Angelica should have been the happiest eighteen year-old in the world as she stood naked before her mirror that morning, but instead she was a candidate for the title of unhappiest.
It was doubly ironic because just a week prior to the day, she had been given a title, Miss State Beauty Queen.
Her period had been due the day after the contest and when it didn't arrive, she wasn't worried, telling herself that all the excitement and tension had delayed it. But she ran out of reasons for the delay when it was a full week late, she had never gone that far over the limit in her life. Also, for the first time in her life, there was reason to fear pregnancy. Until a few weeks earlier, Angelica had lived up to her name and while she did a lot of petting with Chuck, the man in her life, the one she loved and with whom she talked about marriage, she had remained a virgin.
They were alone in her home that evening, her parents were out and wouldn't be home until the wee small hours of the morning. They had petted as usual and his hands had roved a lot, both were aroused even more than usual.
Chuck was jealous that she allowed so many men to admire her body in the bikinis she wore at the beach and in the revealing bathing suit she wore in the many beauty contests leading up to the state level, yet she refused to take her dress off and allow him to see her in bra and panties.
There had been a strong air of sexuality about the contests, having men admire her body and thighs, knowing what they were thinking and how they desired her body. More than once she had seen a hand slip into a pocket and move there as though adjusting the position of a stiff penis, the way Chuck did when they had been necking for a while and he got worked up.
When jealousy and anger didn't get Chuck what he wanted, he tried kisses and ardent pleas and then she melted and, while he watched, trembling with desire, she got off the couch, stood before him and took her dress off seductively, posing for him in a low cut bra and very skimpy, sheer, black nylon panties.
She wanted to put her dress back on after she had posed, front and rear, for him, but Chuck wanted a kiss first. It felt so good in his arms, feeling the form of his big penis pressing against her tummy, his tongue wet and exciting as it licked in her mouth, one hand on her bottom, pulling her more tightly against him.
And then they were on the couch again, her dress on the floor where she had dropped it. As they writhed and kissed and fondled, her left breast slipped out of the low-cut bra so easily and then it was in his hand and then in his mouth and he was sucking and licking, his hands so strong and thrilling as they fondled.
With one luscious, prize winning breast out, there seemed no reason to stop him doing the same with the other and it did seem more logical to let him unhook her bra so that the edge of the cup wouldn't dig into the sensitive globe which required a thirty-eight-C cup to contain it.
"Oh Jesus, darling," he groaned then, "you have to have the most beautiful tits in the world. They're so big and firm, my God, they're almost hard they're so firm," he panted as he fondled the two of them, then stopped talking as he fed one into his mouth and gave it a thrilling sucking and licking while he fondled the other part of the beautifully matched set.
Angelica thought she had known ecstasy before, but it was boredom compared to the feel of having her naked breasts so expertly fondled and sucked. Her whole body glowed with love and with desire, it was erotic intoxication, so strong that she was barely aware when his kisses moved down her tummy and she felt her lovely legs being raised and parted.
She groaned when she felt the first kiss on her sensitive inner thigh. She knew she should tell him to stop, but she couldn't find the words and didn't have the strength to utter them.
And then she shrieked aloud as she felt his mouth on the snug fitting crotch of her panties. Her hands balled into fists and pounded the couch as he licked and sucked alternately, seeming to melt the clinging nylon so that she could feel his lapping tongue right inside her slit where erotic fires raged.
Angelica was so intoxicated that when she felt her lover pulling her little panties down, her lush behind raised from the couch to help him do it. Her mind tried to tell her not to, but the rest of her body wasn't listening.
Dropping the wet panties to the floor, the young man raised and parted her prize winning legs and feasted his eyes on the greatest prize of all, one the judges hadn't seen, the tender pink lips of her virginal cunt.
His tongue licked a film of moisture over his lips, then his face hurried to her crotch. At the touch of his mouth on her vulva, Angelica jerked again and her shriek filled the room. At the sound of it, Chuck sucked the tender lips into his mouth and sucked as though he was trying to get all of her body into his mouth, crotch first.
When Chuck sent his tongue into her slit, there was another banshee wail from the naked beauty, then after he probed the tight passage for a while, he found her highly sensitized passion bud and began lapping it.
If it had been ecstasy for her before then, it was something else again as he lapped with the touch of a skilled lover, one who had eaten pussy pie before and knew just how to drive a woman out of her mind. With just a little more lapping on the tender clit, he drove her not just out of her mind, but out of this world, into a galaxy of whirling, flashing colored stars, with surf crashing on an unseen shore and angel choirs singing chants to their erotic, pagan gods.
As she jerked and threshed through her orgasm, Angelica was not aware that her lover had torn off his tee shirt, pushed his pants and briefs down and had his throbbing organ in his right hand, the skin pulled well back to display a swollen, almost purple head.
It was a working tool, a fucking tool and it was going to stretch her tight little port of entry into a giant O, then plunge on to tear through the barrier of her hymen. That six inches of tissue, tubing and muscle which felt like warm stone, would take her out of the "new" showroom and put her out on the "used woman" lot.
Her orgasm hadn't finished and her eyes were still closed when she felt it ram her and stretch her little slit as it had never been stretched.
"Oh no," she gasped. "NO ... NOOOOOOOO," she wailed, then her cry turned sharper and became out of intense pain as his tool broke through her tissue thin hymen on the first stroke, then he fed the full length of it into her, making her feel as though her body had been invaded by a pole, one which kept working in and out, stretching and filling her as his naked weight crushed her into the couch.
It was futile to resist, the way he was anchored in the warm cove of her cunt and his strong body crushed her down, so she didn't try. Besides, she told herself, it was much too late to even try.
Seconds later, she felt confirmation of that as her lover jerked and trembled in her crotch and she felt his semen shooting into her depths, semen which could, she realized with a thrill, bloat her beautiful body and fill it not with a penis shooting semen, but with a live thing, a baby.
After it was over, he apologized, but she couldn't let him take all the blame. It had begun, she realized, when she took her dress off for him and continued after he bared her breasts and sucked them. By the time her panties had vanished, they had already passed the point of no return, no man could have stopped then, Angelica told herself and him.
He assured her that virgins almost never get pregnant in the course of their first sexual outing and she tried to believe him, but it wasn't easy.
Angelica went on the pill the next day, a friendly doctor looking after that detail without bothering to inform her mother who would have been horrified that her innocent daughter would do such a thing.
But as day after bloodless day passed, Angelica became more and more convinced that they had locked the barn door long after the horse had gone galloping down the road.
At first, Chuck shrugged off her fears, telling her that she should let him do it again. "There's nothing like a long cock pumping in there to shake up a woman and turn her period on," he assured her.
It was an unscientific fact she hadn't heard before, but she was willing to try anything so she went to bed with him once more. She was too nervous to enjoy kissing or foreplay so he had her kneel on all fours, telling her his organ could get farther into her that way and shake her up where she needed to be shaken to knock the fertilized ovum off the wall of her womb.
'He wanted to prepare her organ with his mouth, to lubricate it so that his big penis would slip in more easily, but she couldn't let him, didn't want to feel his face in her crotch, didn't want to experience any pleasure.
He did the best he could do by wetting her slit with saliva and rubbing it around, then he was kneeling behind her and probing her crotch with his tool until he found the slit and pushed it in.
"I'll slip it to you gently until it's all the way in," Chuck told her, "then I'll take a good grip and really ride your beautiful ass fast. The rougher it is the better the chances of shaking you up real good and getting that old blood flowing."
He did as he had told her he would and gave her a rough ride with his penis pistoning in her depths and making her realize that under different circumstances, intercourse in that position could be wildly exciting. She looked at her lovely breasts, hanging pendulously and swaying excitingly as her lover rode her arched bottom like a wild stallion raping the mare of his choice.
And then he was pumping a strong charge of semen up into her troubled area, grunting and jerking against her buttocks as he drained himself.
But while Chuck had scored a second piece of tail, Angelica didn't get what she wanted and the emergency sanitary pad she carried in her purse remained there, unneeded and unused.
The next day, Angelica phoned her lover, told him her period still hadn't commenced and talked about marriage. That was when she received the second blow, one more cruel than the first.
"Are you out of your mind?" he replied. "Look, I still have a year to go in college, then I've got my career to think about. This is the atomic age, baby, girls look after themselves to make sure they don't get knocked up. I'm not getting trapped into any marriage that way."
Horrified at the sudden change in the man, she dropped the phone to the floor, fell on her bed and cried for a long time. When she stopped, because there were no tears left, the contemplated suicide, but before long she rejected that.
She considered abortion next, but had read too many stories about young women being butchered and bleeding to death. At that point, she realized she had just about run out of alternatives except for the obvious one of facing shame and the wrath of her parents as her beautiful body become bloated and ugly while an unwanted baby came into being in her belly, a baby which, she told herself, she would only be able to resent at birth, not love as a woman was supposed to love her baby.
Fighting to pull herself together, she wrote a letter to the organizers of the beauty pageant and resigned her title, giving emotional upset as the reason.
Angelica didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew she couldn't stand on stage in the Miss America contest and allow all those people to stare at her body with the unwanted baby growing in it.
CHAPTER TWO
Clay Harrigan, her boss, was a friendly, generous man in his mid forties. She knew he liked her and had big eyes for her. Although she didn't actively encourage him in that direction, she didn't protest when he stole glances at her thighs as she sat at the open front desk facing him, or when he looked down her neckline or brushed a hip or breast as he passed her.
