two months after being impaled on that monstrous cock. She shuddered and turned her head from the sight.
Ed's hands slid over her shoulders and around to cup her breasts. His hairy body came in contact with hers. She shivered as she felt his rock-hard cock brush against her hip.
"In the back, sweetie," he said gruffly. 'Time for love."
She climbed woodenly across the seat and slumped down on the rear cushion. Ed breathed harshly as he lumbered after her. She viewed him through narrowed eyes as he sank to his knees between her thighs and prepared to cup her buttocks in his huge palms.
"Bet you've never had a cock the size of mine before, sweetie."
She shook her head. "You're so big," she said, her voice trembling.
Ed threw back his head, laughing easily. "That's what they all say, sweetie. And they're right! Ten inches of solid cock! Five and a half around the horn! I'm the biggest stud you've ever seen, baby! Now I'm going to be the biggest you've ever had!"
He rammed at her flesh suddenly, lifting her buttocks easily to meet his downward slash. She cried out as the head of his huge cock plowed into the moist jungle of her loins. The lips of her vagina stretched taut as he fought to plow into her secret place. She was too tense and he was too eager, and he could not get inside her. He cursed bitterly and dropped her to the cushions and edged forward on his knees again.
"Scared, aren't you?" He lashed at her. "You've never had a cock like mine before, and you're afraid you can't take it!"
Connie nodded quickly. He was right all the way. "You're so big!" She protested mildly.
One fist clamped hold of the throbbing cock just behind the head. He squeezed it in his big fist. "Maybe you ought to eat me first. Then it won't, be so big and you won't be scared of it."
Connie shook her head. "No," she said, her voice quivering. She knew she could never get that thick head into her mouth. And if she did, he would ram it down her throat and make her gag. She would rather have him force it deep into her cunnie than to cram it down her throat. "No," she said again quickly. "Let's try again, only gently this time. Let me guide it in."
Ed grunted, nodding his head. He relaxed as she slid her raised buttocks toward him, legs high in the air and parted, he gripped her ankles as she slid her limbs over his shoulders. Her hands guided the hot, hard flesh toward the moist lips of her cunnie and inserted the head a tiny bit.
"Easy does it," she whispered as she moved her buttocks gently toward him, driving his cockhead in another fraction of an inch. "Just relax. Let me do the work."
He rocked back on his haunches and watched her piston her hips toward him, each move drawing a bit more cock into her womb. She was sweating now, working hard, her eyes riveted to the tantalizing swollen head of his enflamed cock. The lips of her pussy were stretched tight around the huge cock head, and she was almost to the point of breakthrough, when he palmed her buttocks and rammed her hard with every ounce of strength in his body. She cried out shrilly in pain as he slammed her into the cushions, his solid cock slicing deep into the enflamed pit of her passion.
She screamed once before he covered her gaping mouth with his own and bent her head back against the armrest with a kiss of overpowering brute force that number her lips and jarred her head. Her hips involuntarily twitched, and his driving cock rammed even deeper into the tender, tight flesh of her womb. His tongue pried between her closed lips and stabbed her tongue. His hands dug into the lush flanks of her buttocks, nails cutting the skin, drawing blood. She twisted in his grip, unable to free herself, his cock penetrating deeper and deeper into the unexplored flesh.
"You love it, don't you, baby!" he said, breaking the kiss. "You love my cock, don't you!"
She nodded and clenched her teeth against the pain. He slammed his big body down against hers, driving deeper and deeper into the flesh of her womb until she couldn't stand the pain any longer. Her muscles flexed and tightened against his invading cock, and he chuckled in her ear and rammed into her with even greater force.
"That's it, baby! Get that snapping pussy working!"
Connie struggled to close out the pain as he slammed into her body. She knew it had to end soon. He could not go on forever. Even a man as large as Ed Fraser had to shoot his load. Then, suddenly, she remembered the little tricks she had learned that aided a man in climaxing sooner. She reached up between his pummeling thighs and touched his bulging scrotum. He hissed in pleasure as she began squeezing the sac with a rhythmic stroke.
"That's good, baby," he said, slamming in and out of her helpless flesh. "I'm gonna explode!"
She tickled his balls and moved higher to the crevice of his buttocks and found the soft, round little hole. He shivered as her finger poked into his anus and moved slowly into the warm chamber. Then, as he slammed down into her rising loins, she jabbed him sharply. He howled and stiffened, and then his entire body exploded with wild, jolting releases of jetting semen that filled her love chamber to overflowing. She sobbed in gratitude as his jerking rod softened and he withdrew from her body. A flood of nectar washed up and out of her womb and swept slowly down her legs. She sobbed freely, thankful that she was rid of him.
He rocked on his knees above her. "Jeez, baby, you're the best piece I ever had," he announced in an awed voice.
Connie felt her own body suddenly fuse and trigger. She gasped as contracting muscles began expanding deep inside her body. A Shockwave rolled through her body. The awful tearing of her flesh gave way to a new sensation. She opened her eyes and blinked at the hairy body hovering over her as wave after wave of contractions exploded deep in the heart of her loins. Her juices flowed lush and sweetly out of her body. She cried softly, wondering why it had to be Ed Fraser who had unlocked the prison of her loins. Why couldn't it have been her husband?
She lay sobbing as he dressed in the front seat. When he was done he turned back to her. She lay naked, mired in the secretion of their bodies, still awed by the turn of events that had made a woman of her for the first time. She smiled warmly at him. He had been good tonic for her. Now that a man had actually made her reach a climax, maybe it would be easier the next time she bedded her husband.
She sat up suddenly. She could hardly wait to go home and find out, Bob hadn't answered the phone. Maybe he was sound asleep by now-dead drunk. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. It was just as well. She needed time for her sore muscles to recuperate. Tomorrow, she thought. Tomorrow night I will seduce my husband and let him make me a woman!
CHAPTER NINE
Bob grinned at Diane as he came out of the motel office waving a key. He slipped behind the wheel as Diane hugged his arm. The intoxicating scent of her perfume invaded his nostrils, leaving him giddy. He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. They'd had a lot of drinks before deciding to take a chance on going to a motel. Now they were here, and he wanted to be capable of performing herculean stud service. Diane was hot and on fire. The way she wiggled her bottom told him she needed a good loving badly.
"Hurry," she hissed in his ear, the scorching breath on his neck exciting him, firing his loins with sudden desire. "I can't wait!"
Bob drove quickly to cabin eleven and parked in the little shed separating their cabin from number ten. Diane slid out of the car after him. They hurried up the steps of the frame cabin. Bob inserted the key in the lock and threw open the door. Diane darted into the darkness of the room, hands lifting her dress as she moved. Bob slammed the door closed behind them and felt for the light switch.
