Tim's ad agency needed help getting the biggest account in town, and his young wife was willing to do anything to assist. Even when she found out it meant hopping in bed with the competition, she was ready to lay it on the line. The only trouble was, Tim wasn't ready to buy the account with his wife's lush body. Marcia had learned to love the swap games Tim's boss played, and when it came to a choice, she chose to swap. "A wife can make her husband a success," wrote Matt and Kathleen Galant in Wife Swapping In Business, "by whom she is willing to make."
I
Marcia Bleyer greeted her husband, Tim, with her usual kiss: she stood with her legs widespread as she snuggled up to his lean, firm body and caressed his lips with hers, then stroked his tongue with hers. Though they had been married nearly two years (which seemed a long time to her) and had lived together for six months before taking the vows, she still retained her youthful enthusiasm for physical contact with her attractive mate.
"That's the best greeting in the world," he told her as they broke the kiss.
"How was the office? Tiring?"
"No, it was very pleasant this afternoon," he said. "I feel really good."
"Yes, so I notice," Marcia purred, rubbing her pubic mound against the swelling, manly bulge her kisses had produced in the front of his trousers.
"Ah, the unquenchable one!" Tim cried, smiling with delight at his wife's bold sensuality. "Do you think we have time for a quickie before we have to leave? I thought I detected a hint of passion in your posture, my love!"
"Darling, it was more than a hint, I hope," she cried out, turning to lead him to their bedroom. "Honest, I've been so horny all day that you'd think ... I don't know what."
"Mmmmm, sounds bad," Tim mused as he threw off his jacket and began unknotting his tie. "How did you ever get into a situation like that, I wonder?"
"Oh, that quickie we had at the breakfast table wasn't nearly enough," Marcia said, frowning as she remembered how she had sat on his lap after their morning meal, raised her nightgown and let him slide his ever-stiff penis into the sweating, lust-greased mouth of her mature, womanly cunt. She had gained a short but very sharp climax from their brief encounter but the flashing sensation had not stilled the storms brewing in her loins.
"If I'd known you were such an insatiable wench when I married you..." Tim began, but his voice trailed off in mid-sentence when he saw his wife peeling down the tight trousers she wore.
As usual, Marcia had omitted panties; thus her nakedness loomed out prominently as she sat down to tug the tight material over her feet. Tim's eyes lit up hungrily when he glimpsed the dark triangle of fur nestled at the tops of her thighs, and he paused with his shirt half-unbuttoned.
"What would you have done if you'd known?" she asked, lying back on the bed so that he could see the warm, sensual valley between her lovely, slender thighs.
"I guess I'd have wished for two pricks!" he said, laughing at the absurdity of the idea.
"What a fuck that would be!" Marcia chortled, flexing her knees and simulating her favorite hip-grind, the one that never failed to bring Tim's cock to a shuddering, frothing climax. "I think it would be just unutterably groovy to get it twice from you. Oh Tim, darling, if I could only suck your cock at the same time you were thrusting it home! Or maybe if the second one were smaller, you could get it in my ass! Mmmmm, that would be a killer!"
"You need two or three men," Tim grunted as he threw his shirt away and began tugging at his skin-tight briefs, his last garment. His thick, long phallus, already iron-hard and full grown, bent down under the pressure of the tight underwear, then sprang back up and flopped against his lean belly with a loud "Thwackk!"
"No, I just need more of you," Marcia murmured, continuing her lewd hip-motions. "And I'm going to get it too!"
"Tell me about it," he urged, stretching out beside her and placing his right hand over her heaving love-mound. "How you got yourself hot and how you managed to get by."
"Darling man, you love to hear me talk about it, don't you? All right, let's see ... mmm, well, you left as soon as we'd finished that quickie, remember? So I cleaned up my thighs, wiped the come off, and then I sat down on a dining chair with my hand mirror propped up in front, so I could see the rest of your lovely spunk roll out of my pussy-I wanted to swab it all up, you see. Of course, seeing my cunt, with it freshly fucked and all, and then seeing that wonderful spunk roll out, I got to thinking about making it with you and that got me all hot again, and ... well, I was just turned on, that's all. Plus that dream I had just before the alarm went off-Tim, it was marvelous!"
"Dream?" he murmured, dipping a finger into the meaty furrow running down between her thighs. "You didn't say anything about a dream.
Tell me about it."
"Oh, I dreamed we were back dating, before we were married," she whispered softly, writhing her loins against his finger and rubbing her distended clitoris gently against the meat of his palm. "We hadn't even started sleeping together; in fact, you were just making me. Funny thing about it, you were eating my pussy-I mean, you were driving me right out of my tree! Oh darling, I love it so when you suck the lips up into your mouth really strong, and then drive your tongue deep! That's what you were doing to me this morning, and then you climbed up over my body. I got your cock, that beautiful hunk of stiff meat, and I was just getting ready to place it in my cunt's mouth when..."
"Yes?" he prompted, lowering his hand and plumbing the inner tunnel of her cunt with two fingers. "Then what happened?"
"The damned alarm went off!" she snapped. "Oh darling, I could feel that prick going in me; I nearly made you do it to me before breakfast! That's how bad I wanted it."
"Poor darling," Tim commiserated, adding a third finger to the pair he already had buried knuckle-deep in her lusty cunt. "No wonder you were so eager to finish breakfast! If only we could have had time to take a really good screw!"
"Oh, I wished for it after you'd left," Marcia moaned, taking his sturdy cock into the fingers of her left hand and stroking it gently, as if she were caressing it with her inimitable cunt. "Hey, are you ... you are!"
"I can't help it," Tim said as he removed his love-dewed fingers and scooted lower on the bed until he was sitting on the floor, positioned between her widespread thighs. "You feel so slick and hot, and the smell, it's just too overpowering! Darling woman, I'm going to have to have myself just a little bite of this pussy."
"Ah, go ahead, you cunt-muncher," she said, pleased that he wanted to give her this most intimate caress. "I warn you, though, I didn't douche or wash this morning; all that semen has been boiling all day in an overheated cunt! It'll be rotten-ripe, but I'll love you for doing it to me-and I'll probably cream right in your face too!"
"All the better," he sighed, moving his face closer to the fragrant furrow she held out to him. "You know I like a heated pussy anyway, and sometimes-like today-the idea of sucking one that's rotten with leftover come is more exciting than anything I can imagine. Why don't you tell me what you did when you discovered this great unsatisfied longing? That'll make it all the sexier while I'm doing this!"
"Yes, I'll tell you all about it," she said vehemently, raising herself up on her elbows so that she could watch his face nestle up to her whiskered love-socket. "I'm just getting awful and it's all your fault, you lecherous devil! If you hadn't showed me how to do it to myself, I guess I'd have forgotten it and gone on about my housework. But anyway-as I said, I was sitting there and watching your come drip out of me. It got sexier and sexier so I went to the bureau and got out that stack of pictures, you know, the ones that show those people doing all those groovy things, and I spread them all out on the floor around the bed. Then I plopped out on the bed-God yes, chew on the lips; that's wonderful! I love it when you do my clitty with your tongue like that!-and I reached down with both hands and got my index fingers into the mouth of my cunt. That way, I could clutch my clitty between my thumbs and finger my cunt at the same time, and then I ground my breasts into the bed; I like to rub my nipples up against something firm when I get hot (that's why I love to make love face to face, you know); and then I just started massaging my cunt. You know, pulling the rim out rhythmically with both fingers and rubbing my job-buzzer at the same time; that was me! I couldn't help what my hips were doing-they just started to fuck all by themselves. Then, my darling lover man, I fucked my fingers until my cunt was just numb! I guess I must have came, oh, five or six times in the space of about fifteen minutes! And, oh Tim! bear down, I feel it, I feel it starting, ooohh! ugghh! aiiieee! Deeper, deeper, tongue it out! Ahhh!"
Tim listened to his wife's lewd soliloquy as he tasted of her fallow cunt, ran his tongue gently over the slick, hot lips of her pussy, dipped down into the juicy slit, and then flicked easily over the swollen, love-stiff clitoris. He pressed his mouth harder against the rank, lust-smelling meat and sucked in a great mouthful of pussy flesh, nipping it with his teeth and crushing the tender, puffy lips with his tongue, bringing her acutely tuned senses lo a roaring peak. Enlivened and stirred by her tale of solitary sex, he tongued her viciously, pressing his upper lip down and hard on the knob of her clitoris and driving his tongue far into the inner recesses of her vagina. He felt his reward quickly: Marcia's voice took on a sudden urgency as she told her story and her hips ground against his face, working her throbbing sex steadily into his mouth with a savage intensity. Tim clearly felt the twitching of her cunt as her orgasm welled up from her womb. The taut, muscular opening clutched furiously at his tongue and a new wave of lusty feminine oils deluged his tongue and lips as she shot her cream against him.
"Ooohh, what a wonderful beginning," she whispered presently. "I don't know of any better way to warm up for a good solid sexual bout than a dish of French pudding. It wouldn't be half so good, I know, if you didn't suck me with such absolute perfection, darling-but you do, and I love it so! But now it's time for more solid food, and you've got it, you've got exactly what my poor, hungry cunt has been dying for, all this day! Yes, yes, darling, lie over me and let me guide that great tool home!"
Marcia snuggled up to her husband as he lay over her eager body, reaching down between her legs with both hands. She grasped the great, hot shaft of his prick with the fingers of her right hand and pulled the loose outer skin back taut, then directed the purple, plum-shaped knob into her waiting sex. Once the connection was made to her satisfaction, she wrapped her arms around his broad back, raised her thighs until they grasped his flanks, and locked her heels together just over his poised buttocks.
"Now, darling stud," she panted, grinding her love-hardened nipples into his smooth, hairless chest with sensual glee. "Now give me the meat! I love it when it goes in, when it spreads my pussy out wide and then stretches the mouth of my ... aagghh! Yes, like that!"
Marcia's cry choked off her words when she felt the broad, mushroom-shaped head of his prick bore to the very mouth of her greasy vagina, spread the muscular opening wide, and then pop into the inner tunnel of love. On and on he drove that immense tool, seeking to bury it to the hilt before drawing back. Alas, the great shaft absorbed the lubricating oils her body had generated and he drew up short, unable to proceed further for the moment. Marcia wiggled her rump tentatively, glorying in the erotic sensations his meaty presence gave off. She worked her loins around in a corkscrew pattern, using her intimate grip to caress his hot tool in a way that would drive any man mad with lust.
Marcia's long deprivation of the instrument of love, together with Tim's expert stimulation of her body, had put her in a perfect frenzy of passion even before feeling his tool plow its way into her tenderest part; that added sensation was just enough to send her womb whirling off in a mad dance of lustful fulfillment. Marcia screamed out her joy and whipped her teeming loins back and forth, seeking to increase the pounding waves of sensuality gushing out of her throbbing vagina.
Tim held his orgasm back, wanting to wait until their furious writhing had stretched his tensions even tighter. He managed to give Marcia full measure of his love, however, and he continued whipping his rigid prick in and out of her frothing cunt. Each stroke brought a gasp, sob, or moan from her rounded lips; the sounds of orgiastic satisfaction only made him pound all the harder.
On and on he drove, probing deeper into the steaming volcano poised at the base of Marcia's taut belly. Her orgasm tapered off into soft pulses of sensuality, only to explode again into the furious throbs of climax. Still he fucked on. Marcia realized that her body was tuned exactly right for these exercises and she saw that she would continue to churn her way from orgasm to orgasm. Finally her husband drew his cock nearly out of her body and then drove it home with one last brutal plunge, sinking it deep to allow his gushing oils of love to shoot deep into her tortured womb.
"I'm going to come forever," she panted into his ear, "I'll die with love!"
"I'll kill you with prick," Tim grunted in reply, his hips working overtime. "I'll fuck you within an inch of your life! Oh Marcia, your cunt's so hot, it's boiling my prick!"
"Come, darling, come big and let me come too," she groaned, planting her feet solidly on the bed and throwing her cunt at him with wild, lewd abandon. "Just keep feeding me that lovely, endless cock! God, I love to feel your balls against my ass!"
Marcia's teeming cunt had been generating the oils of love for twelve hours, some of it at a prodigious rate-with the result that the friction of Tim's thrusting phallus generated sloshing, slurping sounds. They both heard the squishy sound, the unmistakable sound of passionate lovemaking, and found it heady music. Tim felt his loins tighten, squeeze and begin to twitch. Recognizing the clear signs of completion, he gathered himself for one last thrust. Raising his hips, he withdrew his cock until only the very head remained encased in Marcia's liquid, heated grasp. She, knowing what was about to happen, swung her knees high along his sides until they fitted snugly in against his armpits.
"Now give it to me," she whispered in ecstatic anticipation, "drive it home-right into my womb!"
"I'm coming," he gasped, and then fell upon her, sheathing every inch of his long tool in her sensual scabbard.
Marcia's changed position cocked her sex at just the right angle for maximum penetration, so Tim's hearty assault ended with his prick's head solidly encased in the mouth of Marcia's super-sensitive womb. His thick, bushy pubic fur crushed her puffy, fat pussy lips, scratching them into further throes of delight; she crushed her aching clitoris against the base of his belly so that even the slightest movement of her rump sent utterly ravishing sparks of pure sexual pleasure shooting out from that tiny, nerve-filled cone of femininity.
His heavy, spunk-laden balls pressed heavily against the tender opening of her anus. That organ picked up every jerk of those heavy eggs as they emptied themselves, as they sent heavy jets of smoking hot sperm coursing up into her heaving womb.
Marcia cried aloud when she felt the scalding cream shoot into her body as the heavy prick throbbed out its message of lustful completion, drenching her pussy with masculine fluids. Shuddering and writhing as the violent shock of a super-climax convulsed her body, she heaved up with her chest and tried to drill twin holes into Tim's body with her nipples. Gradually their tremors died down as the violent shock of a super-climax convulsed her body, she heaved up with her chest and tried to drill twin holes into Tim's body with her nipples. Gradually their tremors died down as the peak of pleasure tapered off; gently, she let her trembling thighs slide down her husband's limp body.
"Ahh, that was just too much," she purred as he collapsed upon her soft flesh. "Darling, I felt every bit of your come; I thought it would never stop. Oh how you must have wanted me, to have come so much, to have fucked me so perfectly! And now I can feel your sweet cock wilting inside me; to think that I could wear it down with my cunt! When I felt it go in, it seemed as if it would stay hard forever!"
"How many times did you come?" he asked, his voice weak and faint with exhaustion.
"Four, I think," she replied, "maybe five times. I couldn't keep count; they were too good to bother counting. Then I wasn't sure about one or two-I couldn't tell if I stopped coming in between or if it was all just one long come. But that last one, it was just breathtaking! I could have sworn my cock was just going to fall off and float away!"
"What time is it? Can you see the clock?"
Marcia stretched and peeked; she barely managed a look at the bedside clock.
"It's time we were bathing and getting ready," she said. "I guess you'll have to get off, though I'd love nothing better than to stay just like this all night long!"
"Wouldn't I get heavy?" he asked.
"Sure, but it's a weight I love to have on me," she said with a sly giggle. "And besides, knowing you, it wouldn't be too long before that thing got hard again-and then wouldn't we have fun!"
Both of them had discovered, about a year after their marriage, that their sex was strikingly better when they stayed coupled between bouts; it seemed that having his prick already inserted and bathed in a pool of warm semen heightened their sensitivity to an almost unbearable point.
Unfortunately for their pleasure, they faced a dinner out. Had it been an ordinary invitation, Marcia might well have reached out to the bedside phone and begged off; she had done this several times before when she felt her need for Tim's prick was greater than her desire for a friendly dinner out. This occasion was different; they were dining with Ernie Mallory himself and Ernie just happened to be President, Board Chairman, and all-around chief of Mallory and Associates, the advertising firm that employed Tim.
"If it were anyone else," Tim muttered wearily, "I'd say call it off. But everybody says that if we hit it big with the Mallory's I'm a cinch to move up to account executive. And that'll mean an extra five thousand a year at least. Yep, I guess we'd better jump into that shower."
He lifted himself off his wife's prostrate body and sat up in bed. His penis, now only half-stiff and dripping with sex fluids, dangled down onto the bedspread. Marcia reached down to clamp the lips of her pussy tight, preventing the great flood of semen from gushing out onto the bed. She followed Tim into the bathroom and hopped up onto the washstand.
"Turn on the warm water, will you?" she asked releasing the grip on her sex and allowing the milky sperm to flow freely into the basin. "Was this how that girl did it, that time in Chicago you were telling me about? I think it's a ,groovy way to wash, if you have to wash after sex."
"Yeah, she just ran the basin about half-full and then scooped the water up into her cunt," Tim said, laughing as he remembered the scene.
It had been on a college weekend in the big city, Tom, a callow sophomore, had availed himself of one of the hotel's call girls, a comely lass of angelic face and the earthiest disposition. After treating him to a rousing session of sex, she had walked into the bathroom, hopped up onto the washbasin, and sponged herself out with her fingers. Marcia now did the same, shivering slightly as her fingers dug into her gaping cunt and touched off new twinges of delightful feeling. She looked down at herself, taking pleasure in her pink, soft sex-meat and sighing happily as the ropy strands of semen ran down over her prying fingers.
"You really like to watch the come drip out, don't you?" Tim asked, shaking his head in wonder. "You know, I think it's catching-I never used to think much about it, but now the sight stirs me up too!"
"Down boy," she cautioned, noting the way his prick started to twitch back to the horizontal. "We're going to have to rush through our shower if we're going to be at the Mallorys on time."
"I was wondering if you'd want to bathe together," he answered, reaching into the shower and turning on the water.
"It's the only way to do it," she cried, hopping down off the wash stand and joining him in the shower.
They soaped and scrubbed each other vigorously, of course they took time enough to work loads of rich later into each other's sex. Marcia fought off the sudden impulse to allow Tim to finger-fuck her into another spasm of ecstasy as his hands worked away at her meaty sex; he seemed to debate the merits of urging her to take his rigid prick and stroke it into submission, but then he threw off the temptation.
"We'd better hurry," he said with a regretful smile. "But we'll take this matter up later tonight."
They quickly dried themselves and dressed, then set off for the fifteen-minute drive out to the Mallorys' palatial residence.
II
"Marcia, you ... er, mustn't be put out by anything the Mallorys might say tonight," Tim warned her as they pulled away from their apartment house.
"What? Are they noted for their insults?" she asked.
"No, nothing like that," he assured her. "It's just that ... well, Ernie sometimes talks very frankly and I gather, from some conversations I've heard at the office, that Tina's just like him."
"Frankly? I don't understand," Marcia said, wrinkling her brow. "What do you mean?"
"Well, they talk openly about some pretty intimate things," Tim explained. "I mean, especially about sex. I'm sure they don't mean anything by it, but I thought you might ought to know before we get there."
"Tim darling, do you really think I'm--likely to hear anything that will shock or offend me?" Marcia laughed at the idea. "I mean, you've taught me just about everything there is to know, haven't you?"
"I've tried, I suppose," he admitted. "And I must say you've got a good command of the essentials. I just thought you ought to know."
"Are we to be the only guests? I've been forgetting to ask."
"Yes, and I've been forgetting to tell you," Tim said. "Ricky Moore's coming; maybe you've heard me talk about him. He's a space salesman for one of the TV stations; real nice fellow. A bachelor, so I suppose he'll have a girl friend along. He's a real swinger, the perfect man-about-town."
"Sounds interesting," Marcia said. "I don't guess I've ever met one of those characters."
"Ricky's just about as smooth as they come," Tim told her as he pulled into the driveway leading up the Mallory house. "He looks and sounds superficial but occasionally he says something quite profound."
They parked and walked up to the colonial-styled entryway. Ernie himself met them at the door. He looked to be about forty-five, greying at the temples in a graceful, distinguished way, and tailored in the latest style. He looked Marcia over carefully as he ushered them into the big house.
"Marcia, my dear, you're everything I've heard," he said, leading them into a cavernous living room. "But I'd like you to meet my wife; she's a match for you if I do say it."
Tina Mallory could have been anywhere between thirty and forty-five; Ernie's bustling agency earned plenty of profits and she could easily have availed herself of the latest cosmetics, girdles, masseurs, and other youth-maintaining devices. She wore a simple but elegant black dress, cut very low so that her gently swelling breasts rose up like scoops of womanly ice cream.
"How are you," she greeted them. "I'm so glad to meet you. My, Tim, you did pick yourself a woman!"
Tim blushed at the sultry, suggestive way she praised Marcia; the object of this appraisal basked in the frankly admiring glances Tina and Ernie lavished upon her.
"You have a well-cared-for look about you," Tina continued, "and with a brute like Tim for a husband, I shouldn't wonder!"
"I take it Ricky hasn't arrived yet," Tim said, gently trying to shift the conversation into a less personal channel.
"No, he called up to say that he'd be a little late," Ernie said. "He was calling from his girl friend's apartment, so we had to draw our own conclusions as to why he would be late."
"Ah, that Ricky," Tina murmured, rolling her eyes in mock despair. "I pity that poor girl; if she isn't awfully good in bed, he'll just exhaust her."
Marcia gasped at the open way her hostess discussed the sexual life of her guests; Tina went on as though nothing were wrong.
"I've known Ricky for two or three years," she said, "and he's always got some cute thing dangling around his neck."