Angelica considered that a good investment in getting along on the job. That way, he didn't get angry when she made a mistake. Following the same philosophy, she only giggled when, after he had pointed out a mistake to her, he gripped her around the waist, holding her under his left arm and gave her a smack on the seat of her tight skirt, his hand lingering there a fraction of a second, just giving the suggestion of a squeeze to her firm buttock.
After that, he often warned her, with a twinkle in his eye, that one of these days she was going to make one mistake too many and he would take her over his lap and spank her.
"I warn you, Angie," he went on, "if I have to do that, I'll do it just the way I spanked my own daughter when she needed, skirts over your back and panties down. I'll bet you have a sweet little target for a spanking."
When he gave her that warning, Angelica told herself she would never submit to that, if he ever became serious about it, but she wondered if she would accept a compromise such as taking a spanking through her slip and panties. It was a better paying job than she had hoped for and Clay was a wonderful boss. When she won the state beauty title, he had hugged her and given her a big raise. She knew that if she blew that job, she'd never get another one even close to being as good, not even as the resigned state beauty queen.
The story of her resignation made page one in the morning paper that day and Clay called her into his private office to talk to her about it. He was his usual charming, gentle self and she had carried her secret burden alone for too long. To her surprise, and to his, she broke down and told him everything.
He took her to the couch and sat beside her, her head on his chest and shoulder as she told him of the final blow, the way her lover had rejected her, blamed her for everything and refused to marry her.
"Look Angie," Clay told her in the most comforting tone he could find, "as for the guy, it's good that you found out what kind of a shit he is."
"But I don't want to have a baby," she wailed and he hugged her more tightly.
"You poor kid, you're not going to have a baby. My wife is going to take you to visit a woman, she'll give you a douche, mostly soap and water, your period will come, just like that."
Clay phoned his wife and she arrived within an hour. Angelica's eyes were dry then and she was able to see that Bette was a stunning, sophisticated beauty in her early thirties with a smile as warm as her husband's.
While they had waited for Bette, Clay had told Angelica that his wife wouldn't be shocked at all, that they were swingers and that nothing shocked them. In the car on their way to the appointment, Bette elaborated a little more on that theme, telling of their swinging friends and hinting that at weekend parties, husband and wife labels were removed and the name of the game was fun.
"It sounds like you and Clay really enjoy life," Angelica commented.
"That's what life is all about, dear, enjoy-enjoy. Isn't it silly," she went on. "Here we are, a pair of old folks, I'm thirty-one and Clay is forty-five. You, on the other hand, are a stunning beauty of nineteen, a beauty queen. Clay and I have tons of fun while you don't have any. You get one piece of tail and you're up the stump."
"All beauty and no brain, I guess," Angelica said, sadly.
"That isn't true, Angie. Clay is a pretty good judge of intelligence and he says you have plenty. I can see that too. It's just that we've had time to shake off all the silly taboos. We know where pleasure is and how to take it. If you're lucky, you'll learn too, before you get stuck with a husband, a bunch of kids and memories of the beautiful figure you used to have."
"Maybe when this is over, I'll smarten up. God, I thought he was everything, wedding bells, the house in the suburbs, the works."
"It's all a trap, Angie. Both Clay and I were married before but we escaped. Sure, we're married to each other, but it isn't the kind of marriage you had in mind. I think the first thing you should do is get away from family influence. You can't really start enjoying life when Mummy is waiting up for you when you come home at night."
And then they were at the house and Bette went in with her. They met a plump, great woman who told Angelica that her troubles were over, that there would be no pain and no danger.
"It's about as serious an operation as brushing your teeth," she added with a smile, then took the girl to another room.
When it was over and Angelica was putting her panties back on, she couldn't believe that anything as simple as that could end a pregnancy.
They drove to Bette's house and the girl was impressed by the look of wealth and of good taste. She phoned her mother to report that she would be spending the night at her employer's home and, as usual, left the number. As she did so, she knew Bette heard and felt ashamed of having to act like a child, giving Mummy the phone number so she could check. She recalled that the woman had said about getting away from home and vowed to do it.
The two women chatted, then went out for lunch. They ate a good meal in an exclusive restaurant, had a couple of drinks then returned to Bette's house. During the afternoon they chatted again and when Angelica showed an interest in swinging, Bette told her a lot more about it, this time not hinting, but in vivid, exciting detail.
"Understand, dear," Bette told her, "I'm not trying to lure you to our way of life. I'm just telling you how great it is and how much I think you'd enjoy it. You can be sure the men would flip at the sight of you, but what you may not have guessed is that the women would too."
"You mean ... like lesbians?"
"That's just a label, Angie. There are four other couples in our group. Five couples in all. You know how it is with a man, he goes off once and he's out of action for a long time. When one of us needs a partner, there's always another gal ready to hit the sack with her. Not only is it fun, but men love to watch a pair of bare naked gals working on each other, it helps them get worked up faster and gets them back into action."
"You mean you use your mouths on each other?" Angelica asked.
"Believe it baby, and it's yummy, both getting it and giving it. When your boyfriend got into your panties that night, did he go down on you?"
"Oh God yes. He drove me right out of my mind. He was still licking my clit when I came. I thought I'd fly apart."
"I know what you mean, honey, but when a woman goes down on you it's even better. A woman's body is smoother, she's more gentle and she understands what her partner wants and how she feels. In fact, if you weren't on the verge of your period, I'd offer to give you a sample."
A few minutes later, when Angelica went to the bathroom, she let out a shriek of joy as she saw that her period had commenced, her troubles were over. As she sat on the toilet, she thought of the many things Bette had told her and, fear having passed, felt wild excitement take its place and told herself that next day, she would begin taking the pill. She wasn't sure how far she was going to go, but she made up her mind she was going to sample life and make her decisions as she faced them.
Later, Bette said she was going to get ready to greet her husband. She was away for a long time and when she returned, Angelica gasped aloud at the sight of her. She wore a sheer black negligee through which Angelica saw she was wearing a low cut black bra and skimpily designed black panties which covered only a very small portion of well rounded buttocks. She also wore a black garter belt, dark, sheer nylons and high heels. It was the most exciting costume Angelica had ever seen.
"Do you usually dress like that to greet your husband?" she asked the smiling woman.
"Usually. Sometimes for variety, I greet him nude. Other times I may wear just garter belt and nylons, sometimes an open fur jacket, anything I can think of to make him get a hard-on at the sight of me."
"You're really something, Bette, and my God, you've got some body too."
"Thanks, dear. You see, my husband spends his days downtown where he sees all those horny young chicks in minis and hot pants and no bras and all that. When he gets home, I want him to see that his wife looks pretty good too."
"With the equipment you've got, I can see why it works."
"It works so well," the woman said with a grin, "that I often get my cunt lapped and get fucked before dinner. After that, if the meal is spoiled, we don't notice anyway."
They were still laughing when they heard Clay's car pulling into the driveway. They went to meet him and Angelica saw him smile at the sight of his wife. Closing the door behind him, he took her in his arms and they kissed passionately, obviously not bothered by the presence of their visitor. As he kissed her, Clay's hands fondled her lush buttocks and she sighed and squirmed against him.
Clay asked Angelica how she was and her eyes shone as she assured him the treatment had worked and she felt great. They went into the living room, Bette poured Martinis and sat with her husband on the couch. As she did, her negligee fell open to display a luscious thigh and Clay put a hand on it and rubbed gently.
"I have a feeling this is going to be one of those nights when dinner is late," Bette told Angelica who sat opposite them and saw the bulge in the front of Clay's pants.
"I see what you mean. Maybe I should go read a book or something and leave you lovebirds alone."
"Hell, you'll never find a book as interesting as what you can see here. Stick around, we love to have an audience, don't we, darling?"
"That's right, Angie," Bette told her, her tone low and husky. "If you've never watched a couple making out all ways, stick around. I think you'll find it more than a little bit exciting."
For a moment, Angelica thought they were kidding, but when Clay put his drink down and unfastened the sash of Bette's negligee, she knew they were very serious after all.
He pulled the garment wide open and Bette sighed as he began to fondle her breasts through the semi-cups of her bra, then reached around her to unhook it. Reaching over his wife, he pushed the negligee and bra off her arms and Angelica was surprised to see that Bette's big breasts were as firm as a teenager's, as firm looking as her own beauties and almost as big.
While she watched, Clay took the fleshy gourds in his hands and fondled them, then fed one into his wide open mouth and sucked greedily while his wife squirmed with passion.
"Oh lover," she groaned, "how you treat my tits. You do know how to suck tits and cunts and everything. Go lover man, suck me crazy."
As they continued to writhe all over the roomy couch, Bette rolled over onto her husband and fed a breast into his mouth. Her plump, beautifully rounded behind made the little triangle of nylon stretch until Angelica thought it would explode, but it didn't. She saw too how the nylon caressed her crotch and trembled with arousal.
Angelica had seen many naked female bodies in the change room at school before and after gym and swimming periods, but they had never excited her. What she felt then was a whole new thing though and, coupled with all the things Bette had told her earlier about lesbian love, she understood for the first time how a woman could make love with another woman instead of a man, saw how it could be a wildly exciting experience and sensed that it would not be long before Bette took her to bed and confirmed all that for her in the most direct possible manner.
"Angie, be a dear," Clay called to her as he held and rubbed the breast he had been sucking, "take her panties off before they catch fire."
"Yes, dear, do," Bette said with a catch in her voice as her husband resumed sucking her breasts and fondling them with both hands.
Angelica sat rooted for a few seconds, then when she got to her feet her knees were so weak with excitement that she feared she would fall. She went to the woman and caught the waistband of her panties with trembling fingers. With some difficulty, she stripped the garment down to Bette's bent knees then, impulsively, her hands went to the silken buttocks and she rubbed. They were well fleshed and silken smooth.
