The passions and desires that most people only dream about fulfilling are usually kept well hidden beneath a veneer of respectability and outwardly normal appearances. Mostly under unique circumstances -- on a psychiatrist's couch, a place far from home and family, an occasion where booze and the relaxed inhibitions of others lend an air of recklessness and experimentation -- are those desires ever confessed or experienced.
Jeanette and Ed Wyndom are a young married couple who, while still in love, find themselves getting bored. Through friends, they get involved in wife-swapping, and from that point on their lives are changed drastically. Outwardly they keep up the appearance of respectability, while behind the scenes, they embark upon a path condemned by many but which, for them, is a new lease on life.
HOT MOUTH WIFE -- the story of one couples struggle to find their own unique lifestyle.
PROLOGUE
Jeanette Wyndom watched the fire. The fingers of flame tickled the logs like a woman's touch on a man's cock. Her husband was at the bar mixing martinis.
They both looked up excitedly when a car pulled into the driveway. Ed went to the window in time to see the auto leave again.
"Just somebody turning around," he said.
Jeanette sighed and stretched out on the sofa. Ed brought her a drink.
"You know," she said. "I'm so accustomed to our parties that it seems strange to be alone with you on a Saturday night."
Ed laughed. "I feel the same way. When was the last time we spent a Saturday night alone?"
Ed sat down and Jeanette laid her head in his lap, awkwardly sipping her martini. "What would you like to do?" she asked.
He ran his cool fingertips across the bare skin of her upper tits.
"Just the two of us?" she asked.
He laughed.
She felt him pulling the shoulder straps of her gown down to bare her breasts. She shivered as his hands ran across her nipples. There was an insistent bulge in his lap behind her head. She handed him her empty glass and turned on her side. She nipped his thigh with her teeth just below the tip of his cock, which had stretched down his pant leg. She looked up at him mischievously. He was still sipping his drink.
She massaged his stiffened dick under the fabric of his trousers and it grew harder. She could see the bulge of his balls tighten as his prick jerked under her hands.
Jeanette reached up and grasped the top of his zipper. She worked it down and open. His black pubic hair protruded from his fly. As she ran her hand over his hairy belly she felt the warmth from the fireplace behind her but no sexual warmth within her. Even his hands on her nipples left her cold.
She ran her hand into his pubic curls to the base of his shaft. She grasped the rigid flesh in her fist and pulled it out of its confinement. She skinned back the tight flesh on the throbbing tool. It stood straight up at attention. She could not help but admire the stiffened mass of flesh. She dipped in again and came out with his hairy balls in her hand.
She worked her hand up and down the long column and watched the head of his cock swell with passion. She pulled it down and licked the eye of it. Ed moaned and thrust his hips up.
Jeanette rubbed her thighs together under her long gown, trying to find a matching passion within herself. Well, at least she could please him, she thought.
She stood up and let the gown fall to the floor. The fire warmed her back and ass and Ed's gaze singed, her front with the heat of his passion. He worked his trousers down below his hips and she kneeled and pulled them off.
She was on her knees, naked before him. She let her tongue track wetly up his inner thigh, stopping just before she reached his balls. He reached for her hair but she quickly withdrew and started at the other knee, licking slowly, teasingly toward his crotch.
This time she let her tongue slide between his balls and his thigh and opened her mouth. One of his huge balls filled her hot moist mouth.
She sucked his balls softly and gently, switching from one to the other. Releasing his cock, she nibbled the soft underside of it. His hands gripped her shoulders and she could smell his sexual juices. She licked a drop of fluid from the head of his cock. As her tongue licked the hot head, she could see his face, eyes closed with pleasure.
Her own passions had not been aroused however, and she let her mind wander as she sucked and stroked his prick. She reminisced about her past, both with and without Ed, trying to find the key to this boredom she felt with the man she loved.
She remembered a Saturday night ten years before, when she had first met Ed.
Chapter One
She was too young for dating, so she was spending the Saturday night at home alone. Her mother and father had gone for the weekend to a church camp and her brother had disappeared somewhere with his friend Ed.
From her lonely room she heard the two youths stumbling and giggling into the house. They passed her room, shushing each other drunkenly. She heard them enter her brother's room. She slipped quietly into the hall, dressed only in pink shortie pajamas that revealed the pink areolas and small nipples of her young breasts.
They had left the door ajar and she could see her brother taking some magazines from beneath his mattress. She could not see the names of the books but they seemed to interest the boys very much.
Her nipple pressed against the doorjamb as she leaned against the wall to watch.
"Did you see that girl in the convertible tonight?" her brother asked Ed. "She was sucking that guy's cock like crazy. I'd like to have her mouth on this rod of mine." He was rubbing at his crotch and Jeanette could see a good-sized bulge there.
"Yeah," Ed answered. "And how about that guy eating that blonde? She almost smothered him to death and I could hear her moaning all the way up the bill. Those binoculars really helped."
"Plus it was a full moon. Look at this girl here," her brother said, pointing to the magazine he held.
"Jeez, I'd like to slip it to her. Let me have that magazine. I'm going in the bathroom and jerk off."
Jeanette had heard other boys talk about spying on the couples in Lover's Lane, but she did not suspect her brother. After all, their father was a preacher. She found herself tingling uneasily. Her body was growing warm, and a thin film of sweat covered her inner thighs. She continued to watch and listen.
"Shit, man," her brother said. "I'm going to jerk off right here and now. You want to watch?"
Ed giggled. "Naw, I don't want to watch you play with yourself I'll be busy beating my own meat."
Both boys sat quietly for a moment. Jeanette held her breath, waiting. She had never seen a man's penis before, she blushed just thinking about it. But no one could see her.
Ed snorted. "What's the matter, chicken?" He unzipped his pants and rose to his knees. He reached into the tight Levi's he wore and pulled out his semi-hard cock.
Jeanette held her breath as she stared at the strange shaft flesh. Her nipples stood out erect against the light fabric of her pajama top.
Ed took his tool in his hand and shook it back and forth until it stood out straight in front of him. It was about seven inches long. He pulled the skin back off the purple head and held it. The bulb of his prick seemed to swell and fill with blood.
Jeanette let her breath go, then inhaled loudly. Luckily, the boys didn't hear her.
Ed was working his hand back and forth on his hard dick. "C'mon, Jerry," he taunted. "Take yours out."
Her brother hesitated for a moment, then stood up. He pulled his shirt off and then let his pants fall to the floor. Jeanette watched guiltily. Her eyes were glued to the bulge in his jockey shorts. He slipped them down, revealing a cock not over six inches long but as thick as Jeanette's wrist. She looked at the thick blue veins on her brother's cock. She saw the thick shaft jerk as he picked up the magazine and sat on the edge of the bed. He picked out a picture and began to rub his cock quickly up and down.
Ed got up off the floor and sat beside him. They were careful not to touch each other. They both pretended exclusive interest in the girlie picture in the magazine, and tried not to stare at each other's cocks.
But Jeanette was staring and comparing. She watched the long slow strokes that Ed used on his penis and the short quick strokes that her brother seemed to prefer. She licked her lips and her nostrils flared as the lust surged through her. She ran her hand up under the flimsy material of her pajama top and massaged her young breast, pulling at the nipple, making it stand erect.
The boys were red-faced and sweating as they continued to apply vigorous friction to their pricks. Jeanette's hand had left her left breast and crept across her bare belly into her panty-type pajama bottoms. The crinkly hair was soft as down. She rubbed briskly at the pubic patch and the lips of her young cunt were pulled back and forth gently over her pink clitoris.
Her brother spoke. "Jeez, I can't get off. Too much beer, I guess."
Ed stopped also, but he was on the verge of coming.
"Maybe if I did yours and you did mine we could pretend it was some girl doing it," he suggested tentatively.
Her brother hesitated and stole a glance at Ed's long prick.
"I'll do yours first, then you do mine," Ed said.
"OK," her brother agreed. He removed his hand from the thick shaft and leaned back on his elbows. His stiff prick rose from the thick pubic hair.
Ed reached over and grabbed the cock of his friend. Slowly at first, then more vigorously, he massaged the massive dick. He copied the short quick strokes that his friend had been using.
Jeanette could feel the warmth coming from her pussy. She felt between the lips. She was wet, wetter than she had ever been before. Her panty crotch was soaked. She let her fingers rub the slippery groove and felt her love button grow stiff and rigid. She worked on it, her eyes blurring as she got more and more excited. She tried to focus on the boys in the room, but her vision dimmed and she felt faint. She nearly collapsed as the wave of orgasm swept over her. She moaned softly and leaned against the wall until her shuddering ceased.
She heard a moan she thought was her own but it belonged to her brother. He was gripping the sheets of the bed convulsively as he thrust his hips up. His eyes were closed and he was snarling and baring his teeth. She noticed Ed increase the tempo of his massage.
Suddenly, wad after wad of white fluid erupted from the purple head of her brother's cock. Jeanette was momentarily afraid that something had gone wrong, but soon realized by her brother's actions that the spunk he poured out was the culmination of his pleasure. She had an irresistible urge to put her mouth over the spouting prick, and she opened the door to enter. She found herself inside the room, and the boys were paralyzed by surprise at her appearance.
She bluffed ahead, "What are you nasty boys doing in here?" she demanded.
Chapter Two
Her brother was off the bed in an instant, and he walked toward her angrily.
"Stop right there, Jerry. I'll tell Dad what you've been doing if you hit me."
"No you won't. You couldn't get the nerve to tell them about this." Her brother grabbed her arm.
She pulled away. "I'll tell everyone at school that you're queer then."
He stepped back.
She sensed her victory and started bluffing again. "Look at you," she said, rubbing a puddle of cum that had landed in his pubic hair. "White stuff all over you." She rubbed the cum up onto his cock and mixed it with some more. He was still semi-erect, and she enjoyed the feel of his slippery prick.
She noticed Ed wiping his hand on his jeans, and trying to stuff his stiff dick back into his tight Levi's, without much success.
"Wait," she said. "I bet you have that hasty stuff on yours too." She walked over to him and grabbed his cock roughly, pulling it back out into view. His prick was long and hard and throbbed in her hand. She could smell her brother's cum, and a slight female smell wafted up from her panties.
"Yes, I think you boys are both queer to be touching each other's thing like that," she said.
"Oh, come on," her brother said. He walked over to her as she held Ed's hard-on in her moist hand. "We're not queer. We've both fucked a lot of girls."
"I bet you haven't," she mocked. She slapped at her brother's sagging prick. "No girl would let you put that nasty thing in her."
Her brother's face grew red. "They would too. They'd love it."
"Ha!" she taunted. "Yours is too short. Ed's is nice and long."
Ed smiled as she held onto his cock. He moved his hips back and forth so that she was massaging him. She pretended not to notice.
Ed spoke. "Jeanette, would you jerk me off? Please?"
"And get that nasty stuff all over my hands?" She let him go and stepped back, putting her hand behind her back. She felt her nipples perk up as the two boys stared at them through the sheer fabric of her top.
"Come on, please?" Ed asked again. He took her arm and pressed up against her.
She tried to pull away but her brother grabbed her arms and held them.
"You're scared too," her brother said.
"I am not. I just don't want to."
"Please, Jeanette, it'll feel good to me and it won't hurt you any," Ed pleaded.
Jeanette was inflamed with the closeness of two nude boys, and finally gave in to what she wanted in the first place. She sat on the bed and held out her hand nonchalantly.
Ed placed his tool in her tiny hand and she began to stroke it. It stood within inches of her face and she longed to lick it, but didn't dare. She watched it out of the corner of her eye. She saw the full length of it. A tiny drop of liquid appeared at the eye of his cock as she milked it firmly and slowly. She felt the hairs against the smooth skin of her hand on the downstroke. On the upstroke she let her thumb push over the tip of his prick and rub the drop of lubrication on it.
In a few minutes, his entire shaft was slippery from the fluid, and her hands fairly flew up and down the slick rod. Dropping her pretense of disinterest, she used her other hand to weigh the balls. She held them lightly and gave them a little squeeze.
Her brother alternated between watching his sister stroke his friend's and looking at the hot pictures in the magazine. He played with his own cock as he watched.
Suddenly, Ed grabbed Jeanette's wrist and jerked her hand back and forth on his prick. She felt the stiff rod throbbing, and looked up in time to see the cum bursting out of the eye of his engorged cock. The first wad hit her cheek. The second was not so powerful, and shot out onto her pajama top between her breasts. Mother drop landed on her thigh. The rest was captured by her hands as they continued to milk every bit of the sperm from him.
Ed's muscles relaxed and he almost fell.
Jeanette continued to hold his cock. She licked her cheek and tasted his sperm.
"You got cum all over me, Ed," she said.
"What did you say?" His breath was coming in deep gasps.
"You shot off on my face and my pajamas and legs. Everywhere. Did it feel good?"
He apologized and used his handkerchief to wipe the white stuff from her cheek as she smiled sweetly up at him.
She pointed to the cum on her thigh and he wiped it up also.
"This stuff on your top won't wipe off," he said. "You better change."
Even as he said it he was staring at her nipples. She stood and pulled the top off over her head. She felt goose pimples on her breasts as the two boys stared at the pink-tipped flesh. She stood up as if to leave, but Ed stopped her.
"Gee, you have pretty boobs," he said.
She arched her back and reached down and caressed her breasts. "Do you think so?" she asked.
Ed reached out and gave her nipple a tentative squeeze. With more uncertainty, her brother gave the other nipple a similar squeeze.
"I think they're too small," she said, holding them cupped in her hands.
Both boys touched the nipples again and swore that her tits were perfect.
"Your whole body is nice," Ed said. "At least, the part we can see. Why don't you pull your panties off so we can see the rest?"
"You don't have all your clothes off," she replied.
He quickly undressed. "OK, your turn."
"No," she said. "I need to go to my room."
Both boys grabbed her again. She struggled, and their bodies rubbed hers and excited her. They grasped the elastic of her panties and pulled them partway down. She fought, but not too strenuously.
Chapter Three
Ed pushed her backward and she sprawled on the bed. They quickly jerked the lacy pink panties away from her thrashing legs. She swung one leg over to cover her pussy.
"Gee," her brother said. "She looks like one of those models in the magazine." He ran over and picked up the magazine, thumbing through the pages. "Here, right here!" he exclaimed. Ed looked first at the magazine and then at Jeanette, and nodded.