The chime of the doorbell signalled the arrival of the other guests. Ernie brought them back into the living room. Ricky's date proved to be a stunning platinum blonde with an absolutely voluptuous figure. Marcia silently estimated the girl's bust as at least a thirty-eight with a C, perhaps a D, sized cup. The girl's ultra-short mini-dress ended midway down her long, slenderly tapering thighs. Ernie ogled the girl openly and lasciviously.
"Tina, you remember Ricky," he said, "and this is Sonja Nix."
"My, my," Tina marveled, "I can see why you were calling up to say you'd be late, Ricky! I'm honored that you'd get out of bed just to come over here for dinner."
"Tina, I wouldn't miss one of your dinners for anything," Ricky said, not a bit put off by her openness. "But if I were going to miss one, I think Sonja would be the best reason possible."
Sonja never batted an eyelash as this talk flew about her head; she accepted their discussion of her sexual life with the utmost freedom.
"And you must be Marcia Bleyer," Sonja said, going over to Marcia. "Tina's just awful, the way she shatters a girl's reputation. But I never listen!"
"My dear, your reputation was ruined when you first dated Ricky," Ernie laughed. "Here, let me pour you a drink."
He served a round of stiff martinis while Tina passed a tray of smoked oysters, remarking on the marvelous effects the food had upon men's sexual powers.
"These will put iron in any men's, er, constitution," she said with a leer, "though I doubt that either of you stallions would need them. And I know that Ernie can still rise to the occasion! But eat up anyway, they're good."
Marcia longed to get Sonja aside for a long and intimate discussion of Tina's conversational habits but the opportunity simply did not exist. They looked at each other with questions in their eyes but shrugged and turned to join the men in their conversation.
"What do you think of the new secretary in the copy department?" Ernie was asking Tim.
"You mean Ellie? The Oriental girl?" Tim replied, bringing a nod from Ernie. "She seems capable enough, I suppose. She can certainly turn out the copy, I know that."
"No, no," Ernie chided him, "I mean how would she be in bed? Do you think she's hip to the sex game? How much trouble would it be to get her into the sack? That's what I mean, dear boy!"
Tim looked nervously at Marcia and told Ernie that he had no idea of what Elbe's capabilities in those directions might be.
"Come on, Ernie," Tina said with a hearty guffaw, "Tim doesn't have the interest to answer questions like that. I'll bet Marcia milks him down every morning before he leaves for the office!"
In spite of herself, Marcia blushed; Tina did not miss the telltale reaction and interpreted it correctly.
"Don't worry, Marcia," she murmured in a comforting tone, "I agree wholeheartedly with you: a nice length of hard meat goes very well after breakfast. In fact, I still have myself a serving every now and then."
Ernie laughed meaningfully, leaving no doubt as to just where Tina found her morning supply of "hard meat." Marcia decided that he was working very hard at letting everyone know that, despite his forty-five years, he was still very capable of arousing and satisfying a woman's lewdest, most abandoned demands.
"Darlings, I think our dinner must be about ready," Tina announced, moving toward another door. "I'll admit that it won't be as tasty or exciting as some other dishes I can think of, but perhaps we might have a sampling of those for dessert. Shall we dine?"
Tina had provided a lavish meal. The maid served them trout almondine, followed by a roast that matched anything Tim or Marcia had ever seen. Ernie uncorked a new wine for every course; each new bottle lifted Marcia's spirits higher until she felt herself floating on a cloud of happy well-being.
"Shall we have coffee in the downstairs party room?" Tina suggested as she rose. "I have a cake down there in case anyone is interested in dessert."
No one accepted her offer of cake but they all sat back with tiny demitasse cups of thick, black coffee. Ernie sat in a huge overstuffed armchair; Tina curled herself up at a footstool beside him. He reached into a cabinet nearby and brought out a small control panel which was attached to a cord leading into the cabinet.
"Now for the entertainment," Tina said, giggling happily. "I trust you'll not be bored."
Ernie flicked a couple of the switches on the panel; a screen unrolled from the ceiling opposite where the group sat and a portion of the wall over the sofa slid back, revealing an expensive movie projector. Another flick on Ernie's control panel and the lights went off.
"Home movies?" Tim wondered aloud, thinking to himself that Ernie Mallory was more sophisticated than to bore his guests with his movies depicting the trip he and Tina had taken last vacation.
"Movies, my dear," Tina told him. "The kind to be shown in the home, but definitely not made at home! I think you'll like this one."
Marcia and Tim were sitting on the long sofa; she was next to Sonja, and Ricky was on the outside. Sonja leaned over to whisper to Marcia.
"Skin flicks are usually rather boring," she hissed into Marcia's ear, "but don't worry: Tina and Ernie pick films far above that category. Some of the best movies I ever saw were shown right here in this room!"
Marcia sat up with interest, wondering just what she was about to see. The screen shone a brilliant red from edge to edge, nothing more. But then the camera moved back and they could see that it had been poised directly over a scarlet carpet. Suddenly two figures appeared upon the screen, a man and a woman. The man was jet black, well built and quite naked. His companion, equally well built in a thoroughly feminine way, had a creamy white complexion and blonde hair that fell far down her back.
"Man, what boobs!" Ricky breathed in an admiring tone.
Tim saw that he spoke the truth. The blonde's breasts, large and full, jutted out from her chest like proud mountains. Dainty pink nipples rested at the very peak of those mounds. Marcia ogled the beauty; she had never before seen so beautiful a woman naked. Something about the blonde struck her as definitely strange and out of place. She studied the luscious girl's image for a moment, then it struck her: the girl had completely shaved her sex! Not even a trace of a stubble covered the swelling mound that dipped down between her full thighs. The full scarlet slit of her pussy lay open to full view. The camera zoomed in closer, centering on that lovely cleft, and they could now see that the oval-shaped outer lips were slightly parted. A pertly shaped set of inner flaps, colored a bit higher, hung out of that larger fold; they glistened as if they were already wet.
But now the camera zoomed back to take in both figures. Marcia could now see the black man face-on; she gasped in awe when her eyes took in the massive length of his cock. She had always heard, of course, that Negroes were better endowed in the sexual area than any other race; now it seemed that the old myths were being proved true.
"Now there is a cock," she heard Sonja whisper to Ricky, "even if it's not hard yet!"
The man's tool drooped down in a turgid arc; it was in that half-world of being more hard than soft but not yet fully erect. The blonde walked around the man, snuggling up to him from the rear and resting her face on his shoulder. She reached around his flanks with both hands, her white skin contrasting sharply with his dark skin, and began fondling that great length of maleness. She took it in her fingers and began tugging gently at the skin covering its bulbous head, exposing the naked knob bit by bit. Her fingers, together with the action of her lips upon the man's neck, quickly brought him to life and his prick soared out to a frightening length.
"If that isn't twelve inches of cock I never saw it," Ricky muttered.
"And look how big around it is!" Sonja added. "Why, she can't even get her hands around it!"
True enough. The camera shifted angles, artfully catching the woman's futile attempt to encircle that massive shaft with the fingers of one hand. Marcia visually compared the diameter of the man's prick with the woman's wrist; they looked almost exactly the same size. She wondered how a woman could possibly manage to make love to a man with so prodigious a tool. She herself dearly loved Tim to ram his lance deep but his prick was at least three inches shorter and considerably thinner than that terrible pussy-stretcher.
Marcia felt Tim reach over, take her left hand and place it upon his fly, directly over the thick, stiff bulge his aroused cock made. She tried to pull back but he motioned across the room to the corner occupied by Ernie and Tina: she saw that Tina had actually opened her husband's trousers and taken his cock into her mouth! Beside her, Sonja was stretching out her legs to allow the impetuous Ricky an opportunity to slip a hand under her scant dress, nor did he neglect the chance. Mentally shrugging, Marcia closed her fingers over the warm, comforting lump and squeezed it.
The figures upon the screen had now changed positions; the man moved behind the girl and began caressing her soft, white flesh. His dark hands skipped over her body, first cupping her great round breasts and then dipping down to stroke her thighs. The camera caught every nuance of their lovemaking, zooming in to record in brilliant detail the way his black fingers touched and then parted the outer lips of her shaven pussy. The girl's passionate state was clearly suggested by the livid, juicy flesh his fingers had uncovered, as well as by the taut cone of flesh lying at the upper cleft of that inner fold of womanly meat. A finger reached out to flick the clitoris gently; then it slipped down to probe the jagged, moon-shaped opening leading up into her body.
The lascivious couple now parted. The blonde moved over onto the red carpet and lay down, stretching out on her back. She adjusted her long hair so that it spread out around her like a halo. Then she spread her arms out wide and stretched her feet apart until she began to resemble a star; the camera switched to a position directly overhead, so that they were looking down at her naked body. The man took his place, lying at her feet but with his head poised just over the apex of the vee formed by her parted legs. He wrapped his own arms around her thighs, providing the viewers with a highly effective impression of red, white and black entwined in an unusual manner.
Marcia hardly realized that she had opened Tim's trousers and slipped her hand inside, bringing her fingers directly into contact with the naked flesh of his cock. She sneaked a look around, fearing that she might be overdoing it, but found reassurance in the view. Tina still held her post, head poised over Ernie's bared prick (which glinted white in the semi-darkness); Sonja's dress had slipped far up around her waist and it appeared that Ricky had managed to push the crotch of her black panties aside so as to introduce a finger or two into her glistening slit. Did Sonja have Ricky's prick out of his trousers? Marcia thought so, but could not tell for sure without bending at an impossibly awkward angle-certainly they were deep in the grip of their passions, no matter what she was doing to him.
By now, the blonde had been stirred by the black man's kisses and she had lifted her feet high enough to rest them upon his broad, muscular shoulders. They could see her twisting and grinding her lovely rump against the insistent pressure of his lips; they could all imagine what the man's lips and tongue were doing to her. The blonde suddenly stiffened her entire body, coiling herself up into a tight knot and then springing out with a series of frantic thrusts as orgiastic tremors convulsed her body.
Now the actors shifted positions. The man lay on his back, arms and legs wide spread; the blonde lay over him-except that she positioned her rump just over his face and brought her own mouth down over the blooming, hard rod springing out of his loins. Again the man tortured her with his mouth; she reciprocated by sucking him vigorously, though it appeared that he did not secure the final delight.
Marcia felt Sonja's hips writhe on the sofa, not a foot from her own and she deduced that the girl was screwing herself against Ricky's prying fingers. Across the room, Tina's head was vigorously bobbing up and down in Ernie's lap. Everyone seemed to be trying to reach the same kind of pleasure that the actors on the screen were enjoying. Marcia yielded to Tim's insistent nudges and extracted his prick from the constricting trousers so that she could caress its rigid surface more easily. At the same time, she twisted about just enough to allow him to slide a hand down her back and between the cheeks of her ass; the hand slid inside her panties and continued boring away until she felt his fingers dip into the livid, liquid mouth of her cunt.
The actors now shifted into the final phase of their lovemaking.
Again the blonde beauty fell over onto her back. This time, she pulled the black man onto her hungry body. The camera shifted positions, moving down to floor level just at their feet. Marcia and the others saw the man poised above her, ready to strike a deadly blow with his enormous bludgeon. The blonde reached down, parted the livid lips of her sex with one hand and took the great shaft in the other. Pearly white fingers gently guided the ebony staff into place, lodging the great plum-like knob in the very center of her pink inner flesh. Then her hands circled around his body, cupping his dusky buttocks in and pulling him down. The man drove down until his balls and then his rump obscured the view of her cunt being riven, split, and sundered by that awful prod.
Marcia shuddered delicately as she tried to imagine the sensations the blonde must be feeling as her body was bored out by that fleshy auger; surely the immense size of the tool would give more pain than pleasure, though the unrestrained way the blonde threw her hips about raised doubts in Marcia's mind. Then the camera moved again, catching a face-on view of the blonde: the savage joy written on that lovely face dispelled any doubts the watchers may have had about her reactions. The woman was rising to the very heights of sexual pleasure, propelled upward by the heaving thrusts of her dark lover. Her mouth formed a silent "oohh!" and her eyes closed in sweet rapture as his prick roared in and out of her body, titillating her flesh in the most primitive fashion. On and on they struggled, tormenting their bodies and senses until it seemed they must surely dissolve into atoms of supercharged pleasure.
But at the very end the man heaved once more and then pinned the blonde's wiggling rump to the carpet, nailing her down with a final stroke of his meaty hammer. She clutched his buttocks feverishly, keeping tempo with the pulsing jerks of the long, thick tube he held deep inside her womb. Marcia felt her own pussy throb in sympathy-her position brought her nylon panties into tight contact with the lips of her pussy and her aching clitoris had swollen enough that it actually peeped out of its fleshy lair and rubbed against the nylon. She squeezed down on Tim's rock-like prick, pulling the skin back tight and almost causing him to shoot his cream high into the air.
The movie came to an end; the last scene-the man and woman lay in a panting, close embrace-faded into a multi-colored blur and Ernie turned off the projector. He also switched on the room lights from his master-control panel, displaying three couples in various stages of sexual play.
He himself, for example, sat with his wife between his legs, her mouth still lovingly fastened on his manly stem. Tina slowly lifted her head, licked her lips, and blinked in the bright light. Ernie casually replaced his stiff prick, unconcerned at the exposure.
Sonja sighed contentedly and rearranged her legs as Ricky removed his hand from between them; Marcia noticed that his fingers were dripping the effervescent oils of her sensual pleasure. Sonja's face was flushed and her breathing was fast, but she had a happy, contented look on her face. Evidently Ricky's fingers had brought her ample pleasure. Marcia blushed and sat up when the lights came on; she attempted to stuff Tim's prick back in his trousers but it was too hard to be malleable. Tim had to stand up to replace the lovely woman-pleaser. He seemed put out by the suddenness with which Ernie had turned on the lights, but he felt unable to complain since Ernie was both host and boss. Marcia pulled her dress down and tried to regain her composure as she wondered what would happen next.
III
Very little happened next, to Marcia's surprise. She had a strong feeling that Tina and Ernie were awaiting some kind of signal, perhaps from her, before continuing with whatever they had planned for the evening, but no one gave the signal. Marcia cuddled closer to Tim, warmed with a desire that he had not begun to satisfy, and sat back to see what Ernie would suggest.
"I'm sorry, Marcia," Tina told her, "I hadn't expected to get carried away like that. But seeing that girl in action, it just seemed to take me by storm and I ... I couldn't resist this brute of mine!"
"I understand," Marcia told her hostess. "I felt the same way myself."
They chatted for a few minutes longer and Ricky broke the ice by standing and announcing that it was time he was tucking Sonja in for her beauty rest. There was little doubt that he intended to be right beside her and that she would get precious little rest for a long time that night. Marcia nudged Tim and he announced that they too should be on their way, since he had to get to the office early the next day. Ernie and Tina accepted their departure gracefully.
"How did you like your first blue movie?" Tim asked as they pulled away. "You seemed to respond to it well enough!"
Marcia said nothing, allowing her hand to answer for her as she reached over to unzip the front of her husband's trousers. Securing the length of half-stiff prick in her fingers, she pulled it out into the open and began stroking it gently, pulling the loose skin back and forth over the soft, velvety head. Tim eased himself around in the seat to facilitate her hand's action, and dropped his right hand onto the front of her dress, cupping one of her tingling breasts firmly.
"So it made you want to do that, did it? I'm glad; perhaps I should have a library of my own films, just for you!"
"No need for that. I can get interested without the help of a movie," Marcia whispered, easing a shoulder forward and pulling her dress down.
She also pulled her bra strap down, allowing her full, warm breast to pop into Tim's waiting hand.
"It made me want to do more than just hold you in my hand," she breathed fervently, her eyes fastened on the length of throbbing masculine rod which she could see dimly. "I really wanted to do what Tina was doing, but I was too shy to do it before all those people!"
"You can do it now," Tim pointed out.
His words were superfluous, however, since Marcia's head was already moving down between his chest and the steering wheel. Her fingers guided the meaty staff into a vertical position, ready to be encircled by her hot, wet lips. She trembled heavily when she felt the warm tip of his prick slide against her lips and part them. Tim had already dribbled out a bit of that thin, watery stuff he so often leaked when Marcia pushed him to the breaking point; she lapped eagerly at this nourishing gruel and pressed her tongue fervently against the hot shaft of his prick.
Tim groaned heavily, easing himself forward and thrusting his hips upward lazily. He gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, focusing his passion-glazed eyes upon the road ahead and remaining totally conscious of Marcia's lascivious lips. His foot eased off the accelerator until the car slowed almost to a crawl, though he noticed nothing of this. Suddenly he twisted his head sharply, lifted his rump off the car seat and cried out.
"Ahhh! Do it to me, suck me down," he panted hoarsely, urging her on heatedly. "There! There it is, all for you and right in your lovely mouth, you cock-eating prick lover!"
Marcia thrilled to feel his heavy, distended prick swell and pump out its message of liquid love, filling her mouth with the bittersweet brew which she had grown to love. Sucking and bobbing her head sensually, she extracted the last drop of his come and swallowed it heartily, eager to take his full discharge in her throat. Her pussy throbbed and ached, crying out for relief, but she knew that her turn would have to wait until they were inside their apartment and on their big bed.
"God, you suck like an angel," Tim whispered heavily after recovering his senses. "Just wait till I get you home!"
True to his word, he raced her up the stairs to their second-floor apartment and made a straight line for the bedroom as soon as he had locked the front door behind them. He was not quick enough to beat Marcia, however, who had merely pulled her coat over her disheveled state of half-undress and dashed inside. By the time he had flung his trousers aside, she was already lying on her back, her hips propped up by a big pillow, and was prying the fevered lips of her pussy apart.
"Don't stop to kiss it tonight," she panted. "Just get on me and drive that dick home! I want to feel all of you inside me on the very first stroke!"
Tim was not a man to turn down an invitation like that and quickly complied. Marcia let out a long, delicious sounding moan of joy as she felt his heavy prick, again stiff and hard with lust, part the lips of her pussy and spread the mouth of her cunt wide, pressing it into a circle and then invading the oval it created. In, in and still further in he drove his lengthy tool, splitting the walls of her cunt apart and sending her passions soaring on a cloud of lust, until the last millimeter of hard prick slid home and the hard, bony mass of his pubis brutally thudded against the swollen lips of her pussy, crushing them flat. Marcia screamed her joy at the sudden, filling thrust and gathered him close with her arms and legs, clutching him tightly and frantically rubbing her body against his.
"Do it, do it to me," she hissed into his ear. "I'm so close, I can feel it boiling up inside me. Just keep driving it in and I'll be there, darling!"
Tim needed no encouragement. Fired by his wife's flame-hot passion, as well as by the evening with Tina and Ernie, he whipped his meaty piston in and out of her fleshy chamber with a steady beat, one that soon had her sobbing in ecstasy. Marcia had a little trick, or habit, of lifting her legs high around his body when she felt her loins about to explode, so as to lift her throbbing sex even higher and allow her to rub the aching, tender flesh against the wiry fur surrounding the base of his prick. She assumed this position now, a sure sign that her orgasm would be upon her within a minute or two. Encouraged by this sign, Tim began humping even more furiously, determined to make her joy stronger than ever.
"Agghh!" she cried, rolling her head to and fro as the waves of sensual pleasure rocked her entire body with their irresistible force. "More. Deeper! I'm dying with come, I'm coming all over myself; your cock is driving me mad with love!"
Tim and Marcia fell asleep soon after she felt the last spasm of orgiastic lust shoot through her body. They slept soundly, so much so that they overslept the next morning and Tim arrived at the office fifteen minutes late. His secretary informed him that he was due at a meeting in Ernie's office in five minutes, an announcement which did nothing to cheer him up.
"God, I'm barely here and already it's the boss," he groaned at Julie, his secretary.
Nevertheless, he went to the meeting. He found Ernie at his desk. Carl Welch, the firm's vice president, was seated on a sofa, along with Ricky and Jerry Hennings, the firm's most alert account executive.
"Come in, we're just about ready to get down to business," Ernie greeted him. "In fact, we might as well get started right now."
Ernie went on to inform them that he had heard, from an unusually reliable source, that Haffner Metals was about to drop the New York agency which had been handling its billings and give its business to a local firm.
"This will be a gold mine if we can get it," Ernie went on to point out. "They're apparently going to start hitting local markets heavier and with that in mind, a local agency is the obvious route for them. I also hear that Jarvis and Evans have the inside track on landing the account."
This statement did nothing to allay the excitement which his earlier announcement, about Haffner Metals going local, had raised. Haffner probably allocated upwards of three million dollars a year for advertising, Tim guessed, and that would be a very nice account to land. In fact, if they got it, Ernie's agency would be a very nice account to land. In fact, if they got it, Ernie's agency would very--likely become the number one agency in the entire area, a post now held by Jarvis and Evans.
"Those guys are good," Carl said, referring to the competing agency. "No doubt of that. But we're at least as good, if we can just get a lead on how to work on those boys at Haffner."
"Right," Ernie concurred. "And frankly, I don't know how to crack that nut. However, there's another way we can go, one that I want to consider very carefully."
He sketched out the idea he had in mind and listened to his employees discuss it for half an hour, then adjourned the meeting. Tim could hardly concentrate upon his work for the rest of the day, the Haffner account bothered him so much, and at four-thirty he closed up his typewriter and told Julie that he was packing it in for the day.