When she realized what she was doing and what the feel of the woman's body was doing to her, she removed her hands and worked the panties under Bette's knees and took them off. The nylon was warm as she held the panties in her hand and there was just a suggestion of moisture in the portion which had covered Bette's warm vulva.
Angelica felt disappointment when she saw the man get off the couch, then saw that it was only to strip. He stripped naked and she gasped at the sight of his stiff, twitching penis and the heavy sac of equipment below.
Bette was watching too and as she did, she kept a hand rubbing in the warmth of her crotch.
"Doesn't he have a beautiful cock, darling," Bette asked with a smile. "One of these days when he pushes it slowly up your tight little cunt, you'll know how beautiful it is."
Angelica trembled at that as she realized that the woman was serious and knew too that when the opportunity came, she would accept it. Once again, she wondered how far she was going to go into the strange world in which Clay and his wife lived.
And then the couple squirmed into a different position on the couch and Angelica saw Bette's legs go high in the air, her crotch wide open and looking wet and hot.
But it didn't stay open long as Clay filled it with his face and Angelica heard sounds of wet sucking. That went on for a while, then the sound ceased even though Clay's head was still moving in her crotch. Moving closer, Angelica bent to see that instead of sucking as he had been, Clay was licking his wife's clitoris as she groaned and sighed in obvious ecstasy.
Instantly, Angelica recalled the thrill of having a tongue lapping her there and she squirmed with desire as the man licked on until his wife climaxed with much threshing and groaning.
"Oh Angie, darling," she sighed then, "how this man of mine eats cunt. You must get him to go down on you as soon as your cunting season is open again."
Angelica didn't reply, but she knew she wanted that, knew instinctively that she would beg for it if he didn't offer to do it to her.
And then Bette parted and raised her legs again, drawing them back over her naked body. Tool in hand, Clay lowered himself onto her. Crouching beside the couch, Angelica watched as he brought the swollen head of his organ to his wife's slit, then stretched it into a wide circle as he pushed it in until it was buried to the hilt and she was groaning with desire.
He rose slowly and Angelica stared in fascination as his big instrument worked in and out, picking up moisture from the depths of her vagina so that it shone. When Angelica moved closer, she could hear an exciting squishing sound as hard cock worked in and out of juicy cunt. After a long time, Clay was stroking harder and faster, his strong body pounding in his wife's crotch.
Bette panted that she was coming, he gave her a few more fast strokes, then they were writhing and panting together in strong, delicious orgasm. Staring under Bette's arched bottom, Angelica saw the juice of their labors trickling from a slit which couldn't hold it all. Pressing her thighs together, she groaned with desire.
CHAPTER THREE
Angie woke to find that her period had finished and it was the brightest morning of her life. Even her name was new as she had decided to drop Angelica as being too virginal and innocent sounding.
But there were to be other, more important changes. Within a couple of days, her apartment would be ready. Clay was paying the rent for it for the first year and his wife was helping her furnish it and make it comfortable.
She was invited to spend the evening at their house and that, she decided would be the biggest change of all. She sensed that she would go to bed with both of them and that she would never be the same after.
As she dressed, she wondered what it would be like to press her face into a woman's crotch and suck and lick her cunt. Angie guessed there would be other acts as well and wondered what they would be and whether she would enjoy them all. The thought made her tremble so that she had difficulty fitting her lush breasts into the cups of her bra.
At the office, Clay greeted her warmly and she saw an exciting light in his eyes as he asked whether her period was finished and she told him it was. Both knew what that meant, but neither said anything about it and she wondered how excited he was.
When he went into his private office, Clay left the door open and she knew he was looking under her open front desk to see her thighs. She did nothing to hide them and as the morning passed and excitement kept growing for her, she raised the hem of her dress higher and gradually parted her thighs until she felt sure Clay could see the crotch of her panties.
Once, while he was talking on the phone and she saw his glance focus on her crotch, she put a hand there and rubbed gently, a look of passion on her face in case he happened to look in that direction.
Finishing the phone call, he told her he had to go out for a while and would be back after lunch. As he did, he rubbed at the front of his pants and called her a teasing bitch, but he said it with a grin and she gave him a warm smile in reply.
Clay returned to the office shortly after two and called her into his office. He closed the door behind her and she smelled that he had included drinks with his lunch, something unusual for him since he tended to save his drinking for evening hours. Despite his enjoyment of sex play, during business hours he tended to stick to business, the care and handling of his empire which he could cash in for millions at any time he chose.
But business was the furthest thing from his mind as he took Angie in his arms and kissed her with such passion that she felt the kiss right in her crotch and in her tummy.
When the kiss ended after her buttocks had been well fondled and her tummy had rubbed against the hard bulge of his erection, he went to sit on the couch and surprised her by having her stand in front of him.
"All right, Angie," he told her with a strange look on his face, "you teased me with your panties this morning, now do it again. Pull your dress up nice and slowly, all the way to your waist. I'm going to have a good look at your pretty little panties this time."
Trembling, wondering whether he was going to take her right there on the couch in the office, Angie took the hem of her dress in both hands and pulled it slowly upward, over the expanded tops of her nylons, then up over lush thighs, thighs which could have made her Miss America. When her panties came into view, she jerked the garment all the way up to her waist.
Angie posed that way for a little while, wondering why he didn't touch her, then she turned slowly around to show him a little of her magnificently rounded buttocks the sheer nylon panties covered.
She felt his hands then, but they were not fondling her as she had expected. Instead, they were pulling her panties down, all the way down until they were at her feet and he helped her step out of them.
Clay got up then and had her lie on her back on the couch, making her sure she was going to get then what she hadn't expected until they reached his home. On command, she bent her knees up and opened her hot crotch wide. Below the bushy crown of her mons veneris, her crotch was hairless and smooth, pink lips neat and smooth, seeming to pout a little as though silently begging for something to come between them and stretch them wide apart.
The man got on the couch then and she groaned as she saw him licking his lips. As his tongue moved between them, she wanted to cry out for him to lick that way down in her crotch, between her tender pink lips which were already working in a sucking motion.
She watched as his face approached her crotch, then she felt an exhalation of moist, warm breath right on her organ, his open mouth within an inch of it.
And then, to her surprise and frustration, the face drew back, a devilish grin on it. Kneeling up, he opened his fly, reached inside and, after a brief pause, pulled out his beautiful big penis. Still grinning, he pulled the foreskin farther back from the big head to reveal the pink neck of it.
"Want some, Angie?" he asked as he waved the hard rod at her and smiled. "Want to feel this big, still cock stretching your almost virginal little cunt?"
"Yes," she panted, "yes. Oh Jesus how I want it. I've never felt this way in my life. Oh Clay, I'm out of my mind. Give it to me. Stuff it into my cunt and fuck me until I die." As she groaned the words, her naked behind bounced up and down on the couch.
He lowered himself onto her, slowly, the head of his tool hitting her sensitive, silken inner thighs, then he put a hand between them and guided his organ downward so that it touched between the satiny globes of her buttocks.
Holding it, Clay drew it up slowly, all the way up, the velvet head rubbing her pouting lips until it reached the foliage of her generously fleshed mount of love. After it rubbed there, causing him to shudder as her belly fleece tickled the sensitive head, Clay sent it slowly back down to the center of her warm slit, gave a slow push and stretched her tight aperture as the head pushed in. He left if there for about a minute, then groaned as he pulled it out and knelt in her wide open crotch.
"Jesus, what a sweet, tight little cunt," he told her, then put his stiff tool back in his pants. "What a pity I'm going to have to wait until this evening to get my prick into it."
"Oh no," she groaned in frustration, "give it to me now, Clay. Fuck me, don't leave me like this. I can't stand it."
"You did your teasing when I was on the phone this morning," he told her as he picked up her panties and tossed them to her. "I did mine just now. Cover up that sweet little pussy before it catches cold."
Angie groaned again and rubbed her thighs together, then his grin became infectious and despite the gnawing frustration, she was able to laugh.
"Damn you, Clay," she said as she pulled her panties on and snugged them around her, "you're a sadist."
"Think so?" he asked, his grin widening. "Wait until you're lying across my thighs tonight and I'm spanking that beautiful ass of yours. I'll make you like it too, I'll make you into a lovely masochist. Have you ever had your ass spanked?"
"No. Do you really mean that?"
"Of course I do. I wouldn't lie to you, Angie. My wife loves to have her bottom spanked until her cheeks glow and tingle. You'll learn to like that too. Now be a good girl, go back to your desk and do lots of work. Five o'clock isn't that far off."
"This time, her smile was weak and accompanied by a groan as she faced the prospect of spending a long two hours at her desk, her body hungry for sex, even if that brand of sex included a spanking. She wondered if it would make her cry, but decided not to ask.
"Oh Angie," he called as she left the office, leaving the door open behind her, "come back a minute, there's something I forgot to tell you."
She returned, wondering what new goodie he had to tease her with.
"What I forgot to tell you is that we're going home now. Bette's waiting for us and she's every bit as horny as you are and as I am. Let's go."
Her face lit up and she gave a little squeal of delight as he patted the seat of her dress, picked up his jacket and slung it over his shoulder.
On the way out, they stopped at the desk of the office manager, a stout, stern looking woman in her forties. As he spoke to her, Angie saw clearly the big bulge of erection in his pants and saw the woman look at it too. Angie guessed he wanted her to see it, wanted her to know that he was taking his secretary to bed and it was for that reason that he'd slung his jacket over his shoulder rather than wear it.