"Let me see," Jeanette demanded, keeping her legs crossed and her sparsely haired young cunt protected between her closed thighs.
Ed sat down on the bed and held the picture in front pf her. He rubbed her tits softly. "Jeanette, you look better than those girls in the magazine. They just have sexy poses. Why don't you pose like they are for Jerry and me?"
Jeanette sat up and took the magazine from him. She still held her thighs closely together but Ed could see some of the curly light-brown hair of her pussy. She thumbed through the pages as Ed kept his hands on her breasts. The massage, which she pretended to ignore, was making her body get hot and agitated.
"OK, I'll pose, but you two have to move away and just watch."
The boys stood at the foot of the bed. They rubbed their cocks and stared as she went through a few closed beaver poses. She tried to lick her nipple but could not quite reach it. She stood for a moment covering her pubic area with her hands and looking up demurely at the two masturbating boys.
Then she sat down on the edge of the bed with her legs up. The boys caught a glimpse of her fur pie.
"Wait," Ed said, stepping forward. "Like this." She allowed him to spread her knees a little, then she lay back on the bed. She gave herself up to the lust she felt inside.
Ed spread her knees further and both boys crowded in to look at the pink slit that was slightly covered with hair. Ed spread her legs wide open and they could see her pussy lips, swollen and red with passion. They could see the brown shadow of her asshole in the furrow of her buttocks. Her pussy was glistening moisture.
"Touch it," she whispered.
Ed did not hesitate. He covered the moist opening with his palm and massaged it. She shuddered under his touch. She felt the heat fill her belly and her arms turn to jelly. She moaned and moved her head back and forth, her mouth open, her lips wet. Ed rubbed faster.
She began to thrust her hips up to him. She felt a deep hunger in her pussy. She wanted to be rubbed but she also wanted to be filled. She felt hands on her breasts, rough hands, grabbing and pulling. She opened her eyes and saw the frightening face of her brother transformed by lust. Spotting the stiff prick of her brother, she reached for it. He thrust it into her hands and she worked her hands up and down the hot throbbing shaft.
She felt a penetration at her pussy. "That hurts," she said.
"Don't stick your fingers or dick in her, Ed. She's a virgin and that's wrong to do that."
"OK," Ed said. "But I've got to put my dick somewhere."
He got up and walked around to Jeanette's head. She grasped his prick in her hand and started to jerk him off, but he had other ideas. He pushed his prick toward her face.
She could smell his arousal as the red swollen head of his cock came toward her. She tried to turn her face away, but he held her and pushed at her lips with his hot tool. She felt the slippery organ at her mouth, and after a moment, opened her lips and let it slide into her hot wet mouth. It tasted salty as the head, and then the shaft, pushed in. She sucked and stroked it with her tongue.
Ed pushed too far and she choked a little as it entered her throat. She grabbed the base of his long rod and held it back. Her mouth was filled, but her pussy still felt the need for attention. Ed reached down to rub her cunt. Her whole pussy was soaked with her juices, as were her smooth young thighs.
She heard moans. Her brother started bucking wildly. Her face was turned away from him toward Ed, but she could tell by his movement and the throbbing of his tool that he was coming. He was pulling at her breasts harder and harder, hurting her but driving her further toward her own orgasm. She worked more enthusiastically on her brother and soon felt the white slippery cum sliding out of his prick and over her hands. She continued milking him until he collapsed away from her.
She grew determined to taste the gush of Ed's cum in her mouth. She sucked and stroked with a frenzy that was heightened by Ed's touch on her cunt. She brought her free hand around and grasped Ed's buttocks. Her thoughts were summed up in one word. FUCK! She wanted to be fucked, but she would settle for being fucked in her mouth.
Suddenly, she was there. She forgot what she was doing and groaned around the dick stuffed in her mouth. She stretched her legs out straight and her whole body shook. She grabbed wildly at Ed's cock and ass. One finger penetrated his asshole slightly and his body tensed.
"I'm coming!" he yelled.
And he did, pouring a gushing stream of hot white stuff into her mouth.
The three exhausted teenagers lay gasping for breath. The silence grew longer and turned into an embarrassment. No one knew what to say after being carried away by so much unaccustomed passion. They did not meet each other's eyes. Finally Jeanette's brother rose and left the room to go to the bathroom.
Jeanette lay there tasting the salty semen in her mouth. She heard Ed moving around. She looked over to see him slipping into his trousers.
"Gee," he said, "I hope you don't tell anyone what we did, Jeanette."
She rose and stood naked before him. Smiling mischievously, she approached him. She rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. She spat the remainder of his own cum into his mouth and ran out of the room.
Chapter Four
Jeanette Wyndom remembered another Saturday night from her pit-dating days.
It was her father's wish that she use her lovely young voice as part of the church choir. One Saturday evening after rehearsal, she was approached by the female choir leader. They stood talking about various subjects until the other members had left the dressing room.
There was something in the direct, suggestive manner of the pretty woman that made Jeanette uneasy, but she made no effort to leave.
"You have a lovely voice," the woman said.
"Thank you," Jeanette replied.
"And a lovely face, too," she added, stroking Jeanette's cheek.
Jeanette smiled and felt her face burn with embarrassment from the unexpected intimate touch.
"These robes are so unfeminine," the woman said. "They cover up a woman's most valuable assets." As she said this she pulled her own robe tightly behind her, emphasizing her full figure in the black garment. "Do you think I'm gaining weight?" she asked.
Jeanette stared at the huge mounds of the lady's breasts as they pushed against the silken fabric. Jeanette felt almost boyish confronted by such mature womanliness.
"Your figure is much better than mine," she said.
As if on cue, the woman moved closer and gathered the excess material of Jeanette's robe in her hands and pulled it tight. Her face was within inches of Jeanette's, and her lips glistened.
Jeanette felt the sweetness and warmth of the woman's breath on her face. She flinched as the woman's nipples brushed her arm. She realized that the lady must be nude under her robe. The thought agitated her and she could feel a tingle of excitement between her thighs. Involuntarily her juices began to flow.
"No, your figure is so firm and young and thin," the woman said. "Your belly is so flat." She placed her hand on Jeanette's stomach. "Your hips are slim, but not too slim, even in those jeans you have on under your robe." She moved her hands down Jeanette's girlish hips and behind to her ass. The woman held Jeanette's butt in her hands and pressed her full body against the young girl's.
Their lips were nearly touching and the woman whispered, "I have a confession to make."
"What is it?" Jeanette asked, barely able to talk.
"I don't have anything on under my gown."
"I know," Jeanette said.
"You should try it some time. It's very sensual."
The woman pressed her lips to Jeanette's. The kiss was passionate but controlled and gentle, as if to arouse but not alarm her. The woman did not know that leaving was the last thing on Jeanette's lustful young mind.
Jeanette felt the woman's tongue push between her lips and the kiss became more moist and more intense. Jeanette felt an increasing moisture between her legs also. Her teenage pussy began to throb. She placed her hands on the woman's neck and returned the kiss passionately. She felt the woman's hand pulling up the hem of her robe. The hands moved from her waist to her breasts and rubbed them provocatively.
Jeanette was lost in the kiss, but she felt the woman's fingers unbuttoning her blouse. She sucked on the woman's tongue and tasted her saliva. She was vaguely aware of her blouse being slipped off her shoulders under the robe. Then she felt her bra fall away, letting her breasts free. Then she could feel her nipples rubbing against the woman's silk-covered tits. The woman's hands were on her back, pulling her closer. Then she felt the warm damp hands slide under her arms, and it seemed to take forever for them to finally reach her eager boobs.
Jeanette threw her head back and gasped as the woman fondled her breasts, bringing the nipples to full erection. Jeanette's blood boiled as the woman's mouth nuzzled her neck and sent violent messages of lust down her spine to her churning belly.
After an eternity the woman's hands left Jeanette's breasts and unhooked the snap on her jeans. The jeans were tight, but the women was expert and peeled them down to midthigh. Her damp panties were still in the crotch of the jeans, and Jeanette felt the cool air around her hot cunt.
"Pull your robe up and sit down on this chair," the woman ordered.
Jeanette felt the cold wooden seat pressed against her hot ass and thighs. She closed her eyes and let her head fall to her shoulder as the woman kneeled before her and raised her gown, revealing her young virgin body to the lust-crazy woman. Jeanette let her knees relax and her thighs parted slightly.
The lady took her time and enjoyed the sight of Jeanette's eager body stretched out before her.
Jeanette was burning with anticipation. She had to open her legs wide as the woman moved up on her knees between her thighs. Jeanette could feel the stretching and opening motion of her cunt and the silken touch of the lady's robe slide against the crinkly hairs of her pussy.
Then she felt the woman sprinkling kisses on her breasts. Jeanette gripped the seat of the chair and arched her tits up toward the ceiling, wanting more. The lady accommodated her with stronger kisses that turned into nibbles as her mouth circled Jeanette's straining nipples.
"Please," Jeanette moaned.
She was rewarded by the woman taking one hot nipple into the firm grip of her lips. Then the lady sucked almost all of her boob into her mouth. Again and again the woman sucked and stroked and licked first one tit then the other.
Jeanette was squeezing her thighs together, thrusting her pussy wildly against the woman. Jeanette was being driven wild, and becoming impatient for some real cunt action. She felt the woman's mouth move down from her breasts. Her titties were wet and the moisture evaporated and gave her goose bumps on the flesh of her hot boobs. The woman nibbled on Jeanette's belly and the inner flesh of her thighs, then nibbled down one leg and up the other, swerving her tongue just before it reached the girl's pussy.
Jeanette moaned and pushed and pleaded. She thrust her pussy toward the woman's face clumsily, and was ready to grab the lady's hair and press those lips into her bubbling pussy when, without warning, the woman plunged her tongue up Jeanette's cunt.
Jeanette felt the hot tongue curl and flicker over the insides of her cunt. She shuddered as the woman licked and sucked her churning box.
Jeanette felt her clitoris growing as the lady found it with her hot tongue. All Jeanette was aware of in the world was her throbbing clit.
Finally Jeanette opened her eyes. She looked down between her legs and saw the woman smiling up at her, Jeanette's juices all over her face.
"Thank you," Jeanette whispered. She leaned forward and kissed the moist lips of her new lover.
The woman smiled. "You have a beautiful body and I love to make you feel good. But I believe in free enterprise. I don't give something for nothing."
Jeanette understood perfectly. But she didn't know where to start.
"I'll tell you what to do," the woman told he Jeanette stood up and let her gown fall back over her body. She helped her lover up and the woman gave her instructions.
"First pull my robe up like I did yours."
Jeanette did so. She was amazed at the size of the woman's tits. They were huge but did not hang down. The nipples were large and long. The areolas were dark brown. Jeanette took one tit in each hand without being told to. They were heavy and she could see the traces of blue veins running throughout the mounds of flesh.
"I love your tits," Jeanette said.
"You will," the woman replied. "Squeeze my tits kind of hard and suck on the nipples."
Jeanette followed the woman's instructions.
"Bite them a little. Squeeze them harder," the woman said breathlessly.
Jeanette worked eagerly at the gigantic boobs. She could feel a burst of heat from the woman's body and the smell of cunt juice wafted up to her from below. Jeanette wondered what the lady's pussy would taste like. She was excited and afraid at the same time.
The woman was standing with her legs braced apart. She took Jeanette's shoulders and pushed her to her knees. She took Jeanette's cheeks in her hands and held her face on the level with her hairy cunt. The hair grew up almost to the woman's navel, and down her inner thighs, and it smelled like sweet perfume to Jeanette. She longed to kiss it and probe it with her tongue. She wondered what pleasure lay in the jungle.
The woman spread her legs more and the muscles bulged in her thighs. She told Jeanette to stick her tongue out, which the girl did. Then the woman pulled Jeanette slowly toward her hairy cunt.
Abruptly she pulled her away.
"Footsteps!" she whispered.
Chapter Five
There was a sound at the door. The woman let her gown fall down over Jeanette and stepped forward a little.
From her hiding place Jeanette heard a voice. It was a familiar voice. It was her father's voice.
"Mary," he said. "I thought I might find you here."
Jeanette felt the woman's body tense.
"Why Reverend Brooks, what are you doing here?"
"Are you kidding?" he asked, and walked over to her.
She stepped toward him so that Jeanette was in the rear of her gown. Jeanette heard the sounds of kissing.
"It smells like pussy in here," the man said.
"My cunt got hot just thinking about you, Preacher," the woman said.
"Good, if there's anything I like better than fried chicken it's hot pussy..."
Jeanette almost giggled out loud. Instead, she explored the smooth asscheeks of her lady friend with her hands. She rubbed her hands through the furrow between her legs and felt the moist hairy pussy. She jerked her hand away when she felt her father's hand doing the same thing through the fabric of the woman's gown.
"You are really wet. Can we do our regular thing?" he asked.
Jeanette felt the lady hesitate, then flinch as Jeanette mischievously gave her a lick on the thigh. "First go lock the door," the woman told the preacher.
While he was gone, the woman quickly made Jeanette hide in a space behind a rack full of choir robes.
Jeanette could see the goings on from her hiding place. Her father returned from the door with a bulge in his pants and a look of obvious excitement. He carried the sash cord from one of the heavy velvet curtains. He walked over to the choir leader, who held out her hands. The preacher quickly tied them with the sash cord and she knelt on the floor.
The preacher threw her gown up over her head and raised her hips so her ass was in the air. He tickled her asshole with his fingers, then kissed her buttocks and licked the groove, giving her brown puckered asshole special attention. Then he started spanking her with his bare hand. His face grew red and his breath tortured. The room was filled with the snorts of Jeanette's father and the slapping sounds of his hand on the lady's pretty behind.
Jeanette was surprised. She was shocked. She was outraged. She was horny. She began to rub her pussy.
The woman moaned under the hood of her robe. She screamed a little at a particularly lusty smack.
The preacher fumbled with his zipper. He was so excited he couldn't get his pants unzipped for a few moments. Finally he did, and he brought out his small prick.
He quickly mounted the choir leader from behind and lunged against her in quick dog-like thrusts. In moments he came. He groaned and pushed harder against her for a few moments. Finally he yelled, "Praise the Lord!" and fell back onto his back.
Jeanette gazed with interest at his glistening peter.