Ernie's day went smoother. He was more accustomed to pressure and the tension surrounding big decisions. However, when he arrived at his house that evening, he gratefully accepted the drink Tina brought him and pulled her down to the couch beside him.
"Hey, that party last night must have just whetted your appetite," she murmured in a surprised tone as he thrust his hand into the front of her dress. "Been thinking about that Marcia?"
"She's a nice one, all right," Ernie agreed, "and I think she might have some possibilities. But mostly, though, I've been thinking about how she could help us make a bundle of money."
He went on to explain the situation of the Haffner Metals account to her, pointing out that Claude Jarvis had an old school tie with Milt Haffner, president of the company. However, he stated his belief that this would not prevent him from giving the account to Ernie, could he but make a more convincing presentation.
"Ah, then you'd have to have an in into Jarvis's shop," Tina said. "But you don't have one."
"No, but I know how to remedy that," her husband explained. "Their number-one ideas boy, Pete Wallace, is great with ideas but he's also a fantastic lecher, as you well know. I think maybe we can set him up with a woman and either blackmail him into tipping us off, or getting the woman to get the information out of him. Either way, it looks like our only hope."
"And you're thinking of using Marcia for that role? What did Tim have to say about that?"
"Er, that's the part of the plan I left blank," Ernie said with a leer. "Didn't see any reason for him to get his dander up too soon. We've got to figure a way of getting Marcia to volunteer for the job."
"I can see why she'd be a natural for it," Tina mused. "She's not known around the agency crowd, so Pete wouldn't automatically figure her as a set up. And she's attractive enough too. Are you going to sound her out? See just how faithful to that sweet, dumb husband of hers she really is?"
"I'd thought of something along those lines," Ernie admitted without a trace of shame. "And you, of course, can suggest a few new ideas to Tim, if you like. That is, after I've had my fill of you!"
With that, he tore her dress apart, exposing her naked breasts, and twisted her down onto the couch. She greeted his bull-like rush with enthusiasm, stretching to get her dress up around her middle to expose her mature, womanly sex to his stiffened prick. Ernie didn't even take his jacket off; he merely unzipped his fly and brought out his lance, aiming it straight into the moist cavity lying between Tina's shapely thighs.
"God, you fuck like a whore," he grunted, looking down at her with lust-glazed eyes.
"And you, you sailor, you love it, don't you?"
He answered her with a brutal thrust of his prick, one that spread the lips of her pussy wide and dilated the rim of her sweating cunt, then tore into her lust-heated flesh with all the fury at his disposal. Tina chuckled heartily and folded her legs around his body, settling herself down for a long session of lust and passion with her tempestuous husband.
IV
Ernie began his campaign to seduce Marcia and turn her into an instrument willing to do his bidding shortly after arriving at the office the next morning. His first step was to summon Tim into his office.
"Tim, I want you to run out to the house this afternoon and listen to Tina for a while," he began. "No, why don't you go out there for lunch and save some time? She's--likely to be full of ideas about how we can get a line on this account, so you two put your heads together and see what happens."
Tim accepted the assignment readily enough. He knew that Tina took an active part in the agency's business, though she rarely came into the office; everyone at the shop acknowledged that she had a real genius for adopting just the right approach for, handling the trickier accounts. Even so, he could not help but feel doubly elated at being given the task, since he well remembered the cool, dispassionate way she had behaved at the dinner party not long ago. He admired a woman who could carry off such unusual behavior, acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Tina, who had been warned earlier by her husband, took his call herself and invited him to drive out for lunch.
"In fact, why don't you leave right now?" she proposed. "It will fake you a half-hour to get here and we can discuss lunch over a Bloody Mary or two. I imagine we can find all sorts of other things to talk about as well."
Tim agreed to that and began clearing off his desk. Julie waved good-bye to him and he was on his way. Tina was sitting in a deck chair on the patio, overlooking the front drive, and waved him up to join her as he got out of his car.
"I just realized after talking to you," she informed him, "that your lunch appetite might be heartier than mine. Our cook is off today and the maid is sick, so I'm the cook-if you'll settle for an omelet, we can eat here but otherwise, it'll have to be down at the Coach Inn."
"An omelet will be fine," he said. "It won't hurt me a bit to go light for lunch."
"That's--likely," Tina scoffed. "You look as trim as any man your age I ever saw!"
Tim nearly rejoined that she easily outdid him in that department, despite the way her hips rounded out the back of her capri pants almost to the breaking point. She wore a frilly white blouse with them, one that seemed almost to be molded to her full, high-rising breasts.
"Come on inside and I'll fix us a drink before I start the eggs," she said, leading him into the house. "Sorry we don't have any more movies but Ernie loaned out the only two we have left. But if your taste runs in that direction, you might find something interesting in that pile of magazines over there."
Tim looked in the direction she pointed and went to investigate. When Tina returned, she found him browsing through a Scandinavian pornographic magazine, one devoted solely to pictures depicting the way two secretaries went about seducing their boss. Tim gasped with delight as he turned the bright, colored pages; He had never before seen such detailed, explicit renditions of sexual activities, and the lurid illustrations sent his pulse to pounding.
"Which is that one?" Tina asked, returning with two healthy-sized drinks. "Oh, about the secretaries; that's a real winner, that one. I'll bet that guy who modeled for that was whipped at the end of that session. Those girls look just utterly horny!"
Tim nervously leafed through the rest of the magazine, finding it highly distracting to be looking at such material in the presence of a woman, especially one who happened to be his boss's wife.
"That's a good shot there at the end," she exclaimed, reaching out to hold his hand from closing the page. "Did you ever try anything like that?"
The last page showed the boss pleasing both his secretaries, though he had to do so by kissing one between the thighs while plowing his generously proportioned prick into the other one. Both girls had ecstatic expressions on their faces; clearly they were at or near the peak of their enjoyment.
"No, I always had enough trouble getting even one girl into bed with me, much less two," Tim replied with a grin.
"I'll bet! You ought to try it sometime, making it with two, I mean," Tina said in a rather serious tone. "Ernie says it's just fabulous, when they both let go at once. I've made it with a couple of guys at once and believe me, that's a very stirring thing to experience!"
"What? Two at once?"
"Sure, what's wrong with that?" Tina asked, looking unconcerned. "I haven't done it lately; I guess the last time I did anything like that was, oh, six or eight months ago."
Tim looked aghast at this confession. Tina laughed heartily, seeing that he was confused and wondering about what Ernie had been doing at the time.
"Don't worry," she reassured him, "Ernie was one of the guys! He was getting his money's worth out of it, don't ever doubt that!"
Tim digested this information in a shocked silence. Slowly an idea began to form in his mind, one that he hesitated to voice but which Tina urged him to tell her about, once she saw that he was worrying it over in his mind.
"Does this mean that you two are part of one of those wife-swapping groups?" he asked, hardly knowing how to phrase his question.
"No, we haven't carried it quite to that extreme," Tina said, "though we did try a sample meeting once. Not very good, I must say; I can't really buy the idea of going to bed with six different guys in a row simply because they're there and want to do it. Ernie and I prefer to restrict it to people we like. But I'll have to say, we don't see anything wrong with group sex, or even with sharing a man or woman between us!"
Tim hemmed and hawed and finally said nothing at all to that. He followed Tina into the kitchen and watched her prepare the omelet. They took their plates out onto the patio, pausing to pick up a couple more of the Scandinavian pornographic books.
"How about this?" Tina asked, pushing a magazine in front of him midway through the meal. "What do you think about that?"
"On the side? It's a great way to do it," he said, looking with interest at the lovely blonde girl shown there, who had thrown her knees high alongside the flanks of the dark, well-built man who had a stallion-sized prick buried deep in her sex.
"Not the position," Tina reprimanded him, "the pussy on that girl? Do you think they're sexier shaven clean? Or with all the hair still on them?"
Tim stopped short, his breath taken away by the bold, erotic freshness of the question.
"I've never really thought about it," he finally had to admit, "but now that you mention it, maybe a clean-shaven organ might be especially attractive!"
"Just my thought," Tina murmured, smiling at him in an exciting way. "I've been thinking it over for some time but your word has made up my mind-I'll do it this afternoon, so Ernie can have a nice surprise when he gets home! But, would you like to help me? I'm not too skilled at using a razor, you know!"
Tim looked at her sharply. There was no mistaking the laughing, daring glint in her eye; Tina was clearly inviting him to make love to her. At that moment, all thoughts of Marcia, waiting patiently and chastely in their apartment, fled from his mind and he could think only of the throbbing, swollen prick extending from the base of his belly.
Marcia, however, was not playing quite the role he imagined for her; Ernie had seen to that. At about eleven-thirty, he had buzzed his secretary on the intercom and told her that he was not to be disturbed under any circumstances for the next hour, since he was placing a most important call and could not afford to be interrupted. The secretary, wise in the ways of her employer, acknowledged his order and settled down to guard her boss's privacy. Ernie lifted the phone and dialed a number.
"Marcia?" he asked, when his call was answered. "This is Ernie. I'm sorry I haven't gotten to you sooner but I've been so damned tied up. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I certainly enjoyed your company the other night."
Marcia, considerably taken aback by this greeting, could think of nothing but the most ordinary, inane rejoinder. In truth, the call came at an uncomfortable moment for her, since she had just finished washing her long, honey-blonde hair and was drying it. She was sitting on her bed, her head done up in the dryer, and was still naked from the shower. If the absolute truth must be told, she was halfway toward reliving the passionate, tempestuous awakening she had had that morning, when she opened her eyes to find Tim probing between her thighs with a very hard prick. With a beginning like that, who could not predict the outcome? At any rate, she was naked and more than a little aroused, partly because her right hand insistently wandered down to the protruding lips of her sex, toying with those livid, drooping folds of ultra-sensitive flesh.
"I'm surprised to find that you even remembered me," Marcia finally managed to say to Ernie. "I mean, it looked as though you were pretty well occupied for most of the evening!"
"With Tina, you mean? Yes, movies like that always have a dramatic effect on both of us. She can't restrain herself and me, I wouldn't try for the world to restrain her! But I hope that we didn't offend you by our display of affection?"
"No, not at all," Marcia assured him. "To tell the truth, I sympathized with you both. I felt a little like ... well, doing something myself!"
Even as she said the last sentence, she marveled at her audacity, which was unusual for her; usually she said very little about her sexual desires and preferences, even to her closest friends. Perhaps it was her semi-erotic condition, she reflected, which led her to make such brazen admissions.
"Why didn't you?" Ernie cried. "My word, you mustn't ever hold those feelings back! It isn't as if Tina and I, or Ricky and his date, would say anything to you, or even think anything, for that matter! Why, you should have gone ahead and done whatever you liked! Who knows, perhaps it would even have been a bit more exciting, knowing that there were other people in the same room, watching and doing what you were doing!"
"I never thought of that," Marcia mumbled, uncertain at the turn the conversation was taking.
"Think it over," Ernie urged her. "Didn't you ever do anything like that in company? And if I might be so bold, what would you have liked to do? You needn't answer that if you'd rather keep it back."
Somehow Marcia found his last sentence more of a challenge than a reassurance. She assured Ernie that she had never engaged in sexual play in the presence of a third or fourth party, excepting a few double dates in college which found two couples petting heavily in a sedan; Marcia did not regard that as quite the same thing, since they had been trying to ignore the couple in the front seat.
"I understand your point," Ernie agreed; "it's not the same. But what of Tim? What did you want to do to him?"
Suddenly Marcia found herself confessing that she had wanted to suck her husband's prick, to take all his long, hard staff into her mouth-even though four other people had been present-and kiss it into a foaming, spurting geyser of manly lust.
"Ah, spoken like a true woman," Ernie complimented her. "And now, what would you say if I told you that I had raised a perfectly stupendous erection just by talking to you? That I was sitting here in my office with my trousers open, stroking my prick with my hand and just about dying to let go with a really massive come?"
"What?" Marcia blurted out, unable to believe that she had heard him correctly.
But she had; Ernie repeated his statement. He was not lying either, since his right hand at that moment was indeed clasping his broad, sturdy prick and pistoning up and down its rigid length in a parody of the sexual act. Marcia could hardly decide what to say next and was persuaded to sit there silently as Ernie finished the job, telling her in the minutest detail of his prick, of the action of his hand and of the approaching explosion which he was creating within himself.
"Ahh, that was superb," he sighed after it was over. "My dear, you just would not believe how far the come went when I let go with the first few jets. Positively stupendous! Truly, you have the most amazing effect on me!"
What can a girl say to a compliment like that? Marcia mumbled something about being pleased, she was sure, and did not object when Ernie terminated the conversation shortly afterward. She sat on her bed for a long time, thoroughly aroused but also shaken by what she had just heard, which easily surpassed anything she had ever experienced up until that time.
Tim's experience with Tina, happening at a slightly later time, was equally strange, though considerably more satisfying. After finishing their meal (Tina had made the remark about shaving herself while they were still at the table,) they had wandered into the big living room of the house. Tim wanted to hurry her up, so that he might still the fierce hungers still throbbing in his prick, but Tina seemed almost to have forgotten about her invitation. To his dismay, she even began talking about the prospective Haffner Metals account, a subject which he could barely remember. But then, after touching on it in very general terms, she abruptly changed the subject.
"But why let's talk about business? So dull, especially right after lunch. Suppose we talk about that barber operation you were so eager to help me with?"
Tim leaped at the suggestion, his eagerness bringing a shrewd and calculating look to Tina's eye. She led him into another section of the house, explaining that the operation might better be performed in her dressing room. The room had a chaise lounge, as well as a boudoir chair and a dressing table. Tina coyly asked him to unzip her trousers, since they were so ultra-tight, a chore which Tim performed with trembling fingers. Tina stripped them down her well shaped thighs, noting exultantly the way he devoured her naked limbs with his hot gaze. The blouse went next, leaving her attired only in a bra and a pair of skimpy panties, so revealing as to be in a class beyond underwear. Tina pulled them down over her hips, then sat upon the chaise and lifted her knees high, inviting him to strip them down her thighs and over her feet. Tim leaped to perform the welcome chore, not passing up the opportunity to sneak a glance down between her thighs; Tina rewarded him by lifting them high enough to give him a momentary glimpse of her fat-lipped pussy.
"Let me fluff it up a bit first," she remarked, looking down at the thick, dark fur which her panties had matted tightly against her body.
She combed out the long, silky fuzz until it curled luxuriantly, a truly magnificent bush; Tim almost hated to see it go. But she had spoken her mind and he would not have attempted to dissuade her for the world. Tina suggested that maybe it would be better, and certainly more efficient for the electric razor, if perhaps she reduced the thick, bushy growth to a mere stubble with the help of a pair of scissors.
"But then it might be more, er, exciting if you were to do it for me," she murmured, looking boldly at Tim.
He snatched the scissors from the dressing table, after she pointed them out to him. Tina lay back, spreading her thighs wide. Tim sat on the floor at the foot of the chaise, his hands almost trembling with excitement, and began snipping away at the dark fur. Tina cautioned him to be sure and cut only the hair, joking that a mistake here would ruin her for life; Tim took special pains to obey her injunction. At length, a pile of curling black hair lay between her legs and a coarse, wiry stubble was all that remained of the once abundant bush.
"Now it's time for the electric razor, don't you think?" she suggested. "It's in the top right-hand drawer of the dressing table."
Tim fetched it, though he also returned with a can of talcum powder lying on the table.
"This will help too," he mumbled, showing her the powder. "A razor works best if you're absolutely dry-and you, er, appear to be a little moist!"
That was a rank understatement; Tina acutely felt the sensual tensions crackling the air between them and the lips of her pussy had become sweaty and slick with the love-oils her lustful system generated.
"I'm in your hands now," she sighed, twisting and writhing slightly. "Suppose you take it from here?"
Tim did just that. He plugged in the razor and snapped it on, then began removing the coarse stubble. Starting at a point near her navel, he moved downward, completely denuding the round, softly rising love-mound and then moving on to scrape the razor gently over the flesh alongside the long, livid gash guarding the entrance to her love-tunnel.
"Go easy," Tina urged, speaking through tightly clenched teeth. "That damned thing vibrates so, I'm just about to die with the feeling already!"
When he was finished, Tina's sex was as bare and smooth as it had been on the day she was born-though it was certainly more fully developed, Tim ventured to guess. The thick, moist lips now protruded forcefully from the outer, lust-darkened fold of womanly flesh; they called vivid attention to her excited condition and to her deep, sensual needs. Tim could not restrain himself from bending to kiss those pink folds of woman-flesh when he flicked off the whirring razor. Tina groaned deep in her throat and thrust herself into his face with a mighty lunge.
"God, eat me!" she cried, gurgling with desire and excitement. "Suck it up in your mouth. Bite me. Tongue me! I'm dying for it!"
Tim's passionate kiss met with a swift and decided response. She heaved her loins into his face with a hungry, passionate intensity that spoke eloquently of her strong needs. With a strangled cry, she grabbed his head between her hands and held him close, grinding her pussy into his mouth lustily and sobbing out her animal pleasure.
"Now kiss me on the mouth," she commanded, after recovering a bit of her composure. "No, don't wipe it off; I like to taste my come on a man!"
His face still reeking of her lustful pleasure, Tim did as he was told and gave her his lips. Tina devoured them, tasting and licking of them in a way that only fired his lust all the higher. Somehow her strange longing to taste her own sensual oils on his lips and tongue set his passions aquiver as they had rarely been excited before.
"There, that was marvelous," she sighed, releasing his mouth and looking at him intently. "But there's something else; you've got to get deep inside me-I want to feel you let go with everything you've got, filling me full of your lust!"
Tim must have set a new record for getting undressed. Even Tina later remarked (when she told Ernie all about her encounter with the impetuous young man) that he had been extraordinarily swift in joining her naked condition. When he had removed his shorts, the last piece of clothing on his body, she raised herself up on one elbow and looked curiously at his flagrantly aroused prick.
"Wonderful," she breathed. "So long, so thick, so hard! That's just what I've been needing all morning. Here, let me..."
Reaching out for the sturdy wand, she let her sentence trail off into silence as she took its rigid length into her fingers and led him to her. Tim interrupted her when he saw that she was going to take it into her mouth.
"Wait, you don't want to do that," he exclaimed. "You see, I had a ... well, my wife and I, this morning..."
He had neglected to shower after their passionate lovemaking and he suspected that his prick might be rank with the stale taste of Marcia's supercharged cunt. This seemed only to excite Tina all the more, to his great surprise.
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes ecstatically. "I love the taste of a leftover fuck; let me have it right now! Come on, I mean it!"
Struck dumb by this lewd request, Tim submitted. Tina took his prick into her mouth eagerly. Indeed it was rank; the taste of his wife was still strongly present upon the hot, hard shaft but Tina seemed to find this only an added reason for devouring it hungrily.
"Wait," Tim again protested. "I feel like I can't wait; I'm liable to go off in your mouth; is that what you want?"
"No, not at the moment," Tina said, disappointment tingeing her husky voice. "I want you deep inside me when you do that; I want to feel your balls against my ass-hole and your come squirting into my womb! Hurry and give it to me; I want all of that lovely thing!"
She rolled onto her back, arching her thighs impatiently and holding out her arms to gather him closer. Tim leaped into position, guiding his elongated prick into the livid, puffy lips of her pussy and parting them with ease. Tina gurgled insanely as she felt the thick staff slice; its way into her body, meeting no resistance. She locked her legs around him and threw her loins upward in a desperate search for fulfillment. Tim gasped with surprise when he felt her seize him in her vaginal vise; though it had been loose and easy upon entering, she now contracted her belly muscles and began "milking" his prick in a series of exciting motions that made it seem as though a giant, hot hand were grasping him steadily.
Tim's superheated lust, fired by the long delay while he had run the razor over Tina's most intimate parts, would not be stayed. Grunting out his joy, he thrust his prick deep into her wet wound and loosed a series of savage jets of semen, spurting the creamy liquid deep into her body. Tina screamed once, when she felt his thick weapon explode, then bore down with her stomach muscles and gripped him all the harder.
"Again," she gasped out in jerky breaths, never relinquishing the hold she had fastened on him. "Do it again, just like that!"
Alas, Tim could not again serve her in exactly the same fashion. His earlier bout with Marcia had weakened his reserves and now this tempestuous woman had completely drained him of all his orgasmic capacity. However, his prick did not immediately lose its stiffness and he was able to bring Tina two more backbreaking, pulse-quickening orgasms. It was three o'clock when he left her, spent and exhausted, but the contented glow on her face told him that his work had been successful. Tim drove back to the office slowly, savoring the heady experience Tina had given him, and spent the rest of the afternoon at his desk, reliving the tense, dramatic encounter. Ernie wisely avoided him, remaining inside his office all afternoon.
V
Marcia felt a great reluctance to tell her husband of Ernie's call, not least because of the strangely erotic effect it had had upon her. Though she did not admit it to Ernie, she had found it highly exciting to listen to his explicit description of the way his prick looked as he grasped it and of his mounting passion as he stroked it to a gushing climax. She had grown up believing honesty to be the best policy and had conscientiously tried to apply that ancient maxim to her marriage, but nevertheless she could not openly and frankly admit that it had happened.