Light flooded the room. Bob sucked in his breath as Diane flipped her dress to the floor and swung to face him, hands stroking her pronounced hips as she swayed toward him. He swallowed hard. She was naked under the dress. Wantonly, tantalizingly, desirably naked. Her breasts bobbed. Tiny hands stroked her body sensuously as she swayed before him. Sweat broke out across his body. His fingers worked numbly at the buttons of his shirt.
"I want you, darling," Diane hissed softly, eyes bright with lust. "I want you to fuck me like there was no tomorrow." She shivered slightly. Her hands molded her firm breasts. The nipples poked out hard and rigid and full of desire.
Bob tore out of his clothes and kicked off his shoes. He hooked thumbs in his shorts and skinned them free of his body. Then he was naked and facing her, his cock swollen with desire, lifting toward her body as she swayed toward him. He planted his bare feet solidly in the rug and watched her eyes go wide with pleasure as they fastened on his surging, blood-swollen organ.
"You're so big, my darling stud," she hissed, dropping to her knees on the rug before him.
He looked down at her, loving the touch of her fingers on his bare flanks, hissing with pleasure as the tip of her tongue darted out, touching the bobbing head of his aroused maleness. He hissed again as her lips nibbled at the purplish underside of the cockhead.
She looked up at him, red lips curved wetly in a lewd grin, eyes flashing hotly with desire. "You want me to do it, darling?"
He shook his head and reached for her. She rose to her feet as his hands hooked gently under her armpits. She fell into his embrace, the burning tips of her nipples scraping across his hairy chest. He shivered in passion and clamped her soft body close against his own heated flesh. Her head raised, and he mashed his lips hungrily down on hers, tasting the succulence there, loving the feel of her perfume sending him reeling dizzily in the heat of the moment. Her tongue forked into his mouth, and he drew on it slowly, taking all of it within his mouth, sucking on the tender flesh as though it were a mother's breast at feeding time.
She broke the kiss, gasping for breath, hands stroked his flanks and moved between them to fondle his throbbing cock and gently milk his swaying testicles.
"Let's go to bed and make love," she whispered in his ear.
He nodded, reaching down to sweep her into his arms, striding boldly toward the bed, dropping her on her back on the quilt. She giggled as he worked his way on his knees between her thighs and palmed her buttocks.
"What are you going to do to me, kind sir?" she said teasingly, red lips bright and wet with lust.
He slid her legs over his shoulders. "I'm going to ram my cock up your cunnie and fuck the hell out of you," he retorted, grinning lewdly.
She wriggled her saucy bottom, eyes bright. "Fuck me royally, then," she hissed. "Make me explode, lover...."
He dug his fingers cruelly into the fleshy folds of her buttocks and rammed his hips down into her soft, yielding body. She cried out as he penetrated her hot vagina with the swollen instrument of desire. She wriggled her hips and arched her back, taking all of his enflamed cock deep into the burning recesses of her cunnie, loving it, crying out with pleasure as he pulled out of her and then slammed deep into her awakening flesh again.
"You love it, don't you?" he gasped as his loins stroked in and out of the magic well of her lovely body.
"Yes!" she hissed. "I love being naked with you, being fucked by you, having your big cock driving in and out of my pussy. I love it, Bob! I'll never get enough of your cock. I'll never want another cock the way I want yours. I want you, darling. All the time. I want to live with you, to wake up naked in bed next to you every morning, to be impaled on that monstruous tool of yours two and three times a day!"
Bob plowed deep into her pistoning body, loving the feel of her flesh against him, the hot, clenching pussy surrounding his driving cock, knowing she was the best screwing he'd had in his life. He wanted her. He needed her. There wasn't any reason why they couldn't live together.
"I'm going to find us an apartment tomorrow," he said, stroking deep into her burning body. 'The day after tomorrow I'm moving my things in. I want you to live with me, baby. Will you?"
She nodded her head, her body trembling under him. "Yes! Oh, yes, darling! You know I will!"
Bob grunted. He turned his head, his lips seeking hers. Their lips molded and pressed together. Her tongue slipped into the warm cavern of his mouth. His tongue struck hers. They shivered from the delirious sensation.
Muscles held his driving cock and clenched it like a vise. He cried out in passion and awe and felt his seed shooting deep into the quaking chasm of her loins. She cried out in passion and bucked up against him as he drove her deep into the mattress and held her pinned there as he pounded out his sperm into the exploding chamber of her lust.
"I love it! I love it!" she cried out in passion as they completed their wild moment of shattering climax. "Oh, Bob, darling! I love you!"
Bob swallowed hard. He opened his eyes and gazed tenderly into her soft green orbes. She seemed bewildered and lost for a moment, but then sanity returned and her eyes focused on him and her lips curved in a bright smile.
"Just too much, darling," she said softly. "You send me. You make me go ape." She shook her head wonderingly. "I've never had anyone like you before."
Bob raised on his elbows, liking the feel of her stomach and thighs and firm legs under his body. He stared down at her firm breasts and watched the nipples soften. He swallowed hard. She was beautiful. He loved her. He needed her. Now he was going to have her all to himself every morning and every night the rest of his life. She was his alone.
He smiled softly into her sparkling eyes. "We won't need the swap group any longer, will we?"
She laughed softly and shook her head. "We both found what we were looking for there, didn't we?"
"You didn't answer my question."
Diane laughed teasingly. "I didn't, did I?"
Bob frowned. "Of course, it would be fun to attend now and then. Sort of take the dull edge off things. You know, keep us up to date on what's available."
Diane reached up to pull him down into her arms. "No, you don't!"
Bob rolled on his side and gently caressed one breast. Diane shivered from the contact. He laughed softly.
"I can leave the group alone if you can," he said. "You're more than enough woman for me."
She opened her arms, and he slid into them. Their lips met and clung in a warm kiss of clinging passion. Her hands swept down over his broad back and touched his taut buttocks. His own hands palmed her lush hips and worked between her parted thighs.
"I'm going to want you again," he said, whispering in one ear.
"I want you, too," she said, wriggling under him.
A door banged shut. Bob cursed. Diane screamed shrilly. Bob sat up in bed, turning his head toward the door. Diane sobbed brokenly.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" John spoke softly from the closed door. He raised the wicked-looking revolver in one hand, pointing it unwaveringly at Bob. A black leather whip dangled from his left hand. He grinned triumphantly.
Diane pulled the sheet up to her neck. She shivered beside Bob. "What do you want?" she asked in a tiny voice.
John laughed easily. He flicked the wrist, and the black leather thongs hissed through the air, jerking the sheet out of her hands. She screamed and scooted behind Bob, her body shaking against him. Bob reached back to comfort her. He stared at the business end of the gun and thought about his chances of disarming John.