The preacher rose as if in a daze, zipped his pants up, and brushed the dust off his coat. He started to wander out but the woman called him back.
"Untie me, you jerk!" she said.
"Oh, sorry," he mumbled, and helped her up and released her bonds.
After he had left, the woman called Jeanette out from the hiding place. The woman winked at Jeanette and said, "Did you get bored while you were waiting?"
Jeanette shook her head. She pulled the lady's robe up eagerly to finish what she had started. She was eyen more anxious to experience this woman who had taken her father's warm sperm. She skipped the woman's tits and knelt down to plunge her face into the warm wet cunt. She licked for a moment and found nothing but hair and cum. The woman reached down and pulled her pussy lips apart, revealing a pink chasm which was soaked with male and female juices. Jeanette pressed her mouth to the hole and sucked. She tasted the female sex juice and the thicker male cum. All of it poured into her throat from the hot fountain of the woman's pussy.
The woman grabbed Jeanette's hair and pulled her up into her churning box. Jeanette struggled a little, torn between wanting to suck and wanting to breathe. She chose to suck.
The woman began to yell and moan. She bucked back and forth, covering Jeanette's face with her hot juices. Jeanette felt like an object being used, and it made her shudder with feminine joy. She felt her own cunt oozing with the dew of delight.
Finally, the woman released her hair. She knelt down beside her and took her in her arms. She sucked kisses from her. They lay together for some time, wrapped in the choir costumes. Finally they arose and got dressed. Jeanette did not wipe the slippery juices from her body. She enjoyed the feel of her thighs gliding against one another as she walked. She liked to lick her lips and taste the salty moisture.
The two women parted at the door after a long kiss.
"See you in church!" Jeanette called out as she left.
Chapter Six
Jeanette recalled another Saturday night from her past. It was the first official date that her parents had allowed her, and she considered it a breakthrough. When you lose your virginity, it has to be a breakthrough, literally.
Her date had been Ed Wyndom, who was a couple of years older than Jeanette. He had acquired quite a reputation as a stud and she had not seen him in a long time.
After the movie, Tom Jones, he had taken her to the local drive-in restaurant where all the high school kids hung out. He seemed to know everyone, especially the girls. Jeanette was impressed and eager to please him.
Remembering the movie they had just seen, she ate her hamburger in as seductive a manner as she could. She slowly licked a bit of mayonnaise from her red lips. She slurped a piece of slimy tomato that had partially escaped from the burger. She slid over closer to Ed and placed her lips over the straw in his drink and sucked a swallow of his Coke.
She could feel the warmth of his breath against her hair and smell the masculine scent of his cologne. She looked tip and he kissed her deeply, letting their onion-flavored mouths connect and mix their juices. She rubbed his thigh, remembering the length and hardness of his prick. It was there waiting for her touch. She massaged it and thrust her tongue into his mouth. He could not reach the tray to set his cup down so they were handicapped by only having one hand each with which to rub and hold each other. They forgot completely where they were for a few impassioned moments.
They were brought back to reality by the hooting and whistling of the boys and girls in the other cars. Ed's car was a convertible and it was a warm night. They were presenting quite a show for the other adolescents.
"We'd better get out of here before your reputation is wined and mine is made," Ed said as they pulled apart.
He tooted for the carhop to come and get their tray, and they left. As they pulled out of the drive-in, they heard someone call out, amid a chorus of cheers and laughter, "Don't get none on you, Ed!"
On, in, and all over, Jeanette thought lustily.
They drove out to the old abandoned airport parking lot. The lot was already beginning to fill with cars even though it was relatively early in the evening. This did not bother Ed, however; he drove directly through the lot and eased with only inches to spare between two metal posts that were supposed to keep cars from entering the small wooded area that lay on the edge of the lot. After driving just a few yards it was as if they were alone in some deep forest.
"I discovered this place back when I used to sneak out here to watch couples make love," Ed explained.
Now that the moment of truth was near Jeanette felt wary. She knew that she should tell Ed that she was a virgin, but she was afraid that it would turn him off. She had heard of that happening.
Ed opened the door and withdrew a blanket, inviting her to join him in the grass.
She hopped out of the car and he took her in his arms. They kissed deeply for a long time, exploring each other's bodies through the barriers of their clothing.
"Come on," Ed said, leading her to the blanket.
She pulled back.
"Aw jeez," he said, thinking she was being coy. "You're not going to play that game, are you?"
"Don't be mad," she said. "I just have to tell you something."
"What?" he demanded.
"I'm afraid you'll be mad if I tell you."
"You're in your period?"
"No, that's not it."
"You've got a dose of the clap?"
"No!" she replied angrily.
"Well, what the hell is it then?"
"I'm a virgin," she whispered.
"You're a what?!" he exclaimed, clapping his hand to his head and staring at the stars.
"A virgin. I've never been with anyone before."
"You mean in the two years since you sucked me off and jerked your brother off, you haven't been fucked?"
"That's right. Are you angry?"
He laughed. "No, no sweat. I'll just get my handy-dandy deflowering kit out of the trunk we'll solve your problem right away."
She lay down on the blanket and waited nervously for him to return. She slipped her hand up her slightly sweaty thigh and rubbed her pussy through the silky smoothness of her panties. Her formerly damp pussy felt dry as a bone now. She tried to relax, closing her eyes and listening to the night sounds in the warm air and rubbing her pussy softly.
When she opened her eyes Ed was standing at the edge of the blanket grinning. "At least your attitude is good," he said.
He held out each item and explained its use. "This pillow is to hold your little ass up a bit so that my entry into that pink hot pussy is easier. This cup of bourbon which I am handing you is to relax you and get your mind right. This petroleum jelly will make my dick so slippery that it will slide right in -- and out -- and in, et cetera."
Jeanette drank the whiskey neat and felt that her throat was on fire, but she could feel the magic liquid warming its way down to her belly and after a moment she smiled.
Ed turned on a transistor radio and lay down beside her. He kissed her gently and lightly, nipping at her lips with his teeth and licking at her tongue. She lay back and allowed at to happen.
"Dr. Ed will solve your problem," he said. "You just relax and let me handle this. We're safe here and hidden. It's a beautiful night and it's going to be a beautiful experience."
Chapter Seven
She felt his mouth move from her lips to her throat. Strange impulses traveled down her spine and she quivered. His hands were moving with practiced skill over her body, so lightly that she could hardly feel them. They brushed at her nipples which were erect and straining against the fabric of her bra. They rubbed and warmed her tummy as the whiskey warmed her inside. The hands brushed her thighs and her pussy mound in an undemanding way that relaxed her and let her drift away from her nervous tension.
She tried to embrace him but he pulled away. "You just lie there and relax, Jeanette. I've got to be free to move around. I'm an explorer and your body is my wilderness."
He raised up a little and unbuttoned her blouse. Peeling the two parts of her garment back, he revealed her cloth-encased tits. He reached behind her and unsnapped her bra.
She felt her boobs spread a little but they were so young and firm they still strained upward. She felt the cooler air sweep across her tits. The nipples stiffened and goosebumps marched across her mounds of flesh. She waited expectantly as Ed pushed her bra up around her neck and out of the way. Her boobs awaited his touch.
His left hand was warm and a little rough as he cupped her right breast and massaged it slowly in wide circles. Then he tweaked her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it up. He repeated the procedure on her other boob and she started moving her hips involuntarily. There was a hotline of communication from her nipples to her pussy and the wires were ringing with erotic messages.
Then she felt his mouth. She moaned. He sucked her tits warmly, moistly. She felt a wash of relaxation engulf her and then she noticed a new tension. It was a knot of desire in her cunt. She was horny and hot for prick.
Ed was sucking firmly on her nipples, one after the other.
Jeanette put her hands against his hair and said, "Bite them a little, please."
Ed took one of her throbbing nipples between his teeth and bit very lightly. He flicked his tongue back and forth across the cratered surface of her nipple as he bit it.
She moaned and whimpered in pain and ecstasy. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth and she licked her lips as her thighs rubbed together. The furnace in her body exploded, and heat poured from her.
Ed's body also grew hot with desire. He had trouble controlling himself. His hands shook as he unbuttoned her skin. He felt the smoothness of her hips as he slipped the skirt down. She kicked the garment off her legs as Ed ran his hot hands up under her panties and cupped her rounded asscheeks. He ground her cunt against his thigh as he nibbled at her tit, licking and sucking and biting.
Jeanette pushed herself against him, her pussy throbbing. She whimpered and murmured little animal sounds of passion.
She felt his hard prick against her leg. She felt his hands work around her hips and rub the crinkly hairs of her pussy. One of his hands cupped her mound and one finger slipped down into the slippery groove of her cunt, brushing lightly over her clitoris, which was swelling and becoming erect. Her thighs parted and she thrust her pussy at him, wanting to be penetrated by anything he had. His hand, his tongue, his prick, anything would serve that hungry cunt of hers.
Ed rose to his knees over her. He pulled her panties down and off. He positioned himself between her widespread thighs and looked at her as she twisted and turned and thrust her body with desire. He sat back on his heels and rubbed his fingers into her wet pussy. Tentatively he pushed his finger in and out. She was tight, but his finger went all the way in. No hymen.
"I thought you were a virgin," he said.
"I go horseback riding a lot," she explained breathlessly, humping against his hand.
He withdrew his hand and kissed her cunt lightly. She pushed her cunt eagerly to his mouth and felt his tongue enter her. His tongue made wild hot circles around her clitoris as it swelled with desire. He flicked her clit and she cried out. She was humping furiously, groaning and moaning, clutching his head with her hands and trying to draw him into her. Suddenly she screamed and wrapped her thighs around his head and squeezed him. He continued to lick and fuck her clit as she exploded in orgasm.
Jeanette felt a succession of emotions as she came and came again. Finally, she released her grip on Ed and he came up for air. But she retained the hunger in her wet pussy.
Ed stood up quickly and took off his jeans. His prick stood out at almost a right angle from his young body. He lay down beside her and put his dick in her hand. He kissed her deeply for a few moments and she enjoyed the taste of her own cunt juices on his lips. He rolled over between her thighs and slipped the small pillow under her ass. He poised slightly above her, his prick lying on her belly.
Jeanette reached down and grasped the rigid cock. She rubbed the swollen head of it between her pussy lips, letting it enter cautiously into her ready cunt. She felt the ridges of her pussy press the large head as it passed into her tight box. She spread her legs wider, because it was painful as the large shaft pushed further in. Ed's breath was loud and warm on her cheek as he concentrated on holding himself back. He didn't want to shove it in and cause her pain.
Ed could wait no longer. He pushed his large dick to the hilt in her tight pussy. He stopped when she cried out and waited for her to relax. He moved only slightly as the tight sheath bathed his prick in delightful sensations.
She felt the stretching and pain in her pussy and it inflamed her further. She wanted to be fucked, but it hurt. Her lubrication system came to her rescue and her juices began to flow again, swirling around the prick that filled her so completely. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, enjoying the feeling of his curly leg hairs on her smooth thighs.
"Fuck me," Jeanette whispered in Ed's ear.
And he began to move. Slowly at first, with short gentle thrusts, he pushed his big prick in and out of her tight but slippery pussy. Then, as he sensed her total lack of doubt, he began to thrust with more vigor. Her tight cunt squeezed him continuously along the length of his shaft. Her juices had flowed over her asscheeks, and his balls slapped wetly against her when he plunged his cock in to the hilt.
She felt a growing excitement. This stiff prick sliding in and out of her, stretching her, filling her, made, her feel completely feminine. Why had she waited so long to get fucked? she asked herself.
"Fuck me harder, Ed! Oh, it feels so good! Your prick is so hard!"
Her words set Ed on fire, and he pumped his cock in and out of her faster and faster. Pounding her body with his, he set up a rhythm to which she responded.
Ed's movements lost their rhythm a moment later and he thrust wildly in and out of her, moaning and grunting like a wild animal. She felt his prick stiffen even more and then erupt. His cum spurted into her in hot gushes. She could feel his prick jerking back and forth as he poured the slimy white stuff deep into her womb. But he kept moving and he stayed hard.
She dug her nails into the skin of his back as the blackness overwhelmed her.
"I'm coming!" she screamed.
She bit his lips and made the blood flow. She scratched his back. She locked him between her heaving thighs.
"Keep moving!" she yelled. "Keep fucking me forever!"
And she came, explosively. Shouting, clutching and losing all control.
They lay quietly together, still joined. Jeanette had her eyes closed, enjoying the closeness and the satisfaction. She felt rushes of pleasure as the cool air swept over her hot body. She saw a strange light through her closed eyelids. Then she opened her eyes and had to squint against the light shining into them.
She and Ed parted quickly and started to stand when a deep masculine voice chuckled and said, "Well, well. What do we have here?"
Chapter Eight
A large hand pulled Ed to his feet. The flashlight beam played over Jeanette's body as she tried in vain to cover up.
She was confused and afraid. Were these rapists or murderers? She searched frantically for her skirt and panties.
"Settle down there, little girl. We're the police."
They held their badges in front of the light. She still could not see their faces. They were just two hulking uniformed figures in the night.
"Can I get my clothes on, please?" she asked.
"Don't be in such a hurry there. We need to examine the evidence here first."
One of the cops shined his flashlight on the blanket. He found the bottle of bourbon. He found Jeanette's purse and looked through it until he found her ID card.
"Just as I thought," he said. "This little girl is underage. What's the world coming to when a sweet child like this is out fucking and drinking?"
He walked over, and shined his flashlight into Ed's worried face.
"You're in a heap of trouble, boy. First there's contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Then there's the matter of a little statutory rape. Bill, why don't you take this fellow over to the squad car and read him his rights, while I question the victim here."
Jeanette was alone with the burly policeman, who kept his light on her body. She managed to slip her bra down and close her blouse, but the most she could do to cover her pussy was to keep her legs close together.
"Can't you let us go, officer. We weren't doing anything really bad."
"We could. But why should we?"
"Out of the goodness of your heart?" she asked.
"Nope, I'll need a better reason than that." He stepped a little closer and her trembling arm was almost against the blue wool of his uniform.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"It gets pretty lonesome out here in the boondocks, and it don't help any to see all you young people humping each other's brains out. Now if you wanted to give a little relief to the guardians of justice here -- me and my partner -- we might be disposed to let you go this time."
"You can't make me do that," Jeanette replied angrily.