Tim was just as secretive. He had not been a model of chastity and fidelity during their courtship and marriage, to be sure, but neither could he be called an accomplished philanderer. When Marcia had asked him once, during one of their long petting sessions that made their sexual life so exciting, if he had ever done these things to another woman, he had frankly admitted it. Though initially miffed, Marcia quickly found the notion an exciting one and had prevailed upon Tim to give her all the details, even down to where it had happened and how the woman had behaved when he had plunged his prick into her body. Tim realized that his wife responded ardently to this kind of sexual verbalization and had obliged her in order to benefit from the extra-passionate response she gave him.
This, however, seemed different. Try as he would, he could not bring himself to admit that he had been seduced by his boss's wife, that she had been immensely exciting and accomplished. Perhaps the greatest stumbling block to his full confession was the curious way Tina had seized his prick when he had told her of using it to pleasure Marcia only that morning. What did that mean? Tim turned the question over in his mind repeatedly, remembering with relish the hungry way she had stuffed his rigid tool into her mouth, how she had groaned with delight upon tasting the dried residue of Marcia's ecstatic joy, how her tongue had plied up and down its length, sending shivers of erotic magic coursing through his body.
They behaved as if the day had been a normal one. Tim took care to shower early, before Marcia might have a chance to entice him into bed for an early bout of sexual investigation; he was sure that she would not take kindly to tasting another woman's cunt on him, however gladly Tina had taken to the strange treat. For all that, Tim could not resist inquiring into her own inclinations in that direction.
"Say, what do you think about frenching a guy after he's been in another woman?" he asked as they cleaned up the dinner dishes. "Do you think that's a sign of Lesbianism or something like that?"
"I never thought much about it," Marcia admitted, "but it might be. Are you asking me if I think it's Lesbianism, or if I'd like to do it?"
"The first," Tim quickly replied. "I'm not sure how to arrange the latter, or even if I'd want to."
"All right, if you want to know, I'd say that the fact that a woman wanted to taste another woman suggested a Lesbian tendency, but the fact that she chose to do it via a very un-lesbian tool would argue against it. Sounds like six of one and half a dozen of the other to me."
They talked for a while of Lesbians and their ways, though both admitted that they knew nothing about such things, and came to no clear conclusion. Marcia did admit that, since Tim was so fond of having his mouth over her sex when she delivered herself of a mighty climax, she had lately been wondering what it might be like, to feel and taste another woman's sex in the throes of orgiastic excess.
"That's not to say that I'm going to go and get picked up by some bull dyke," she hastened to admit.
They left it at that. Ricky brought the matter out into the open, though he did so unknowingly, a couple of days later when he stopped by for a drink after work. They fell to talking about the office and their fellow workers, then the conversation worked around to the party they had attended recently.
"Has Ernie called you yet?" Ricky innocently asked Marcia.
"No, I haven't heard from him," Marcia managed to reply, though she was so startled that she almost blurted out the truth.
"Why should he call?" Tim inquired.
Ricky explained that quite often, after one of those parties, Ernie called up one of the other ladies present and engaged her in a long conversation while masturbating. Tim was shocked at this story, refusing to believe it, but Ricky's imperturbable assurance convinced him that his boss did indeed have a peculiar taste in this sexual matter.
"He doesn't always do it," Ricky admitted, "but more often than not he will. And anyway, what's so wrong with it? Hell, I've often thought about calling a girl up and telling her how much I'd like to go to bed with her, what we could do, stuff like that. In fact, I have done it several times. There are lots of people who really dig that, to be truthful about it."
Marcia watched Tim carefully, gauging his reaction, and was comforted to see that after a moment of consideration he adjusted to the idea of "telephone sex," so to speak. She decided that it would be best to confess it immediately and lost no time in doing so once Ricky had gone on to eat dinner with his current girl friend.
"So that's the way it was," she concluded, leaning back and watching her husband's greeting of this news.
Tim took it well enough, digesting the information and shrugging. He told her that it sounded very strange, perhaps even suspicious, but that no harm had been done by it. When he asked her how she had greeted the call, what her own feelings had been while listening to the erotic words, she considered and then frankly admitted that she had found them exciting.
"There I was, jaybird naked except for the towel around my hair," she explained, "and about half-turned on anyway, just from thinking about the way you pulverized me that morning before we got up, and ... well, yes, I found it stimulating. So much so., in fact, that I couldn't resist doing it to myself after he hung up!"
Tim grinned delightedly at hearing this. Marcia had long ago admitted to him that she practiced the art of masturbation, that her desires were sometimes too strong to be denied until he got home from work, and that the habit-which she had acquired in high school-seemed to be ineradicable.
"Since it seems to be confession time," he told her, taking a deep breath, "I've got something to admit myself!"
He went on and explained that Ernie had sent him out to his house, ostensibly for a consultation with Tina, but that very little advertising business had been discussed during the visit. He omitted nothing, even telling her about wielding the electric razor on Tina's pussy and belly and how she had lunged eagerly at him when he had told her of making love to her that morning. Marcia listened with a shocked expression at first, but gradually a look of intense interest came over her face.
"Why it sounds as though he deliberately meant for you to make love to her," she finally said when Tim finished his discourse. "I'm sure of it; it sounds like he deliberately meant for you to go out there and get in bed with her! And all the while, he was talking to me about those things! Why, they are simply outrageous!"
Tim agreed that it was a very strange marriage, at the same time he was inwardly heaving a sigh of relief when he realized that Marcia was not offended at his marital lapse. He expressed his relief at this but her response shook him decidedly.
"Why, I don't see how you could be blamed," she reassured him quickly. "After all, Tina is a very attractive woman! And besides that, she was practically inviting you to do it to her. I never heard of such brazen goings on!"
"Tell me, how was it? Giving it to her after you'd shaved her bare? Was it really different? Exciting?"
Tim considered this for a moment before conceding that the novelty of the thing had intrigued him greatly. In fact, he had to admit that Tina's sex had been highly exciting in its denuded state.
"Then I insist that you do it to me too," she promptly stated. "I've heard a little of such things and I want to try it myself!"
Nothing would suit her but that they retire into the bedroom then and there, so that Tim could give her the treatment which he had earlier given Tina. He leaped to obey her command, feeling a growing excitement within him, and stripped so that he could shift roles from barber to lover immediately, if and when the need arose. Marcia undressed and lay back on their big bed, watching him bring out the scissors and his own electric razor.
Tim quickly realized that his wife presented a different problem, so far as the present operation was concerned. Tina's bush had grown thickly, almost from hipbone to hipbone, but Marcia sported only a small brush running down the center of her love mound, perhaps two inches wide and only moderately thick. However, he found that the hair grew much more thickly on the lips of her pussy, so thick in fact that he had to wield the scissors with extreme care when cutting away the rank growth.
Marcia endured the clipping patiently, though he could tell that she too found the buzzing of the razor to be intensely stimulating. Her excited condition caused the inner lips of her sex, dark and glistening-wet with the oil of lust, to hang down in a provoking way. Tim dusted her off with talcum, brushed away the few loose hairs, and surveyed the result. Marcia used a hand mirror to inspect herself, exclaiming with pleasure over the way the inner lips of her sex now hung forth in clear view.
"How was hers?" she demanded. "As big as mine? As pretty?"
"As pretty? I don't know about that," Tim replied. "But it was sure different-the inner lips weren't nearly as big as yours and the outer fold was twice as long, I'll bet. It's amazing that these could both be pussies, they're so different."
"Yes, but I imagine we both like to use them the same way," Marcia murmured throatily. "I mean, probably she liked to be kissed there as much as I do!"
Tim could take the hint and lost no time in bending down to take those warm, juicy lips into his, gnawing gently at them with his teeth and bringing cries of delight from Marcia's throat. She thrust herself against him, holding his head firmly in place with both hands, and wiggled back and forth till he was sure she was about to reach an orgasm. Just at the last moment, she pushed him away with her hands and lay still, panting and trembling heavily.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "I thought you were just about to make it?"
"I was," she replied, "but I'd rather put it off for a while. Right now, I'd rather give you a little of the same treatment, if you think you could stand it!"
Tim assured her that he could always stand one of her oral treatments, an assurance which was only the pure truth-he loved the way she licked his prick, starting with the heavy bag containing his distended balls and sweeping up the staff till her tongue curled around the flaring head, sending his pulse soaring. This time, however, Marcia added a new wrinkle to the old pleasure.
"That thing is very attractive," she told him, "but I'm wondering if it might not be better if you seasoned it first? Maybe sink it into my cunt and then let me lick it dry? I don't know but what Tina just might have herself a good idea!"
Marcia turned around and knelt on the bed, presenting Tim with a heart-warming view of her buttocks, so that he could sink his prick deep into the denuded gash peeking from between her trim, tapering thighs. He mounted her quickly, allowing her to guide his prick home, and sank it to the hilt. Her hot cunt, already wet and slick to the touch, expanded readily to accept the rigid offering; he found it difficult to withdraw himself and did so only because Marcia urged him.
"Wasn't that good?" he asked her, pouting a trifle.
"Sure it was, but I want to do this first," she said, scrambling over him so that she could get her mouth onto the slick stem of his prick. "Mmmmm!"
He gathered from the ecstatic note in her groan that she liked the taste of herself on his prick, though she had frequently given him just that kind of kiss after having been fucked nearly senseless. Tim lay back, allowing her to enjoy herself as she worked her cunning oral magic upon him. He flexed his hips, driving his prick into her lips as she held them poised at the tip of that broad sceptre; they had long ago used this as a querying motion-did she want to finish him that way?
"No, I don't think so," Marcia replied, removing her mouth from his prick after one last lick that nearly had Tim spurting out a jet of hot come. "Tonight I believe I'd like to have that thing deep inside me and my legs around you!"
She rolled over onto her back, spreading herself wide so that he could mount her. Tim found her response even more abandoned and stirring than usual and within only a few minutes felt her tense her belly and thighs in a way that meant she could feel her climax building to a rapid peak within her loins.
"Let it go!" she gasped out suddenly. "Give it to me! I want to feel you come too! Shoot me full of your come!"
Tim did just that, though he could not have prevented it for the world. Spurting and jetting out his message of love, he pistoned his long prick in and out of her pulsating cunt with a mad fury, bringing her quickly to the climax she felt and causing her to shriek with delicious agony. Marcia's legs tightened convulsively around him, gathering him even closer and forcing his prick in to the very hilt. Her fingers clawed relentlessly at his back as she thrust her aching nipples up into his chest and sobbed.
"That was a lot better than usual," he whispered when they lay quietly together. "Seemed as though you were going to come forever-and it was a lot stronger too, wasn't it?"
"That's putting it mildly," Marcia gulped, barely able to speak. "I thought I was going to melt and run all over the bed. Oh darling, how you fuck me! God, I love to feel that great hard cock of yours splitting me apart, filling me with your hot, smoking, steamy come!"
After a few minutes, Marcia admitted that one probable cause of her especially ardent response had been her thinking of Tim lying in bed with
Tina. She confessed that the thought of seeing him on the woman, her legs wrapped around him and their bodies moving in a sensual rhythm, only inflamed her passion to new heights.
"Funny that it didn't make me raving mad with jealousy or hate, isn't it? But no, I just wanted to have you in me all the more after that!"
Tim had to make an admission of his own. He told her that the thought of Ernie calling her up and engaging her in a lascivious conversation had aroused him too. They discussed possible meanings of these new thoughts for a time, then reached out and took each other in their arms. The second time proved even headier, more satisfying than the first, and the third was so exciting that they fell asleep before uncoupling.
Marcia awoke later, in the middle of the night, to find that Tim had slipped off her. Her rump was plastered to the sheet by the puddle of dried semen which had flooded out of her body and stained her thighs and buttocks. She got up to turn off the lights in their apartment but before returning to bed, looked at her sleeping husband. She was trying to imagine what it would be like to actually see him making love to another woman-could she stand it, knowing that he was giving her that immense, sweet, pleasure-filled prick? She decided that perhaps she could, if she were assured of having it returned to her immediately after, so that she might use it to assuage the passions that would doubtless be built up inside her fevered loins.
VI
Marcia did nothing about turning her thoughts into actual deeds. She would not have known how to go about it, for one thing. Could she walk up to one of her friends and ask her to allow Tim to make violent love to her, so that he might return to his wife for more of the same? Hardly!
As it happened, she had no choice in the matter, since the arrangements were made for her. Tim had made his confession of his love-bout with Tina on Monday; on Wednesday he returned from the office with news that told Marcia her dreams were being answered.
"Ernie's still hot after that Haffner account," he told her, "and he's taking some of us up to his lodge in the hills for a brain-busting session this weekend."
"Us?" Marcia asked, holding her breath to hear the answer.
"Sure, you and me, along with Blair Jennings-he's head of the art department and a damned good idea man-and Ricky. And their wives or girl friends, of course."
"Will Tina go too?"
"Sure, he wouldn't leave her out for the world," Tim said. "Why? Think you might get to like her?"
"She's certainly interesting enough," Marcia told him. "I don't really know her but I think I'd like to find out more about her. And anyway, who knows but what this might turn into a regular orgy-
"I doubt it," Tim demurred. "Ernie is very set on getting that account and I don't think he'd take off for a party right now, not for a whole weekend anyway."
"When do we leave?"
"About noon tomorrow," Tim said. "I'll go in to the office and clean up a few things, then drive back here and collect you. We're going to meet up at the lodge. It's about three hours from here, I gather."
It happened just as Tim said. They arrived at the lodge at about four o'clock, thanks to the well-drawn map Ernie had given him. Ricky and Blair had already arrived by that time, so Tim and Marcia were the last.
"Good to see you two," Tina greeted them. "You're just in time for drinks. And I guess you'd better meet the others too."
She introduced them to Judy, Ricky's date for the weekend. She was a striking redhead, nearly six feet tall but exquisitely proportioned, and with a frankly appraising look about her. Blair had brought a girl from the office, since he and his wife were not on speaking terms at the moment.
"The first thing is to get in the mood for some high level thinking," Ernie announced to them all, "And the best way to do that is to hit the bar several good licks. And enjoy the company of beautiful women too, I might add. Sherry, you don't need to take notes on any of this, I want you to know that!"
Sherry, the girl from the office, giggled appreciatively at his remark and settled down beside Blair, paying no mind to the frank way his right hand came to rest on the inside of her left thigh. They exchanged small talk about the office, as well as about other advertising offices, until five o'clock, when Tina got up and requisitioned Marcia to help prepare their dinner steaks. Marcia caught a glimpse of Ernie and Judy wandering off into another part of the lodge, Ernie's arm around the girl's waist in a protective manner.
"I, er, gather that you and Tim had a very interesting discussion the other day," she said to Tina as they busied themselves in the kitchen. "He's very adept as a barber, you know."
"Oh, he did tell you, then? I was wondering if he would or not," Tina said, not at all bothered by the fact that the wife of the man who had made such excellent love to her was asking the questions. "I must say, my dear, you surely do have yourself a man there! He's just a perfect bull!"
"Sometimes it seems that he's got more, well, passion than I can handle," Marcia admitted. "I don't mind him doing what he did to you, I suppose, so long as he comes back home when it's dinner time."
"Ah, so he knows where the eating is best, huh? Don't worry about me, my dear. I like to have a fling of fun but for day-in-and-day-out living, I'm staying with the man I've got! But I must say, I'm glad to hear that you're so gracious about it. Some women, you know, wouldn't even have spoken to me afterward."
"No, I'm not that sort," Marcia observed. "After all, I've not been a perfect model of fidelity myself, so how could I expect it of him? And anyway, the idea of him doing all those things with you was rather exciting, I'll have to admit it!"
"Say now, you're talking like a real swinger," Tina said approvingly. "Have you ever done any?"
Marcia professed ignorance of the term. When Tina enlightened her, she blushed heavily and said that she had not, that she had previously supposed that such people were sick or deranged and that she frowned upon such activities.
"Maybe I'm changing, or maybe I'm just seeing it in a more reasonable light," she told Tina, "but here lately I've even gotten a certain amount of excitement from imagining him in bed with another woman-so that I could have him afterward."
"That's one of the best parts of it," Tina told her, "getting him when he's still wet and panting! God, I just don't know of anything that's more exciting than watching two people fuck, especially when one of them's my husband! Mmmmm, and to take that sweet prick into your mouth, when it's dripping wet with cunt and come and all those luscious things, that's just too much for the body to bear!"
Marcia knew that she had stepped into another world, one populated by people she had previously known only from reading and gossip. She realized that before the weekend was over, she would know at first-hand the truth of those things, that she would probably be making love to men other than Tim and that she would see him doing the same. The realization warmed her heart, but also surprised her. Only six months ago, she thought ruefully, she would have laughed out loud at such a suggestion.
They were just sitting down to dinner when Ernie and Judy returned from wherever they had been. Judy's dress and condition left little doubt of that. Her hair was tousled and there was a deeply satisfied look about her sensual mouth. The blue jeans she had worn earlier were now gone; she wore only a man's dress shirt, one whose tails came down midway on her long, slender thighs but which opened in front to show that she had nothing underneath it but her own superb body. Marcia caught a glimpse of the fiery red muff decorating the base of her belly; the audacious dress and careless display of the girl's body sent a cold shiver of sensual apprehension flickering over her thighs.
Tina accepted the situation easily. In fact, she talked amiably to Judy while they ate, though she was sitting beside Ricky and rubbing her thigh against his. Marcia's flesh crawled. She felt the air of erotic excitement in the room and instinctively responded to it, huddling closer to Tim. As they ate, they interspersed sexual banter with talk of the Haffner account, though no one could offer a surefire way of getting it.
"To hell with this," Ernie growled as he set his plate aside. "I've got a hunch that a nice, horny stag movie might set our minds to working better."
At that, he pulled out a projector and a can of film, which he proceeded to thread onto the projector. Tina set up a screen and rearranged some of the furniture so that everyone could have a clear view, then sat down beside Blair. Ricky was not sitting next to Sherry, the girl from the office; they appeared to be on very good terms.
"TV Dinner" was the hand-lettered title of the movie. Blair snickered at that, though Marcia could see no humor in it. She leaned against Tim, keeping her eyes glued to the screen and holding him in her arms. The movie was much more elaborate than most of its kind, opening in a barroom setting. A well-dressed young man, more than average in looks, was trying to make a date with a lovely blonde sitting at the bar, or so their actions would indicate-the movie was silent and they had to rely on their imagination to piece in the dialogue. The blonde was an elaborately dressed creature, perfectly stunning in the face. Her black cocktail dress was scooped low in front to display a generous expanse of well-rounded bosom.
The young man succeeded in his quest and the pair rose to leave the barroom. Subsequent shots showed them getting into a convertible, driving down a busy street, and then turning into an apartment house parking lot. They entered a sumptuously furnished flat and sat down for another drink. Marcia's eyes wandered from the screen to the guests, checking to see what was going on. Plenty was happening, off the screen as well as on.
Judy's shirt was now completely open and in the half-gloom, Marcia could see that Ernie's hands were playing over her breasts. The girl had opened her thighs and seemed to have both hands between them. Marcia could not see what she was doing but she could easily imagine. Tina was stretched out on a couch, her head in Blair's lap so that she could watch the screen. He had leaned over and was casually running his right hand under her dress, making no attempt to disguise it. Ricky and Sherry were too far to one side for her to see them without stretching her neck in an unmannerly way, though she imagined that the lusty Ricky was not allowing so golden an opportunity to pass. Marcia, emboldened by the freedom of the atmosphere, moved slightly and, grasping Tim's hand in her own, guided it under her dress and between her legs. He stiffened with surprise when his fingers encountered, not the customary nylon of her panties, but livid, warm flesh!
"I took them off in the kitchen when I was clearing away the dishes after dinner," she whispered into his ear, almost giggling at her own foresight. "God, this is sexy. I think I could almost go off in your hand!"
Tim's fingers sought out the swollen lips of her pussy, pulling them out of the outer fold and rubbing them gently. Marcia leaned back against the cushions and placed her own hand over his rapidly stiffening prick, rubbing it through the material of his trousers. She felt no shame or reluctance, now that she knew she was not alone in her desires.
On the screen, the couple had progressed from drinks to savagely erotic kisses, embracing in a way that showed their strong desire for each other. The blonde stood up and pulled her companion up from the sofa on which they sat, beckoning for him to undress himself. She watched, eyes wide and glittering with passion, as he stripped down to his briefs. These held what looked to be a gigantic stick of bologna; Marcia felt sure that he must have padded his briefs, the bulge was so large. Such was not the case, as she discovered when the blonde reached out and pulled the briefs down over the fellow's thighs.
A prick of enormous proportions sprang free when the thin cotton knit fell away. A club of manly flesh, standing nearly straight up and extending out to an ungainly distance. The blonde licked her lips hungrily, almost visibly melting under the influence of that immense staff. She reached out to grasp it in her fingers, gently circling the massive tool and pressing the tightly stretched skin back. The foreskin rolled slowly off the gigantic head of the prick, stretching almost to the bursting point but gradually exposing that lavender-hued knob that resembled a Nazi storm-trooper's helmet, both in shape and size. Marcia shuddered with sympathy for the blonde, imagining the terrible pain that would go along with being split open and probed by a prick of such noble size.
The blonde leaned forward, touching her lips to the head and stalk of the terrible plunger; the camera zoomed in for an ultra-closeup, so that the screen was filled with the image of her lips playing over portions of that tool. There were even scenes showing her tongue curling out to touch and lick its smooth surface, scenes which sent Marcia's passion soaring sky high. She wiggled uneasily against Tim's probing fingers, wishing now for something more substantial than simply a finger. Her own fingers had unzipped his fly and had brought out that familiar prick, which she had once thought so huge and filling. It now resembled a pygmy's prick, since she had glimpsed the magnificent tool of the fellow in the movie.