"I'll be gone for the rest of the day and so will Angie," he told the woman and Angie saw that the bulge in his pants was throbbing. "Have the switchboard stop all calls, you can take any that have to be taken."
"Shall I call you in case of anything important, or will you be too ... uh ... busy?" the woman asked with a look at Angie who was blushing.
"If you can think of anything more important than I'm going to be doing, go ahead, but you'll know what to expect if you make any mistakes."
"What was that threat all about?" Angie asked as they walked to the parking lot.
"About a spanking or perhaps a strapping."
"But my God, she looks like such a tyrant. I can't imagine her submitting to that."
"It's all a matter of learning how to use people, Clay told her as he held open the door of the Lincoln for her. "She--likes to spank tender young female bums. With my permission, from time to time she's able to trap some young woman in a situation where she has no alternative but to accept a spanking. When it happens, she takes the girl into my private office with the intercom turned on. I sit at your desk and listen. Sometimes I get so horny that I jerk myself off while I'm listening to her spanking that tender bare ass."
"But do you think she'd let you spank her? She doesn't look the type."
"She has already submitted. I had her stay on after work one day and told her that if she was to continue to have my permission to spank, then she would have to submit to one herself. She didn't like it, but she took off her dress and slip, then she was peeling her corselet down her big behind.
"Christ, what an exciting big butt she has. I took her over my lap and spanked her, then made her bend over with her hands on my desk and I gave her a bit of a strapping with my doubled belt. When I finished, I took my cock out and was going to slip it up her cunt, but she told me she was a virgin. I pushed my cock between her red ass cheeks, found her hole and ass fucked her instead."
"God, what an amazing man you are, Clay," she said with admiration as he wheeled the big car out of the parking lot.
"And what an amazing woman you're going to be, if you want to."
"I want to, Clay," she told him and he drove fast towards his home where Bette awaited their arrival, her panties so hot that they threatened to melt.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Clay and Angie entered the house he patted Angle's bottom, then they went to the living room where he knew Bette was waiting, though he didn't know how she would be dressed. Both he and Angie gasped at the sight of her.
Bette stood smiling hotly, clad in a short mink jacket which was wide open to display her boldly jutting breasts, and a pair of high heeled shoes. She had lip stick painted her nipples and navel and was a stunning sight. Her husband took her in his arms to kiss and came away with lipstick marks on the front of his shirt.
Smiling, Bette came to Angie, took her in her arms and gave her a kiss which made her tremble. That being kissed by a woman could do that to her, told Angie that she was going to do a lot more than just kiss and would enjoy it.
Bette had drinks prepared for them and she poured a round. While they sipped, Clay had Angie tell what he had done to tease her in his office and they shared a laugh over it.
"Only a real sadist would do that to a horny girl," Bette said, her eyes shining with excitement. "Having just the head of his cock in you, then having him take it out without fucking you must have been torture."
"So you're calling me names again are you," Clay said with a frown which the women knew was pretended.
"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," Bette replied, her face looking serious.
"It's too late to be sorry now, darling. Your ass is going to pay the penalty for your loose tongue."
He began undressing and did not stop until he was naked, his rampant pecker thrusting, his heavy, hairy sac dangling and looking very full. When he told his wife to take her jacket off, she pouted and asked him to give her another chance. As Clay coldly rejected her plea, Angie knew they were playing a game and that it was for her benefit, so she decided to enjoy it.
Clay sat, then his wife was sobbing as she lay across her thighs, displaying a luscious behind, the skin flawless and white, the curves so exciting that Angie wanted to reach for them, to fondle them and even to kiss them, she admitted to herself with surprise but without any degree of shock.
While Clay scolded his wife, he fondled her nether cheeks lovingly and parted them to view her little pink hole and to show it to Angie, who stared hotly, passion taking complete control of her.
"It's been a long time since I've shoved my prick up your arsehole, hasn't it, darling, I'm afraid that one of these days I'm going to have to give you a ass shot to remind you to mind your manners. For this time though, I'll settle for a spanking. I'm saving my cock for Angie's hot little cunt. Ready now, here we go."
He spanked hard and Angie wondered how the woman could take it without crying and wondered too what it was going to be like when her time came to lie bottom up over his lap or Bette's. And then Bette was crying as the slapping hand painted pink roses all over those lovely buttocks and the woman squirmed and kicked, but was never able to move her target area out of reach of the spanking hand.
As Clay's big, open hand continued to rise and fall on the twitching buttocks of his wife, she cried more and more loudly and Angie sensed it was real, not make believe as it had been earlier. Skin that had been turned pink, made the transition to red as each slap of Clay's hand sounded like a pistol shot and Angie felt the effects in her hot crotch which seemed to throb with each slap on Bette's quivering, twitching buttocks as her lovely legs kicked and one shoe flew off.
There, I think that will do for now," Clay said after a particularly hard spank on each cheek. "Come feel how hot a well spanked ass can be," he said to Angie and she hurried to take advantage of the offer.
The silken skin of Bette's ass cheeks was so hot that Angie found it hard to believe that Bette had actually enjoyed the spanking.
"Ooh, darling," Bette said between sobs, "what a yummy spanking thaf was. My ass is still on fire and the tingle is delicious. Please do kiss kiss for me, while the fires are burning."
Helping her to her feet, Clay led his wife to the couch where she lay on her tummy, sighing and making wet, sniffling sounds.
"Let me, Clay," Angie said impulsively as the man bent over his wife, gave her a loving kiss on each hot cheek, then got up and gestured to Angie to help herself. Her heart pounding, Angie held the woman by the hips with both hands and began kissing and licking the hot, silken skin.
After she had kissed both rounds for a long time, the deep crack of the woman exerted a magnetic effect on Angie and she found herself drawing the tingling globes apart so that her tongue could lick deeply in the warm valley. When her tongue found the little pink ring of anus, she played with it and caused Bette to groan and sigh more loudly as her behind began to sway.
"Anyone who can lick an butt like that will be one sweet little cunt lapper," Clay told Angie as he pushed the hem of her dress up and played with her lush bottom, through and around her skimpy little panties.
Pulling Angie away from his wife's bottom, he had her stand and take her dress off. Bette sat up at once and seemed to forget about the tingling needles in her behind as she ate Angie up with her eyes.
"Jesus, Clay," his wife said huskily, "she's just too beautiful to be true."
"She is, isn't she. Now let's see some more of her," he added as he put his arms around Angie and easily unhooked her bra, slipping it off and stepping back.
"Christ, what a set of tits," Bette panted. "She needs a bra about as much as I need a jock strap. Let me feel those beauties, you angel you," she went on as she reached for the stunning breasts and fondled them lovingly while Angie sighed. Her boyfriend's hands had never been nearly so exciting.
"Ooh, Bette," Angie sighed, almost crying with desire, "your hands feel so good. I've never had my tits fondled like this."
"Then come to the couch, angel and you'll have them sucked like they've never been sucked before."
"Better still, darling," Clay broke in, "let's go to our bedroom where there's more room. We can work on her together, one tit each. That should show Angie what heaven is all about."
Amazing Angie with his strength, the man picked her up easily and played with her bottom as he carried her out of the room. As they passed through the hall, Angie emitted a little gasp at the sight of a maid at work there.
"Don't worry about that, dear," Clay told her as she saw the maid looking her over, "this is a very informal sort of household and she's a very special maid.
As he carried her up the stairs, Angie looked back to see the very special maid hurry a hand into her crotch to rub there and since she was not wearing panties, there was nothing to protect her clitoris from her stroking finger.
The bedroom door was open and Clay went right to the oversized bed where he deposited Angie gently on her back, the lay atop her, tucked his strong penis between nylon sheathed thighs and kissed her passionately on the mouth. He got up then and his wife replaced him, kissing Angie with equal passion and making their breasts mash warmly.
It was obvious to Angie that she was not the first woman they had worked on together as one crouched on each side of her and each claimed a breast which they fondled with such erotic intensity that she thought she was going to climax.
And then the thrill was magnified as husband and wife each sucked a breast into their mouths and began to suck. The thrill of having both her breasts sucked at the same time drove Angie wild and her groans and sighs further warmed the quiet room, the only sound to be heard. In addition to the sucking they gave her, they fondled her as well and there seemed to be a hundred hands moving over her thighs and the crotch and front of her panties.
The couple stopped sucking only when Angie groaned that her nipples felt raw and that she couldn't stand more. Kneeling above her, they examined the result of their handiwork and fondled the firm, silken gourds in unison until Clay announced it was time to take Angie's panties off and move on to the next stage of seduction.
"You know, darling," Bette told her as her husband moved down on the bed to strip Angie's panties down her legs, "we're both going to suck your cunt. Does it matter to you who does it first?"
"No, just so long as you both do it."
"Then it will be ladies first, angel. I'm dying to lose my face in that sweet crotch of yours. I'll make you very juicy and I'll suck up all the cunt flavored juice I can find and give you a lapping you'll never forget."
The panties were gone then and Angie threw her legs wide open, but she wasn't to get it in that position she learned as Bette told her to sit up. She did, then Clay lay on his back and licked his lips.
Seconds later, Angie was lying on her back on top of the man, the bottom slopes of her buttocks touching his chin. Bette guided the girl so that her crotch moved closer to his mouth, then she felt his tongue licking in her crotch, close to the bottom of her slit.
"That's just perfect, darling," Bette told her. "This way if any juice trickles out of your crotch, Clay can drink it up. He loves to drink the juice of cunt lapping. So do I, for that matter. Ready now Angel, I'm all set to go down on you," she said and hurried into position.