"Now I wouldn't want to force you into anything, baby. But seeing as how you already fuck like a bunny, you might just enjoy getting it from a real man for a change, instead of these little boys."
"No, I won't do that."
"OK, we'll just head on down to the station and call your parents. Maybe you won't get kicked out of school, but then again you probably will. You have the right to remain silent..." He began reading from a little plastic card in his hand.
"Wait," she said. "What exactly would I have to do?"
The policeman smiled and his teeth shone against his shadowy face. "You can start by slipping that little blouse off and letting me have a look at that young body of yours."
She let her blouse and bra drop to the ground and stood naked in front of him. She could smell the tobacco on his breath as he towered above her. He reached out and cupped her breast, molding it with his rough palm. He hung the flashlight on the belt of his uniform and pushed between her thighs with his other hand. One of his fingers slid into her wet curd.
"Jesus," he said. "Your little pussy is just as wet as it can be."
Jeanette was still afraid, but becoming excited by the contact of the big man's hands. She looked up at his face, half expecting him to kiss her.
"Now," he said, abruptly withdrawing his finger.
"You can get down on your knees, you little whore. Did you think I'd kiss you after you've probably been sucking sperm all night?"
She was really frightened now, and hurried to obey him. She felt something smooth and round and hard being pushed against her lips.
"Kiss my stick," he said.
"What did you say?"
"Kiss my baton, and suck it, you little slut."
She took the long nightstick in her mouth, holding it in her hands as if it were a cock. She could hear his heavy breathing above her. He turned on his flashlight again and shined it at her face, watching her suck and caress the stick. He pulled the nightstick away and told her to unzip his pants.
She unzipped his pants and without awaiting further orders, reached in. His cock was still soft and she had to tug at it to make it reach the outside of his baggy trousers.
"It's soft," she said.
"Well, work on it a little then," he said angrily.
She took the tip of the cock in her mouth and sucked at it. His wool pants smelled like mothballs. Finally his prick began to swell, but not for long. It became stiff, but still did not measure four inches in length. She sucked at his little prick vigorously, hoping to get the whole thing over with quickly. Somehow the man whose face she could not see reminded her of her father. Suddenly, the policeman's huge body heaved and he shot a few drops of cum and his cock began to shrivel again. He pulled away and zipped his pants.
"You wait right there," he ordered, and disappeared toward the parking lot.
She waited, scared to move. She could barely see the flashing of the patrol car's red light on the other side of the trees. Soon she heard the sound of approaching footsteps.
The other cop, who was much shorter, swaggered up to her and took off his cap. Her eyes were accustomed to the dark now and she could tell his hair was red and that he had freckles.
"Well, honey, you just lie back there and spread those legs. You're going to have the time of your life."
She was still afraid of the other policeman and she did as she was told. The short stocky cop stood over her and slowly unzipped his pants. Then in the darkness, she saw him pull out his huge cock. It was as big as a baby's arm!
"No, please!" she begged as he began to work the huge fuck with his fist. "I'm almost a virgin!"
The man just laughed and said, "This will break you in pretty darn quick, honey."
"Let me just suck it, please? It will never fit inside me. I'll tear and die."
The cop laughed again. He kneeled down between her legs and placed the large purple head of his cock against the wet lips of her pussy.
She was terrified but fascinated. What a way to die, she thought. She tried to crawl back away from him but he gripped her hips and drew her to him. He continued to work the huge cock back and forth between her pussy lips in anticipation of thrusting it into the young cunt of his victim.
"Please, please!" Jeanette begged. "I'm not wet enough! I'll split!"
He stopped. "You feel wet enough, but since you're so scared I'm going to do you a big favor and suck your cunt a little before I ram this huge fucker into you. I don't do this for just anybody."
He went down on her roughly and bit her clitoris. It was painful to her but at least it postponed the agony of him entering her, and she bore it bravely.
All too quickly he asked, "Is that enough foreplay?"
"No, no, you do that so well. Keep eating. Keep eating."
He did.
She sensed that he was getting tired of it and had resigned herself to his assault when his partner came crashing through the woods. "Policeman down! Policeman down!" the man yelled.
"I know, I know," the stocky cop slurped.
"Come on, Bill," the other cop said, pulling him to his feet. "There's a cop been shot. We've got to go."
"Sorry, doll," the red-haired cop said as he left. "Up yours," she whispered in reply. She was weeping as she gathered up her clothes and got dressed quickly. In a moment, Ed returned.
"Did they hurt you?" he asked. She shook her head.
Ed rubbed his ass. "That big cop buggered me. I'm glad they spared you."
"Me too," she said, and fell into his arms. Then they both began to laugh in relief.
They sat in the convertible and talked awhile. They were soon totally relaxed and Jeanette felt her passions arise again. She reached into Ed's lap and grasped his cock.
"Want me to suck your stick?" she asked.
Chapter Nine
Jeanette Wyndom remembered her wedding day. It had been on a Saturday, and her father had presided.
Jeanette stood staring into the mirror. She was in the church dressing room where the choir robes hung, but the room had been turned into her own personal dressing room. She looked in the mirror at the white gown she wore. Her sweet young face smiled back in her reflection.
She was alone for the first time in weeks. Her mother had been her constant companion as they made preparations for the wedding. Her mother had gone out to borrow something to complete the custom of something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Jeanette's mood was blue as she faced the fact of her maturity. She wanted her childhood back and it made her sad. She was happy that she was marrying Ed, but there had been so much anticipation and tension as the wedding day grew near that she now felt a letdown.
She smiled as she looked around the room and remembered her run-in with the choir leader. She laughed as she recalled how ridiculous her father had seemed then. The thought of her honeymoon flashed into her brain, and although it would be somewhat of a rerun, the whole idea excited her.
She sat down in a hard wooden chair and ran her hand up her thighs to her pantied crotch. She rubbed tentatively, not sure that it was the proper thing to do at this time and in this place. But it felt good, so she continued to rub in slow circular motions across her cunt. She felt her clitoris perk up as the lips moved with her pulling and rubbing.
She pulled her sheer panties off. She held them to her nose and smelled the scent of sex mixed with the flower scent of her bath powder. Then, lifting her dress clear, she sat down bare-assed on the chair. The cold wood made her think twice about what she was planning to do, but her mood seemed to demand some corrective action. She pulled her dress up and looked down at the neatly trimmed triangle of hair between her legs. She caressed the magic area. Lightly, she tugged at her pubic hair, watching the white skin being pulled up and feeling the light nip of pain. Her breast heaved in a sigh and the juices began to flow within her cunt.
She let her brightly painted fingernail lead her finger down into the sparse jungle of her cunt hairs and between the lips of her pussy.
She spread the lips with her thumb and middle finger, leaving the middle finger to rub both sides of her little clitoris, which was rising to the occasion and pumping impulses of pleasure to the rest of her body.
She started rubbing harder, making the clitoris jump and vibrate. Soon she felt the quiver of her first small orgasm, and then her whole body shook and heaved as she reached the big one. Just in time, too, because her mother was coming in.
Jeanette dropped her dress and flung the panties into the waist basket.
"What's the scent, dear? A new cologne?" her mother asked, sniffing the air.
"Yes, Mother. What did you borrow?"
"Oh just this sex manual. But I don't know how you'll wear it."
Jeanette laughed. "I'll memorize the first line and keep it in mind."
"Really, I got this book because I couldn't bear to tell you the facts of life myself. It's so embarrassing," her mother said sheepishly.
"That's OK, Mom. I've picked up a few hints as I've gone alone. And I'm sure Ed will tell me anything I don't know."
"Yes, I'm afraid so. Men are like that."
They looked at each other and listened. The organist was playing the entrance music. So Jeanette walked solemnly into the church where the people were waiting. Her thighs slid together wetly as she walked. She felt relaxed and warm as her father performed the ceremony.
After the wedding, she and Ed left for their honeymoon.
"Wow, it's a relief to get that over with," Ed said as they drove down the highway.
"I guess you built up a lot of tension in the last days, since we couldn't be together and you had to make all the honeymoon arrangements."
"Yeah," he replied. "I'm wound up as tight as a watch spring."
"Let me bring you quick relief," she said seductively.
"I'm sorry, honey, but we can't stop. We've got a long drive ahead of us."
Without a further word she reached down and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his soft prick, which was heavy in her hands even without being erect. "You just concentrate on your driving and leave the relieving to me," she told him.
He tightened both hands on the steering wheel. "You can try, but I don't think I can feel very sexy at sixty miles an hour on the highway."
As he spoke, his prick responded quite positively to her warm wet mouth. It slowly became erect, pushing against the back of her throat, forcing her to withdraw a little.
He squinted at the road in an effort to concentrate on driving. She did her best to drive him wild with hot licks and nips. She moved her hands up and down the long shaft. She was determined to milk him quickly and taste the sperm she had been wanting for days.
He moved his hips up and down as much as he could considering his position. He tried, but failed, to concentrate on his driving. He kept the car on the road by pure luck as she brought him to a spewing climax that drained him and made his eyesight blur.
She was smacking her lips and milking him of the last of his slippery white cum when he noticed the speedometer. It was sitting on the red line at one hundred and ten. He let off quickly on the accelerator and tweaked her nose.
"You little devil, you're going to get us both killed," he said.
"Some people think that marriage is a lot like death anyway."
"Yeah," Ed answered. "I can see their point, but let's vow right now to never let our marriage get boring, OK?"
She nodded and gave him a salty kiss.
Chapter Ten
They checked in at their honeymoon hotel and hurriedly changed so they could get down to the restaurant before it closed. They interrupted their meal every three minutes for a kiss. Each kiss tasted of a different dish gourmet necking.
When they prepared to leave, Jeanette noticed that Ed scooped up a few of the little plastic cups of honey which were served with the toast.
When they got back to their room she asked him why he wanted them.
"You'll find out soon enough," he said.
They showered together, then took turns drying each other off.
Jeanette pulled Ed back into the bedroom by his stiff prick.
"Well," she said teasingly. "Let's get some sleep."
"No way," he replied, slapping her on her bare ass. "I've got some plans for you."
"Do you want me to slip into my virgin-white nightie?"
"No, I'll take my woman straight, like my whiskey."
"Big man," she teased, then grabbed his cock again. "Say, you are a big man."
He rummaged through his jacket and found the packets of honey. He held them up and smiled. "This is the honeymoon, right?"
He put both pillows at the head of the bed and lay down, his prick sticking straight up in the air.
"OK, come over here and sit on my chest," he said.
She straddled his hairy chest, feeling a little self-conscious. She could feel the curly hairs of his chest intertwine with those of her pussy. She leaned back a little and grasped his prick as he smiled up at her and molded her breasts with both hands.
She started to slide back and onto his cock but he caught her hips and stopped her.
He took the packets of honey and opened them. Then, pouring the gooey liquid onto his fingers, her spread it onto her cunt. He rubbed it all over her stretched-open pussy, then licked it off his fingers.
"If you will present your cunt to my lips I will proceed to suck honey kisses from your beautiful pussy," Ed said.
His head was at an angle on the pillows and she sat comfortably on his upper chest and presented him with the perfect dessert.
He sucked at her honey pie. He licked the inner and outer lips of her sticky pussy until it wasn't sticky any more. Then he took the little clit between his lips for special attention. He sucked at it and nibbled it a bit.
Jeanette held onto the headboard and let herself be sucked right into orgasm. She gave down copious amount of love juices which he slurped up. She was crying and laughing, whimpering and grunting as she rode the whirlwind.
"Suck me! Suck my entire cunt out of my body!" she screamed, and came again and again.
Finally she had had enough, and she collapsed onto the bed. He followed her with his lips and kept sucking. She tried to push him away but he kept his mouth glued to her cunt, licking and sucking.
"I can't stand any more!" she cried.
He kept eating her cunt. He drank her juices and drove her past wild right into crazy. And he kept sucking.
Finally he withdrew his lips and held her in his arms. He sucked wet kisses from her lips as she lay helpless on the bed. She was like a rag doll, and he turned her over and positioned her like he wanted her. He placed the two pillows under her belly so that her ass was raised in the air. He sat back on his heels to study his work. Her white ass was divided by a dark furrow, in which there was a puckered hole of even darker hue.
Jeanette came to her senses and realized her position. She felt helpless, and glad of it. She felt her finger touch the puckered skin of her asshole.
"There is one way you're a virgin, Jeanette."
"Urn-hum," she answered.
"There is one hole in your body that I haven't used. Has anyone entered you here?" he asked, again brushing his fingertip across her rear entrance.
"Nobody," she whispered. "Then I will," Ed said. "It'll hurt me," she said.
"Yes, it will a little, but you'll like it."
"OK, go ahead. I trust you."
He rose to his knees behind her and worked his cock up to full erection.
Jeanette lay in her vulnerable position, waiting. She felt his prick head rubbing up and down in her wet pussy groove, and was relieved, yet disappointed, when he did not enter her asshole.
Instead, he pushed his big prick into her pussy and started it churning again. She was in no position to respond but he enjoyed her tight box as he fucked her from the rear.
"Aren't you going to do it in the back?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I don't want to rush into anything especially not your asshole. We have all night."
She relaxed then and enjoyed his fucking. She felt the length of his cock slide in and out of her vagina. He withdrew from her and admired her raised-ass position as she lay there helplessly. Her rear end was rounded and inviting.
"You have a beautiful ass, Jeanette. I'm gad it's all for me."
"It is."
"I can do whatever I want with this beautiful body of yours," he said.
He kissed the skin at the back of her knees. He trailed his tongue wetly up her inner thigh and sprinkled kisses on her buttocks. His tongue entered her pussy from behind and licked upward to the area between her pussy and her asshole. Then he drew it lightly up the crevice of her ass. He pressed his lips in between her cheeks and planted a firm wet kiss directly onto her hot asshole. Then he licked.
She squirmed under the tickling of his tongue. She pushed backward a little, trying to make him tongue her asshole. She was eager to try something new.
He stiffened his tongue and let it slide into the dry crater and felt the heat of her bowels on his taste buds. But there was no taste. He worked his tongue around inside her ass and he felt her sphincter muscle relax around the wet probe of his tongue. He withdrew from inside her and liked the puckered hole on the outside, trying to experience it totally.
Then he wet his finger in his mouth and struck his fingertip into her ass.
"That hurts a little," she said.