As the blonde's lips played over the fellow's great prick, Tina raised herself up from the couch and moved over until she was sitting in Blair's lap. She could now see the movie clearly and so could Blair, who was peeking over her shoulder. The move gave Marcia an idea, which she whispered to Tim. He agreed quickly and she got over him, lifting the skirt of her dress up so that her loins were open to his upraised tool. Settling herself upon him, she trembled and nearly cried out when she felt the broad head of his prick slip between the slick lips of her pussy and burst into the heated confines of her juicy, passion-swollen cunt.
"I'll try not to move," she whispered back to him, "so we can make it last a long time."
However she could not keep her fingers from wandering down to touch her swollen clitoris, now caught in the strained flesh and subjected to strong pressure, nor could she resist the temptation to seize the lips of her pussy between her fingers and rub them gently against the hard, hot shaft of Tim's boring prick. The sensations mounted in her loins, sending her head reeling with strong lust, and she knew that she could not long resist the many stimuli that worked at her emotions. Tim sat very still, apparently fearing that any sudden move might trigger his own climax.
The blonde of the movie now retreated from her naked companion and began undressing herself, putting on a show for the lusty young man. She stood with her back to the camera as she slowly unpeeled the cocktail dress, the bra, the garter belt and hose, and finally the scant, G-string type panties. From the rear, she looked a trifle less voluptuous, though she still had a fine figure, one that many a woman would gladly have owned. However, Marcia nearly fainted when the girl turned to face the camera: it quickly became clear that the girl was no girl at all, but a man! Instead of a womanly brush adorning the love-mound between her thighs, there was a mass of curling hair with a stubby but very masculine prick extending from it! A set of small but manly balls hung below the prick, completing the picture.
"What on earth...? " Marcia gasped, amazed beyond belief at what she saw.
"It's TV, dear," Ernie called over to her, "or what the head shrinkers call a transvestite!"
The truth now sunk into Marcia's consciousness: this "girl" was actually one of those men who find sexual release in playing the part of a woman, even down to dressing the part. She had to concede that he had played it very skillfully too; she would never have believed that the blonde was anything but a very lovely woman, had she not seen the evidence for herself.
The blonde now sank back upon the sofa, just as a woman would do, and the fellow with her knelt beside the sofa, his face close to the stubby, swollen prick. He touched his lips to that short tool, taking it into his mouth and causing the blonde (who was still a blonde, even after removing the wig) to twist and writhe in joy. He then slid his face down further and the camera came in close to register the way his tongue slipped out to rim the fellow's anus, lubricating it for penetration by something far more substantial. The blonde pulled the fellow up and spread his legs wide, drawing them up to expose the brown, wrinkled aperture which was to be the target for that brutally large tool.
Marcia's eyes widened in disbelief at what she saw, though the camera left no doubt what was happening: it came in close enough to catch the moment when the head of that huge prick came into contact with the blonde's ass-hole. It even caught the way the flesh surrounding that tiny opening bulged inward as the pressure increased. The blonde's face twisted into a contortion of pain mixed with the utmost sensual pleasure. It was clear that he enjoyed and welcomed the probing assault, even though it hurt dreadfully. The blonde's legs wrapped around the fellow's sides, just as a woman's might do, and the thick lance burrowed into the opening it had made. Marcia, who had never witnessed the act of sodomy, or even experienced it with her husband or her other lovers, felt a twinge of disgust, though she also felt a simultaneous quickening of her sexual desire.
The blonde's arms closed tightly around the young man's head; his legs clutched him tightly. The camera showed that the young man's fist had closed around the blonde's prick and was pistoning back and forth, even as he plunged his awesomely broad tool even deeper into his lover's anus. The coupling did not take long and the blonde was writhing deliriously even before the long, broad spike was firmly planted to the hilt. Shaking and twisting, he squirmed about in agony, his prick spurting out a steady stream of thick, creamy goo that spattered his chest and belly with its warmth.
Marcia felt her own body match that climax just as the reel flickered to an end. Though she tried to hold it back, she felt her clitoris give one final twitch and then explode in a cascading series of tremulous explosions that sent orgasmic shocks racing through her body. Groaning and heaving, she ground herself upon Tim's upraised prick and then felt that sturdy tool come alive with its own message of completion. The jets of climactic spray shot deep into her flesh, spattering her womb with its exciting flow and bringing her to the peak of her orgasm.
VII
Someone flicked on the lights just at the moment that Marcia felt that her cunt was going to turn into molten jelly. Though distracted for a moment by the realization that now other people could see her enjoying her ultimate pleasure, she was too far gone to be able to stop the process which had taken complete possession of her lovely body. She continued to writhe about, impaled upon the heavy lance boring up into her body, until the last flicker of lusty pleasure had disappeared.
She need not have worried, she discovered upon peering around the room. Judy and Ernie were now lying stretched out on their sides, their loins pummeling away at each other in a mad fury of erotic zeal. Sherry and Ricky were sprawled upon a couch, Sherry lying over him and grinding her loins down onto his in a way that meant that she too was near, or actually at, the moment of truth. Blair and Tina were lying reversed, each nibbling at the other's sex and deeply engaged in their work. Marcia decided that the lights must have come on automatically, once the projector had run through the roll of film-a guess which Tina later confirmed.
Upon seeing that everyone else was occupied, she quieted down and resumed her attentions to her husband, whose hunger had hardly been sated by the experience. Marcia decided to take the plunge and join the other girls in their state of nudity or almost nudity-only Sherry had any clothing on at all, a skirt which was rumpled around her waist-so she unfastened the back of her dress and motioned for Tim to pull it off. She kept her seat on his lap, hating to remove the magic wand which had dealt her so much pleasure. Once the dress was off, her bra quickly followed and she was stark naked. No one paid her any attention.
"Want me to get up so you can get comfortable too?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at Tim.
"Maybe you'd better," he said.
She slid off and sat on the floor, the fingers of her right hand clipping the lips of her pussy together so as not to lose any of the precious spunk he had shot into her, and watched him divest himself of his clothes. His prick lost none of its stiffness and as soon as he was free of clothing he fell upon her again, pinning her to the floor with a mighty lunge.
"Mmmmm, love the way it goes in so nice and easy," she grunted as the spear again parted her tenderest flesh. "That stuff you put in there just makes it so nice and slick!"
"I'm afraid I haven't got any more right at the moment," he whispered into her ear, "but I'd love to feel you come again!"
"Just what I was hoping you'd say," she murmured, shifting her hips into high gear and beginning to grind her belly in a wide, sensual circle. "You just hold that pose and I'll work it out myself!"
Tim maintained his position above her, about half of his prick inside her slick, wet socket, and watched her work her pussy around his prick. Gradually her motion became faster as she felt her nerves tightening up; her breath began to come faster and to rasp in her throat as she concentrated every thought upon finding the proper combination of stimuli and movements that would again trigger her loins into exploding with pleasure. She was experienced enough to know just how to manage that and within a very short time she arched her back, thrusting her pussy up to him, and gave out a whimpering cry of ecstatic delight. Tim knew what to do then: he fell upon her heavily, hammering his prick home until his heavy balls flapped heavily against her ass and the head of the broad tool pried open the very rim of her cervix. Marcia shrieked aloud at that deep penetration, calling out for him to stop or she would surely die then and there.
"MMm, you two just won't be stopped, will you?" came a familiar voice.
Marcia cleared her eyes, unfocussed by the force of her second tumultuous climax, and saw that Tina was standing beside them. She was utterly naked and, as Marcia looked up, she could see the small, delicately shaped lips of the woman's pussy hanging down through the thicker outer fold. The sensual flesh shone with the wet, pearly essence of masculine love.
"We just couldn't stop," she said, blushing fiercely as Tim lifted himself off her. "That movie, it was so damned exciting and then seeing everyone else going at it, we couldn't stop ourselves."
"Nor should you have even tried," Tina told her decidedly. "The evening was made for love and passion. We'd all be fools not to take advantage of it."
Marcia struggled to her feet, noting as she raised herself that Tina's pussy was every bit as bare and naked as her own. This similarity was not lost upon Ernie, who promptly cried out the news to everyone in the room. A crowd of curious people gathered around them and Marcia found herself drawn down to the couch, alongside of Tina, where she was forced to draw up her knees and display the bare, naked wound to general inspection. The men all agreed that the hairless condition was remarkable, though they disagreed on whether they preferred them over their more hirsute companions, Sherry and Judy.
"How does it feel?" Judy inquired, kneeling down to inspect Marcia's nakedness more closely. "Is it much trouble to shave it off? How long have you had it this way?"
Marcia answered her questions, though she declined to state that her inspiration had come when her own husband admitted denuding Tina's hyper-active organ. Blair came over and nudged Judy aside, settling himself down in front of her widespread thighs. His eyes bored into her pussy hotly. It was almost as if she could actually feel the force of his gaze!
"I say, it's still dripping!" Blair exclaimed.
"Tim, would you mind terribly if I frenched her just a trifle? Lord, the thought of eating a freshly fucked cunt is just overpowering to me!"
Tim, feeling the heady excitement of the crowd and the erotic atmosphere, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and looked at Marcia. His expression clearly said, "go ahead if you want to." She nodded eagerly, also swept up in the sensual tension infesting the room, and held herself out to Blair's mouth.
Though her thighs and buttocks, not to speak of the lips of her pussy, were smeared with a thick seminal coating, he did not hesitate to plunge his face squarely into that reeking maw of sexuality. Marcia had more than half-doubted his sincerity and it came as a real shock to her when she saw him leaning forward to bestow the most depraved, obscene, lascivious kiss upon her which she had ever experienced. Blair disregarded the wet, sticky condition of her flesh. Indeed, it seemed to make her all the more desirable to him, judging from the energetic way he burrowed into her crotch. The thought of being kissed so intimately, immediately after Tim had filled her full of his delicious prick, struck her as immensely exciting and she gave herself over to the wild emotions she felt flooding through her loins.
Tim also found a great deal of excitement watching his wife being eaten. He leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it deep up into his lips and gently gnashing it with his teeth. Marcia crooned out a delirious hymn of enjoyment, finding the dual stimulation even more exciting than she imagined it might be. She feverishly rubbed her throbbing, aching cunt into Blair's steady face. He proved to be very gifted at his work. She had never imagined that a tongue could dart forth so strongly, or to such a distance. His tongue flickered in and out of her heaving cunt like a piston and seemed to penetrate almost to the limits that Tim had probed with his elongated prick.
Tim felt a strange hand running over his prick, grasping it firmly in a friendly grip. Another hand pried at the cheeks of his rump, prying them apart. Then, with a sudden start of erotic zeal, he realized that his own anus was being penetrated by a finger! Removing his mouth momentarily from Marcia's swollen nipple, he looked over his shoulder. Sherry was huddled on the floor behind him, her hand busy at work between his legs, stroking his enraged prick. Her other hand was probing into his rear with a devastating effect. As he watched, she leaned over to supplant the grip her hand had taken upon his prick, adding her mouth to that delightful excitement.
Ernie now joined the group on the couch, bending forward to take Marcia's other breast into his mouth. The poor girl could hardly breathe, her pulse was pounding so fast, but she still reached down and gathered Blair's head into her loins, pulling him close and wiggling her cunt into his mouth with a steady, rhythmical beat. No one, not even the most accomplished harridan, could long have withstood the myriad sources of erotic joy, and Marcia soon felt her belly turning into heated jelly, jelly which she was sure would soon be propelled squarely into Blair's waiting mouth.
"Agghh! Ooohh!" she screamed, almost unconscious but still trying to increase her pleasure.
Groaning out incoherent, delirious oaths, she delivered herself of yet another momentous orgasm, this one flooding Blair's face with her liquid lust. He slurped and sucked hungrily at her, like a man dying of thirst who had suddenly chanced upon a fountain of the purest water; her thighs convulsively gripped his face and pulled him even closer. Marcia shuddered and trembled heavily, feeling the waves of climax reach even down into her fingers and toes. At last her legs drooped, releasing Blair's face as she fell back upon the couch, exhausted and limp from the violent force of her exertions.
The other participants, as well as the observers, in her wild pleasure separated to pair off again into another series of lusty groups. Ernie seized Judy, who was nearest him, and pulled her over onto his prostrate body, stuffing his swollen prick into the opening between her thighs. Ricky and Tina joined together in a soixante-neuf figure, Tina taking the uppermost position. Blair hovered over her tightly clenched buttocks, idly fingering her own tight, brown anus as he gently caressed his swollen prick. Tim turned around to find Sherry motioning him forward with eagerness. He gave scarcely a thought to Marcia, almost totally unconscious, and slid into place over the redhead's long, ardent body.
When Marcia recovered her sense, it was to discover the group lying about the room in various stages of sexual excess. Judy and Ernie had switched around on each other and were now licking each other's sexual organs; they had not reached a climax but preferred to put off that heady thrill for a while. Blair now straddled Tina, his prick running up into the opening which he had previously been tonguing. Ricky still nibbled and licked away at her pussy, oblivious of the prick flashing in and out of the opening just above his eyes. Tim and Sherry had quickly given each other the supreme joy of sexual expression and now lay sprawled out on the floor, her thigh still under him and her open pussy dripping its creamy tale of satisfaction.
So it had happened, she told herself. Her husband had had another woman, even within her very presence! Except that she had been too groggy, too numbed by the completeness of her own lusty pleasure to have watched and enjoyed their frantic coupling! She smiled wryly, recognizing the irony of the fact, and shrugged in mute acceptance. Moving stiffly, she got down from the couch and knelt over her husband's prostrate body, taking his well-worn prick into her hand. It was still wet with Sherry's exultant, passionate dew and Marcia realized that she now had it fresh from her rival's body.
The thought stirred her emotional being, firing her lust as nothing else could have. She bent down and lifted his limp, gamy tool in her fingers, bearing it up to her questing lips. Her long hair fell over Sherry's thighs and belly; her fingers bore the wet prick up to her lips. She looked at it carefully before touching it with her lips, as if to see if there was a visible change in the familiar form.
Then she took that slippery tube into her lips. She immediately recognized the woman-taste, musky and heady. It seemed that Sherry's body gave off a much more distinctive, erotic-tasting oil than her own, she quickly decided. Nevertheless Marcia sucked up her husband's limp prick, taking all of it into her mouth and running her tongue over every inch of its surface. She cleansed it thoroughly, savoring the salty, bittersweet dew which his balls had pumped out and glorying in the aromatic oil Sherry had contributed.
VIII
"That was very thoughtful of you," Marcia dimly heard Sherry mutter as she took her mouth away from her husband's prick, now cleansed of the woman's cunty fluids but still obstinately soft. "There are a lot of women who wouldn't have sucked him for a million dollars after he'd been in someone else."
"I couldn't help it," Marcia explained. "I saw it there and knew that you'd had him; the thought of being able to taste you both was just too much to bear. I had to do it."
"I take it that you've never done much of this kind of thing before," Sherry remarked, pulling herself into a sitting position. "You seem ... a little embarrassed about it all."
Marcia admitted that this was the case. She hastened to add that she did not hold the other people's sexual freeness against them, only that she found it a bit hard to accept immediately. Sherry laughed heartily at that and said that she too had found it hard to accept, when a previous boyfriend had suggested that they exchange partners with another couple, then locked together in another bedroom in Sherry's apartment.
"I thought it was terrible of him to suggest it," she added, "but suddenly the thought struck me that it might be just wildly exciting to take on Tommy-he was the other guy-right after he'd just been inside Sherri. So I did and believe me, I've been an addict ever since! And there are lots of guys like that too; they're emotionally attached to one woman but they just can't help getting turned on about the thought of getting their cock into a different woman!"
Marcia conceded that an abrupt switch of mates might well have an erotic effect upon her sensibilities, though she had no idea of putting the idea into practice immediately. Sherry briefly described the sexual peculiarities of each of the other men present-she had apparently spent more than one night in bed with all of them-and advised Marcia to begin with Ricky, if she were seriously disposed to sample all their wares. Ernie, she said, had a curiously sadistic streak which manifested itself only occasionally, though when it did his female partner could count on having a rough time of it.
"Unless, of course, you happen to dig that scene," Sherry added, looking at Marcia with a question in her eyes.
Marcia hastened to assure the long, lean redhead that she had no such inclinations. The very idea of being beaten, she said, filled her with horror.
"Well, it takes all kinds," Sherry said, shrugging lightly. "Me, I rather like being swatted now and then-really gets my juices to going. But then I've got a lot of peculiar tastes, or so I've been told."
She said no more, getting up and walking across the room to Tina, who had gone over to the bar to pour herself a drink. Marcia lay back against her husband, still limp and nearly unconscious, and watched the tall redhead's buttocks twitch cutely as she moved away.
"Having fun?" she heard Tim mutter.
"Yes, much more than I expected," she found herself answering.
Though it was true, she was surprised to hear herself say it; she would normally have pretended at least a little displeasure with the carefree, promiscuous atmosphere. Once everyone was freely moving about, taking pleasure wherever they found it, she felt her inner resistance melt away without leaving a trace of guilt.
"I'm glad you didn't get uptight about me and Sherry," he told her. "I just couldn't help it. It was like I was drunk, except that I'd barely had a drop! All I could see was that incredible, red-fringed pussy of hers-like waving a red flag at a bull, I guess. And, of course, you were pretty well occupied too!"
"Oh Tim, did you hold that against me?" Marcia asked, turning to look at him. "I thought you were all for me going ahead and letting Blair do it to me! I'd never have given in if I'd known, really I wouldn't!"
Tim assured her that he was not criticizing her for allowing another man to have his way with her; he had meant only that she was enjoying Blair's tongue action so much that he could not bear to interrupt her pleasure. Mollified, Marcia sank back against him. They watched the other couples with interest, though only Ernie and Judy were engaged in any erotic play. Ernie was seated in a low, cushioned chair with Judy straddling him. Face to face, mouths glued together, they were almost prostrate. This allowed Marcia and Tim, who were directly in front of them, a fine opportunity to see the cunning, skillful way Judy was using her cunt to caress Ernie's bludgeon of a prick.
"He looks awfully big, don't you think?" she whispered to Tim. "That thing must be as big around as my wrist!"
In truth, it was a veritable post of a prick, though Tim said that he had seen it outside Judy a few minutes ago and that its length could not nearly compare to its girth. However that may have been, the energetic way Judy flung her buttocks around gave every indication that she immensely enjoyed the mighty presence of the man.
She was supporting most of her weight on her knees, which allowed her complete freedom of her hips. She would pull herself back from him, slipping the rim of her tight little cunt up the broad shaft of his prick until it seemed that the lavender-hued spike would surely slip out, and then gyrate her rump in a slow circular movement that must have rubbed the head of Ernie's prick into every surface of her tender cunt. Then, having completed that sensual circle, she slowly but firmly dipped her loins downward, forcing more and more of that broad scepter up into her body until finally the lips of her pussy disappeared into the thick growth of curly, black hair surrounding the base of the staff upon which she rode. Over and over, as if propelled by a machine, she repeated this movement.
"Isn't she ever going to come?" Tim whispered in her ear.
Marcia did not answer but she knew full well what Judy was doing. She herself had often amused herself in just that way, though with a different instrument, of course. There were times when the sheer pleasure of feeling a hefty prick work back and forth in her tender cunt was itself pleasure enough, when she wanted nothing more than to repeat that delicious slicing, filling movement over and over, with no thought of seeking orgasmic release.
Ricky wandered over to join them on the floor. He admired Judy's work, telling them that the girl had a superb control of the muscles in her belly. He swore that as she drew herself up off Ernie's prick, for example, that she could clench the proper muscles and make her cunt contract around the prick sliding through it, just as if she were grasping it in her hand. Tim found this hard to believe but Ricky swore that it was so and invited him to find out for himself.
"Ernie'll get tired of that pretty soon," he predicted, "and go wandering off to get a drink. Just walk right over and take his seat-I know Judy and she'll keep that gut-busting wiggle up all night long, if you're willing to sit there and take it!"
"Go ahead if you like," Marcia told him. "I won't mind. In fact, I'd rather like to sit here and watch her do that to you! Of course, I can't guarantee that I won't try something of the same kind myself, if Ricky will put up with it!"
Tim agreed that it would be worth investigating and when Ernie pushed Judy off, he hastened over to take his place. Marcia found her right hand being lifted over and put on Ricky's half-stiff prick. She grasped it in a friendly fashion, remarking to herself how different from Tim's it was, even though it was exactly the same organ. Ricky's tool was long and slender, perhaps two inches longer than Tim's hefty bludgeon, and was perfectly straight, except for the very end-there it curled upward suddenly, giving it a most unusual aspect.
"Where'd Sherry go off to?" she asked, supposing that he might have kept track of his date.
"I imagine she's in bed with Tina," he replied, casually. "She wasn't too much up for the trip till I told her Tina was coming along and then she was all for coming along."
"I don't understand," Marcia told him, knitting her brow and looking puzzled. "Why should she care what Tina does?"
"Don't you know?" Ricky asked, looking at her with surprise. "Surely you're putting me on!"
Marcia assured him that this was not the case and convinced him. Embarrassed at this, Ricky blushed slightly but went on to inform Marcia that Sherry's primary sexual interest was in women, not men, and that Tina had at least as strong a drive in that direction as in the more orthodox mode of satisfying one's sexual needs!