"I want you, my dear, unfaithful wife," John purred, his lips twisting into a sneer. He flicked the whip again. The coil snaked out to crack against the brass headrail of the bed.
Bob stood up beside the bed, shoving Diane to safety behind him. She trembled violently against his back and clung to his waist. He moved slowly toward John. The room was small. He was less than six feet away. He ignored the gun. John wouldn't use it. He seemed to be happy he had caught them together. He wasn't outraged or jealous about Diane. They were members of the swap club. Sex couldn't be that important to John. He wanted to scare Diane with the whip. The gun was meant to hold him at bay. John was small and slim and not physical at all. Bob could take him easy once he got his hands on him.
"I don't know what you have in mind, but I'd forget it if I were you," Bob said easily, his voice calm. "Diane's leaving you. We're going to take a flat together."
John blinked in awe. His thin mouth dropped open. The whip sagged toward the floor. The gun hand lowered a bit. Bob shot forward at that instant, head low, arms outstretched, reaching for John. His hands grazed John's clothing as he groped for the gun and whip hands. John cried out, struggling against him as he grasped a wrist and slammed it back against the door. Then something hard and blunt struck Bob on the side of his head. He felt himself sinking into a black void of unreality.
Bob groaned as consciousness came back to him. He shook his head and opened his eyes but the blinding light swirling around him made him squeeze them shut again. The sharp crack of a whip reverberated in his eardrums. Diane's moaning came to him in a steady drone. He shook his head to clear it and tried to sit up. His head throbbed with a hard, dull ache. He groaned and put his hands to his head. They came away sticky with his own dried blood. He forced his eyes open and leaned back against the bureau. The steady crack of the whip vibrated in his eardrums.
He opened one eye and focused it on the writhing naked creature on the rumpled quilt.
"You love it, don't you, my sweet?" John cried out as he cracked the whip again.
Diane writhed in sensual ecstasy on the bed. "Yes!" She cried out. "I love it!"
Bob swallowed hard. His eyes focused on her naked, bleeding body, twisting and writhing on the bed under the savage lashes of the black leather thongs. Her flesh was crisscrossed with welts and cuts. Blood oozed down her open thighs. The nipples on her breasts were hard and erect with passion. Her eyes were bright with lust. She squeezed her big breasts in her hands and pistoned her hips on the bed. Her legs were spread wide apart, and Bob could see the bulging lips of her sex straining open. Blood oozed from a cut high on the inside of her thigh. Bob shook his head in disbelief. Nausea filled his guts. He choked back the sickness.
The whip cracked again, the black leather thongs stroking the bulging lips of her sex. Diane cried out shrilly, sensually, her body shuddering from head to foot. Blood poured down her exposed thighs. Her hips twitched in ecstasy.
"I love it!" Diane cried out. "Beat me again, darling! Beat me again!"
Bob swung his gaze toward John as he stood, naked and flatfooted, in the middle of the room. John ignored him as he cracked the whip. Bob swallowed hard and studied the small puny cock between John's legs as it rose to a state of readiness. The small organ swelled with passion until John cried out in triumph and dropped the whip and moved onto the bed. Diane opened her arms wide. John dropped on top of her writhing body. She pulled at his hardening organ and guided it frantically between her bleeding thighs and poked it into the yawning pit. She cried out shrilly in ecstasy as he pistoned wildly against her humping body. Her legs scissored about his back. Her nails ripped open a furrow down his back. Blood poured out of the jagged would and dripped to the quilt.
"Make me bleed!" he cried out.
"I'm coming!" Diane answered, nails ripping his flesh apart. "I'm coming!"
John's small body shuddered against her wildly heaving torso. They came together in midair and shook convulsively for a moment before collapsing to the mattress, where they spasmed together until their wild climax was over.
Bob felt his guts cringe as the two bloody bodies lay quiet, arms entwined about one another. Neither moved as Bob rose shakily to his feet. He fought back the nausea building in his stomach and turned away from the sickening sight on the bed. Seeing Diane writhing under the lash of the whip had been too much for him. He'd heard about women who had to be beaten to be awakened sexually, but he had never dreamed that Diane was such a woman. John was one of those males who could not get excited unless he was flogging a woman. The two were a pair of sex nuts! Bob shuddered. He was glad he had discovered Diane's true nature in time.
He dressed slowly, taking a moment to look at the two sleeping bodies on the bloodstained quilt. Neither one paid him any attention. They didn't even know he was there.
He opened the door and moved out into the night. His head throbbed with pain. He shuddered as he pictured Diane writhing in sensual ecstasy under the brutal lashes of the black whip. He knew he would not see her again. She would be a month recuperating from the effects of the beating.
He drove home slowly and let himself into the apartment. It was dark. He sensed that Connie was there. He padded quietly to the bathroom to examine his head wound under a strong light. He winced as his fingers located the knobby swelling at the side of his head. He probed it gingerly but decided it was not a bad wound and would not require medical attention.
He undressed and moved naked into the bedroom. Connie lay on her side, knees drawn up under her as was her way, facing the edge of the bed. He slipped quietly in under the covers on the far side and lay on his back.
He stared at the ceiling, reflecting quietly. Diane was out of his life. She had been a torrid flame that had flickered all to briefly. Maybe there would be another like her at the next grope-in.
He closed his eyes. He hoped so. He needed a woman hot and eager for love. A woman he could master and satisfy.
CHAPTER TEN
There was a strained atmosphere at Bill and Hedy's party Saturday night. Connie felt a strange chill in the room as she stood next to Bob and sipped her martini. Every time she looked into the mirror behind the bar she caught Al glowing hotly at her. She ignored him and tried to interest herself in what Bob and Frank were talking about. She even made a study of the redheaded six footer who was about to partake in his first grope-in. The mousy little brunette clinging to his arm had to be his wife. Connie smiled faintly. She could understand the rugged six footer's reason for being present. The mousy little thing was frail and nervous and nothing to look at in the figure department. She shook her head slightly, annoyed that problems concerning other people and their mismatches should concern her.
Al moved next to her at the bar. Connie stiffened but stood her ground. She was not afraid of Al. Especially with Bob beside her. She turned and glared hotly at Al. He stared into his drink. She kept him in her vision with casual glances in the bar mirror. He made no move to talk to her.
Connie concentrated on those present. The usual gang seemed intact except for Diane and John. She smiled silently in triumph. She had heard that Diane and John had quietly packed their things and left for the East Coast. She was glad. Bob really had a yen for the sexy little bitch. Now Diane was out of their lives. She had a feeling that Diane could have snagged Bob for her own any time she pleased.