He reached over and took a jar of K-Y jelly out of the suitcase. He spread the slick grease over his index finger. Then slowly and carefully he pressed the finger against her asshole and it slid in easily. He felt her body tense then relax as he moved his finger deep into her bowels and wiggled it around.
Her asshole accommodated his finger surprisingly well, and she liked the sensation of him wiggling his digit within her. Her sphincter muscle spasmed a little, then accepted his finger's presence.
After a while he withdrew his finger and licked her asshole some more. She was getting impatient waiting for him to stick his cock up her ass.
"I'm ready," she said.
"OK, so am I."
He covered his entire erect cock with the thick jelly and pushed more of the jelly into her asshole.
The scene was set and his rigid dong was up to the task. He placed it against the tiny aperture and let her push her ass back against him so she could stop if it hurt too much.
She stopped when the head slipped in quickly. She rocked back and forth slightly, impaling herself further and further on the big cock. It stretched her deliciously, but she had to be careful. She was on the edge of pain. She felt him grip her hips and start to pull her onto his rigid tool. She tried to resist, but he was past gentleness now.
The tightness and hotness of her asshole combined with the defenseless position of her body awakened all the dominant male instincts within him. He didn't want to make love to her. He wanted to fuck her, screw her, bugger her and possess her, whether she wanted it or not. Whether she felt pain or pleasure he was going to fuck her roughly in the ass.
He pulled her back hard and she screamed as the prong dug deep into her bowels. He grunted with satisfaction as her butt fit perfectly against the sensitive skin of his groin. He could feel the skin pulled tightly back on his prick and his balls lying against the softness of her pussy. He reached down and under her to massage her pussy.
She began to move against him again. She felt the pain smooth out and become the start of pleasure. She felt like she was really being fucked for the first time. She felt like a victim and loved it.
He pulled his prick partway out of her tight asshole and then rammed it mercilessly back in to the hilt.
She screamed again and tried to reach back and push him away. This was definitely pain, and she instinctively attempted to escape.
He grabbed her wrists and let his whole body weight rest on her. He rotated his hips and fucked her in the ass faster and faster as she tried to free herself. He was too strong for her, and kept pounding away at her ass until she gave up and responded by pushing her ass back at him.
He could see the beads of sweat on her back. Her hair was plastered wetly against her neck. Even this aroused him. He felt like a caveman. He fucked her cruelly, pounding and pushing with all his strength.
Her hands clutched convulsively at the sheets that were being rumpled under the violent movements of the lovers. Right now they were not lovers though, they were fuckers.
His legs straightened and became as stiff as his prick. He snarled and pushed. He grabbed her shoulders and held on as his body exploded. He lost all control and was only a part of the organ that was pumping hot streams of cum deep into Jeanette's bowels.
She felt as if she were being burned by molten lava inside her ass. She felt his prick jerk and buck. He was pounding her and pouring his offering into her. She received it with a rush of pleasure of her own.
Finally he stopped moving and collapsed on her back. She felt the once mighty prick slide out of her ass, and then they slept.
Chapter Eleven
Jeanette was reminded of a Saturday night a couple years after their wedding. They had been invited to view some vacation films of a married couple who had become their friends.
Ed and Jeanette drove their Chevy into the driveway of the modern, expensive-looking house and parked it beside the Porsche. Ed admired the little car.
"Couldn't they afford a larger car?" Jeanette asked.
Ed laughed. "This little car cost over ten thousand. And this house looks like it cost over a hundred."
They were greeted before they even rang the doorbell by Bob Hungerford. He shook Ed's hand with a vise-like grip and gave Jeanette a smothering bear hug. He was a much larger man than Ed and was slightly overpowering, but he was so nice and friendly that it didn't interfere with their friendship.
"Chi-chi, the Wyndoms are here!" Bob called.
His wife entered the room with a smile on her beautiful face. She was tall and willowy, with long golden hair falling onto her shoulders in natural waves.
"You folks just sit down and make yourself comfortable for a moment and I'll go mix some drinks and turn over the soy-bean steaks on the grill," Bob said.
"Jeez," Ed said to Jeanette. "I think we stumbled into the palace of the gods. These people are too beautiful to be true. Makes me feel inadequate."
Jeanette nodded. "Makes me feel the same way."
Ed gave her a long reassuring kiss.
"Whoops, am I interrupting something serious here?" Bob asked jovially.
"No," Jeanette said. "We were just admiring your house."
Bob laughed loudly. "Looked to me like you were admiring each other. That looks like a newlyweds' kiss. Are you sure you've been married two years?"
"Yes, but it doesn't seem like it," she answered.
"You're lucky," Bob replied. "Mast couples start looking for a change after about two years. When things start slowing down and it gets to be a bore, a lot of people look for new sexual adventures. It breaks up some marriages, but others thrive because the couples are mature and channel their needs into directions that they can share."
"Yes, we are lucky. We swore to each other, though, that if it ever gets boring we'll figure out a way to save the marriage and still find some excitement," Ed answered.
Bob ginned his grizzly-bear grin at them and winked. "Let me show you around our little house here."
Bob took Jeanette's arm and held her close as they toured the house, but he directed most of his conversation to Ed. When they returned to the den, Chi-chi was waiting for them with drinks.
"What unusual drinks, Chi-chi. What do you call them?"
"Carrot cocktails," she answered. "They're very healthy but they'll knock you on your ass."
Jeanette was startled by the chic lady's choice of words. What were these people really like? she asked herself.
"Time for some home movies!" Bob boomed.
He and Ed set up the screen and projector and doused the lights. Bob moved over to the sofa where Ed and Jeanette were sitting. He took up almost half the couch himself and his huge thigh was pressing against Jeanette's.
Chi-chi placed her bare feet on the ottoman. Jeanette tried to see in the dim light whether Chi-chi's toes were rubbing against Ed's legs, which were also on the ottoman. She couldn't tell.
Numbers flickered on the screen then an outdoors scene. A sign appeared in the picture that said, "Sunshine Lovers Retreat".
"Looks like a good name for a nudist camp," Ed joked.
"Right," Bob replied.
And the next scene flickered on. The screen was filled with naked people. Boys, girls, men and women all frolicked together.
Jeanette thought it must be a joke. She figured that Bob had bought the film through some mail-order outfit and was showing it as a home movie to be funny. Just as she started to laugh, Chi-chi appeared on the screen. She had huge firm tits that stood up perkily as she tossed a volley ball.
The camera stayed glued on the fantastic long-legged body of Bob's wife. She played unselfconsciously. Her hair was streaming in the wind as she ran. Her smooth thighs were like marble and they rippled slightly with muscle action as she moved. And her pubic hair was as blonde as the hair on her head. She had huge pink areolas but her nipples were just tiny buds.
Jeanette glanced over at Ed. His eyes were glued to the screen. She felt Bob shift his position and he placed his muscular arm across the back of the sofa. His leg pressed a little more against Jeanette's.
Jeanette had assumed that Bob was the one who had taken the pictures of Chi-chi. She was surprised when he appeared on the screen beside his wife. She was also surprised at his huge muscles. His stomach looked like a washboard and his arms bulged with balloon-like biceps. Then there was his cock. It wasn't hard but it hung halfway down his thigh, a good seven inches long. It swung in mighty pendulum movements as he ran. His large hairy balls hung heavily from the curly patch of pubic hair that climbed to his belly and led to the hair of his chest.
"That's a really nice-looking place," Ed said with a catch in his throat.
"Yeah," Bob answered. "We go there every year. We have a lot of friends that go there. It just makes you feel healthy all over to spend a week in the sun bare-assed."
"You both look extremely healthy in this film," Jeanette said.
Chi-chi rose and danced across the beam of light from the projector. Her body's outline was clear through the sheer gown she wore.
"I love the freedom of no clothes," Chi-chi said as she danced out of the room.
She returned with some more drinks and Jeanette noticed that she stood before Ed a long time while handing him his drink. He could see every curve of her model's body through the thin dress she wore.
Jeanette was very aware of Bob's big thigh pressing against her. Especially since she knew that such a huge donkey dong was being held captive in his pants. She usually didn't like big men, but she was definitely getting horny.
The film dimmed. The scene changed from an exterior to an interior. Jeanette could not quite make out the faces of tire two entwined people but the woman's body looked familiar. She assumed it was Chi-chi but she could not be sure. She could tell that the man was not Bob. He was too small in all departments.
The couple was lying nude together in bed, kissing. The girl had the man's erect cock in her hand, massaging it and pulling the skin back so that it strained upward. It was a modest member, but the girl seemed pleased with it. She rubbed it and fondled it, letting her hand wander down to squeeze his balls occasionally.
Jeanette still could not see the girl's face clearly. The camera was positioned at the couple's feet and there was a clear view of her cunt. She held her legs open as the man rubbed and separated her pussy lips. The film was dim but of good quality and Jeanette could see the moisture on the red swollen lips of the girl's cunt. And the girl's cunt had blonde hair, which was an indication that it might be Chi-chi. If it was, Bob seemed not to mind. He was smiling as the sex scene unfolded on the screen.
Jeanette reached over and took Ed's hand in hers. His palm was sweaty. She let go of it and slipped her hand down to his crotch. He had a tremendous hard-on.
Suddenly the lights came on. Bob laughed as Jeanette jerked her hand away from her husband's lap.
Chapter Twelve
"Caught you!" Bob said jovially. "We tricked you on that one. That's just a porno film that I spliced into the nudist one. It's always good for a laugh."
Chi-chi was smiling enigmatically. Jeanette was still not convinced that the film woman and she were not one and the same. Chi-chi stood and stretched her arms above her head. She sighed.
Jeanette noticed that her tiny nipples made two pinpoints against the smooth fabric of her bodice. Jeanette stood and stretched also, but even in her shoes she was not as tall as Chi-chi. It bothered her.
She noticed that when Ed stood up, he shuffled around trying to conceal the bulge of his erection. Chi-chi noticed also. She took his arm and said, "Let's eat," and led them to the dining room. Bob enveloped Jeanette in one of his big arms and accompanied her.
As they ate the strange vegetarian meal, Bob expressed his philosophy of nudism. He pointed out the health aspects, the naturalist aspects and the emotional aspects.
"I just like to run around bare-ass," Chi-chi remarked.
Bob smiled. "Yes, and that's as valid a reason as any I've given. Liberation is the name of the game. Anything goes in this life if it feels good. Chi-chi and I apply that philosophy to every part of our life. Don't we, honey?"
She smiled at him, a piece of okra between her teeth. She looked over at Ed as she slowly sucked it into her mouth.
"My father was a preacher," Jeanette said. "I'm pretty liberated in a lot of ways but I would still have to work through a lot of jealousy to be truly free sexually."
"It's worth it," Bob assured her, patting her hand.
Jeanette had a flash of the picture of Bob's huge prick and felt inclined to agree. But when she noticed the way Ed looked at Chi-chi she was not so sure.
"Let's go to the rec room," Bob said.
He led the way. Jeanette was lost. The house had more rooms than a hotel.
Chi-chi put on some records with a Latin beat and began to dance. She moved with long-limbed gracefulness. Bob approached and matched her movements perfectly. They were straight out of a movie musical as they danced professionally around the room.
Self-consciously, Jeanette and Ed also began to dance. Their skill was more like a grade-B movie. Ed even stepped on Jeanette's foot.
Bob noticed their awkwardness and suggested they change partners. He swept Jeanette up into his arms and her feet barely touched the floor. His muscles were so hard that it was like being hugged by a bear.
But the important muscle was pressing against her belly. It wasn't hard but it was there. Jeanette looked over at the other couple. Ed and Chi-chi were dancing so close together it looked like there was only one person. Jeanette felt her jealousy rise. Still, it was exciting being overwhelmed by this muscleman. His hands were like meat hooks and one hand reached down to cup her entire ass. He pressed her tighter to him and she could feel the beginnings of life in his huge cock. Each time she would let herself go and start to get aroused, she would remember Ed dancing with Chi-chi and get turned off again. Finally, the record ended.
Jeanette took the opportunity to break away from Bob and reclaim her husband from the other woman's clutches. It made her angry that Ed had an obvious hard-on and Bob had not been aroused by her. She decided that if Chi-chi could arouse Ed, she could do the same to Bob.
She and Ed sat together sipping carrot cocktails and Bob started another record. Chi-chi and Bob began dancing but Bob pulled away.
"It's really getting hot in here," he said, unbuttoning his shirt.
Uh-oh Jeanette thought, here comes the pitch.
"You don't mind if we practice a little nudism, do you?" Bob asked.
He took his shirt off. Chi-chi helped him slip it off over his bulging shoulders. He flexed different muscle groups and rippled his arms and chest. He put his hands behind his head and with a big grin made his biceps bounce to the beat of the music. Chi-chi was dancing around him as he kicked off his shoes and loosened his belt.
Jeanette felt a knot of tension in her belly as she watched, waiting for that massive organ to be revealed. She squirmed in anticipation as he took his time unzipping his trousers. Jeanette's eyes followed the fall of his pants, then became fixed upon his cock. It was just starting to get hard and was growing. It hung almost down to his knees and was starting to rise.
Bob took it in his hand and gave it a couple of shakes. "I'm sorry my dick is getting erect, folks. This is not supposed to happen to us experienced nudists, but you two are such sensuous people I can't help myself."
He gave the huge prick another shake and it rose at a right angle to his belly. He was obviously more than a little proud of his body, and Jeanette suspected that his hard-on was more a result of his self-love than a result of his desire for either of the two women there.
Bob turned to Chi-chi and grabbed her by the shoulders. Her body kept swaying to the music. She grasped his cock in her small hands and tugged at it playfully as she moved. He reached behind her and unzipped her gown. It fell to the floor in a rum pled pile of cloth from which she stepped lightly, still dancing. He held her hands and she held his prick as they danced around the room.
Jeanette noticed that the room did seem hot all of a sudden. She glanced at Ed and could see that his face was flushed. Most of Jeanette's doubt was gone now. She knew that she would do whatever she had to get her hands on that prick. She was hot for it. She stood up and took off her clothes.
"Here, here!" Bob called out. "We've made a convert! And what a beautiful body she has!"
Jeanette took another quick sip of her liquid courage and danced seductively in front of Ed, who was still sitting. She understood his reluctance to stand naked beside Superman, but she took his hand and tried to pull him to his feet. Chi-chi came over and took his other hand. Together they got him to stand up, but he was still reluctant.