Angie trembled and sighed as the woman's hand patted her vulva lightly, then it was gone. She felt a smooth cheek brush an inner thigh, felt warm breath in her hot crotch, then two lips touched her core in what began as a light kiss and soon became deliciously intense. From a kiss, it became sucking and then a knowing tongue was licking the surface of her lips and after that it moved right into her slit and began snaking around, driving Angie delightfully out of her mind.
While Bette's tongue went about its erotic business in her vagina, Angie felt another tongue licking in her crotch. That it was possible for two tongues to lick in her crotch at the same time amazed her and with amazement came delight the like of which she had never known, never even dreamed of.
From time to time, Angie felt the woman pausing in her lapping to pour more saliva into her vagina. Each time it more then filled her slit and much of it ran under her, his tongue never still even for a moment.
And then Angie felt her body tensing as it built toward the peak of excitement which it would not be able to sustain and could end only in erotic explosion, one which she sensed was going to establish a new record.
With each extension of tension, Angie gasped and guessed that the next one would do the trick, but time after time, her body managed one more degree as every nerve and muscle in her body went taut, and then came the explosion.
Strong hands captured her breasts and squeezed as her body jerked and threshed madly, her wet crotch rubbing Clay's wet chin. Just as it had taken Angie's body a long time to build up to the orgasm, so did it take a lovely long time to come back down from the peak as tremors raced through her entire being for what felt like hours and the entire world was blotted out completely, leaving her and her orgasm the only two things in the world.
But it did pass eventually and she opened shining eyes to see Bette kneeling up with a hand in her own crotch, fingering herself, her lush breasts bobbing. Tiredly, she dismounted Clay and Watched him licking his lips, a smile of satisfaction on his face.
"How did you like your double licking, angel?" he asked her, but all she could manage by way of reply was a shuddering moan. "Kneel astride my face, Angie," he went on. "I'll admire your ass and tits and crotch until you're ready to be lapped again. When you are, just deliver your tender pussy to my mouth and I'll take it from there. I love to have a beautiful woman sit on my face. Too bad your ass hasn't been warmed yet, but we can get around to that later."
Angie knelt with her crotch directly above his face and he used both hands to fondle her while he raved over her exciting beauty and Angie knew she wouldn't be able to wait long before experiencing the thrill of sitting on his face to have her wet crotch mouthed and tongued again and to experience another shatteringly strong orgasm.
"I'm ready now if you are," she told him as she looked down into his face.
"Bring-it to me angel, but do it slowly. Tease me and make me pant for a face full of the most beautiful crotch in the world."
Behind her, Angie heard Bette panting and grunting as she climaxed and she began to spread her knees and lower her crotch toward the waiting mouth. She did it very slowly, pausing once to tease him by rubbing one hand on her juicy vulva, taunting him with the slowness of her approach, thrilling to the sound of his low, broken groans of desire for her.
His hands reached for her hips to pull her down faster, but she had the advantage of having her knees braced firmly on the bed and was able to resist his efforts, to taunt him with the closeness of her crotch without giving it to him.
When Clay couldn't achieve what he wanted with strength, he used a clever ruse instead, slapping her hard on the left buttock with his right hand. She let out a little yelp of surprise and at the same moment he tugged at her hips and pulled her crotch down onto his face and began sucking.
The moment she felt his mouth on her cunt, Angie forgot about teasing and resisting, wanting only to have the man sucking her like that forever. After a little more sucking, he snaked his tongue into her slit and found that his wife had left Angie more than a little bit juicy as he lapped up all his tongue could reach and felt her body manufacturing more and more liquid refreshment for him.
As her passion mounted, Angie began to move and to ride his face gently, adding to the thrill for both of them. She rode with exactly the same phythm Bette used, he noted, giving enough rubbing motion to make it thrilling, yet not taking her sensitive clitoris away from his eagerly lapping tongue.
Angie became aware when Bette was kneeling close behind her, her arms around her, soft hands fondling her breasts as she whispered warmly, huskily, urging Angie on in her crotch ride of the mans face.
"You're doing it beautifully, darling," a little hiss in Bette's whisper. "When you come, give his face a real rubbing, massage it with your cunt juice, he loves it that way. Any man who--likes a woman to sit on his face loves a hot crotch massage when the woman comes. Keep it up just like that baby, you're doing great."
But Angie was doing even greater than Bette knew as she felt the first grabbing fingers of approaching orgasm beginning to claw within her tummy. They grew in intensity and she began to rub a little harder on Clay's face, then, without warning this time, orgasm swept over her, tearing harsh cries from her throat.
"Rub, baby, rub," Bette hissed. "Smear that hot cunt juice all over his face and make him sticky with it. That's it, baby, that's the way to massage his face with your juicy crotch."
Through the course of her orgasm she gave his face a wet rubbing, then, even after it passed, she went on rubbing, using longer, slower strokes, massaging his face not just with her crotch but with her buttocks as well, smearing them with warm fluid, sharing it with his face.
"Jesus, Angie, you're great, you're a natural. How about letting me ride your face now? You were going to lap me anyway, weren't you?" Bette asked, hopefully while she fondled Angie's breasts, keeping her nipples long and excitingly hard.
"Sure, Bette. It felt so good doing it to Clay. I'm just dying to have you ride my face."
"Then lie down, baby, lie down and let me feed you a face full of steaming hot crotch. That one come I gave myself just put me in the mood for more, a whole lot more."
Hurriedly, Angie dismounted the man and lay beside him, her buttocks feeling sticky on the sheet. She lay trembling with anticipation as Bette came to her, swung a leg over her, then paused to rub the crotch which was posed excitingly above Angie's waiting face.
As the tips of Bette's fingers parted the wet lips of her vulva, Angie stared into her slit and saw a red, wet interior, the place where her tongue would soon be busily lapping, saw the crotch which would cover her face, trapping it and making it warm and sweaty.
Bette's hand was still in her crotch as she began to lower it while Angie licked her lips in anticipation. She told herself that she should be nervous and perhaps even afraid at the prospect of sucking a woman's cunt for the first time, but she experienced nothing but joy and excitement and anticipation as the warm looking crotch of the woman came down. The hand moved out of sight and there was only the thrilling slash of cunt and the thick, moist lips coming down, closer ... closer ... so close....
And then it was on Angie's mouth and she was sucking greedily, rubbing hips and plump, firm buttocks while the hot, wet organ rubbed softly back on her face. Much of Bette's rubbing stopped when Angie's tongue slipped into her slit and she barely moved as Angie licked all around her vagina, moving from the bottom of the slit, deep into the interior, then up to the top where it found her highly sensitized bud and licked it teasingly for a few seconds before setting out on another erotic tour of exploration and bringing more juice into her mouth as her partner groaned and pressed urgently on her face.
"Come back to my clit, baby, come back," Bette panted. "I want it, Angie, I want it bad. Lick it and give me the come I want."
Angie sent her tongue back to Bette's clitoris and it licked thrillingly, slowly until she felt the woman tense, telling her Bette was approaching the edge. She gave her a few fast licks then felt the hot crotch bouncing on her face and rubbing the way she had rubbed Clay's face. All the excitement in the world became distilled into that oh so thrilling experience as Angie gulped air when she could as the crotch and silken buttocks of the woman held her in erotic captivity, rubbing and pressing, smearing sticky fluid all over her face, from her chin to her forehead as the groans and grunts of the climaxing woman added to Angie's ecstasy.
"Rise and shine, sweetie," Clay told his wife, patting her bottom as she continued to rub slowly over Angie's face, long after orgasm has passed. "I've got a bone to bury in that hot little cunt of Angie's."
Bette gave a few more slow rubs with her wet crotch, then got up, reluctantly, her breasts bouncing, and sat on the wide bed, watching as her husband went to the naked beauty, his big penis throbbing stiffily in his right hand.
"Ready for a nice hard cock in your jewel of a cunt?" he asked Angie.
"Readier than I've ever been or ever will be. Christ, how exciting it's going to be to have you fuck me while your wife watches."
"I know how you feel, Angie," he assured her as he knelt between her legs and let her admire his twitching organ. "Think how thrilling it is for me to sit on the bed and watch another man feeding his prick up my wife's cunt, listening to her groaning with ecstasy while he fucks her. It's the same for Bette. She'll go wild while she watches me fucking you."
"You can believe that, angel," Bette assured her. "In fact, I'll bet I come before you do. Raise those beautiful legs right back over your body so I can lie close to your ass and watch Clay feeding that lovely big prick to you. I want to see your little cunt stretch and watch your squirm. When he pumps his hot cream into you, I want to watch it trickle between the cheeks of your butt. There's nothing more thrilling that that."
Angie brought her legs up over her body, presenting her wide open crotch invitingly. Clay paused to stare, then moved closer and came down slowly onto her lush, naked body which shone with perspiration and was just a little slippery as he lay atop her.
Not wanting to hurry, he teased Angie by playing around her crotch with his velvet headed monster, then it rubbed back and forth on the lips of her vulva for a while before he paused, found the slit and, just as he had done earlier in the office, he slowly pushed the head into her.
"Oh how that sweet, tight little cunt is being stretched," Bette commented, her face close to Angie's left buttock.
"Ooohhh, yes," Angie sighed, then her partner fed her another inch of stiff cock and she sighed again as her arms tightened around him and her body jerked with hunger, wanting more and more of what was invading her churning cunt.
Clay gave her more, a little at a time until she had it all and he felt her strong vaginal walls closing around it, strangling it, sucking on his cock as she alternately tensed and relaxed. He knew Angie could actually suck him off if he just lay there and allowed her to do it, but that was a novelty he chose to postpone for another time as he began to stroke then, slowly, savoring each thrilling motion of his throbbing joint in the tight sheath of Angie's almost virginal cunt, delighting in the way she trembled and sighed, panting with delight and urging him on.