Al was edging closer now, his elbow brushing her arm. She moved instinctively away from him. He growled softly, his dark eyes menacing. She shivered and squeezed the frosted glass in her hand. Al did not say a word. He merely let her know he was there. Connie turned toward Bob and heard her breath catch in her throat as she realized that Bob was no longer at her side. He had drifted away.
Startled, she spun around, searching the crowd for him, spotting him in the company of the tall six footer and his mousy little wife. She made a move to follow him, but Al's hand shot out, and she felt the steel grip of him about her wrist. She looked at him quickly, mouth twisting in anger. His hot eyes smoldered as they locked with hers. She shivered and waited for him to release her.
"Let go, Tarzan," she said with a lightness she did not feel.
Al flashed perfect white teeth at her. His grip tightened. She winced in pain.
"Stay away from my wife," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I catch you near her and I'll beat you bloody!"
His grip relaxed on her arm. Connie stiffened and shook his hand off and moved quickly after Bob. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She fought to control her emotions. Al meant what he said. He would work her over with his fists. She heaved a deep sigh. She had to get Bob to take her home. They had no business in this crazy swap group anyway.
She came up behind Bob and looped one arm around his waist. He was so surprised that he stopped talking in the middle of a sentence to turn quizzical eyes upon her. She flashed him a warm smile and tried to pull him gently away from the new couple.
"I want you to meet somebody, dear," she said sweetly.
Bob turned back to the tall redheaded guy. "Well talk later," he said casually.
The redheaded man nodded affably and turned toward his clinging wife. Bob moved stiffly beside her for a few steps. Then he stopped and turned back to face her. His handsome face was set guardedly as he met her glance.
"What is it?"
Connie tried to bring it off lightly. She flashed him a bright smile and toyed with his lapel. Bob did not move.
"Let's get out of here, honey," she said softly. "I've had enough groping to last me a long time." She studied him shrewdly. "Can't we try to make a go of it again? Just the two of us-alone...."
Bob sagged as though a great weight had been removed from his shoulders. He studied her silently for a long moment. Then he shook his head. Connie batted back the tears before he could spot them. She made an effort not to show her disappointment. Maybe it was her pride. She didn't know. The slow head shake hurt. Bob wanted to continue with the group. He got his kicks here. It wasn't fair for her to deprive him of all his fun. She didn't have to come back. She could leave by herself.
She turned to stalk away, but his hands closed on bare shoulders, and she hesitated a moment, her heart beating rapidly with new-kindled hope. He moved up behind her, his grip tightening. She waited expectantly.
"We'll discuss it tomorrow," Bob said softly. "It's too late to pull out now. They're about ready to-"
"I don't care!" Connie cried, spinning to face him, her pretty face screwed up in anxiety. "I want out, Bob! Now!" She moved against him, letting him feel the pressure of her firm breasts against his chest. "Now, Bob," she said, pleading for understanding.
Bob hesitated, caught in a sea of doubt. He seemed unable to make up his mind. Connie tightened her hold on his lapels and tugged at them. Their eyes met. Bob scowled in annoyance. He stiffened, hands slapping her hands away from his lapels. She stepped back, suddenly aware she had angered him.
"Bob, I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling.
The music stopped. Bob turned his back on her staring toward the large playroom area where Bill and Hedy stood. Connie felt her heart miss a beat. It was time to begin the game. They had barely a minute to escape intact She moved to Bob, tugging on his arm. Bob shook her hands off.
"Start stripping!" Bill called out. "Here go the lights!"
The lights went out, plunging the room into pitch blackness. A woman screamed, and a man laughed lewdly as the grope-in began. Connie spun about, knowing she had to get out. She moved toward the front of the house. A hand slipped off one hip. She spun away and sobbed as a second pair of hands momentarily brushed her bosom. She twisted and headed into the darkness, groping for the nearest exit.
She bumped into a wall and sobbed momentarily before turning down a long hallway. A hand reached out to caress her bare shoulders. She cried out softly as the hand clung to her flesh and tightened its grip. She turned toward the body connected to the hand, fighting to escape.
"Please," she begged, her voice whining. "Please don't-"
She caught a whiff of the intoxicating perfume seconds before a pair of soft lips cut off her cry. She reached out instinctively to ward off her paramour, and her hands came in contact with creamy shoulders. She shuddered softly as the feminine body pushed against her own body and hips worked rhythmically against her own. A tongue snaked into her mouth, tangling with her own tongue. Her body enflamed of its own accord. Her loins blazed with sudden passion. She fought to control her emotions, but she felt numb and in the grip of a strong fever she could not fight. She closed her eyes and pressed her arms about the slender waist and gave in to the lusting kiss.
They rocked together in the hallway, two women torn with smoldering need and awash with fiery passion. Connie clung to Barbara, recognizing the scent of her lover, the feel of Barbara's body familiar against her own flesh. Suddenly she wanted her. She wanted her worse than she had ever wanted a man. She fought back a tearing sob as she clung to the luscious body of Barbara.
Barbara broke the kiss. "I had my eyes on you when the lights went out," Barbara whispered softly. "I've wanted you all week. Now I'm going to have you."
Connie swallowed hard. She allowed Barbara to lead her down the hall to a room. Connie heard the whisper of silk and then felt the naked body of the stunning brunette brush against her breasts and hips. She suppressed a thrill as she lifted her own gown over her head and discarded it in a corner. Hands moved across her naked stomach gently, arousingly, thrilling in their intimate caress. Connie shivered and jarred against the naked body of Barbara. She felt the hot little nipples burn against her breasts as their lips met in a fiery kiss of hunger. Her own hands moved about Barbara's back and whispered down over smooth silky buttocks. She cupped them gently, fondling them, delighting in the smoothness of her skin and the wonderful feel of her flesh. Passion roared to gigantic, uncontrollable flames in the pit of her being. Her lips sought Barbara's lips. She surrendered her body to her lover in that split second. Together they slid down onto the deep rug, their bodies moving against one another, their hips beginning the age-old pistoning action.
The busty blonde ground her breast against his face. Bob glued his lips to the rigid nipple, suckling the moist, scented flesh. His hands fondled the well-proportioned hips and moved over lush thighs and then around to cup moist buttocks. His loins throbbed with aching want. He pushed the girl roughly against the wall and lifted her off the floor. Her arms snaked about his neck, and her legs scissored about his waist. He felt for her furry opening and found her lubricated and ready. The musky scent of her drove him wild with his need for her body.
"Give it to me good!" The blonde whispered in his ear.
He rammed into her in one short stroke. She wriggled down on top of him as he began pistoning in and out of her enflamed body.
"You're good!" she said throatily. "I like 'em big and thick in the trunk!"
Bob buried his lips against her pulsating throat and planted a hot kiss there. She shivered in his arms. Her breasts jiggled against his chest. The twin nipples burned into his chest with the intensity of laser beams. The heat of her body almost fired his passion. He shivered but held his climax back. He wanted her begging for it when it happened.