"Come on," Bob said. "Join the party."
Ed took the challenge. He quickly undressed and his seven and a half inches stood out long and proud. Chi-chi reached for it but Jeanette grabbed it first and pulled him to her so that they could dance. Chi-chi danced back over to her husband and they danced together again.
"Now doesn't this beat being all wrapped up and confined in those crummy clothes?" Bob asked.
"Yes, it does," Jeanette answered as she felt Ed's cock rubbing between her thighs and making her cunt become wet and ready. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his cock moving in and out of her thighs.
"Time to change partners!" Chi-chi chimed.
Chapter Thirteen
Jeanette barely had time to open her eyes and she was in Bob's arms. He lifted her up so that she straddled his huge cock. Her feet barely reached the floor. His shaft was so solid and so wide that it filled the space between her thighs so that she could not put her knees together. She wrapped her hands around his bull-like neck and closed her eyes.
Bob reached behind Jeanette and held the head of his cock so that he could lift her completely as she straddled his dong.
Jeanette was overcome by the sensation of such a machine, and forgot everything but the feel of it between her legs. She sat on it and placed her feet behind his thighs as he carried her around the floor.
"Hey, what kind of dance is that?" Ed asked angrily.
"Shhh," Chi-chi whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe.
"Ohhh," he said, and forgot his jealous anger.
Jeanette was having strange erotic thoughts as she rubbed against the giant prick. She saw herself being impaled on the Washington Monument. She opened her eyes. She imagined that Ed was growing shorter and shorter. Then she realized that he was bent down sucking and nibbling at Chi-chi's breasts. This bothered her, but not too much. But when he sank to his knees and started to nibble at her cunt, it was too much for Jeanette to bear.
"Time to change partners!" she called out, and climbed off Bob's huge cock.
She pulled Ed away from the statuesque blonde and onto the couch. "Let's sit this one out, Ed," she said.
She sat down with him on the couch and placed his arm around her shoulders possessively.
Chi-chi and Bob just smiled and began to dance again. The muscleman held the globes of the blonde's ass as they danced, and Jeanette could see the head of his long prick sticking out through her legs. Bob pulled her cheeks apart, and in the dim light Ed and Jeanette could barely see the puckered brown spot of her asshole.
The couple stopped dancing and swayed, kissing each other deeply. They turned slowly and Chi-chi's long fingernails dug into the flesh of Bob's hairy ass. Their breathing was louder than the music.
Ed was massaging his own dick with his free hand and fondling one of Jeanette's breasts. She didn't feel jealous any more now that she had him in the security of her own arms.
"You do me and I'll do you," she whispered.
She took his hand and placed it between her thighs where her twat was boiling and threatening to explode. His fingers rubbed and probed at her slippery hole.
She took his long rod in her warm hand and started beating his meat for him. Ed was staring at the dancing couple, Jeanette noticed. She did the same thing and let her imagination run as wild, as she was sure that Ed's was.
Bob had lifted his wife up to his chest and was gnawing on her pink-tipped breasts. She wrapped her long legs around his torso and let her head fall back in ecstasy.
Then Ed and Jeanette noticed that Chi-chi's body was starting to slide spread-legged down toward the rigid prong of her husband. He used one hand to guide his prick toward her stretched-open pussy.
The expression on her face changed from a smile to a frown and then to an animal expression of pure lust as the big cock entered her.
Jeanette breathed heavily and forgot to frig her husband's cock as she waited to see if that huge piece of flesh would actually fit into a human female's cunt.
Chi-chi was rolling her head back and forth, moaning in pain and pleasure. She lost her grip on the big man's shoulders and was completely at his mercy as he held her on the tip of his dick.
Bob smiled and let her fall.
She screamed as she was impaled on the full length of his cock. Her body collapsed like a rag doll and only the strong hard prick held her up. Soon she regained her composure and started bucking wildly, the slippery wetness of her cunt helping her to accommodate the huge cock.
Jeanette stood up and turned around. She straddled Ed's lap and started to insert his rigid cock into her boiling box.
"Wait, I can't see," Ed said.
He shifted her over to one side and then the other side. Neither position allowed him to fuck her and watch Bob and Chi-chi fucking at the same time.
Jeanette felt frustrated but she understood his attitude. She wanted to watch too, and she was rapidly deciding that she would join in if she could. She turned around with her back to Ed and sat on his prick. Ed sat up as straight and watched the other couple over his wife's shoulder. He cupped her breasts in his sweaty hands and massaged them, flicking the erect nipples with his fingers.
Jeanette clipped his cock nicely with her tight cunt as he made slow up and down motions on the springy couch. He was glad of the confining position they were in. He knew that if he could lunge freely in and out of her cunt that he would come right away, and he wanted to prolong the excitement as long as he could. He also wanted a good hard dick to present to Chi-chi if things worked out and he got the chance to fuck her.
He nibbled on Jeanette's neck and imagined that it was Chi-chi's. He ignored the prominent projections of Jeanette's big-tipped boobs and pretended that they were the small-budded mounds of Chi-chi's tits. He fantasized that Jeanette's full womanly body was the thinner, almost skinny big-boobed body of the other girl.
Jeanette had her own fantasies going, although it took a longer stretch of the imagination to pretend that Ed's prick was Bob's. Ed's was nice and long, but nowhere near the size of the monster Bob was now plunging in and out of his moaning wife.
Chi-chi was holding onto Bob's neck for dear life, and she was gnawing at his earlobe. He was bucking her up and down on his huge prick without relief. He never seemed to tire as he stood holding her up on his rod as he lifted her and shoved the hard thing deep into her belly. He loved an audience and tonight he had an enthusiastic one. Bob felt Chi-chi's lightness on his prick. Of course, every woman was tight to him. They didn't make women big enough to be loose when they were plugged with his big plunger. He laughed out loud. He loved it. He loved fucking. He loved being big and strong and manly. He loved the mingled looks of fear and desire that crossed the faces of every woman who saw his cock. He carried Chi-chi over to the long couch on which Ed and Jeanette were sitting. She lowered her body so that she lay with her head almost touching the other couple's thighs. Then he placed himself between her open legs, his prick still deep in her cunt.
Then he started to do some serious fucking. He pounded away at her and she soon began to whimper and cry out. He kept his heavy body raised from her a little so that he could really plunge his prick into her body. He sensed the nearness of the other couple. He was fucking for himself, for Chi-chi, and for Ed and Jeanette. He knew watching the act was the best aphrodisiac, and in his case, the best advertisement for his own skill.
He wanted Jeanette more than he had wanted any woman since he had first met Chi-chi. There was a newness and innocence about Jeanette that really turned him on.
Chi-chi began to jerk. He knew she would soon and he pounded away with renewed vigor.
Chi-chi felt like she was diving into a bottomless pit. But she was well aware that her pussy was not bottomless. She felt the first wave of orgasm wash over her, and then another. Her cunt exploded and white clouds of pleasure filled the darkness of her mind. Then the clouds passed and it was clear sailing to come number two. It was stronger than the first and she cried out, quivered, bit her lips till they bled. Number three was barreling down the pike and she knew it was going to be like the impact of a Mack truck, but as soon as it got to her it turned into jelly and enveloped her. She moaned and groaned, unaware of where or even what she was. Soon she relaxed but the pounding kept up. She was helpless to resist, and she let her husband continue to his own reward.
Bob loved bringing a woman to orgasm. Then he knew he had done his work and was deserving of his reward. Plus he knew he was in complete control. He felt the film of sweat streaming over his body but his breathing was even. His jagging kept his wind good and he could fuck all night and still run around the block. He was not, however, a big enough fool to go running around the block with a warm woman in his bed.
His thoughts returned to the powerful sensation of Chi-chi's passive body and her tight pussy sucking at his cock. Heat burst from him and he snarled and gritted his teeth. He felt the huge wads of cum roar up the tube of his cock and out into his wife's womb. The thick fluid tilled what little space there was in the churning box and slipped around the edges of his cock as he pumped her.
Chi-chi felt the cum ooze out of her and down the crack of her ass. She wished that she had another lover waiting there to cram his own lubricated prick up her asshole. She was a glutton for punishment as long as it felt good.
The air rushed out of her lungs as her husband collapsed on top of her. She stroked his sweaty back and held him in one of the few tender moments that they shared in the midst of their gung-ho healthy lifestyle.
Chapter Fourteen
Ed and Jeanette, however had just began to fuck. The display of prowess had a powerful effect upon their already aroused libidos. They were making sloshing sounds as they moved together. Her pussy was wet and his cock was oozing little drops of lubrication. Their position, however, was not a good one for action. Plus they were a little inhibited, because if they moved, it would draw attention to them and they would be the next act on the bill. They were not as exhibitionistic as the other couple, and held back. It seemed that the other couple had put out so much effort that they would fall asleep or at least lie quietly for a while. Not so. Bob was up and walked around in a matter of minutes, his prick still at an angle to his belly.
Chi-chi stretched and her hand touched Ed's neck. "Excuse me," she said, letting her nail track down his cheek.
Bob said, "I think these kids are a little self-conscious, Chi. Why don't we show them that exercise we learned at the sex therapy place last summer?"
Chi-chi and Bob took Jeanette's hands and pulled her to her feet. Ed's erect wang stood exposed to the air. The couple led Jeanette over to a huge bearskin rug and made her lie down on her back. The fur felt like silk beneath her hot body.
"Come an over here, Ed," Bob said. "You have to do most of the work. She's your wife, after all." He winked.
They spread Jeanette's limbs out. She felt vulnerable with her pussy on display.
"OK, Ed, you start at her toes, I'll work on her face and Chi-chi will handle the tit department," Bob said.
Jeanette was more interested in Bob's prick than his lips but she decided to wait and see what they had planned.
"Just do about what I do," Bob said. "You'll get the idea."
"OK," Ed said.
"Close your eyes now, Jeanette," Bob ordered.
She did. She felt three pairs of lips kiss her body simultaneously. Bob kissed her lips softly. Chi-chi kissed the very tip of one of her boobs, then the other. Ed kissed the tips of each of her toes.
Then Chi-chi was kissing her fingertips and letting her tongue draw wet cool lines up to her elbow. She was moving her lips and tongue toward her chest, and Jeanette felt the tongue dart quickly into the moist space under her armpit. Bob was kissing the tip of her nose and then her closed eyelids, licking her eyebrows. Ed was sticking his tongue quickly between each of her toes, then sucking one after the other.
Jeanette felt as if a thousand electrodes had been attached to her body and were being fired one after the other with little shocks.
Then she felt Ed's tongue moving up her inner leg. He licked the back of her knees and blew a cool stream of air over the area. The cooling sensation was transformed into a hot flash as her it cunt and tits started to ache for attention. They were being ignored, and it made her more aware of her excitement and the hunger she felt deep inside. Bob's mouth pressed against hers again. He pushed his tongue between her lips and almost to her throat. He licked the top of her mouth in a tickling way, then flicked his tongue over the tip of hers. She sucked his tongue hungrily, and when he withdrew it, she eagerly followed it with her tongue into his mouth.
Chi-chi was massaging her boobs in soft circular motions, not touching the nipples. Then Jeanette felt a tingling sensation as the other woman kissed the areolas of each breast. The nipples were straining eagerly upward, waiting for the warm mouth to envelop them. But Chi-chi kept her lips teasingly on the areolas, nipping at them and drawing wet circles around the hot nipples. Then she felt a rush of pleasure as Chi-chi took one nipple into her warm moist mouth and flicked it with her tongue.
Ed's mouth reached the top of her thighs and he bit her softly. He nuzzled the wet curly hair of her drenched pussy. Her thighs rolled outward and she stretched her hot pussy toward his lips. He licked just outside the throbbing pussy lips and down to the space between her pussy and her asshole. She felt his fingers part the lips of her cunt and expose the quivering shaft of her clitoris. He made rings around the hard little button with his tongue, making it stand up more erect and swell with passion.
He plunged his tongue suddenly deep into her cunt. It seared the already hot edges of her cunt. She could feel his lips pressing against her clit. He moved a little and suddenly was sucking her love button firmly. It ran away and hid when the explosion came. She bit Bob's tongue and nabbed Chi-chi's hair to hold her to her breasts. And she wrapped her thighs around her husband's head, grinding his face into her wet throbbing pussy.
Jeanette felt so grateful for the pleasure that had been given her that she could not object when Chi-chi led Ed away. She watched as the woman immediately began sucking her husband's cock. She felt a twinge of jealousy, but then Bob was stretching his huge body out beside her on the rug. She tore her eyes away from her spouse and looked into the smiling face of this near stranger. She reached down and circled the shaft of his cock with her tiny hand. Her fingers could not reach all the way around the thing.
Bob toyed with her breasts, rubbing and stroking them to keep her warmed up.
Jeanette knew that Ed could see her lying next to Bob. It turned her on and she could feel her blood began to boil. She pushed Bob onto his back and mounted his thighs. His prick stood before her like a baby's arm reaching out of a crib. She pushed the skin back from the swollen purple head and watched a bead of fluid appear. She licked it away. She let her hands move up and down the long thick shaft. The head of it was so large that it barely fit into her mouth when she began sucking him. She licked the entire length of the hot prong, covering a different side of the shaft on each trip up and down. The balls were lying against his thigh, heavy and hairy. She cupped them in her hands and felt them throb with his heartbeat.
"Can't you hear my hard beat?" Bob snug softly.
Jeanette was inflamed and, taking one last look over at Ed on the couch, she decided to impale herself on this huge prick.
Ed was in the process of coming in Chi-chi's mouth. She had made him shoot off in her mouth with her expert technique. His hard-on collapsed as he flinched under the hot licks of her tongue on his vulnerable flesh. Chi-chi took his prick in her hands and rubbed his cum all over. She straddled him and stuffed it into her churning pussy.
Ed pushed his soft prick up into her.
"I like it soft like this," she explained.
And evidently she did. She rode him like a home, sliding her pelvis back and forth so that his cock threatened to slip out on each movement. She rubbed her breasts and pushed them up so that she could lick the nipples herself.
Ed could feel his prick perk up and become harder. He was glad he had regained his hard-on because when he looked over at Jeanette she was just beginning to lower herself onto Bob's tremendous cock.