"They're ... Lesbians?" she asked in a shocked voice.
"No, nothing of the sort," Ricky explained. "Hell, they both enjoy prick as much as any woman I ever saw. It's just that they also like their own kind too. What's wrong with that? Didn't you ever work both sides of the street? Play around with your girl friends a little?"
Marcia vehemently denied this, as well she could, since she had never even considered such a thing. The thought struck cold terror into her soul and she swore that she could never, never face another woman in a sexual scene.
"Okay, forget it," Ricky said, placating her with a kindly pat on the knee. "Suppose we just sit here and watch Judy give Tim a going over, huh? God, I love to watch a cunt swallow up a prick, don't you?"
Marcia decided that Ricky's phrase, crude and vulgar though it was, exactly described what was happening to her husband's erect phallus. Judy's pussy lips, wet and dark with passion, seemed to reach down to enfold the meaty lance which Tim was holding up to her. They were driven inward by the pressure of his broad tool, but easily parted to admit the manly intruder. Marcia saw, with surprised eyes, that Judy now reached around her with one hand to free a pubic hair which Tim's prick had caught and was pulling up into her cunt; she grinned sympathetically, recalling the excruciating pain which just that mishap had caused her more than once. But then Judy's hand stayed back there, and Marcia now saw that the girl was actually fingering her own anus!
"Look at her!" she whispered excitedly to Ricky. "Look what she's doing!"
Ricky explained that Judy had a rather over-developed anal complex, one that intermittently demanded attention. When her mate did not provide that attention, she was prompt to supply the stimulus herself. Ricky saw that Marcia was a stranger to that particular kind of sexual excitement and casually slipped a hand between her parted thighs. After moistening his index finger in the juicy crevice between the lips of her pussy, he reached down and gently stroked the lower aperture, bringing a shudder of dark, strange excitement to the girl.
"Ah, you like that, eh?" he grinned. "Maybe Tim hasn't been teaching you all that he should have!"
Marcia felt a sense of flooding, sudden shame at herself. She had always been taught that that opening was taboo but now, under Ricky's expert guidance, she found her body tingling with a new thrill, coming alive in a way that she had never experienced before. The quickening of her flesh, the acceleration of her heartbeat, took her by surprise, it was so swift and decided. Ricky saw and felt that she was responding favorably and plunged the tip of his finger into the taut, muscular opening. Marcia shuddered heavily and groaned a deep, sensual sound of awakening lust, and fell heavily against him.
She could not resist when he pressed her forward, forcing her onto her hands and knees. She knew without being told what he was going to do and part of her cried out against this obscene, perverted use of her body. Another and stronger part of her demanded that she be still and allow him to teach her this strange new joy. Ricky got behind, moving on his knees and brandished his prick before him. He scooped his fingers brutally into her sweating, love-slick cunt, dipping out her free-flowing oil of love and anointing her anus with that honeyed dew to ease the passage for his slender spear.
"You'll have to concentrate on relaxing every muscle in your midsection," he told her in a low voice, "or else I won't be able to get it in without hurting you too much-and I want this first time to be a good one for you!"
He proved to be patient with her, urging her again and again to relax more completely before even attempting to thrust his slender prick into her ass-hole. Marcia willed herself into acquiescence, even though a part of her still rebelled at the idea of being sodomized. However, her curiosity and lust were far too strong for her to refuse. Ricky tested her anus with his finger, repeatedly probing into the narrow ring of muscle and finally deciding that she was ready.
"Keep very still," he cautioned her. "I may hurt you a bit at first but believe me, you'll soon find that it's incredibly good, so just have patience."
He fitted himself behind and beneath her, aiming his prick up at just the proper angle, and then fitted it snugly against the tender, sensitive anus. Marcia shuddered, fearing but also anticipating his plunge. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and willed her flesh into relaxation.
Ricky, feeling her ready herself, suddenly lifted his loins upward in a sudden darting movement that plunged the head of his prick into her anus and then two inches deep into the sensitive tunnel behind it. Marcia almost shrieked at the sudden dart of pain that swept through her midsection like a sheet of flame. But after the initial shock, she discovered that the pain quickly died away. Replacing it with a surging elation was a feeling of the most exquisite fullness and pleasure, quite unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Ricky thrust on until he had plunged about six inches, or nearly all, of his elongated spear into her rear. Each succeeding inch of penetration after the first shock of entry, she discovered, sent her passions soaring skyward until it seemed that she would surely die of pure sensual pleasure. Trembling mightily from head to foot, she essayed a movement of her rump, twitching it slightly and rotating herself around the probing prick.
"That's the way," Ricky breathed encouragingly. "Fuck yourself on it, just as if it were in your cunt! You've got a lovely ass, so tight and hot. I've never fucked one before that was so good, never!"
Marcia found herself thrilling to this unusual praise, so lewd and perverted, but the savage joy she felt from his deep penetration overcame all her scruples. Ricky urged her to lower herself slowly to the floor, spreading herself flat, in order to enjoy the maximum pleasure from his strange position. She moved carefully lest she disengage herself from his joy-giving tool, and lay flat on the thick, soft carpet. Ricky now stretched himself out over her, maintaining his delicious presence, and began drawing himself out slowly.
"No, don't take it out!" she gasped, fearful that he was about to remove that delicious rod. "Leave it in me; I must have it in me, just that way!"
"Don't worry," Ricky assured her. "It's time to move into phase two of this operation. You'll love it even more than the first, I'll bet."
"What. . . what are you going to do?" she managed to gasp, almost overcome by the sheer pleasure of the experience.
"My dear, I'm going to fuck you in the ass! I'm going to fuck you until you scream with joy, until your ass milks my prick and sucks my balls dry!"
Marcia's heart turned flip-flops at this. She could hardly have asked for more than Ricky promised. Looking ahead, she saw Judy still straddling her husband, who was lifting his rump off the chair and thrusting his broad prick into her cunt as she kept up her steady, grinding motion. She saw that Tim was once again eager to deliver himself of a mighty orgasm and wished him well at his lusty work. For herself, she was fully occupied and driven almost to distraction by the deep, animal-like pleasure which radiated outward from Ricky's deep-boring prick. At his urging, she spread her legs to the utmost, allowing him to lower himself even more completely into the crevice between them. This, she discovered, gave her an additional pleasure, one she could not have imagined before: Ricky's pumping, twisting thrusts were now plunging deep into her body, sending tremors of sensual delight rocketing through her nervous system, but even more heady, she found, was the exciting way his balls, heavy with sperm, jostled against the tender, ultra-sensitive lips of her pussy!
"Aiiee, I can't stand it," she crooned, cradling her head in her arms and giving herself over completely to her pulsating emotions. "I can't hold it back; I've got to let it go!"
That she did, quivering like a plucked bowstring. Her rump pulsed heavily as the Shockwaves of orgasm rocked her loins; her anus convulsively clutched and grabbed at Ricky's prick, causing him to groan in sweet agony and then to loose his pent-up sperm in a series of mighty, gushing jets that inundated her bowel with hot, steaming semen. Marcia felt each gush, her nerve-endings registered every twitch of his prick and her pussy lips even caught the lurching action of his heavy balls as they emptied themselves. Sobbing and shuddering, she heaved herself back against his body, desperately trying one last time to prolong and intensify the sensual feelings that took possession of her tortured body.
IX
No one kept any semblance of regular hours that first night at the lodge. Marcia later remembered dozing off several times, only to wake up later and find someone fondling her lovely body. Occasionally she responded, twice she peremptorily refused the proposition and went back to sleep. But each time she opened her eyes, two or more of the crowd was engaged in some form of sexual play. By the time dawn broke and everyone gathered in the kitchen for an early breakfast, she calculated, Tim had been in intimate contact with every woman there and she had enjoyed the favors of all the men except Ernie.
The host seemed temporarily sated as he busied himself over the electric range, preparing a gigantic skillet full of scrambled eggs. He showed no signs of exhaustion, however, and kept up a running conversation on advertising, the advantages of a local firm for the Haffner Metals Company, and the necessity of landing the lucrative account. When everyone had cleaned their plates and pronounced themselves full, he called an impromptu meeting of the brains and sat down to cover the problem facing them.
Surely, Marcia thought to herself as she watched the men huddle with Tina in one corner of the huge living room, no advertising campaign was ever launched under weirder circumstances. All the men, like Tina, were stark naked, though they had grown accustomed to their nudity and it no longer proved distracting. Marcia and Sherry had donned dressing gowns that morning, though not for modesty's sake-they agreed that the room was chilly and that they needed protection.
Marcia, Sherry and Judy cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen as the men conferred on their problem. Marcia felt more than a little cautious about striking up a conversation with Sherry, since she still found it hard to believe that this lovely, slender creature could be so depraved as actually to want to make love to another woman. Judy, however, showed no such reticence. In fact, she openly queried Sherry on her strange preference, coming directly to the point.
"I gather that you and Tina were ripping one off last night," she began as she applied a scouring pad to the big skillet. "I've never made that scene myself."
"Interested in trying it?" Sherry asked, though there was not a hint of an invitation in her husky voice. "Some girls really dig it and others, well, they couldn't care less."
"I'm not sure," Judy admitted. "It's utterly against everything I was taught, of course, but on the other hand, I've heard that it's a wild, mad thing. Frankly, I'm curious about what the possibilities are. What can girls do to each other?"
"Just about anything," Sherry told her. "All depends on how you want it: hand-jobs, french, pussy rubs, it's all available."
"Mmmmm, that all sounds groovy enough," Judy remarked. "I don't know, though. I think maybe
I'd miss that full feeling a man gives me. That really gets to me, you know."
"Why should you have to miss it?" Sherry asked nonchalantly. "I can do the job just about as well as any man could do it, I'll wager my figure on that!"
Judy drew back at that, plainly tempted to take Sherry's statement and turn it into an invitation, but also leery of committing herself to so strange an experience. Meanwhile, Sherry looked over at Marcia, who was drying the dishes, and smiled appreciatively.
"And you? What do you think about that sort of thing?" she asked.
Marcia flatly admitted her apprehension and dislike of the whole idea. When Sherry pointed out that she had already gone part way by taking her husband's prick into her mouth when it was still dripping wet with another woman's flesh, Marcia realized with a flash of insight that she had indeed found the musky, exotic taste of a woman exciting, though she tried to argue that this was a far cry from indicating a yearning for having a woman in her arms. Sherry admitted that this was true and went back to her work.
Marcia wandered into the living room after finishing the dishes and idly listened to some of the discussion about the elusive Haffner account. Ernie summed up the situation, admitting that it was a tough one, by pointing out that their only chance lay in working some kind of trick upon Pete Wallace.
"Wallace is their number-one idea man," he repeated. "He'll be right on top of whatever they're planning to present to the Haffner people, probably it'll be his brainchild. And it'll be good, no doubt of that."
"Any chance of getting to Wallace? Maybe buying him out?" Ricky queried.
"Not a chance," Ernie vowed. "He's probably pulling down forty thou a year right now and the creep doesn't spend much at all. The only thing he--likes to do, apart from work, is to fuck-which isn't a bad hobby, come to think of it!"
"But he's so damned good looking," Tina threw in, "that he can get it for nothing, just by looking sideways at nearly any woman in town. Why I've heard of women, and first-class ones at that, who've said flatly that they'd pay his way to Acapulco or any place, just to get a piece of his action!"
"He's a horny one, that's obvious enough," Ernie agreed. "I suppose we might try working some kind of a woman dodge on him. Doesn't have much hope though; he knows all our people and he's too smart not to spot one of them for a plant. Let's leave it for a while and let our minds ferment."
Marcia looked up to see Judy beckoning to her from the kitchen area. When she went over to the girl, Judy led her back into a corner of the kitchen, saying that she wanted to talk about something "very private."
"What's on your mind?" Marcia inquired.
"It's Sherry," Judy whispered, looking around furtively to ensure that no one was listening to them. "Remember what she said about wanting women? And how she said that you didn't have to do without getting that full feeling, like you do with a man?"
"Yes, but I don't know quite what she meant," Marcia replied. "Unless maybe she was thinking of using her fingers, something like that, perhaps."
"No, I've seen something," Judy said. "I was back in her bedroom just now and she had a genuine artificial prick! It fastens on her with belts and straps and sticks out just like a real one, on a man, I mean! It's made out of rubber or plastic or something like that and wow-ee, is it ever big! Must be ten inches long at least!"
"Do you want to try it with her?" Marcia asked, suddenly getting a hint of what Judy was driving at. "Is that what you want?"
"I don't know," the girl answered. "I think it might be fun to do all those things with a girl for a change, but I'm afraid that it might make a Lesbian out of me!"
Marcia pooh-poohed the idea, pointing out that both Tina and Sherry apparently loved playing games with women, yet both were also abundantly fond of the opposite sex as well. Judy found this reassuring and decided that she would try it, just for a new experience, if nothing else.
"If it's good, I'll tell you all about it," she promised, "and maybe we could try it too, huh? Gee, I'd just love kissing you on the cunt, now that you've shaved off all your hair! I think that's ten times groovier than when they're all hairy and fuzzy, like mine."
Marcia could not reply to this astounding proposal, which took her breath away with its audacity, but Judy did not wait for a reply. She skipped out of the kitchen, her pert, conical breasts bobbing happily, and dashed into the bedroom portion of the lodge in search of Sherry. Marcia deliberated for a moment, half inclined to go search them out and eavesdrop upon Lesbian lovcmaking, but decided against it. Instead, she returned to the living room.
There she found a curious sight, indeed. Tina had dropped to her knees in front of Tim and had taken nearly all his lust-engorged prick into her hungry mouth. Her head moved around slowly as she rubbed the knobby head of his prick into every corner of her mouth and stroked its shaft with her tongue. Tim's contorted face showed, clearer than any words could have done, the extreme and savage joy he found being in her mouth. Ernie had slipped to the floor and moved into a position allowing him to slip his head in between his wife's trim, shapely thighs. He was devouring her naked pussy at the same time that she was in turn mouthing the prick of another man! Even more curious, Marcia thought, was the way Blair had also stretched out on the floor and fastened his own mouth to Ernie's prick! For the first time in her life, she was seeing one man make love to another. Blair's energetic movements suggested strongly that he was no stranger to that particular perversion.
Marcia's eye caught a flicker of movement off to one side. She looked over and saw Ricky waving her toward him. When she joined him, he asked her if she would join him in completing the daisy chain, a thought that struck her as erotic in the extreme.
"Good, let's do it," he said, seeing her acquiescence. "Would you rather eat me or Blair? Why not try Blair? I don't think you've sucked him before, though I'll do it if you'd rather go down on me. Hell I don't care; I'd almost as soon suck a dick as a pussy anyway!"
Marcia said that she would have a go at Blair's stiff prick, though she marveled at Ricky's statement of his willingness to take it himself. Was there no one here, she thought to herself, who did not indulge in perverted activities? Even as she framed the question to herself, she recognized wryly that she was not much of an exception; giving intimate oral caresses to a man while her husband was being similarly served by a second woman not five feet away! Moreover, she saw that she would not be neglected, since Ricky was positioning himself so that his face would slide between her thighs and nuzzle against her own throbbing, volcanic pussy!
The sextet stayed locked together, chained in their oral connection, for nearly an hour. Each of them experienced one or more orgasms during the long period of frantic sucking, but nobody broke the connection. Marcia felt Blair tense up and then explode furiously, drenching her mouth with several spurts of his flavorful spunk, and she twice thrust her heaving cunt into Ricky's face to extract added joy from her own orgiastic excess.
Ernie ended it by crawling out from under Tina's quivering haunches, rubbing his neck gingerly and exclaiming on the uncomfortable position he had assumed. When Tina indignantly inquired if he had gotten his money's worth, he assured her that her pussy was better than ever, especially since Blair was so adept at serving his own prick, but that after an hour even a wonderful thing got to be too much.
It was nearly eleven o'clock by that time and no one was in a mood for any further activity in the sexual line. They lay sprawled out on the carpet for a time, recovering their strength and talking quietly of the wondrous joy of sex. Marcia looked up after a while and saw Judy walk into the living room, escorted by Sherry. Judy's face had a glow; contentment and happiness radiated from her, and Sherry had a triumphant smirk on her own face. Marcia decided that Sherry must have shown the girl a very good time indeed.
Judy herself corroborated this surmise. She settled down beside Marcia and began telling of the event, sparing no detail and becoming highly enthusiastic as she talked. Sherry had kissed and caressed her lightly, she said, until she felt like a tightly coiled spring, ready to unwind at the slightest touch. Then, once she had been raised to the proper sensual pitch, Sherry had strapped on her artificial prick and had slowly, teasingly worked it into her body, sending her tortured senses spiraling off into a wonderland of climactic ecstasy which had seemed interminable.
"Really, I've never felt anything quite like it," Judy insisted. "I mean, I've come several times in a row with guys before, but this, it was just unreal! Pow! Bam! Wham! Again and again, and each time it was like ten times better than the one before! Honest, Marcia, by the time she got off me I thought my pussy and cunt had turned to pulp!"
"It sounds like a real great experience," Marcia observed, not quite sure what to make of this rave review.
"I wish there were words to express it," Judy declared. "And then, after she'd just about fucked me out of my mind, she slid down between my legs and sucked me off, just once, but oh! so sweet and gentle! Really, you'll have to try it!"
"But not today, sweets," Sherry broke in.
She had wandered over to where they were sitting and caught the last of Judy's remarks. Marcia, sitting in front of her as she squatted down, noticed with a sudden thrill of interest the way Sherry's pussy lips hung down from the fat, outer fold of womanly flesh-the thought of taking those juicy, tender flaps into her mouth immediately struck her with a tearing, sensual jolt.
"You see, it's only occasionally that I really get a yen for making it with a woman," Sherry explained, "and this hot-tailed little wench here just took it all out of me for a while! But I'll tell you this, Marcia, if I were to take you to bed with me, I'd do it entirely different. With you, I think, I'd start off with a nice round of sixty-nine, just to get the taste of you firmly in my mouth. Then I'd put on my prick and I'd turn you over, so I could run my prick up into your ass-hole! I think that's what would work best with you, my dear!"
Marcia thrilled at these bawdy, incredible words. She wanted to leap up and insist that Sherry put them into practice immediately, but she dared not risk a refusal. Instead, she murmured that she would look forward to it with interest and curiosity.
"Hey, what is this?" came a gruff, masculine voice. "Sherry, are you over here trying to make a queer out of Marcia and Judy?"
Ernie loomed over them. His smile belied the harshness of his words and no one took offense at them. Sherry denied the charge, though Judy stuck up for her experience and swore that she had never been pleased as thoroughly as by Sherry.
"Humph, that's a--likely story," he scoffed. "Marcia, I need to talk to you for a while. Would you like to go into the back with me? And would you lovebirds pardon us for a bit?"
Marcia took his outstretched hand and was pulled to her feet. She looked around for Tim, who was nowhere in sight, then followed Ernie off into the bedroom portion of the house. He marched her straight into the master bedroom, closing the door firmly behind them.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" she asked, looking at him curiously.
"I've been wanting you ever since I first saw you," he muttered fiercely, "and this is the first real chance I've had. I want you under me, on that bed, with your legs wrapped around me and your cunt grabbing at my prick!"
X
Though she had been living for the past eighteen hours in a scene of the utmost depravity, where advanced masters of erotic play had freely sported without restraint, Marcia now felt a new surge of desire upon hearing these words. Perhaps it was simply the novelty of being in a bedroom with a man, alone, instead of thrown together with a group, or perhaps it was the intent way he looked at her, almost raping her with his gaze, that gave her this strongly sensual feeling. Whatever the explanation, Marcia felt her body come alive with lust.
For the first time, strangely enough, she noticed Ernie's fully erect prick. Though it could not have matched Tim's healthy woman-stabber in either length or girth, it had a brutal charm all its own. The curiously shaped weapon reminded her of a sword she had once seen in a museum, a pierce of Turkish steel which had an exaggerated curve to its sweeping, polished blade. Ernie's prick bent sharply to the left, so that the head could easily have been as much as two inches off-center. The naked head, almost blood red and perfectly conical, glowered at her menacingly.
"Yes, I've been wanting it too," she found herself saying. "I don't know what it is but you've created quite a furor inside me!"
Ernie said nothing, moving over to her and closing her mouth with his own. Marcia swept his prick between her legs with a quick motion of her hand. Clutching the hot, firm tool between her thighs and cradling it against the heated lips of her pussy, she let the surging flood of erotic zeal wash over her. Ernie's tongue probed far into her mouth, sending chills of anticipatory pleasure racing over her skin, and he ground his hairy chest into her aching, rock-hard nipples.
She obediently fell back upon the bed when he pushed her toward it, ready for his attack. Her thighs fell apart in a gesture of mute surrender. He leaned over her and stuffed the head of his prick into the pulpy lips of her pussy with a practiced ease. Marcia lifted her legs around him, rubbing the insides of her thighs along his flanks and groaning delightedly at the way his prick was forcing the rim of her cunt apart. Suddenly she conceived a strong desire for a brutal, piercing thrust.
"Shove it home," she gasped into his ear. "Quick! I want you to split me apart! Drive your cock in me, right up to the balls!"