She wriggled down on top of him, the heat of her body burning his flesh. "Don't stop!" she wailed. "Give it to me!"
He began pistoning in and out of her moist channel slowly, making every thrust a telling one. The blonde slammed back against the wall and then surged forward, screwing her body down on his surging cock until she was devouring him right down to the pubic hairs of his body. He could feel the sweat of her drenching him as he worked. Her body was covered with a fine film of perspiration. His hands slipped on her buttocks. He dug his nails into her skin and she wriggled vilently as she slammed up and down on his throbbing maleness.
"Oooh, that's good, honey," she breathed hotly in his ear. "So good...."
He felt her muscles working on his cock now as he slammed in and out of her trembling cunnie. He liked the feel of her body surging down against him, the slapping of their wet flesh together. Muscles clung to the shape of his cock, drawing on him as he drove deep inside her, sucking on his flesh as he retreated. His breathing grew harsh as he slammed in and out of her clinging flesh. Again and again he felt her clamping flesh surrounding his swollen maleness. He knew he could not hold out much longer, but he was determined to master her.
"I'm going to come," she gasped, bouncing down on top of him again, her big body trembling.
"Cream my cock, baby," he said, her words exciting him. "Flood me right out of your cunnie!"
She rocked violently down against him, nails digging into his back. Her lips found his and clung to them, almost suffocating him in her desire. Full breasts burned into his chest as she thudded up and down his throbbing pole. He clung to her buttocks, guiding her, loving the feel of her big body milking him for his seed. They were racing to a dead heat, and they both wanted to get there together. The moment was excruiating and thrilling, and time stood still. Nothing mattered except their mutual fulfillment.
She bit down on his lower lip suddenly, her body jerking and thrashing against him. Bob cried out in joy and wonder as he went off deep in the pit of her womb. She trembled from head to foot as she screwed her body down on top of his spurting maleness and milked him dry of his fruit.
They rested for a few minutes, leaning against one another, their breathing harsh. Bob felt his passion still triggering deep in the pit of her loins. He was depleted but strangely satisfied. This blonde, this nameless creature, had done for him what his wife had never done. She had filled him and satisfied him in a way and at heights that Diane had always promised but never quite delivered. Diane had been a kook, a crazy kind of sex partner. Now this woman had mastered him.
"I'm going to need you again," he said softly as she slid her feet to the floor.
She laughed easily. "Any woman can give you what I did," she said, a note of confidence in her voice. "You were horny and hot, and so was I. We got together at the right time and right place." She giggled softly. "I could be your wife, for all you know."
His head pounded. He felt her slip out of his grasp. He wasn't sure who she was, but he had seen the blonde hair and big bosom seconds before the lights went out and he had grabbed for her and caught her around the boobs and dragged her to a corner, where he had stripped her and taken her in his frantic lust and savage need for sexual gratification. Now he wanted to know her name and where she lived. Diane was gone. The blonde could take her place.
He moved after her, scenting her perfume ahead of him. He heard her laugh musically, and he reached for her and cupped one breast in the palm of his hand. She squealed and spun away, but he clamped hold of her breast and pulled her toward him. She came willingly, moving into his arms, body flattening against his, lips finding his in a kiss. Her hands moved down over his back lightly. A thrill coursed through his trembling body. He pulled her roughly into his arms and held the kiss. She struggled to free herself and he let her break the kiss but he continued holding her against his body.
"Go 'way," she said softly. "I just had you. I want somebody else now."
The words jolted him to the core. His head throbbed with the heavy ache of too much liquor.
"Please," he said, his voice whining.
She sighed deeply. "I told you, Mac, go find your wife and give it to her the way you did me. You can make her come like you made me come if you attack her and manhandle her and make her like it. That's all a man has to do to a woman-any woman." She paused for a long moment. "So few men really understand. If they did, we wouldn't have to go to grope-ins and swap fests and things like this...."
Her voice trailed off. She twisted out of his arms. Bob let her go. He thought about what she had said. There was a lot of truth in her words. He had always let Connie take the lead in sex. He had done things the way she wanted to. It wasn't any wonder their sex life was unsatisfactory. She needed a man who could bend her to his will and make her like it. A man who could manhandle her. He grinned crookedly. Connie wanted to go home. Fine. He would find her and take her home and bang her like he was the Boston Strangler and she was just another slut he was screwing before he wrung her pretty neck.
He chuckled as he moved about the room, searching for her. The idea was so simple that he wondered why he had never thought of it before. He had buried his own manhood and his failures under a false cloud. He had refused to admit that his problems and Connie's problems were capable of solution. They both had their pride. Their pride had driven them to swapping. Now he saw the truth. He had to make the move. Connie was willing. She had indicated that much earlier.
A hand fondled his limp maleness. He disengaged the small, slender hand easily and moved on by. He'd had his fill of swapping. Swapping was for people with deep emotional problems who used sex as an outlet for their tensions and frustrations. There was hope for him. There was hope for Connie. Together they could make it. He had to master her, bend her to his will, thrill her and satisfy her in every way.
He paused for a second. Connie had always wanted him to perform cunnilingus on her, but he had flatly refused to do so. She had stopped trying months ago. He licked his lips, recalling that he had given in to the urge to try the act at the last grope-in and that he had found it strangely satisfying, he chuckled to himself. He would do it to Connie. He had seen her and Barbara together and he had never seen her so excited and on edge as she had been that night. He knew the act excited her and made her reach orgasm. They didn't need the swap group, because he could get her gun off from now on!
Bob turned quickly around as rough hands pawed his flanks. He doubled his fists. He pivoted on one foot, kicking out savagely with the other, feeling the satisfying smack of his foot against hard, solid flesh. A man grunted nearby, and the hands slid away. Bob backed up a step, then turned and moved down the hallway, pawing between people in clinches, searching for Connie.
He listened to the giggling and panting sounds all around him as he moved. He stumbled over two coupled bodies on the floor and lurched against a wall for support and almost fell into an open room. A man shouldered roughly by him, cursing in his ear.
Suddenly the lights went on. Bob blinked as the two naked bodies on the floor in the room writhed together in the throes of ecstasy. He heard the man near him gasp and swear suddenly. Bob blinked as he recognized the long blonde hair sweeping down over pale ivory shoulders. The body writhing under Connie's belonged to Barbara. The two women were unaware of the light bathing their sensual writhings to the gaze of Bob and the other man.
Bob sucked in his breath, anger rocking him hard. The other man moved between him and the writhing women lusting and suckling on each other's bodies in Lesbian fashion and momentarily blocked his view. The move prodded him to action. He shook his head to clear it before moving toward the two females caught in the heat of their lust. He recognized the dark-haired man before him was Al, Barbara's husband.