Jeanette had to stand and then squat down to get Bob's prick in position to enter her. It stood so high up from his hairy belly. He helped to steady her but seemed to realize that she needed to control the situation completely or she would be afraid to go through with it.
She felt the hot head pressing against her pussy lips. He took hold of his tool and slid it back and forth between the slippery lips for lubrication, then brought it back to center. She felt it press against air aperture of her inner pussy. The pussy hole seemed too small to hold such a huge thing, but she lowered herself further and actually made her elastic pussy slide over his prick head.
"You're pussy feels nice stretching over my dick," Bob said.
His words brought her back to the realization that she was fucking a man, not just a prick. She smiled at him and grew excited under his gaze. She let herself slide down further and went to her knees, straddling him. She placed her hands on the hard muscles of his chest for support.
"Oh God, it's so big," Jeanette purred as she felt a rush of pleasure from the stretching sensation in her hungry pussy.
"It's all for you, baby."
"I love it. It's killing me but I love it in there," she said.
"Aw, baby, I can't wait, I've got to get my dick all the way into that hot pussy of yours!" Bob said.
"No, go slow, slowly!" she cried.
But he took her hips and pulled her relentlessly down onto the stiff cock. She tried to escape but he pulled her down. It felt like it was tearing her pussy wide open, but after a few minutes of pain, he was in all the way.
Sweat cooled on her body as she sat on the huge prong. She felt as if it were sticking up to her throat. But it fit good too. She was glad it was there. And she got even wetter.
"You love it, don't you, baby?" Bob said.
She nodded her head in reply. "Say it, baby."
"I love it," she whispered.
"Louder," he demanded.
"I love your prick. I love it. It stretches me and I love to be fucked by it!" she cried with real emotion.
As she said it she realized that Ed was just a few feet away. But she couldn't worry about that now. Her clitoris had come out of hiding and liked what it saw. It demanded a little action.
Bob seemed to sense her growing excitement and pushed his hips up, making his prick stretch her even more. He grabbed her tits and pulled at them.
Jeanette ground her cunt down onto the man's groin and started bouncing slightly up and down. In a matter of moments she was bucking wildly, riding the wild horse that had never been broken.
She pushed strange guttural sounds of pleasure from between her teeth. She felt herself sliding up and down on him faster and faster, then suddenly he gabbed her hands and held her down as he pumped his cum up into her cunt with grunts and groans.
She felt the hot stuff pumping into her and responded with one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She collapsed forward onto the big man's chest and dug her nails into him as he humped her. And as abandoned as her mind became to the pleasure she felt, she was constantly aware that her husband was watching her being fucked by another man.
Chapter Fifteen
Jeanette Wyndom remembered how that first experience with group sex had changed their lives. Their Saturday nights after that had a whale new flavor. Thinking of flavor reminded her of the Saturday Chi-chi and Bob had brought another couple over to visit them. It had been the gourmet, Jerry Gallup, and his wife, Liz. That had really been a memorable night.
Jeanette recalled the group got together regularly after that. She remembered with pleasure a recent Saturday night when she and Ed had been invited over to Bob and Chi-chi's house for a party and to meet another new couple.
As they had walked up the path to the Hungerford house, Ed stopped abruptly.
"Listen," he said.
Jeanette listened, although she already knew what he was referring to.
"That noise. It seemed like I've been hearing a buzzing in my ears all afternoon," Ed said.
"Maybe I'm hearing things," he said.
Jeanette giggled. "No, honey, you're not going crazy. I sent off for some battery-powered ben-wa balls. I slipped one in this afternoon so I would be sure to be in the mood for tonight," Jeanette explained.
"You mean you have something stuck up in your cunt right now that's turning you on?"
She nodded and showed him the power pack which controlled the device. He turned it on and off a few times and she quivered with pleasure. He followed the cord into her skirt. He pulled her panties aside and jerked the ball out of her cunt.
"Why did you do that?" she asked.
"I'm jealous," he explained. He threw the gadget into the bushes and rang the doorbell.
Jeanette was surprised at Ed's reaction to the sex toy. She hoped he would not pout and ruin the party for her.
Bob greeted them at the door and Chi-chi greeted them in the living room with a kiss for each. The kiss she gave Ed lingered for a while and actually got pretty close to foreplay before they broke for air. Jeanette turned her attention to the other guests, Jerry and Liz Gallup.
"Hey, where's the new couple?" Ed said. "You promised us some new flesh for our pot."
"They're a little bit late, but speaking of pot, let's smoke some grass and relax until they show."
Bob lit a couple of joints and started them around. They were all casual smokers and half the dope burned unused as they talked and laughed together. The only thing they were serious about was sex.
"I have an old saying, that I just made up," Bob said.
"What is it? A prick in the bush is worth two in the hand?" Jerry offered.
"No, better than that. Sex is the most fun you can have without laughing."
They all laughed.
"I have one," she said. "Sex may be messy, but it's never dirty."
"You ought to know," Chi-chi teased. Jerry licked his lips and smiled. "Say, what are these new people like?" Jeanette asked.
"I haven't met them personally," Bob explained. "Some friends back East recommended them to me. They've just moved down here from Cleveland."
"Probably a couple of klutzes," Ed said. He was fondling Chi-chi's leg with one hand as he passed the joint to Jeanette with the other.
"No, I trust my friend's judgment. They didn't get a chance to tell me much. Just that these folks are nice and free," Bob answered.
Liz chimed out, "Bob, pass me that joint, will you please?"
"I don't have it. Jeanette does."
"I don't mean the marijuana, silly. I want to smoke your other joint," she said.
Everyone laughed. They were all getting a little loaded and anything seemed funny.
"Later, Liz, later. We would be rude to get into anything heavy before our other guests arrived. However, Chi-chi has a surprise for us and I think it will help pass the time pretty well."
Chi-chi got up and danced to the middle of the room. "As you might know, I've been taking belly dancing lessons to keep my already beautiful body in perfect shape. It's great exercise."
Jeanette said, "There's something else that you do a lot of and it gives you plenty of exercise."
"Yes, but this is also an art form. I will now dance for you."
Ed applauded loudly. Jeanette gave her a Bronx cheer.
"And since I have no veils, I will be forced to dance in the..."
"Nude!" Ed shouted. "Take it off, baby!"
"Ed, this is a classy place. Don't be so crude," Jeanette teased.
They all laughed good-naturedly. Bob dimmed the lights and Chi-chi stepped behind a curtain. The record was a fast one.
Chi-chi's lean golden body appeared. At first she moved slowly and sensually out of time with the music. But when she reached center stage she started her hips pumping like a hula dancer. Then she slowed down and her belly began to roll.
"I'm getting seasick," Jeanette called out.
The others shushed her. She knew she was acting badly but she was still full of the old jealousy. Seeing Chi-chi's lovely body undulate so sexily and watching Ed lap it up made her feel downright mean.
Chi-chi danced over to Ed and moved her snatch exotically right in front of his nose. He kissed her pussy hairs and she danced away, smiling daggers at Jeanette.
The doorbell rang. Bob turned the record down and Chi-chi slipped on her silk robe which barely covered her pussy.
They could all see the front door from the living room and they tried not to stare when Bob swung the door open.
"Hey, Pops, what's shaking?" the black man asked with a huge grin on his thin face. There was a moment of shocked silence as the group realized that their guests were black. They recovered immediately and jumped up to welcome them with open arms.
"Hey, hey! My name's Duke and this is my lady, Sabrina. We're glad to meet you all," Duke said.
"Yes, come right in and let me introduce you," Bob said.
Duke was short and thin, but Sabrina was close to six feet tall and had a body that wouldn't quit.
The men welcomed Sabrina with open arms and hard-ons. The women were waiting for further information.
They offered the new couple drinks, dope and small talk. The men were clustered around Sabrina. Duke was talking up to Chi-chi, his ever-present smile plastered across his face.
"Hey, I dig your weather out here," Duke remarked.
"It's a little cool right now, but I guess it's nice compared to back East," Liz answered. "I wouldn't want to swim with this temperature though."
"We swim all the time," Chi-chi said. "Our pool is heated."
"Wow, really?" Duke said. "I could really dig a swim before we eat or whatever we're going to do."
"Sure, OK. Bob, let's all go swimming!" Chi-chi shouted.
They all agreed.
Sabrina smiled sweetly, a hint of the jungle in her eyes. "But I don't have a bathing suit."
They all stopped for a moment.
"Uh, my friends said that you, it, were, uh, involved in, uh, you know, uh, freedom," Bob said.
"Sure, we're part of the Civil Rights movement. But I still don't have a swim suit."
"No, I mean like alternative styles of living, you know?" Bob said.
"Fucking round," Chi-chi explained.
"She's just teasing you folks," Duke said. "Let's strip off buck naked and hit that pool!"
They all ran to the pool. Sabrina and Duke were the last ones to undress. Sabrina walked out onto the diving board and stripped slowly, revealing her huge brown breasts with coal-black nipples. Her belly button protruded slightly. Her cunt was covered by wiry black hair. Her ass was so prominent that it seemed to be at right angles to her back. Bob applauded when she threw the last stitch of clothing to the edge of the pool and dived in. He almost shocked when he sank.
Now it was Duke's turn. The black couple seemed to have a flair for the dramatic. The women watched him closely while pretending not to.
He stripped off his shirt to expose his scrawny chest. Then he let his trousers down bit by bit. He revealed the fact that he was not wearing underwear. He had the same tightly curled pubic hair as his wife. He let the trousers down a little more and revealed the base of his cock. Then he revealed part of the shaft of his black prick. He dropped the pants two more inches. More cock. Two more inches. More cock, and no end in sight. Two more inches and there was still more prick. The ladies grew obviously interested as the skinny guy dropped the pants all the way and exposed a dark hose that hung to his knees. He had it secured to his left leg with a garter.
He dove in and came up next to Jeanette.
"You're going to have to try harder, Bob!" Jeanette called out. "You're number two now."
Duke held himself above water with one arm draped over the side of the pool. With his other hand he reached out and caressed one of Jeanette's boobs.
"I love your smooth white flesh," Duke whispered.
"I love your foot-long prick," she whispered back. "Will you give me your garter to remember this night by?"
"Sure, but you'll have to dive down and take it off."
She dove under the water. The pool had lights of different colors that made the water shimmer like a rainbow. She grabbed the garter that strapped his huge dong to his leg.
She slipped the elastic down and freed the big thing. It floated toward the surface, and she followed it. She stood on the bottom of the pool because they were at the shallow end and slipped the garter onto her own leg. The warm water in the pool swirled in sensuous currents between her bare thighs. Small bubbles were trapped in her pubic hair.
Duke leaned against the side of the pool and allowed his skinny body to float. His prick lay on the surface of the pool like a log. Jeanette played with it, her hands running up and down its length and slashing it in the water. It started to stiffen, so slowly that if she had not been concentrating she would not have noticed.
"I have a thing for big pricks," she said.
"I have a thing for a big prick lovers," he answered.
She shook his tool and splashed water onto Liz, who was hovering nearby.
"I bet that big thing would really hurt if he shoved it up ray ass," Liz remarked in passing.
"Patience, Liz, patience," Jeanette said.
The long tool was getting harder and harder. It rose out of the water and Jeanette became a little worried. Was she getting more than she could handle? Was she biting off more than she could chew?
The prick was almost entirely erect now. It was higher than Jeanette's head as she stood in the neck-deep water. She held onto the cock and splashed her feet, using his cock as an anchor.
Duke wrapped his legs around her and drew her close to his huge weapon. She hugged it to her and it stood between her full breasts. She kissed the dark shaft affectionately. Duke lowered himself in the water and brought the broad head of his cock to her lips. She slipped as much as she could of the purple head into her mouth and sucked.
"Hey, baby, I dig your enthusiasm, but I don't want to shoot off now. The party's just starting. Let's swim around a little and see what's shaking."
Chapter Sixteen
They swam to the other end of the pool. Jeanette did the Australian crawl and Duke did the Lake Erie backstroke. His prick stuck up like a flagpole.
Sabrina was at the side of the pool leaning against Ed's chest as his prick stuck out in front of her between her legs. Bob was driving down and nibbling like a horny fish on her cunt.
Chi-chi and Liz were sitting on the edge of the pool while Jerry gulped up mouthfuls of water and spewed it into their cunts. As soon as he got one cunt full of warm water the other had leaked its contents out again. It was a losing battle, but he seemed to enjoy it.
Duke climbed out of the water and stood between the two women. His prick project between the two and they reached up to fondle it.
"Hey, you all, let's get into the house and get some action going. This pool is too wishy washy for hard action. And I am a man of action."
Duke waved to everyone and started for the house. They all followed. Sabria led Ed and Bob by their pricks. Jerry had his arms around Liz and Chi-chi. Jeanette was close behind Duke.
Duke stretched out on his back on the bearskin rug. His wet black body was so small that his prick looked like a spear that had been stuck into his belly.
Liz and Jeanette raced each other to the hard prick. They both began to lick and kiss it. There was plenty of room for both of them to work. Jeanette seized the head of the thing and Liz grabbed the base. He sucked each of his huge hairless balls into her mouth. Jeanette sucked as much of the huge purple head into her mouth as she could.
Duke reached over and pulled Jeanette's ass toward his head. "I need something to play with too, Momma."
She offered it to him gladly and he pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, studying her asshole and the hairy lips of her cunt. He rubbed the wet pussy hairs with his hand. He stuck his thumb into her moist box.
She moaned at the contact and sucked his cock with renewed vigor. Her pussy was churning with fear and desire at the prospect that he would soon be shoving this stupendous hunk of meat into her.
Liz had placed herself between his legs and was tickling his asshole with her tongue. Jeanette could feel an increased hardness in his cock when Liz probed his asshole.
"Shove it in there, baby," he said to Liz. He bent his knees.
She pushed her tongue as far up his rear as she could and Jeanette prepared herself for the deluge. It came coursing up his long prick like the Pillsbury doughboy on a bobsled. Gobs of gooey white stuff shot out of his cock with such force that Jeanette could not swallow it fast enough. She choked as her mouth and throat filled with the cum. She had to let go of the spewing hose and it jerked around wildly, shooting spunk all over of the room.
Duke was thrashing around on the rug, beating Liz on the head with his flapping balls. Jeanette rested her head on Duke's heaving chest, exhausted. When his prick had emptied its entire load, it drooped toward Jeanette's face. She kissed it lightly and it sprang back to full erection. It was going to be a long delightful night, Jeanette mused.