Angie surprised herself by recalling the two times Chuck had done it to her and decided it wasn't the same act at all. The first one had brought her only pain while the second time, he had merely used her. Clay, on the other hand, was obviously a master lover and as his big penis stroked slowly in her, stretching and more than filling her, it was poetry and ballet and every possible form of classic art; heaven, hell and purgatory melded into the most exquisite sensation she had ever known.
"Oh Clay," she panted, "I'm going to come. I'm going to come while your big cock is fucking. Oh yes, lover, keep doing it and make me come. I'm ... oh ... uh ... now ... uh ... NOWWWWWWWW . . uh ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... " she gasped, her body jerking and trembling in hot orgasm.
Clay paused, his tool buried in her, waited until she passed the peak of her climax, then he changed his style and began giving her a fast ride, his strong rod pistoning fast, his heavy body crushing and thrilling her as he pounded in her crotch until he tensed, held for a moment, then ground down hard on her, ramming his cock all the way home, twitching and jerking in her hot crotch, grunting and gasping for air as her tight organ took all he had to give her, then sucked for more, making him weak so that, in self defence, he had to pull the wreckage of his erection out of her cunt before she made him faint.
As he rolled off her, Bette moved fast and held Angie's thighs up and open. She saw the juice trickling toward the valley of the girl's buttocks and moved fast to catch it with her tongue before it could escape.
After she had licked it all up, she fitted her mouth to the course, sent her tongue inside to lap up more and went on doing it until Angie climaxed yet again.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Clay first told Angie of the plan, she thought it was a joke, but after a while she had to face the fact that he was telling the truth, that he was very serious indeed.
"That's right, Angie," Bette told her. "All of us in the club are rich and we can pay as much as we like when we want something special. Each couple tosses a thousand dollars in the pot."
"And all I have to do to pick it up is spend one weekend with each couple."
"That's right, dear," Clay told her, "and one more weekend at an orgy you'll never forget. Six weekends in all."
"What will I be expected to do? I mean besides fucking?"
"Just about anything and everything, but chances are you'll be as anxious to do all those things as your hosts will be. It will be a post graduate course in sex and you should wind up with a Ph.D, status."
"There are no limits though?" she asked, a little nervously.
"Hell yes, far out ones. There will be no blood, no pain beyond spankings, unless you want it, no eating shit or anything like that. You'll find them wild but interesting."
"Tell me some of the things I may be expected to do. I'm more curious than afraid."
"Well, as for the basics, you'll suck cunts and cocks," Clay told her. "Then too, they all enjoy the spanking games. At least one of the men, I won't tell you which one,--likes to ass fuck and tongue nice little arseholes."
"And one couple," Bette took over, "--likes to play pee games."
"Pee games?" Angie asked.
"That's right. They like to pee on each other and when he's in the mood, he--likes to drink pee right from the cunt, hot and salty. You won't be expected to drink it, but he will probably went to pee on you and she may too."
"Is it exciting?" Angie wanted to know.
"Let's put is this way, dear," Bette explained. "If you were just sitting, minding your business and some guy walked up to you, pulled his prick out and pissed all over you, it wouldn't be exciting. At least not to me it wouldn't. If, on the other hand, you've been playing and fucking and sucking and you want to experience more kicks, the pee games can be fun. You better believe that when some naked man crouches under you and you piss right in his mouth, it's exciting and then some."
It was early in the evening of Angie's second visit to their home and they were relaxing after a light but tasty dinner. The maid had gone home and the three of them were looking forward to an evening of sex but were not rushing it, there was plenty of time and they enjoyed letting desire build gradually.
"Needless to say, I'll take the deal," Angie told the couple, "but I feel a little guilty taking money from you. You've both been so good to me."
"We've been no better to you than you have been to us, Angie," Clay told her. "I've got a ton of money now and the fucking stuff keeps falling on me like rain. If you pick up five thousand and invest it well, it could be the beginning of better things for you. As you get to know our friends better, there will be little gifts from time to time, the kind of gifts which can be folded and tucked into the seat of a woman's panties. I know you would never ask for money, but you should never turn it down either. One can be as bad as the other. Now, I think it's time to further your education a little, to prepare you for some of the games you'll play with out friends. First, I think you should get a little more practice at spanky-spank."
Angie went to him, smiling, and held the hem of her dress high. He played with her thighs and round, firm bottom for a few minutes, then took her over his lap and spanked her hard enough to make her cry. She got off his lap, rubbing tingling buttocks, then went to Bette who gave her a second helping and made her cry more loudly.
After that, the three went to the bedroom and stripped naked. While Clay watched, sipping a drink, his wife and Angie enjoyed a spirited romp on the bed which ended with the two of them locked in a writhing, end to end embrace, each sucking and lapping the cunt of the other until both climaxed.
"Come to me for another lesson now, Angie," Clay told her after the two women had rested for a minute.
Getting off the bed, she went to where he stood and, when he told her to, dropped to her knees.
"This little lesson will be all about cock sucking," Clay told her as he rubbed her cheeks with both hands. "Anyone can suck a cock, but it can be refined to an art and that's what you must do. Bette will teach you how. She's a magnificent cock sucker and if you do as she tell you, you will be too."
Kneeling beside the couple, Bette showed the younger woman how to fondle, kiss and lick a hard penis so that it delighted her partner and drove him wild. She taught her how to suck and how to work the shaft in and out of her mouth, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could.
"Even after you've been sucking him for a while," she went on, "you take it out of your mouth from time to time to let it cool off and make it last longer.
You kiss and lick it, you fondle and lick his balls, then put it back in your mouth and resume sucking. I've sucked a cock for more than a half hour before I made it go off. It was as big a thrill for me as it was for him."
Learning her lesson well, Angie sucked Clay's prong for a long time, with many pauses to delay ejaculation, then she heard him panting that he was going to let go.
"This is the crucial moment, darling," Bette whispered, "be sure you don't lose one precious drop of his cream. Suck him dry and coat your throat with sweet semen."
The big organ began spurting into her mouth and after a moment of panic when she thought it would choke her, the kneeling beauty got the hang of it and sucked Clay dry, making his knees bend as she sucked on, seeking more and more until he told her to stop.
"Our beautiful Angie is a first class cock sucker already," Clay told his wife with a tired groan as he walked, weak kneed to the bed and sat, looking tired, but very content.
CHAPTER SIX
The following afternoon, Angie sat trembling with excitement as she waited for the four men to arrive. She sensed that they were as anxious as she, telling herself that she was probably the most beautiful woman any of them had seen in years, if not ever, and wondering how she would feel when she was in Clay's office with all of them, knowing that she would be partaking of sex with them and their wives before long.
It was Thursday afternoon and she would be visiting the first couple the next day after work. Her first meeting with a strange couple was just a little more than twenty-four hours away.
Clay had gone to the outer reception area to greet his friends, and then, a couple of minutes before four, Angie heard footsteps approaching, a lot of them, all the members of the exclusive sex club, she told herself and began trembling anew.
As they approached her desk, she saw the men giving her the eye, looking more than pleased at what they saw, then Clay smiled and nodded his head and she followed the group into his private office and closed the door behind her, listening for the click of the automatic lock to ensure privacy. She had already alerted the office manager to the fact that Clay was not to be disturbed.
She saw raw hunger in the eyes of the men as Clay introduced her and she gave her hand to each, watching the way their eyes moved over the jutting front of her dress and lingered on the teasing bit of cleavage she showed. As each backed away, they admired the nylon thighs which showed so generously below the hem of her miniskirt which she had pulled higher just before their arrival.
Angie had set up the small bar earlier and the men helped themselves to drinks. As they poured, Angie smiled as she noted the trembling hands and knew that they were caused by her beauty and their erotic-thoughts involving her. She wondered how many of them had erections already, then observed some interesting bulges in the fronts of trousers as she went to the bar to get herself a drink.
As she approached it, she turned and let her behind brush across the front of one man. Her heart gave a little leap as she felt the stiff form of his tool and wondered how long it would be before she felt it in her cunt or mouth or, recalling some of the things Clay had told her about the group, up her tight little arsehole.
"Now then, Angie," Clay said after she had taken a couple of sips of her drink, "suppose you have another sip or two while the gentlemen sit, then raise the hem of your skirt and display your lovely thighs."
Her hand was trembling as she raised the glass to her lips, she took a bigger sip, then put the glass down on the bar, licked her lips and gave them all a dazzling smile.
Angie's hands went to the hem of her skirt and she slowly raised it. Before it had gone up an inch, they saw the expanded tops of her sheer nylons and there were sighs and sounds of labored breathing.
The hem of her skirt continued to rise until they saw smooth, firm looking bare thighs above her nylons, then she continued the ascent of the garment until she decided her panties were almost in view. Holding the hem there, she turned slowly around, paused, then walked to the other end of the room and slowly back, confident and excited in her beauty, sensing what the sight of sheer nylons, perfectly formed thighs and contrasting black suspenders caressing white thighs was doing to them.
"Now, dear," Clay said, his voice low, tone warm, "shall we let the gentlemen see the goodies you're hiding in your blouse?"
With a smile, her fingers trembling, she faced them and began unbuttoning her blouse. Clay had told her how to do it most effectively and she remembered. She pulled the blouse out of her skirt so that it hung loosely. As she unbuttoned it from the top down, it fell partly open, but not enough for the men to see all they wanted to see.