A woman sucked in her breath sharply behind them. Bob turned and caught a glimpse of Bill and Hedy and two other couples crowding into the lighted room. Shock registered on Hedy's face and that of the big blonde beside her. Bob turned back to the women in time to watch Al grab Barbara by one arm and pull her jarringly to her feet. Bob felt deep shame and humiliation as Connie opened her eyes and blinked at him, her eyes glazed with passion and her body still writhing in sensual surrender.
"You bitch!" Al screamed at his wife, back handing her viciously across the mouth, snapping her head back at a crazy angle. "You stinking Lesbian bitch!" He slapped her again, sending her reeling to the floor on her back with a loud cry of pain.
Bob moved as though in a daze toward Connie as Al lurched in front of him, wheeling suddenly, dropping down on top of Connie. Bob twisted to one side, caught by the sudden unexpected movement, Al's fists chopping at Connie's soft, exposed breasts. Connie screamed as Al buried his fist in her side and slammed his left across her billowing breasts. Bob gasped in shock. He reached down, grabbing A! by one shoulder, jarring him roughly to his feet. Connie lay moaning on the floor, rocking in pain, as Al turned toward Bob, his mouth twisting cruelly out of shape, hate gleaming in his bright eyes. Al pumped a short, chopping right fist into Bob's groin. Bob bellowed in agony and slammed a roundhouse right that took off the top of Al's head and sent him spinning to slam against the wall.
Bob moved in, slamming short rights and lefts to Al's body until Al dropped to his knees before him. He panted, waiting. Al cried loudly in pain and groped forward, his hands scraping Bob's buttocks. Bob looked down just as Al's lips grazed across the head of his cock. Bob stared down at Al as Al's lips slid over the head of his rising maleness and his rough tongue swept over the underside, thrilling him to the core. Bob sucked in his breath sharply and rocked back on his heels as Al clamped hold of his buttocks and pulled him toward him. Tears rolled out of Al's open eyes as his lips and tongue feasted hungrily on Bob's surging cock. Bob stared at the wild-eyed man on his knees before him, his body surging with thrills as the lips and tongue worked magic on his spent maleness. He hissed in pleasure as he grew to rock-hard rigidity under the stabbing tongue and suckling lips.
Over Al's shoulder he caught a glimpse of Connie and Barbara still lying on the rug. Barbara sat up, long brunette hair radiant in the strong light, her pretty face flushed with passion. Connie sat on the rug with her knees drawn up under her chin and her head buried in her arms. She sobbed brokenly. Bob swallowed hard and watched her big breasts jerking with her agony.
Al's mouth was working hard on Bob's fully aroused maleness now, lips drawing on his throbbing cock. Bob looked down at the feverish face and passion-glazed eyes of the man and gave him his way. He felt the moment nearing when he would explode, and he reached out to cup the man's head and hold him by the ears. Al met his gaze once, then shook him off and bent his head to the task at hand. Bob sucked in his breath as Al drew the swollen head of his enflamed cock deep into his mouth and began working back and forth in feverish haste.
Barbara loomed over Al's shoulder, pretty mouth twisting out of shape as she glared down at her husband. Bob watched her as his own loins began to tremble and boil with passion. He cried out hoarsely as he exploded suddenly, deep into Al's throat, bucking against the bobbing head, spending his semen in a flood of ecstasy. Al swallowed the nectar, lips and tongue never missing a beat in his anxiety to drain Bob of every drop of passion. Bob hissed in pleasure as Al squeezed the last drop out of his drooping penis and then licked his wilting maleness eagerly with a moist tongue. Bob finally had to push Al away and move slowly toward Connie, who was still crying softly into her arms, still drawn up under her chin.
"You queer bastard!" Barbara shouted at her husband, hands flattened on her hips, breasts bobbing as she weaved before her still dazed husband. "You slimy homosexual bastard!"
Bob helped Connie to her feet. She leaned against him, her body soft and trembling, sobs racking up deep out of her gut. He put a protective arm about her back, and together they moved toward the crowded doorway. Naked men and women shuffled out of their way, intent on observing the scene between Al and Barbara now.
Bob looked back once as Barbara closed in against Al's face, hands flashing out, digging into his scalp, drawing his head tight against her pistoning hips. He felt the sudden ache deep in his guts as Al began working his lips and tongue into the moist, dripping pussy of his wife.
"Eat me, you queer cocksucker!" Barbara shouted in a shrill voice as she thrust her hips savagely at his working face.
Bob moved Connie down the deserted hallway to where their clothes lay discarded. Connie sobbed quietly as they dressed. Bob did not say anything. He felt empty. Depleted.
He lit a cigarette as he waited for Connie to claim her purse and join him. She refused to meet his glance as they walked out of the house to their car. He knew without putting it into words that they had attended their last grope-in together.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bob sat in the cocktail lounge, big hands cupped about the martini glass. He sat staring into the empty glass, his thoughts clouded and muddy. He tried reconstructing the evening and what had happened to them. He shook his head and signaled for another drink. His head buzzed. Good, he thought. I'll get drunk. So drunk I don't feel a thing. Drunk enough to fall asleep.
What was it Connie had said in the car in front of their place? He concentrated hard, sipping the fresh martini, wanting to bring it all back vividly clear in his mind.
"I know you'll divorce me, Bob. I don't blame you. Seeing your wife in the throes of a Lesbian act must have been pretty disgusting. Not once but ... twice!" She'd lowered her head, crying softly, the space on the front seat of the car between them as wide as an unbridgeable chasm. "I hate myself, Bob. I can't stand to look at myself right now. I don't want you to stay married to a ... a Lesbian!" She spat out the word as if it were phlegm stuck in her throat. "Find a woman worthy of your love, Bob. I'm not right for you. I never was. Apparently, I've always been a Lesbian without realizing it. Now that I know what I am ... "
She'd broken off, deep, wrenching sobs engulfing her body. He had tried to comfort her, but she'd yanked open the door of the car and slipped off into the night, running crazily toward the apartment building. He had slammed the car door and pulled away from the curb, peeling rubber as he sped away from the scene. He had been angry and at war with the world. Now, after several martinis, his problems did not seem insurmountable.
They'd had a few good years together, Connie and he. Maybe they hadn't always been great lovers, but they had been adequate mates. It had only been the last year that things had got out of hand and their sore feelings had come out into the open. Now they were on the verge of divorce. It looked like the end.
Bob toyed with his drink. Did he want a divorce? Did he want to give up Connie and seek out a new woman to fill his life?
He shook his buzzing head slowly. He honestly didn't know.
Add up the plusses, he thought. Do you love her?
Hell yes, he answered himself. That one was easy.