Ernie gave her, her heart's desire, bending forward and slicing his way deep into that rotten-ripe, overheated tunnel of slick woman-flesh. Marcia screamed aloud at the overwhelming joy his piercing thrust gave her. It was as if she were a virgin again, being opened and plumbed for the first time. She herself was surprised at the sudden, violent way her body answered his driving presence, convulsing into a hard, quivering knot and then immediately disintegrating into a shuddering, sobbing, heaving mass of sensual pleasure that left her limp and nearly unconscious.
Marcia recovered her senses to find him still on her, still filling her cunt with his weirdly shaped instrument of lust. She smiled gratefully, exclaiming her wonder at the strange way her passion had overwhelmed her. Ernie lay on her for a few minutes more, exchanging compliments but not attempting to take advantage of her helpless condition. Indeed, Marcia found herself a trifle impatient with him for not being more insistent upon repeating his superlative work.
"I was hoping that maybe you'd go for something a little different," he told her, when she made her wishes known. "Tina said she'd be in presently and we were wondering if maybe you wouldn't like to experiment a little, perhaps try a little two-on-one or something of the sort."
"Two-on-one?" Marcia repeated, looking blankly at him.
"Sure, you know, where a guy and a girl work on a second girl," Ernie explained. "Tina's just extra hot for you, you know, and she'd really like to try something with you."
That would indeed be a turnabout, Marcia said to herself as she digested the meaning of his remark. To make love with the woman who so recently bedded your own husband down, while she was being aided and abetted by her husband! Marcia could hardly keep from laughing, the idea seemed so preposterous, yet Ernie's voice had been entirely serious.
"Aha! So you've already been at it, have you?"
Tina's voice, gently chiding, broke into her musings. She looked up and saw her standing beside the bed, utterly naked with her smooth love-mound and barbered pussy blatantly displayed. Tina looked down fondly at them, as if nothing could please her more than for her husband to be plowing another woman's furrow!
"I was just mentioning that you hoped to join us," Ernie remarked. "But I'm not sure that Marcia is really far enough along for that kind of sport. She didn't seem to be too enthusiastic about it."
"Oh, what a shame," Tina cried, leaning over and looking reprovingly at Marcia. "Really, I thought maybe you and I might get a good thing going. I heard what Sherry said to you a while ago, about wanting to get her prick on and feed it up your ass. I persuaded her to let me borrow it just so I could do it to you myself. Really, Marcia, won't you give it a second thought? I know we could have a world of fun together and I'd just love to be the one who turns you on to it! Why, we might even get Ernie here to jump in and make it a threesome!"
Marcia gasped with surprise at the baldly stated proposal. She could scarcely force herself to speak. However, as she hemmed and hawed, trying to find a polite way of backing out of the sticky situation, she came to realize that she did not want out of it! Rather, to her considerable surprise, she found herself toying with the idea of accepting Tina's bizarre suggestion. The more she considered it, the more appealing it became. Perhaps it was the open, beguiling way that Tina made her wishes known, as if they were the most natural thing in the world, or maybe it was because she was drugged with lust and incapable of reasoning properly, but she found herself giving in to the obscene suggestion.
"All right," she said to the delight of Tina and Ernie, "I'll go along with you. But I warn you, I'm a complete novice at this sort of thing. You'll have to teach me everything."
Tina vowed that teaching was at least half the pleasure and swore that she would be as patient as Job himself. She moved away to get the gadget she had borrowed from Sherry but then turned again to the bed where Marcia and Ernie were still coupled.
"Please, may I have a treat first?" she asked, sinking down beside them. "I'd love to suck your pussy good right now, when you're reeking and dripping with Ernie's come! It's so great, licking his come out of a freshly fucked pussy when it's still hot and moist! You might think I'm weird, but believe me, it's a rare treat!"
"I might as well go all the way," Marcia muttered, blushing with shame at her eagerness to experience every form of perverted lust, but thoroughly willing to try whatever Tina or Ernie could dream up. "I've never even had a woman do that to me before, so you'll be the first to do that too!"
Tina crowed with delight at her good luck and urged Ernie to withdraw quickly, so that she could begin her lascivious work. She knelt beside Marcia's hips, poised to leap into the space between her thighs as soon as Ernie cleared her body. He waited until she was ready and, given the signal to pull out, lifted himself off Marcia's body. She sighed deeply as the thick prick slid easily out of her tight, wet cunt, giving her almost as much pleasure as when he first thrust it into her, but that pleasure was immediately followed by one even more thrilling and exciting.
Marcia's pussy had not even begun to close when Tina's lips fastened onto her; not even a dribble of sperm had oozed from the mouth of her cunt when Tina closed upon that tender trap, her tongue darting forth to lick the creamy spunk which lay in the pink tunnel. Marcia cried out in anguished delight at the sudden, violent pleasure she felt from the woman's lips and tongue. She had often been kissed there, of course, but rarely in so gentle or knowing a way. Perhaps, she thought dimly in one corner of her mind, there, was something to the Lesbians' ancient boast, that only a woman really knew how to make love to another woman!
Marcia opened her eyes to find Ernie kneeling beside her head, offering her his prick, which was still shining and wet from his and her orgiastic effluvia. Without even considering the impropriety of so depraved an act, she opened her lips and accepted the tasty, juicy morsel, reveling in the mingled taste of sperm and, as she privately referred to it, "pussy drip." Tina's energetic kisses and sucking action raised a series of loud, suggestive slurps from between her thighs as she drew out as much of Ernie's masculine discharge as she could. Marcia felt the walls of her cunt strongly contract, when Tina began literally sucking at the vaginal opening. She ground her pussy into the woman's face and was well on her way to another climax when Tina drew away.
"I think it would be better if we kept it back," she explained, "so that you could get your first Lesbian come in another way. Don't worry, I'll suck you off plenty, but I'd rather do it this way first. I'll be right back, darling, don't worry about that!"
Marcia removed her mouth from Ernie's prick and craned her neck to follow Tina's path over to a dressing table. She saw the woman pick up a heavy, elongated lube, complete with a weird array of straps and buckles, and walk back towards her. She carefully eyed the dildo as Tina strapped it on. It appeared to be made of white plastic, almost an exact replica of a phallus, except for a series of deeply carved ridges which cut across the shaft of the lewd instrument. It even had a rounded protuberance at the base of the thick shaft, reminiscent of a pair of balls. The phallic part of the tool was easily the size of Tim's prick, perhaps even larger, and Marcia felt her pussy begin to throb as she imagined the joy of being pierced by its great length while holding Tina in her arms and legs.
"It's just the same as with a man," Tina purred huskily when she finished strapping the dildo onto her loins, "except that at the end you won't feel it jump and spurt out the come. That's tin; only drawback to this sort of tool. There are some, you know, that have a little bag hooked on, with a rubber bulb so you can fill it up with cream or oil or something like that. When the girl's about to blow her cunt out, you can start squirting the stuff into her. Those are about the ultimate, I suppose. But I think you'll find that this is very nice."
Tina placed herself between Marcia's thighs, just as Ernie had done, and lodged the nub of her "prick" into the same juicy crevice that her husband had used with such telling effect. Marcia groaned audibly, already feeling the strong sensual waves sweep over her flesh as the head of the "prick" separated the swollen lips of her pussy and probed the taut rim of her cunt. Tina smiled heartily at that, knowing that the girl was already finding the Lesbian experience a good one.
She leaned forward, resting her weight on her knees and elbows and cradling Marcia's tingling breasts in her hands. She used her fingers to knead the rosy, stiff nipples, bringing a cry of exquisite pleasure to the girl's straining lips. At the same time she began rotating her hips in a slow, sensual grind, causing the knobby tip of her "prick" to roll around the rim of her cunt in a way that threatened to bring her senses to an immediate and crushing explosion.
"Give it to me," Marcia whimpered, lusting for the searing joy of being split by the sturdy tool. "Run that thing into my cunt, so that I can come all over you!"
"Easy, darling, easy," Tina counselled. "Make it last a while, then it'll be better. Here, I'll hold it up like this and you hold me with your legs, so you can reach out and grab it with your cunt!"
Marcia did just that, lurching upward and forcing two inches of the heavy instrument into her tortured love-canal. The piercing sensation was almost restroom much to bear, though she did not disengage herself from the terrible tool. She hung there, trembling mightily and gathering her nerve for another lurch that would send more of Tina's "prick" slithering into her heated cunt. Another thrust upward with her loins, and she had swallowed half the tool with her cunt. The sharp, deep ridges which some crafty hand had sculpted into the "prick's" shaft now bore heavily against her soft, tender flesh, causing her to sob and moan in ecstasy as Tina drew the heavy shaft back and forth.
Tina, feeling the girl hanging on the brink of a tumultuous climax, had begun bobbing her hips, just as if she were a man, so that the plastic "prick" whipped in and out of Marcia's teeming cunt. She bent her head down to gather up one of the girl's rock-hard nipples into her mouth, sucking and tonguing the conical tip until Marcia gave a loud cry and fell back on the bed, unable to work her tortured body against the pleasure-dealing staff which Tina continued to pump into her cunt.
Ernie watched the women fuck each other with a shrewd, careful eye. He loved to see Tina take a woman through her paces, teaching her every trick of the game. Marcia, he decided quickly, was one of the better students. She quickly adapted herself to Tina's suggestions, which became more and more depraved and involved, until finally Tina topped them all by suggesting that Marcia allow herslef to be both fucked and sodomized simultaneously!
"Sure, sounds like fun," Marcia mumbled, half-drunk with her accumulated lust, but willing to investigate every possibility.
Tina decreed that she should straddle Ernie, taking his distended prick into her cunt, and that the artificial prick should have the honor of plumbing her ass. Marcia agreed to it all, eager to get into the complicated posture that would be required, and soon had Ernie's swollen love-spike stuffed into her pulpy cunt. She never knew how Tina managed fitting herself into the jumble of legs behind her rump but she managed somehow. She soon felt the knob of that "prick", now slimy with her accumulated lust and its effusions, probing gently but insistently at her ass-hole.
"This may hurt a little," Tina cautioned her, "especially at first, since Ernie's already got you stretched pretty tight with that cock of his, but I think you'll find that it's good after a moment or two."
"Just give it to me," Marcia begged, eager now to be double impaled by husband and wife. "I'll take it or die trying!"
The entrance was less trouble than Tina had imagined, though Marcia still cried out sharply when the first thrust sent the broad, flaring head of the "prick" nudging into her tight, strained anus. In less than the moment which Tina had specified, however, she felt the searing, darting pain give way to a deep, sensual glow which mounted higher and higher. Each thrust of the two spikes sent her head reeling even further while her powerful passion tied her belly into a hard knot of sexual tension. Each sensation raised her temperature higher until it seemed that she would surely burst before being released into a cloudland of ecstasy. Marcia groaned and sobbed her desire, twisting her loins furiously and rubbing herself against both her lovers in an effort to bring her flesh to one more gushing tribute of love and satisfaction.
The orgasm came with a jolting suddenness that left her gasping for breath, unable to move, even to heighten the sensitivity of her body. Time after time, she gulped and cried out piteously, feeling her loins turn into hot, quivering jelly as the dual prongs dug deep into her most sensitive parts and drove her on to yet more excesses of feeling.
It was a long time before Marcia recovered consciousness after her last glorious climax. When she came to, it was to find Tina and Ernie locked in a lover's embrace, except that Ernie was beneath his wife and she was now drilling her "prick" into his anus while stroking his twisted prick with her hands. As Marcia watched with wide eyes, Ernie shuddered heavily and began to squirt out a few tired droplets of sperm onto his belly. Clearly, his excesses of the morning had robbed him of the power to ejaculate fully, so that there was only a faint replica of the usual flooding discharge.
It was then, while watching them sport together in their unusual ways, that Marcia had her great idea. She sat up suddenly, astounded at the simplicity of it and angry with herself for not having thought of it sooner.
"I've got it," she cried out, "I've got the answer to your problem!"
Ernie was too much taken by the violence of his climax, weak and puny though its discharge was, to pay much attention to her, but Tina, ever alert, quickly separated herself from her husband and sat back to look quizzically at the girl.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "What problem?"
"To your problem of how to get to Wallace," Marcia said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "I'll do it myself! He doesn't know me so he won't suspect a thing. I can work on him myself!"
Tina agreed that she would be a natural for the job and began to prod Ernie, telling him to catch hold of himself and pay attention to what Marcia was saying. Once he realized that his design had succeeded and that Marcia of her own free will had chosen to play the role he had set up for her, he congratulated her on her willingness to help out the firm.
"That's a very noble thing you're offering to do," he said, never giving her a hint of his long-term design to bring her to exactly that point, "and don't think we won't appreciate it. In fact, I'll see to it that Tim is very handsomely rewarded for his part in this, as well as a tidy bundle for you too!"
"Oh, Tim doesn't know what I've decided," Marcia hastened to inform him. "I don't know, but somehow I think I might ought not to tell him-I have a feeling that he might think it was pretty bad. I'd just as soon he didn't know what I was planning to do."
Tina agreed that she was probably right, observing that husbands were sometimes very sensitive about progressing in their careers through the use of their wives' bodies, and they promised to tell no one of Marcia's decision to help out. They congratulated themselves on arriving at a very sensible and promising solution to a most pressing problem. Marcia was so happy with herself that she bounded from the bed, forgetting her tired limbs and aching body, and ran out to find Tim. Ernie and Tina, left behind, looked at each other with elation.
"Well, Mister Machiavelli," Tina murmured, gazing fondly at her astute husband, "it couldn't have worked out much better than it has, I suppose!"
"Yes, now all she has to do is arouse Wallace's interest and start pumping him for information," Ernie agreed. "I'm not sure but what that might be the hardest part of all-getting the information out of him, I mean."
XI
Getting the required information out of Wallace proved to be far easier than getting into bed with him, Marcia discovered. To begin with, he was a rank individualist, disdaining the usual bars and restaurants frequented by the advertising crowd. Moreover, he was inconsistent-he might patronize a particular bar for a month and then drop it completely, never returning.
Marcia adopted the tactic suggested by Ernie and Tina. She lunched at various places, hoping that Wallace would appear and that she would catch his eye. Once that happened, they were sure his Casanova complex would take over and the mission would then move into phase two, the bedroom phase. Marcia welcomed this plan, since it meant that she could devote the middle part of her day to the task at hand, ensuring that she would be home when Tim returned. Had the plan called for her to frequent late afternoon drinking spots, she would have found it much more difficult to implement the scheme, since this would have forced her into drinking-which she ordinarily avoided-and would also have alerted Tim to the fact that she was behaving in a very odd fashion. Above all, she did not want to arouse his interest or suspicion, since she strongly suspected that he would have forbidden her participation in the scheme.
Marcia lunched in a variety of places, some interesting and some very much the opposite, before Ernie called her up one morning and reported a rumor that Wallace was currently favoring an Italian restaurant down near the river that bisected the city. She looked up the address, found that it was in a moderately fashionable part of the city, and began dressing. A taxi took her to the address and she was quickly seated at a small table. After ordering, she looked around the room but failed to see Wallace in the crowd. She ordered a glass of white wine as an appetizer and as she waited for it, checked her dress to make sure that it showed exactly what she wanted to show.
She had chosen an ultra-short dress, one that would display an overly generous expanse of her shapely thighs while also doing complete justice to her high-rising breasts. A very sharp outfit, she told herself, and just the thing to catch the eye of a man who lived for women. When she looked up at the waiter, who was placing her wine before her, her eye caught a glimpse of a man being seated at a table directly in front of her-Wallace! There was no mistaking his curly brown hair or the jagged scar that made his face seem more interesting than the ordinary pretty boy. Ernie and Tina had shown her a sheaf of photos, taken at different times and depicting him in a variety of moods and activities. There was no mistake about the identification. Marcia crossed her legs, knowing that this would give the maximum exposure to her pretty thighs, and hoped for the best.
Her hopes were quickly answered. When she lifted her eyes, as if by chance, and looked directly at him, he lifted his glass and silently toasted her. She smiled, a trifle embarrassed, but bobbed her head encouragingly. Wallace, losing no time, came over to her table.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, careless and assured of himself. "No reason for both of us to have lunch alone, is there?"
"Really, I don't think I should," she began, blushing and trying to act the part of the embarrassed lady who is interested but afraid of showing it.
Wallace introduced himself and sat down anyway, brushing aside her objections and assuring her of his good faith. Marcia found herself warming to his roguish charm, being attracted by his frank and blatant appraisal of her looks and body.
("He's not one to beat around the bush," Tina had told her, relating her own experience with the man. "He's out for a good lay and he doesn't hide it a bit!")
Marcia admitted to herself that she had never been hustled so quickly, or so thoroughly, even though it was the most brazen kind of hustling. Scarcely before she knew what was happening, and as soon as the lunch had been eaten, she found herself being escorted from the restaurant, Wallace's hand guiding her out the front door.
"But where ... where are we going?" she asked, pretending a dismay that she actually felt more than a little.
"To my apartment, of course," he told her, hiding nothing. "I don't have to be back at work till four o'clock or so, or even later if I choose, so why not take out a few hours for fun and games?"
Marcia allowed herself to be seated in his crimson sports car and within a few minutes they were roaring to a halt in front of his apartment building. As they ascended the elevator, she remembered something Tina had told her when they had been discussing ways of handling "the Wallace problem," as they had come to refer to it.
"He doesn't like to horse around with the big seduction scene," she had said. "He--likes to come straight to the point. I imagine he'll let you into his apartment, say 'the bedroom's that way,' and let you lead the way. He'll undress himself and expect you to do the same. And remember, darling, he loves for a girl to rave about his prick-though when you see it, I imagine that you'll do that naturally enough!"
Marcia had warned her that he was exceptionally well equipped, outdistancing even Tim in that respect, and that he had clearly absolute control over it. She mentioned specifically that he could pump away for amazingly long periods without once losing that control, but that when he chose, he could loose a flood of semen that would irrigate the biggest, emptiest womb. Marcia frankly found herself looking forward to such a paragon of sexuality.
"The bedroom's that way," Wallace told her as she walked into the apartment before him.
("Score one for Tina," Marcia giggled to herself as she crossed the living room.)
The apartment was exceptionally neat, for a bachelor establishment. Even the bed was made! Marcia dropped her handbag and gloves on the dressing table and turned to look at her "seducer." He was already out of his jacket and tie, unbuttoning his shirt and looking at her with a fond interest. She hastened to unzip her dress and pull it off. Wallace's eyes lit up with new interest when he saw her frilly bra cupping her full breasts into luscious mounds, and the black garter belt holding up her hose. She unhooked the bra and cast it aside, glorying in the way his eyes feasted on her finely sculpted breasts, and then pulled her wispy panties down over her thighs.
"Shall I take these off too?" she asked, fingering the garter belt and stockings, "or would you rather I leave them on?"
"Which do you prefer?" he asked, bending over to untie his shoes.
"Mmmmm, I think it might be more exciting with them on," she said. "Rather a kinky effect, I guess. Would that make it a bit more interesting, do you think?"
"That's the sort of thing which ought to be put to the test," he answered, smiling at her with lust gleaming in his eyes.
Wallace had stripped down to his shorts. These now joined his other clothes on the chair beside the bed. Marcia gasped with shock at seeing his prick, which fully lived up to what she had heard about it. Though the sullen spike was only half-erect, it gave promise of growing into a monumental prick, one that would test the mettle of any woman, no matter how experienced in lewdness she might be. Wallace was uncircumcised and the foreskin puckered over the arrow-tipped shaft in a fascinating way. A pair of furry balls, nearly as large as tennis balls, hung low behind the slowly stiffening tube.
"What's the matter?" he asked, well knowing what had brought the expression of surprise to her face but enjoying it nevertheless.
"Your cock!" Marcia breathed. "It ... it's immense, simply incredible! I've never seen anything so huge!"
"Isn't your husband very well endowed?" he asked.
Marcia had told him, when he inquired, that she was married to an infantry Captain currently stationed in South Vietnam and that they had been separated about two months. Tina had suggested this as a story, claiming that Wallace's interest might be all the more aroused at the chance of having a young, shapely wife who was recently separated from her husband. She had argued that Wallace would reason that the separation would make the young wife all the more hungry for what he wanted to give her. Marcia found that Tina had very accurately diagnosed the man's mentality.
"I always thought so," Marcia said, running her tongue over her lips and allowing her interest to show. "But this, this is just another dimension altogether! I'm not even sure I can ... well, you know, manage as large a thing as that!"
"You won't have any trouble," he said with a laugh. "I'll make sure of that. And you needn't worry; I never take a woman before she's ready to have me. Come over to the bed here and I'll show you how I can, er, get you ready."
Marcia went over to join him. He pulled her down beside him and fastened his lips to hers, allowing his prick-now fully grown and iron-hard-to scrape against her belly. Marcia could not keep her hand from reaching down to grasp the terrible tool of love. She found that her fingers could barely encircle it and shuddered at the thought of having it shoved into her warm, wet cunt. Wallace raised his face off hers and surveyed her body, very clearly enjoying the prospect. She lay there, eager and warm, watching as he touched his lips to her fire-tipped nipples, sending shivers of desire running through her flesh. His lips wandered lower, raising gooseflesh over her belly. Then he rested his face on the tops of her thighs.
"like a little French?" he asked.