Turning her back on them, she unbuttoned the cuffs, then removed the garment gracefully and dropped it onto Clay's desk. Still she didn't turn to face them as she slowly raised her hands in front of her and the movement of her arms told the men she was fondling her breasts to arouse them even more.
"Jesus, what a beautiful tease she is," she heard a man say.
"And what a beautiful hard-on I've got," another added and she heard nervous giggles.
Considering how experienced they were in swinging sex, it thrilled her that she could effect them that way, so she spent another few seconds fondling the cups of her low cut bra, then, her hands covering them as best they could, she slowly turned to face them, licked her lips, then took her hands away and listened, trembling, to the gasps and whispered comments of the panting men. Clay, she saw, wore a proud smile as he winked at her, telling her without words how magnificently she was performing.
"And now, Angie," your skirt," Clay told her. "Let our friends have a look at the most beautiful ass in the world."
Turning her back to the men, Angie took her time unfastening the waist of her short skirt, sliding the zipper down slowly with a sound that was loud and erotic in the quiet room as the men held their breath in strong anticipation of what they were going to see when she let the skirt go down.
She held the skirt in place as they held their breath, then pushed it down slowly, paused when the men could see the upper half of her buttocks and crack, then she pushed again and allowed the skirt to fall to the floor. She stood, posing, for a few seconds, then, her back still turned to the group, she bent and picked up the skirt, her lush behind straining the nylon of her panties.
"Jesus, that's eatin' type ass," she heard one man say.
"That's ass fucking type ass," she heard another.
"I'd like to suck and fuck the little angel, then use that delicious ass for a pillow and dream sweet dreams."
With ass cheeks like that under your face, Moe," she heard another man comment, "they'd be wet dreams."
"My Christ," another observed aloud, "a ass that beautiful must poop pate defoi gras."
"You'll have your chance to find out," someone told him with a laugh, "and that will be one meal you can eat without a knife and fork."
Delighted by the comments, Angie turned to face the men then. There was a radiant smile on her face but she doubted that any of them saw it, except Clay, whose expression was another message of congratulation on her performance.
And then it was time for Angie to remove her bra. She staged another virtuoso performance as she slowly unhooked it, held the cups over her breasts for a few seconds, then removed them one at a time and this time they seemed to groan in unison, a couple of them guilty of breaking the second commandment by taking the name of the Lord in vain while they thought of breaking a few more with her and performing other acts which Moses hadn't heard of when lie lugged the stone tablets down the mountain to establish the ground rules which were to haunt humankind for centuries.
Sighing, Angie fondled her breasts lovingly, then used the tips of her fingers and thumbs to demonstrate how her sensitive nipples could harden and elongate.
"What a naughty little girl I am," she said with a sigh. "My little titty nipples have hard-ons." It wasn't a line Clay had given her and he laughed along with the other men, proud of his girl.
When it was time for her to take her panties off, Angie again turned her back to the men, bent a little from the waist and played with her buttocks with both hands, the tips of her fingers rubbing lightly, teasingly over the perfect orbs and sighed in real passion as the performance stimulated her as much as it did the men.
Angie then began pushing her panties down, bent from the waist, her behind swaying slowly, with a gentle, suggestive rhythm rather than the exaggerated bumps and grinds of burlesque. There were more groans as she let the panties flutter to her feet and stood still slightly bent from the waist, but not bent so far that they were able to see the one feature which she still hid from them. She stepped out of her panties carefully, then turned to face them, her thighs pressed tightly together, white thighs and tummy contrasting with the raven black triangle of pubic hair.
Angie allowed them to view her for a little while, then she moved her feet wide apart, jerked her hips with a little grunt, then stood hipshot and used the tips of her fingers to draw the shiny black hair higher and let them see the pink core of her femininity. After a few seconds, she used the tips of her fingers again and parted the tender lips to show them more as they sat trembling and panting with desire.
"Well, gentlemen," Clay said proudly, shattering the charged silence of the room, "you've seen our Angie. Do you agree with my estimation of her."
The men fell all over themselves assuring him that she was even more beautiful than they'd expected.
"Come on, Clay," one of them said, "after a performance like that, can it be true that she's only been fucked three times?"
"That's the truth," Angie replied, a little hurt that anyone would doubt her veracity. "My boy friend fucked me twice and Clay fucked me once. Less than a month ago I was a virgin."
"Jesus Christ," one man panted, "I believe her all the way, it's just my eyes I can't believe. All right. Clay, we've seen it all and the deal is on, but first, what say you let us feel her to make sure it's all as firm as it looks'? "
"All right, gentlemen. One at a time and you have seconds each to give your hands the treat of a lifetime.
As the first man came to her, Angie smiled and left her feet wide apart so that he would be able to feel all of her. His hands made a quick tour of breasts, thighs, buttocks and crotch, then he devoted the remainder of his time to fondling and squeezing more slowly until Clay called time and the rest of the men took turns feeling Angie's lush body and thighs, each one longing for the day when she became his for a weekend, a thousand dollar one for Angie who looked forward to the sex at least as much as she did to the money.
"And now gentlemen," Clay said as he picked up her bra and picked up the five folded pieces of paper, dropping them into one of the big cups, "it's time for the draw. The man who draws number one will receive a visit from Angie tomorrow evening and she'll stay until Sunday afternoon or evening. The man who draws number five will have to be very patient," he added with a wry grin.
The man began drawing and Angie waited with pen and pad to write down the results.
"Harry, number four," Clay called and she wrote it down, grinning at the sound of his muffled curse.
"Moe, number one," Clay called then and Angie was as delighted as he.
Of them all, Moe was her favorite on the basis of appearance. He had a central European look about him and a trace of accent which she thought could be Jewish. Whatever he was, he looked to her like a professor or a philosopher and she saw that his eyes were gentle as his hands had been when he had felt her up. She hoped this wife would be as interesting as she was sure he was going to be.
When only the final slip remained, Clay didn't have to pick it up to see that he was number five since the first four numbers had been drawn. He laughed with them at the luck of the draw, not caring at all when he won the official weekend with Angie since he could have her whenever he wanted.
"Well gentlemen," Clay said with a shrug, "I guess that completes the ceremony."
"I guess it does," the man named Will said, "but I can't help looking at that beautiful mouth of Angie's and feeling this throbbing in my cock and balls. How about it?"
"Well now, Will," Clay replied with a pensive look, "that wasn't a part of the deal. However, if Angie goes along with it and you were to make an interesting offer, then I suppose something could be worked out. Knowing all of you as I do, I daresay each of you had a hundred dollars on him that he doesn't particularly need at the moment. Shall I pass the bra around?"
A little gasp of amazement broke from Angie as the men reached for wallets and money clips in a hurry. As the bra was passed around, each man placed a folded bill into it and then Clay put the bra down on his desk.
"Let's take it in reverse order," one of the men said. "Since you're number five, Clay, you get the first blow job."
Taking his jacket off and tossing it over the back of his chair, Clay stood in the center of the floor and Angie dropped to her knees on the thick, soft carpet in front of him. As Bette had taught her, she opened the top of his pants and pulled up his shirt and singlet, rolling them up so that his belly was bare.
After that, she pulled the zipper of his fly all the way down, then pulled pants and briefs down until they were close to his knees. His cock was hard as a pole and she handled it gently, kissing, licking and fondling it for a long time before she slipped the head into her mouth and bathed it with saliva.
She proceeded to give him a slow, loving blow job, pausing a few times to delay the termination of it, then, when he told her to, she took his tool in her mouth again and finished him, sucking him off and drinking a generous helping of his rich cream.
Tiredly, Clay pulled his clothes up as the second man went to the kneeling beauty to have his cock sucked in her delightful style.
While Angie worked on her generous clients, Clay phoned his wife to tell her he would be late for dinner.
"I would have been on time," he explained, "but Angie still has four more cocks to suck and the sweet way she does it takes time."
"I'll want to hear all about that later," Bette said with a tinkling laugh. "You are bringing her home for dinner, aren't you?"
"Yes, dear," Clay assured her, "but after drinking all this cream, I don't imagine she'll want to eat much, do you?"
Bette was still laughing when he hung up the phone and poured himself a drink, then turned to watch Angie blowing Harry, making his eyes pop and keeping him groaning with her special style of cock sucking, her hands gentle as they caressed his balls and buttocks.
He didn't last as long as Clay had and then he was pumping his semen into her sucking mouth and rubbing her head with both hands as she drained him.
Angie gave the next two men equally thrilling blow jobs, taking plenty of time about it and making them as weak kneed as she had Clay and Harry, then it was Moe's turn and he bathed her in a beautiful smile as she went to work on the front of his pants and looked up warmly.
"Oh!" she gasped as his rampant penis leaped out at her. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen. It must be a foot long."
"Thank you very much for the compliment," he told her, but it's really less than nine inches. Still, it is a fact that not all men are blessed with that much," he said in a serious tone, then smiled at her again as she began to handle his penis lovingly.
As she sucked on the long weapon, Angie hoped that the other men wouldn't notice that she was being especially loving about blowing the man whom she liked instinctively. She made it last a very long time and Moe seemed delighted with the arrangement, but then he reached the stage where he couldn't wait any longer and semen shot from his long tool with exciting pressure as Angie greedily drank all he could give her.
Even when his organ hung limp and spent, it looked so long to her.
"Look at that joint, Angie," one of the man called. "Now you know why we call him old horse cock."
"I think that's mean of you," she replied as she patted the well drained penis. "It's a very beautiful prick."
Later, as Clay handed her the bra containing her money, Angie thought he wore a strange expression. She found out why when she unfolded the third hundred dollar bill and saw that it contained three zeroes instead of two.