Do you want to divorce her and never see her again?
He swallowed hard and shook his head grimly, wincing from the dull, throbbing ache.
Do you love her enough to take her back under any conditions and try to start over again?
Bob nodded his head. He loved his wife. He still wanted her. And maybe if they really tried to make a go of things, they could succeed! Maybe....
He drained his glass and rose, wobbly, to his feet. He turned and moved erratically toward the door and then stood outside in the brisk air of early morning and took several deep breaths.
Then he staggered toward his car.
He drove home slowly, being careful not to attract the law. His heart pounded loudly in his eardrums. He had an idea. A wild, screwy idea, but it was worth a try. He swallowed hard. If it didn't work, then nothing would.
He let himself into the house quietly and undressed in the living room. He moved into the stall shower off the garage and soaped his body and let the hot spray beat the tiredness out of his weary bones. He toweled dry and turned out the lights and slipped upstairs to their bedroom.
He paused outside their bedroom door, listening to the sounds of Connie's deep, even breathing. He sucked in his breath. She was asleep. That was good. He had a chance of pulling it off.
He slipped into the room, making his way to the bed, slipping under the sheet pulled up across her waist. He paused on one elbow to look at the quiet beauty of her pretty face and to note the rise and fall of perfect, high-arched breasts cupped within the bosom of the silk shortie nightgown he had given her for her birthday a year earlier. Then he slipped down under the sheet and let his body down between her spread thighs. His hands moved lightly over her bare legs to her thighs. He hissed in pleasure. She was not wearing panties, and she smelled fresh and clean from a bath.
He crept forward silently until he had spread her thighs wide. She turned her head once but did not awaken. He shivered as he ran his palms under her full buttocks and gently spread them. Then he ducked his head, tongue darting out, stabbing her between the cool parted lips of her vagina.
She stirred, a reflex action of her loins, and he hesitated a moment before continuing. Then he bent his head and kissed the lips of her cunnie, feeling them tremble under the pressure of his lips, thrilling to the act. He slipped his tongue deep within the hot, moist tunnel and lathered the walls of her trembling womanhood with slow, deliberate strokes meant to arouse and stimulate her body. She moved softly under him, her body warming with a quiet urgency as he worked.
His fingers probed every part of her secret places, and his tongue darted out to surround and tease her hardening clitoris. She hissed softly as he clamped down on the clitoris with his lips and began suckling on the hard, protruding little bud.
Her body fired with new warmth, and her hips began undulating slowly against his seeking face. His fingers caressed the soft flesh of her buttocks as his lips and tongue made love to her body.
She groaned as he began drawing on the hard little clitoris. Her thighs closed about his head, and he felt the warmth of her body suffocatingly about his head. He began to gasp for air as her hips pistoned up against his seeking face and her legs squeezed his head between her frantically pumping thighs. The heat of her body scorched his flesh, and the scent of her drove him mad. He suckled and tongued her inferno of lust as the heat blasting out of her womb singed his lips. He closed his eyes and gave into the magical, thrilling act of love.
Suddenly her hips bucked up against him, and he tasted the first blast of her nectar striking his darting tongue. He clung to her pummeling buttocks as she slammed up against his face and drew him deeper into the mattress with her powerful thighs. One explosion ripped loose on top of another one until she flooded him with the thick, hot cream of her unlocked passions. He swallowed her nectar and waited for her hips to stop twitching and working against his face. She quieted slowly, and her legs eased their prison about his head. He sighed in relief and rose on his elbows and pulled the sheet away from her body. He rocked to his knees and stared, panting heavily, into the smiling face of his wife.
"I love you," Connie said softly, meaning it. Her arms opened.
The nipples of her breasts were still hard and rigid. "Come make love to me, lover...."
Bob fell into her arms. He was amazed as her hands found his rigid cock at full arousal and shoved him into the still trembling inferno of lust his tongue and lips had caressed to racking explosions of savage pleasure. The heat of her palpitating cunnie closed around his swollen flesh. He ground his hips at her, slamming his body hard into her pistoning hips, loving the feeling and the sensations ricocheting throughout his body. Her lips sought and claimed his in a deep kiss of passion. Her tongue forked into his mouth, firing his senses, thrilling him with waves of pleasure as their tongues touched, broke apart, then touched sensually again. Her nipples ground into his chest as her arms snuggled his body tightly against hers. They moved together like the well-oiled parts of smooth, sleek, complicated machinery, rising and falling into the soft mattress with increasing speed and the urgency of the moment. Their lips remained glued together as they gloried in their mating.
Explosions rocked them simultaneously. Bob gasped with the sudden surprise of it and the complete ecstasy that resulted in a swift series of ejaculations into his wife's hungry body.
She broke the kiss and cried out in pain and pleasure as she exploded violently, washing him part way out of her body. He held her against him as his body throbbed into hers, spurting his nectar deep into the heart of her passion, feeling her own exploding surge of passion sweeping around his spasming maleness, singeing his flesh, depleting him, mastering him once and for all.
They rolled apart and lay gasping for breath for long minutes after the hectic lovemaking, until Bob finally gather the strength to prop one elbow under him and to lean his head on his palm before looking deep into the bright eyes of Connie.
She smiled up at him. "To think we've been married five years and this is the first time we've ever really made love together."
Bob grinned softly. "It won't take another five years to repeat."
They grinned at one another and then broke into a peal of easy laughter. They had found each other. They would not require swap clubs or grope-ins or sex orgies in the future. They had renewed their love.
It was enough.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Al ran his hands over the taut, naked buttocks of the man braced before him. He winced as the man's hands dug into his scalp and knotted his ears in rough hands. Al tongued the man's stiff erection feverishly, loving the sensation of the swollen cock jumping inside his mouth, pumping its hot secretion down his throat.
They were in the restroom of the Club Eighty Bar in one of the cubicles late at night. The effects of the Scotch he had consumed buzzed in his head. His mind was foggy, but he recalled picking up the young man because he had wanted him, and now he was fellating him in the restroom cubicle. The young man hissed as he pounded his hips at Al's face.
Al fought to keep from choking as the man suddenly exploded and shot a thick stream of semen down his throat. Al swallowed quickly and tongued the wildly gyrating organ as the man jetted into his moist cavern. He savored the creamy nectar as it trickled down his throat. He milked the erotic member until it shrank under his tongue's caresses. The man pulled away and reached to pull up his pants. Al sat and stared at the wilting penis between the man's hairy legs. He felt detached somehow. Lost. Alone. He licked moist lips, savoring the taste of the male. He had always wanted to do it to a man. Now he had taken two men in one night. He laughed gutturally. He was getting to be a real kook. Barbara was right. He was queer.