Marcia answered by spreading her legs slightly, as if to open herself to him. Wallace did not remark on the hairless condition of her cunt, which she had been shaving regularly. He accepted her offer of her lust-heated flesh and dove between her open thighs, plastering his mouth to the molten lips of her pussy as though they were water to a man dying of thirst. His very first touch convinced her that he was a master of the French arts. A thrust of his tongue and Marcia's head rocked with lusty passions, sensations which she rarely felt except in the throes of orgasm now poured out from her pussy in a steady stream. It seemed that Wallace's tongue was made of steel and was longer by far than any she had ever felt before-there was simply no end to it, she decided, as he repeatedly thrust it deeper and deeper into her wet cunt.
"Yes, you do like it," he murmured, lifting his head and looking up at her expectantly.
"Do you want me to do it to you?" Marcia asked, eager to try getting her mouth over his gigantic pole., Wallace answered by shoving his prick at her and rolling over onto his back. Marcia grasped the heavy brute between thumb and forefinger in order to strip off the skin hiding its broad head. The skin rolled back easily, exposing the pink tip of his prick. A single pearly drop of love-dew rested in the great flaring slit at the prick's very tip. Marcia stretched out her tongue and took the droplet from the slit, eager to taste of his manly essence. The rank, salty taste was overwhelmingly erotic and fired her lust to a pitch that was almost unendurable; it was only through iron self-control that she managed to keep from rolling onto her back and crying out for the final thrust at that very moment.
Marcia managed to control herself long enough to plaster the head of Wallace's prick with fervent, tongue-smacking kisses. She tried without success to get the great, silky-smooth knob into her mouth but its dimensions forbade her doing so. She contented herself with licking it thoroughly. After a few moments, he tired of her game and pressed her over onto her back. She lay spread and open to him, breathless and eager for his penetrating attack.
"You're lovely, you know that?" he grunted as he knelt between her arched knees. "And that smooth-shaven pussy, it just makes me want to fuck you all the more!"
"Do it," Marcia whispered. "I'm dying to feel that cock of yours ripping me apart. God, it's been so long since I've had a fuck, I think I'm going out of my mind for wanting a big, hard dick inside my cunt!"
"That's the way," he grunted approvingly. "I like a woman who digs all the salty language and says just what she thinks! Marcia, I think we're going to have a fine time together!"
With that, he nudged the swollen head of his rock-like prick into the mouth of her cunt, prying her moist, wet pussy lips apart and causing her to moan with lustful anticipation.
"Not too fast," she urged, tossing her head madly from side to side. "I'm afraid it will hurt me too much if you put it all in at once. Be gentle with me, please!"
"Don't worry," he assured her. "I won't give it to you a bit faster than you want to take it!"
He was faithful to his promise. Marcia marveled at his patience and willingness to proceed at her own speed. He could easily have plunged his massive implement to the bottom of her heated cunt. She could have offered no opposition to his thrust, since she was spread out and helpless. Instead he waited patiently for her to adjust to his immense size. The lips of her pussy glowed with sensual fervor and her internal glands pumped out quantities of the sweet, savory lubricant which would ease the passage for his king-sized prick. Marcia found herself gradually dilating to accommodate him and she hardly realized the moment when the broad head of his great prick popped into the taut rim of her eager cunt.
"Again!" she cried out desperately. "Put it in again. I love to feel you going into me!"
Wallace obliged her, withdrawing his gigantic prick and then repeating the deliciously sensual moment of entry into her body. Marcia ground her loins about the vast hulk of his prick, heaving out ecstatic sighs and grunts which assured him of her intense delight at the sensations his prick gave her. She felt her cunt being stretched to the utmost, knew that she was almost to the bursting point, but also realized that this great, burly hunk of man-flesh was lifting her to sexual heights she had never before imagined.
Stretched and stuffed as she had never been before, not even in her dreams, Marcia felt her loins tighten and then explode in a series of pulsating shocks that left her whimpering like a child. Wallace still had inserted only the head of his great tool into her body but she felt the exquisite pang of orgasm from head to foot. Rather than waiting for her to recover from her stirring experience, he proceeded at a faster pace, propelling her rapidly toward another climax.
It seemed, when Marcia thought about it later, that she was lifted from one plateau of orgiastic splendor to another, always by the mechanism of the thick, endless prick which she felt boring into her core. Wallace fucked on, paying no attention to her cries and screams of agonized lust, until at last Marcia felt his heavy, semen-packed balls scrape against the tender mouth of her anus. His pubic bone ground down hard against her clitoris and the lips of her pussy, still tingling and more alive than ever to the sensations he was giving her. She heaved herself upward, attempting to get her knees up under his armpits. This elevated her vaginal tunnel a trifle more and allowed his prick to slice a fraction further into the virginal, untested recesses of her ultra-sensitive flesh. She shrieked out a cry of victory and frantically rubbed her tingling pussy against the hard mass surrounding the base of his prick. It was then that Wallace loosed the lightning of his sperm, spurting out continuous jets of steaming hot spunk deep into the tenderest part of Marcia's cunt, the flesh never before touched by man. It felt as though a great, heated monster had suddenly come alive inside her, Marcia found, when his prick began to pump and swell. Every inch of her internal flesh felt the immense bludgeon move and jerk as the heavy vein in its base conveyed the hot sperm into her body; she collapsed in a heap of quivering woman-flesh, sobbing out incoherent sounds which could only be interpreted as signifying utter and total satisfaction.
Wallace rolled them both over onto their sides, so as to remove most of his weight from her. His prick, still huge even if it had lost much of its rigidity, still remained deep inside her heaving cunt. They lay that way for a long time, panting and trying to find words to express the wonder they had found in each other. Marcia at last gathered enough strength to move and, naturally enough, began bobbing and weaving her hips, grinding herself against the thick, manly presence that still filled her cunt with such wondrous effect.
Wallace lay there, allowing her to do most of the work. His prick, which had shrunk somewhat, responded to her slow, sensual grind and began to swell into new life; Marcia felt the great, terrible plunger spring into rigidity inside her and the sensation, together with her own exertions, was enough to bring her to another shuddering climax. After pausing for a few minutes, she repeated the operation, gasping out yet another hymn of lusty praise to the incredible wonder of Wallace's prick. Finally, when she gently berated him for not joining her in her successive orgasms, he informed her that her body had completely milked him dry and that it would be hours before he could again generate a spewing climax of the sort she had already experienced.
"Besides, I'm going to have to get to work pretty soon," he told her regretfully. "Sorry to run you off, but I've got to make a living."
"Oh? What do you do?" she inquired innocently enough.
Wallace refused to be drawn into a long conversation, stating simply that he "played games with advertising." He seemed interested enough to ask her if she would meet him for lunch again tomorrow, and of course Marcia agreed. That consoled her to the sorrowful necessity of releasing him, though she looked longingly at the dripping wet prick which he pulled from her body. A flood of semen immediately coursed from her loins, dousing her thighs and the bed with its lusty wetness. Wallace laughed and told her not to worry, that it would remind him later of the joy they had shared that afternoon.
They showered together and then dressed. Marcia found herself living as though in a dreamland, from that moment till the next afternoon. Tim noticed her preoccupation but could not get her to explain it satisfactorily. She assuaged his interest by taking him to bed, where she demonstrated to her own satisfaction that Wallace had been a great lover but that she could also derive a vast amount of pleasure from her own husband as well. In fact, the experience of making love to Tim, while remembering the awesome might of Wallace, inspired her into a performance which left them both speechless and exhausted.
Marcia met Wallace twice more before getting the essential information from him, which he volunteered as they were lying together after another superlative, spine-shattering session of total lust. The scheme was simple enough; a public relations campaign to enhance Haffner Metals' image in the local community, together with a series of conferences aimed at demonstrating the company's capabilities to the people who would be buying its products. Ernie heartily congratulated her when she brought him the information and promptly set his wheels into operation.
XII
"It'll go over like a drop of water at Niagara," Ernie chortled just before setting out for his meeting with the Haffner executives. "And Jarvis and Evans will never know what hit them!"
His prophecy was exactly true. He returned with a firm promise to look very closely at his shop's proposal, which he considered as good as an acceptance. Tina summoned Marcia to join the victory celebration, which was being held at their country estate. The entire office was going out for the massive party which might well last two or three days.
For Marcia, disaster came early at the party. Ernie, half drunk and totally elated, let a casual remark slip about their "owing it all to Marcia," a remark which Tim overheard, due to Ernie's carelessness. When he inquired into the meaning of the statement, Tina attempted to rescue the situation by taking him aside and gently informing him of Marcia's heroic work for the firm, assuring him that she had prostituted herself only for his good and that of the agency.
"It isn't as if she were really being unfaithful to you," Tina tried to argue. "I personally think that it was a faithfulness and devotion of a very unique kind and that you ought to love her all the more for it!"
"Love her all the more?" Tim cried, irate and almost livid with rage and humiliation. "After my own wife has turned herself into a slut, a cheap whore? What kind of argument is that? Why, it's degrading and shameful, that's what it is!"
"You didn't think it was degrading and shameful when you licked my pussy nearly off, did you?" Tina demanded, stirred to a quick, hot anger by his righteous stand. "Or when you were so hot to go sticking your dick into Judy and Sherry at that party? As well as me? And did you say a word when poor Marcia sat there and let Blair eat her cunt out? If I remember rightly, you were egging her on, as much as anything! No, Mr. Right, if you're going to come on like some old Sunday School teacher now, I think it's a bit too late!"
The fact that Tina had a powerful argument did nothing at all to allay Tim's outrage and shock at what Marcia had done. In fact, it probably made it worse, since it suggested that, if Marcia had done something wrong, he himself had a hand in pointing her in that direction! At any rate, Tim stamped off angrily and confronted Marcia, berating her and saying awful, shameful things to her. He was impervious to her pleas of devotion and love, desiring only to make her feel his shame and degradation. This Marcia stoutly refused to do, which probably provoked the final exchange between them.
"If you think I'm that bad, how can you stand to be married to me?" she declared after listening tearfully to another of his impassioned tirades.
"I don't know myself," he retorted. "In fact, I don't think that situation will exist much longer."
With that he turned from her and stalked toward the front door.
"And furthermore," he continued, turning to face the assembled crowd, "I'm damned sure that I don't want to be associated with such a filthy crew as this any longer! Ernie, you can take that as a resignation!"
With that he stormed out of the house, leaving them stunned and speechless. Tina led Marcia into a bedroom, attempting to console her. After a while Marcia recovered her equanimity, or enough of it to enable her to put on a good front, and agreed to rejoin the party.
"After all, if Tim's pulling out," she said, looking fondly at Tina, "that means that you're about the only friends I have left. I suppose I'd better try to make the best of it."
"Don't you worry," Tina assured her. "I'll see to it that you don't want for a thing. A girl with a level head and a quick mind like yours would be a definite asset to our operation. I know that Ernie agrees with me and that we'll find just the right place for you in our organization."
Marcia felt a rising tide of satisfaction at hearing this. At least some people recognized her capabilities, she told herself, and were willing to allow her to use them. She brightened up considerably and suggested to Tina that they rejoin the party, evidently picking up in tempo since Tim's outburst and departure. When they returned to the main part of the house, drinks were flowing and couples were dancing. Blair Jennings had a lanky blonde secretary cornered and was lazily rubbing his loins against hers. The girl, handsome in a striking, offkey way, slid the hem of her mini-skirt far up her thighs, enabling her to spread her knees wide and take his thrusting thigh between her own and rub her mound against it. Marcia quickly decided that no one was going to allow the breakup of her marriage to interfere with their celebration of the agency's good fortune.
Ricky had brought Sherry along and the girl flashed a welcoming smile to Marcia, getting one back in return. Marcia found herself remembering the exciting hours she had spent with Tina, exploring the possibilities of lovemaking between women, and promised herself that she would investigate Sherry's capabilities in that direction. However, Ernie caught her first, deflecting her in another direction.
Marcia assured him that she had recovered her composure and was willing to have a good time, regardless of Tim's gauche behavior. He congratulated her for not allowing herself to be defeated by someone's petty moralizing, assuring her that he would not forget her sterling work in their campaign to land the Haffner account.
"Tina tells me that you've got a good head on you," he said with a beaming smile, "and I know myself that you've got some other good parts too! With a combination like that, you can't help but be a winner!"
Lust openly gleamed from his dark eyes, and as he took her elbow in his hand, Marcia had no doubt where they were going or for what purpose.
She welcomed the blatant approach, in fact. Tim's tirade had hardened her desire to become a part of the office crowd and she wanted nothing more than to live up to their unusual standards. Ernie led her off to a secluded bedroom. When he attempted to unfasten the zipper at the back of her dress, Marcia pushed his hand away, telling him that she would rather give him a strip show-moreover, if they undressed themselves, they could be together in bed that much quicker.
"And that's what I want at this moment," she added, looking at him with desire. "To be flat on my back, with my legs around you and your cock rammed balls-deep into my cunt! I think a good, rousing screw would really make me feel a lot better about all this!"
She had no doubt that Ernie could supply just that, despite the great disparity between his prick and the monumental pussy-plunger which Wallace had taught her to love so dearly. While she might reach peaks of sensual enjoyment with Wallace which no other man could make her scale, she knew quite well that Ernie could satisfy nearly every lewd impulse she might have-if not through the size of his prick, then through the fertile, bawdy ingenuity of his mind.
"Do you mind if I leave my stockings and garter-belt on?" she asked, having stripped down to those two items. "I think it's a gas, sometimes, doing it that way. The feeling of my legs, all in nylon, rubbing over a man's back and thighs is just wild!"
"Sure, it'll add a little spice to it," Ernie agreed.
"In fact, why not put on these too? They'll really give it another dimension!"
With that, he reached into a drawer of the adjacent bureau and took out a pair of black nylon panties, skimpily cut; they were the most sexual garment Marcia had ever seen, chiefly because of the fact that they had no crotch! They were designed so that a long slit ran down the center of the crotch from front to rear, giving free access to her pussy, but also allowing her a feeling of being semi-clothed.
"Tina uses these sometimes," he said, extending them to her. "There's probably a lot of dried-up cunt and sperm on them; she never bothers to wash them. We rather like the rank effect it gives."
Marcia noted that the lacy edge of the cut-out crotch was indeed crusted with the dried residue of previous passion. She sniffed of them and caught a strong aroma, reminiscent of her own bed and body after a night of passion. Ernie smiled at her gesture and she quickly donned the obscene panties. Striding to the bed, where he sat waiting her with an eager air, she paused directly in front of him.
"On your back," she hissed fiercely. "I'm going to rub your face with my pussy before I get your cock in me; I'll wash your tongue off with my cunt!"
Her lewd words struck home and he obediently lay back. Marcia straddled his face with her thighs so that she could lower herself onto his willing mouth. Ernie parted the lacy edges of the panties with his fingers, baring the naked, smooth-shaven flesh which Marcia thrust at him, and lifted his lips to her nether lips. She took a long time with her pleasure, grinding her loins down into his mouth until she was on the verge of orgasm. Then she lifted her hips off so as to interrupt the passionate chain of events. Again and again she teased herself with his face, bringing her loins to within a hair's breadth of the tumultuous explosion she felt building up inside her and then averting it temporarily. When at last she clambered off his face and fell forward, belly downward, it seemed that the flesh of her cunt had nearly grown together, it was so clogged and swollen with her accumulated lust and desire.
Ernie saw that she wanted to be entered from the rear and placed himself over her accordingly. By spreading her legs wide, she opened the lips of her pussy and bared the tiny, tender crevice into which he must fit his quivering, rock-like prick. He lay carefully, fitting his dripping prick into those naked, sullen lips with a gentle touch, and then moved his hands up until he could reach under her and cradle her aching nipples in his fingers. Marcia steeled herself for the searing plunge of his cock, knowing that her cunt would resist his penetration, but that the resistance would make her pleasure all the more violent and enduring. Ernie grasped her hard, heated nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched hard, bringing a gasp of sensual pain to her lips.
"I think you're ripe to be fucked in a hurry," he grunted into her ear. "So I'm going to give it all to you at once!"
Marcia said nothing. When he delivered the twisting, piercing lunge, she lifted her hips slightly and clenched the muscles of her midsection into a tight ball. This made her love-tunnel all the more difficult to slice but Ernie's bull-like rush would not be denied. Slowly and grudgingly, but pleasurably, her cunt separated, cloven by his pole into a shimmering tube of ecstatic, lustful joy. Marcia's lips formed a silent shriek. The force of the penetration took her voice away and she wheezed heavily.
Ernie's energetic charge socketed the entire length of his hard prick in her cunt; even the hair surrounding his manly tool sent shivers of joy racing through her body when she felt the wiry fur scrape against her naked sex flesh. In an instant, Marcia was transformed into a shuddering mass of orgiastic woman, coming all over her lovely body and trying hard to thrust herself against Ernie's pressing weight. Her long preparation, her artful use of her body against his mouth paid off in a quick but prolonged and intensely violent orgasm. It also prepared Ernie for a quick discharge. Grunting passionately, he lay sprawled out atop her and shot his manly venom deep into her flesh. The scalding, oily sperm washed over her supersensitive cunt, sparking off a new series of lustful waves of pleasure and making her climax all the more memorable. For a long time they lay together, joined by their organs of desire. Marcia felt his prick quivering for a long time after the major part of his ejaculation had ceased and the slight movements met with a favorable response. Clutching down hard with the muscles of her abdomen, Marcia contrived to make her cunt grasp his gently moving prick in a way that brought cries of delighted joy from Ernie's mouth.
They separated after a time and when Marcia looked up, it was to see Tina and Sherry standing beside the bed. The pair looked down at them with interest, and Marcia knew that they were going to supplant Ernie in an attempt to make her forget her quarrel with Tim, an aim with which she heartily sympathized. There was a devilish look on Tina's face and Sherry contemplated her semi-naked body with frank, lustful interest.
"We thought we'd look in and see if maybe we could help out," Tina remarked. "I thought probably Ernie would be helping you to enjoy yourself but then there's no reason why we shouldn't do our bit too, is there?"
"Not a bit," Marcia purred, stirring herself and moving over to make room for them.
However, Tina had other plans. She moved down to the foot of the bed and knelt on it, aiming her lips straight for the frothy, semen-spattered furrow running down between Marcia's thighs. It seemed that the thought of being able to kiss and fondle a pussy which her husband had recently fucked had a great deal of erotic interest for her. Meanwhile, Sherry produced another version of her phallic device, this one equipped with a monstrous, caricature of a prick which would have rivaled even Wallace's for size, and began fastening it about her trim, beautiful body. Marcia's eyes noted, with a horrified fascination, a peculiar aspect of the shaft of the wicked-looking instrument Sherry was attaching. It was dotted with soft rubber spines, each about half an inch long, which stuck up at every angle, rather reminiscent of a porcupine's quills.
"It's a combination dildo and French tickler," Sherry explained, "very effective on women who have a lot of feeling deep down inside. I imagine you'll go wild when you feel it sliding into you, my dear!"
It was Tina who first felt the piercing joy of the lewdly shaped tool, however. She had assumed a dog-fashion position as she put her lips to Marcia's rapidly heating pussy, so that Sherry could probe into her own tingling cunt and anus with her deadly weapon. Ernie chortled happily at the sight and moved about so that he could have a clear view of every part of the perverted play. Marcia shuddered heavily as Tina's lips closed over the meaty, moist lips of her pussy, as the woman's lascivious tongue shot out and licked the mingled sperm and cunt oil from the deep carnal crevice. Her kisses and tonguing became even more active once Sherry had completed her preparations and had taken her stance at the foot of the bed, where she could drive her "prick" into the fragrant, feminine furrow shining from between Tina's spread thighs.
The quartet spent a long time in the bedroom, uninterrupted by any other visitors, and they used the time to give themselves a wide variety of pleasures, each more uninhibited and perverted than the one before it. Marcia was given a chance to use the curious tool and snapped it up. She fastened it onto her belly with Sherry's help and then fucked each of the girls, finding it highly diverting and quite exciting to play the man's role for a change. In particular, she enjoyed mounting Sherry's long, lovely body and feeling the girl's slender legs wrap around her flanks. But she also reversed the role, so to speak, and applied the strange tool to Ernie, who suddenly expressed a strong desire to have it shoved deep into his ass while Tina sucked his stiff prick once again. Sherry, not to be left out, slid her body into the action too and managed to arrange it so that Ernie could lick her well-used pussy at the same time. Thus all four of them were able to participate. As far as Marcia was concerned, it was four times better than normal.
At last they tired of their sport and decided to join the rest of the guests, if there were any left.-Marcia rose up from the bed, now rumpled and deeply stained with the effusions of their lust, and detached the dildo, handing it back to Sherry.
"I've got another model back at the apartment," Sherry said, an invitation gleaming from her eyes, "that's a double-headed affair-you shove one prong up your own cunt and then use the other on your mate. Wowee! What a time that thing will give you!"
"I'd love to find out more about it," Marcia replied, meaning every word of it.
"Let's all go back out to the living room," Ernie said, taking both Tina and Marcia into his arms, "so I can introduce the newest member of our firm! Marcia, this is going to be a fine relationship when you get into action with us down at the shop!"
As they went out into the corridor and headed toward the living room, still rocking with the sounds of merriment, Marcia had the distinct impression that she might well be stepping into a dramatically different phase of her life, one that would mean a great deal more excitement and pleasure for her.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Ernie cried as they walked into the big living room, now a scene of drunken debauchery and naked lust, "may I present Marcia, the newest member of the firm!"