Meanwhile, Bob and Ed were pursuing Sabrina around the room as she teased and provoked them. There pricks swung to and fro. She led them around by their erections, then ran away and hid. They had to trap her to touch her. She encouraged their touches on her firm body for a few minutes, then escaped again.
"Who wants to eat my purple pussy?" she asked.
"I do!" rang out three voices. Ed's, Bob's and Jerry's.
Sabrina looked over to Chi-chi.
Chi-chi smiled. "I wouldn't mind."
"Eddie," Sabrina said. "Come play with me."
Ed rushed over to her. They stood together and kissed deeply. She was as tall as he was. Her firm dark body moved against him. He could feel her large nipples sticking into his chest hair. Her wiry cunt hair ground against his erection. Her hair was like a wire brush scratching his prick. He let his hands fall to her ass and cupped the mounds of flesh. They were firm and filled his hands. Just as he thought that he had her under control, she called out, "Bobbie, come play with Eddie and me."
The big man loped over and left Chi-chi sitting alone masturbating. Sabrina stared at her meaningfully for a moment. Chi-chi smiled again. She knew the game she was playing. Chi-chi did not mind being alone, because she knew she had quite an experience ahead of her tonight.
Sabrina led the two men over to a chair. She sat down and stretched her long legs out in front of her. Her ass was on the edge of the seat and her cunt was open, its purple membranes that embraced his tongue. She placed her legs over his shoulders and he continued to eat her. He could feel his erection sticking into his own belly as he knelt before her. He began to frig himself slowly as he sucked her.
Sabrina took Bob's large organ in her hands and pulled the skin back. Bob was standing beside her and tried to thrust the prick into her mouth. She snarled as if to bite it and he backed off. She laughed up at him. Continuing to play with his prick, she grabbed his balls in her other fist. She squeezed them a little. She squeezed them a lot.
Bob tried to pull away from her. Her nails dug into the tender skin of his cock.
"Bobbie, I'm just playing. I won't hurt you. I just play a little rough. You're a big strong man."
Bob grinned at her. "OK, we'll play, Sabrina, but don't get too rough or I'll take my big dong somewhere else to play." He frigged the big thing back up to full erection and presented it to her again.
Sabrina and Bob seemed to have come to terms. She took the huge head of his cock into her wide mouth and sucked it deliciously. She played with his balls, and when he started rubbing her hefty book, she arched her back to push them toward him.
Ed had not heard the conversation. Her heavy thighs were squeezing his ears and he was too busy sucking her clit. He sucked the slack lips into his mouth, then let his tongue trail down into the furrow of her ass. He pressed against the puckered hole. Her heels on his back drew him to her and his tongue entered the dark canal of her anus. It was dry but his saliva soon made it as moist as the hole of her pussy. Her pushed his tongue in and out deeply for a few minutes, then returned to the more interesting activity of eating her pussy.
Duke's cock was once again at full strength. It stood erect as a was before. He was still lying on the nag, lazily awaiting a cunt or a mouth to descend on him.
Jeanette straddled Duke and placed the head of his prick against the lips of her cunt. She covered it with her own wet slippery juices. She lowered herself onto the monumental tool. It filled her and stretched her.
"Ohhh, baby, you are so tight. Up tight and out of sight," he crooned.
She let her body down onto him and finally the big thing was up into her belly. Her pussy lips were pressed against the crinkly hairs of his pelvis. She waited a moment for her body to adjust to the size of him. Her pussy lapped and squeezed at him.
She stretched her legs back and lay on top of the supine man. She kissed him and sucked wet kisses from his mouth. He rotated his hips. The tool seemed to rearrange her insides and create a cylinder within her, her other organs squashed to the sides and out of the way.
"OK, Jerry!" she called out.
Jerry had his prick coated with petroleum jelly and he launched his attack against her asshole. He slid in with no trouble. The two pricks were separated by only a thin partition and they rubbed together as the two men fucked her, one in front and one in back. She groaned and thrust her tongue deep into Duke's mouth. He sucked it and increased the tempo of his thrusts deep inside her cunt. In a matter of moments she was coming.
"Squeeze me! Fuck me!" she screamed.
Immediately Jerry shot off into her ass and withdrew.
Jeanette made a motion to raise herself off Duke, but he held her down.
"The Duke ain't through fucking you yet, baby. You ain't going nowhere," he said.
He made her sit up so he could play with her breasts as he pumped in and out of her. He humped her faster and faster. Harder and harder he pushed the big prick in. His face grew wet with sweat and he strained to come. He was on the edge but could not cross over.
"Liz, quick, my asshole!" he shouted.
Liz ran over obediently and fell between his knees. She managed to find his bucking asshole and plunged her hot tongue into it.
And he came. It was like an atomic explosion inside Jeanette's womb. But there was no fallout. His big prick fit her so tightly that none of the white stuff could ooze out. It was trapped inside her and she felt like she was on fire. It seared the linings of her womb.
Finally, Ed came over and lifted her off the smoking poker.
Chapter Seventeen
Duke jumped up full of energy and enthusiasm. "Well, you all, I'm going to liven things up a little now. I just need to get a few things out of the trunk of my car and we'll really get this group in groove. Come on, Liz, I need someone to carry the heavy stuff."
Ed drew Jeanette over to the side of the room.
"What's going on here tonight, Jeanette? Things really seem to be getting strange," Ed said.
"I don't know. I seem to be in a fog. It's as if these two blacks have cast a spell over us, or maybe it's just the dope," she answered.
"Well, whatever it is, let's you and I stick together and keep things under control. I'd kind of like to make love to you anyway."
They found a comfortable place on the edge of the lights and made love slowly and tenderly.
Duke and Liz came back in carrying boxes. Duke started digging into his box and throwing things out.
"Here are some doodads for your enjoyment, folks. We got dildos. We got vibrators. We got ben-wa balls. We got French ticklers."
He smiled at the group. He took Liz's hand and led her and the clog over to a corner.
Jeanette noticed that Liz and the dog had a lot in common. They both had a tail-wagging kind of enthusiasm.
Jeanette and Ed continued fucking and watching the actions of the others.
Bob was smoking another joint. His prick lay against his leg. He was sitting on the sofa near Chi-chi.
Sabrina was looking through the sex gadgets. She found a battery-powered vibrator and placed it against her clit fin a few moments, then threw it over to Jerry, who experimented with it on his own body.
Then Sabrina held up a huge dildo with a harness attached. She smiled at Chi-chi as she held it.
Chi-chi rose and began to dance in gentle swaying motions to the music that was on the stereo.
Sabrina dance also, and her movements were sharp and aggressive and jerky.
They danced together but neither touched the other, nor did they dance alike. Each danced to a different drummer.
When the song ended they joined hands, and the two women pressed their bodies together and kissed. Jeanette could see their lips press gently together. They put their tongues together outside their mouths, and the tips touching light. Jeanette imagined that she could see sparks cross the gap between their electric tongues.
They stood apart. Only their tongues and hands touched. Then they released their hands and caressed each other's breasts. Chi-chi rubbed Sabrina's large, firm, stiff-nippled boobs with a feather touch. Sabrina roughly handled the white flesh of the other woman's tits.
Their hands traveled downward and rubbed pussies. Their eyes were locked together. Their hands moved to shoulders and they pressed each other down. It was a gentle sexual contest of wills.
It seemed to Jeanette that Sabrina must win. Her height, her dark mysterious appearance, her aggressive manner, made her seem dominant. She had dominated Ed earlier and now the ultra feminine Chi-chi was attempting to tame the wild Sabrina.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Sabrina began to lower herself. She sank to her knees with her eyes flashing and locked with Chi-chi's. Then she looked at the fragrant blonde cunt before her. She nuzzled the white skin with her dark full lips. Her tongue pushed its way through the cunt hairs into the pussy.
Chi-chi arched her back and pushed her hips forward. She pushed her wet pussy onto Sabrina's face and the black woman ate her. Ate her eagerly and with skill. The skill shone in Chi-chi's eyes as she moaned and pushed against the other woman.
Jeanette could not tell exactly when Chi-chi came. It started slowly and she must have missed the first signs, but before she knew it Chi-chi was writhing in ecstasy and groaning loudly. She held Sabrina's head firmly against her gyrating pussy until her orgasm had run its course. Then she released the woman, who sat back on her heels and looked at her with lust.
Chi-chi snapped her fingers and Sabrina hurried over and picked up the dildo that she had held earlier. She strapped it expertly to Chi-chi's shapely hips. Now Chi-chi had an erection. The long rubber thing stuck out obscenely from her womanly body.
Sabrina sprawled onto her back. Her arms and her rotating hips beckoned Chi-chi to enter her.
Chi-chi positioned herself between the black woman's knees and rubbed the rubber cock head in the wet slippery pussy groove of the writhing woman. Then, without warning, she shoved the entire length of the roughly ridged dildo into her. She leaned forward to push the cock deeper into Sabrina and rested her hands upon the floor. She was watching Sabrina wriggle around beneath her as she plunged the dildo in and out of her faster and faster, until the woman screamed with pleasure and writhed wildly, still acting as if she were tied down.
Chi-chi rose from the sobbing woman. "Would you like a turn now, Ed? I don't think she'll give you any more trouble."
Ed looked questioningly at Jeanette, who nodded her approval. He walked over and mounted the black woman, who accepted him gratefully and held onto him as he fucked her. She wrapped her legs around him and her hands caressed his back. She whispered words of pleasure in his ear. And he came explosively as did she.
Jerry approached his wife and stuck the pulsating cordless vibrator up her ass, then mounted her in front. The double thrust gave them both a thrill.
Bob could not resist the sight of Sabrina lying on her back, open and ready for anyone who wanted her. He definitely wanted that fantastic woman. His prick was rising to the occasion. He approached her and bent down between her knees. Her pussy was streaming cum and he knew he would have no trouble entering the slippery sheath. He waggled his long cock a couple of times to get it good and hard. He started to stick it in Sabrina's cunt when her husband stopped him.
"Wait a minute, brother," he said. "Now is the time. Come one, come all. It's the battle of the dongs. Hey, Chi-chi, bring it over here, baby."
She walked over to him and he placed her on the floor beside his own wife. He pulled her legs apart so that her cunt was as accessible to his dark dick as his wife's pussy was open to Bob's lighter colored one.
"When I say go," Duke explained, "you cram old whitey there into my woman and start fucking her. I will do the same to your old lady. You have to keep a tempo of at least fifty strokes per minute. The last man to shoot his wad is the winner. You ladies can be helpful to your man by being as sexy as you can and really moving around to inspire the dude who is on you to climax more quickly. Do you understand?"
The women nodded.
"Go!" Duke shouted.
The two men lunged forward and buried themselves to the hilt in their partners. They began to fuck steadily and at a good rate. It was only a matter of minutes before both Sabrina and Chi-chi appeared to be having multiple orgasms. Jeanette suspected that they were faked, but she could not be sure. The one thing that she could be sure of was that the heavy fucking action was exciting her tremendously.
She sat down on the sofa beside Liz and applied a pulsating vibrator to her clit. Liz did the same.
Time passed. Orgasms passed for the women. They had a couple of dozen among the four of them. Jerry wandered into the kitchen. Ed smoked another joint and watched, his prick soft and uninterested.
The two heavily hung men were sweating and grunting at the exertion. Bob was much stronger than Duke, but he had a lot more weight to push around. Duke was skinny but wiry. They continued to fuck.
Jeanette and Liz sat with their knees wantonly spread, still applying the vibrators to their streaming pussies. Liz had doubled up. She had inserted one of the buzzing appliances into her cunt and held the other against her clit.
More time passed. Jeanette and Liz grew bored with masturbating. Chi-chi and Sabrina were alternately yawning and complaining of sore pussies. Still the dudes fucked on.
Jeanette had an idea. She motioned to Liz. They took the two cock-shaped vibrators and sneaked up behind the men, whose asses were exposed as they humped the women. Suddenly, both at once, they shoved the vibrators into the men's assholes. Both men screamed in pain. Both shot their loads. They collapsed on top of the women, who then rolled them off onto the floor.
"It's a tie," Jeanette announced. "You're both bigger fools than I imagined you could be."
Jerry entered from the kitchen as the women laughed.
"Anybody want a banana?" he asked politely.
EPILOGUE
Jeanette Wyndom's memories faded. She found herself brought kick to the here-and-now of a Saturday night alone with her husband.
He was pushing his prick in and out of her mouth with more insistence and she was choking as it thrust into her throat.
She sucked him with more ardor. She found that just reminiscing about all those parties made her body respond. She was feeling a rising lust.
Evidently, so was Ed. He held her cheeks and pumped his cock in and out of her lips violently. Perhaps he had been thinking of the past also. Suddenly, he stiffened. His prick throbbed. He discharged huge gobs of cum into her mouth. It overflowed and ran down her cheeks. She loved the feel of the gooey stuff. She sucked him dry.
He lay back on the sofa and relaxed. She licked his cock with tiny flicks of her tongue that made him twitch and smile.
"I have a trivia question for you," he said.
"Mmmmm?" she asked, his rapidly deflating dick still in her mouth.
"What happened ten years ago today?" he asked.
She tried to think about it, but she was frustrated that he was through so soon and she was just beginning.
"Come on, guess," he said.
"I had my last climax," she responded tartly.
He laughed. "Come on, now, don't be mean. I'll tell you. Ten years ago today was when your brother and I came to your house drunk and you sucked me off. I fell in love with you on that day."
"Bullshit," she responded. "I didn't even see you for two years after that. But, gee, that really is an anniversary of sorts. We should have gone out to celebrate."
"Nope, I've arranged something different."
She teased him. "You're going to give me a five-thousand-dollar jewel-plated dildo."
"No, this is a... surprise!" He said the last word loudly.
"SURPRISE!!!"
Jeanette whirled around. All their swinging friends had sneaked in while she had been sucking Ed. They rushed up to her and talked animatedly.
"Well, this really is a surprise!" Jeanette said, smiling as she licked the last of Ed's cum off her chin with her long tongue. "It looks like this isn't going to be a boring Saturday night at home after all!"
And it wasn't. Unless eight horny swingers fucking and sucking each other's brains out can be considered boring.