The man grinned lewdly at him as he tucked his shirt back into his pants and then zipped them closed. Al sat on the stool, pants down around his ankles, his own aroused member throbbing with aching need. The man looked down at it and laughed softly.
Al shook his head to clear it. He stared down at his own swollen cock and grinned crazily. He wanted a man to do to him what he had done to this stranger and to Bob Evans. He wanted to know the thrilling sensation of seeking male lips and hot rough tongue on his own erection. He wanted to know what it was like to jet his secretion down the eager throat of a man like himself. Sixty-nine fashion, he thought lewdly, grinning at the man staring at him. That was the way. Next time he would frequent a gay bar and find a willing mate.
The man grinned lewdly at him as he stared stupidly at the dull metal thing in the man's hand.
"You're under arrest," the man said, flashing his badge.
Al shook his head to clear it, numbed by the words. The man grabbed him under the arm by one hand and jerked him to his feet. Al almost fell as the man brought one knee savagely into his exposed groin. Pain knifed through his body, doubling him over. His guts rumbled. Nausea filled his stomach. He closed his eyes. The pain was immense. It cut through his liquor-dulled mind and sharpened everything. He wanted to vomit, but somehow he held it back.
Barbara jerked upright in bed. The shrill ringing of the telephone startled her. She turned, but the other side of the bed was empty. She groaned as she picked up the receiver. The debasement of her husband at the hands of Bob Evans filled her mind. She made a face as she spoke sharply into the receiver.
"Mrs. Martin?"
"Yes," she said, lips curling in distaste. "We have your husband in jail, on a morals charge." Barbara laughed softly. "Really? Who'd he rape this time?"
There was a long pause at the other end of the wire. Barbara slid her bare legs over the edge of the bed and reached for cigarette and lighter. She maneuvered a filter tip between her lips and struck a flame and sucked in on the cigarette until she had it going good.
"I think you'd better come down to the 14th Precinct station, Mrs. Martin," the deep, masculine voice said.
Barbara took a deep drag on the cigarette. "All right," she said wearily. "I'll be there in an hour."
She slammed down the phone and got out of bed. Her head ached with a dull throbbing, but otherwise she seemed in one piece. She shook her head slowly in disgust and staggered toward the bathroom for a cold shower.
Doug Moran downed the last of his drink. Joyce sat next to him on the kitchen stool. Doug looked around the spotless yellow kitchen of their home. It was peaceful here at three in the morning. He looked at his wife. She smiled at him and reached out to cover one hand with her own. He grinned back at her.
"How was your evening, honey?"
His smile broadened. "Great! I had the new one tonight. The mousy thing with no tits."
Joyce laughed heartily. "How was she?"
"Fantastic!" Doug said, his eyes bright with remembrance. "She had a tight little snatch, and she really knew how to use it. She went wild when I creamed her. I thought she was going to cut off my circulation the way her snapper went at my pecker! Really! It was the wildest time I ever had with a strange broad." He stopped, catching Joyce's eyes, looking hard at her. Then he grinned. "Besides you, baby. You're still number one in my book."
Joyce chucked him under the chin lightly with one fist. "I'd better be," she said softly. "That mousy little thing's hubby is a real cocksman. He nailed me to the floor and screwed the shit out of me." She laughed easily. "I've been nailed in my life but never by a stud the size of him!"
Doug laughed easily and casually ran one hand over his wife's bare leg. She watched him as his fingers gently moved up her inner thigh.
"Careful, boy. I'm liable to catch on fire."
"You're always on fire, baby."
Joyce nodded, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Especially for that Barbara! What a scene she and Connie put on! The two of them were really wild for each other!"
Doug snorted. "So were Al and Bob. I always figured Al was a little too masculine. Too much of a man all the time, you know. A guy suspects that type. And in Al's case, he finally showed his true colors. He digs fellatio. I'll have to keep an eye out for him at the next grope-in."
Joyce slapped his trouser leg with a resounding smack. She threw back her head, laughing uproariously.
Al slouched in the front seat of the car on the long drive home. Barbara sat tense and silent behind the wheel. She did not look at him. He knew she was fit to explode. He wanted to have it out, get it over with.
He lit a cigarette to cover his nervousness as Barbara swung the car into their tree-lined street. Dawn was just rising as they neared the driveway to their home. Barbara swung expertly into the lane and stopped the car smoothly. Al sat straight without looking at his wife.
"Say it!" he rasped. "I'm queer, and I like it! Make what you will out of it! I don't give a damn!"
Barbara lowered her head. She did not turn to face him. "And I'm queer for beautiful women." She heaved a deep sigh. "I love Connie. I love any woman with a beautiful, luscious body. I don't intend to stop making love to other women, Al, if we stay together."
Al sucked in his breath. It was up to him. He could say the word. Get out. Split up. Make it together. He shook his head. It was so easy. They were both queer for members of their own sex, but yet they were jaded enough to enjoy the opposite sex as well. He chuckled softly and shook his head slowly. They made one hell of a pair!
"You know, I lost my job because I refused to fellate a very important client. I gave up thirty grand a year to do what I've done twice tonight for kicks!" He faced her finally. She was sobbing quietly. "We're both nuts, Barbara. We want to go on having our grope-ins because there we can practice our secret deversions in the dark." He laughed softly. "Okay, well stay together if you want to. Well even have sex together when the mood moves us. But during the grope-ins, we'll do as we please. Agreed?"
Barbara faced him. Tears -rimmed her dark eyes. She blinked them back. Red lips curved in a crooked smile. She nodded. "You've got a deal. We love each other six days and nights a week, and then we do as we please the night of the weekly grope-in. Maybe that way we can make it together. Who knows, we might grow up someday and act like other mature adults who don't need sex orgies to help hold the lid on their sanity. Maybe in time well find our special niche in life."
Al reached out and gently squeezed her hand. She smiled at him. Her eyes sparkled with radiance. He leaned forward and gently kissed her sweet lips.
"Okay, honey, we'll play out the string and hope we'll come to our jaded senses someday and realize that we don't require bizarre sex with others to enjoy life."
Barbara shrugged her shoulders. "At least we're honest enough to admit to each other that we're very unstable people with deeply rooted sexual problems." She met his glance and held it. "We can't quit the group now. Maybe not for a long time. We'll have to go on swapping and indulging in our pet fancies until it begins getting old. Then maybe well find the strength to pull out."
Al opened his arms. Barbara came into them jarringly. Her arms moved about his neck. Her lips sought his. He held her tightly to him and gave himself to her through the kiss.
He loved her, he knew that. He loved her too much to give her up. He loved her despite her Lesbian tendencies. He knew she loved him despite his homosexual urges.
He held her tightly against his chest. They needed each other. They needed to cling to one another until they outgrew their twisted appetites.