"Somebody made a mistake," she gasped.
"No, dear. That was Moe and he never makes mistakes."
"To think," she said with an excited sigh, "he was my favorite right from the start. Next to you, darling," she appended, then she dressed and Clay took her home to play.
CHAPTER SEVEN
By prior arrangement, Moe picked Angie up at her apartment promptly at seven. Before they left for his house, she kissed him passionately and thanked him for his generosity during their meeting at the office, but he shrugged off her thanks as though a thousand dollars was of no more valued than a box of chocolates.
"I have been blessed with good fortune." he told her as they went down on the elevator. "I am a very rich man, I have my health and I have a beautiful wife who loves me and I love her. A man who would not share such good fortune would be a fool."
Angie was impressed by his philosophy, whether it was Judaic or Christian, but she couldn't help seeing a contrast between his almost spiritual attitude and manner, and the fact that they were on their way to swing with his wife for the weekend. She guessed her failure to understand more clearly that the two could be possible together had something to do with her Christian upbringing with its polarization of blacks and whites with nothing permissible between.
As Angie got into the car, with Moe holding the door open for her, she allowed the hem of her dress to ride up. While he walked around the car to the driver's side, she raised it a little higher. When Moe sat behind the wheel, he smiled at her, put his right hand on the top of a sheer nylon and gave a gentle squeeze.
After that, he started the car and drove her to his home. While the car was in motion, he concentrated on driving. When they stopped for traffic lights, he took advantage of the pause to feel her thigh again. Angie sat close enough to him to permit that with ease, but not so close that she would interfere with his driving.
When Moe wheeled the long car into the circular driveway, Angie saw that the house looked as big and as impressive as Clay's. It excited her to be traveling in a circle of such wealth after her middle class suburban upbringing.
Moe led her to the house, opened the front door and after they had entered, she heard a lock click, then the door was closed. Under other circumstances the sound of the lock behind her could have been ominous, but not with Moe as her companion.
"Hello, Angie," a woman greeted her warmly, "I've been so anxious to meet you."
As the woman approached her, Angie saw that she was tall, probably six feet, and built proportionately, big but not fat, with boldly jutting breasts which Angie guessed would be firm even without a bra. like the rest of her, her legs were big, but beautifully shaped and she walked with an almost regal dignity. Despite her clear, youthful looking skin, Angie guessed the woman, Ruth, was in her mid forties, but beautifully preserved.
"Mmmmm, what a beauty you are, Angie," Ruth said as she reached her, took her in her arms and they kissed passionately. Before the kiss ended, Angie's firm buttocks had been rubbed and squeezed through her dress and panties and a tongue had visited her mouth to play an exciting little game with her. Doing a little exploring of her own, Angie discovered that Ruth, despite her size, was not wearing a girdle.
They adjourned to the living room where Moe went to get drinks for them. The women sat opposite each other, legs crossed, each showing smooth thighs to the other. When Moe returned with the drinks, he sat on the couch beside his wife and all three chatted.
The conversation quickly became sexual in nature and Angie guessed it would not be long before action replaced conversation. Instinct told her that Ruth was going to be a thrilling playmate, as would Moe, and her weekend would be one of continuing pleasure.
"Before we start, dear," Ruth told her, "there are a few things you should know. My husband is a wonderful man, he's all man, strong in the important matters, not just a gymnasium cowboy. I respect him more than I've ever respected any other man. Early in our relationship, he saw that there were times when I enjoyed being a very dominant woman. Out of his love for me, he agreed to try playing the subservient role for me when I was in the mood. Between such games, he is the ruler of the house, but when we play our special game, I am cruelly dominant and he is completely submissive Can you understand that?"
"I think so, Ruth. I've never taken part in such games, but it sounds like fun and I know your husband is a real man. I could see that the moment I met him."
"Fine, Angie. In a few minutes, we'll play the game and Moe will be my slave. I'm not sure yet which role I'll have you play. Tomorrow, things will revert to normal and we'll all romp as equal partners and the whole tone will be different, but no less exciting for all of us. I understand you've sucked Moe's prick, so you know how big it is. He really knows how to use it too, as you'll find out."
To Angie's surprise, the woman announced that she was going to leave them alone for a while and told them to have fun until she returned. how much time will we have to play?" Angie asked as she hurried to join the man on the couch.
"You can never be sure with Ruth, but I'd guess ten or fifteen minutes," he told her, not telling her that his wife would be watching from the darkened dining room through a crack in the folding doors and that when she was ready, she would burst into the room and punish them for what she caught them doing.
He took Angie in his arms and they shared many passionate kisses. While they kissed, they played, their hands busy, the hem of Angie's dress riding up above her hips as Moe fondled her bottom and rubbed a hand warmly in her crotch.
Moe paused in their play to take her dress off, then opened his fly to let his massive organ out to ease the strain of confined erection. Angie reached for it and was delighted to find that she could hold it comfortably in two hands, very comfortable for both of them.
Drawing her across his body, he quickly unhooked her bra and removed it. His hands ministered to her breasts, then he was lying on his back with one lush gourd stuffed into his mouth so that he could suck it while he fondled her silken buttocks, a hand pushed into her panties to stroke and squeeze the silken rounds he found there.
After a little while, he moved her a little so that she could feed her other breast into his mouth while his hand stayed in her clinging panties, exploring there and making her squirm with constantly growing arousal as she wondered how long they would be allowed to play and what would happen after that.
She felt a little sad when he turned his face away, releasing her breast, but then she felt his hands tugging her panties down and forgot all about being sad. As Moe stripped her panties down, she raised her body to assist him and then he was pulling them off her feet and she was naked except for her garter belt, nylons and shoes.
His arms wrapped strongly around her, his face warm and exciting on her tummy, then it was moving lower until he was nuzzling in her cluster of black pubic hair and she felt the warmth of his moist breath.
Moe moved again, his hands touched her thighs and they parted wide for him.
"You're so beautiful, Angie," he said with a sigh. "I can't stand to look at so much beauty, so I'm going to hide my face. I'm going to hide it in your lovely crotch."
Her reply was a moan of passion and then his face was buried in her crotch and her thighs rubbed his cheeks while she listened to the muffled sounds far down her hot, writhing body. His hands held her well fleshed hips, rubbing gently, then his mouth went into action as he began sucking the soft warmth of her tender cunt.
Moe sucked as beautifully as she knew he would and Angie hoped fervently that the woman would not disturb them, not until his mouth provided the orgasm she so wanted.
Her chances began to look much better when Moe's tongue penetrated her slit, licked hungrily, then went to her clitoris and began lapping it with a delicious touch, one which told her that climax was not far away.
He lapped her as well as she had ever been lapped, while his hands rubbed lovingly over her hips, belly and breasts, and then she tensed and poised on the very brink of explosion. His skilled tongue curled slowly around her clitoris and then climax swept over her, a thrillingly strong one which went on and on as the man took his tongue off her sensitized passion bud but his face stayed locked in her crotch as her thighs rubbed it while her legs scissored high above them.
"So this is what you do the minute I leave you alone with our innocent daughter," Ruth's voice shattered the mood and they looked up to see her standing beside the couch.
Her body still glowing from the delicious orgasm, Angie sat up and stared at the beautiful, commanding woman. She wore black bra and panties, a garter belt and sheer, black nylons which caressed firm, white thighs, so firm that the tops of her nylons made almost no indentation in her flesh. Black suspenders were taut against her white skin, emphasizing the whiteness of it. In her right hand she carried a black riding crop which she tapped against the knee length boots which caressed her legs so tightly that Angie wondered how she had managed to get them on until she saw the zipper on the inside of one.
"I ... I'm sorry, dear," Moe stammered, "I only meant to kiss her, but she's so beautiful I couldn't stop. I forgot she was my daughter, especially after I saw her beautiful big tits and her sweet ass. Once I opened her legs and saw her sweet little cunny, I just lost control and had to suck and lick it and make her come."
"Your story fails to impress me, you lowly beast. You will be punished and punished severely for lapping your daughter's cunt. As for you, young lady," she went on, turning to Angie, "I didn't see you doing much protesting. What have you to say for yourself?'
"N ... nothing I guess, Mummy. It was nice kissing Daddy, and then he was feeling me all over and making me so excited. Once I saw that huge prick of his, all hard and throbbing in my hand, I didn't want to stop. I guess if you hadn't caught us, I'd have wanted him to stick it' in my little cunt and give me a fuck. You know, the way he fucks you."
"What do you know about the way your father fucks me?" Ruth demanded, slapping the calf of her boot with the riding crop.
"Well," Angie replied, her mind racing for the right answer to contribute to the exciting mood the woman was weaving, "sometimes before the two of you go to bed, if tt looks like you're both getting hot and horny, I sneak into your closet and watch while the two of you undress and play with each other and then fuck. I especially love to watch Daddy sucking your cunt. You both look so exciting then, and then when he sticks that big long prick in your cunt and fucks, I get so horny I take my panties down and finger me little cunny until I have a come."
"So that's the way it is. Well young lady, I can see that more than one butt will be punished tonight Now get up, the two of you and march to my bedroom."
They obeyed at once, Angie's big breasts bobbing, then the woman flicked the riding crop and it kissed Angie's left buttock with a sting which drew a yelp from her and told her that a beating with the crop would be a painful experience.
Angie could feel the woman's eyes on her bottom as she walked up the stairs behind moe, and could feel the continuing sting which the leather tip of the crop had imparted to her cheek. She wondered if she would be able to stand a real beating with it, then thought of the prize which awaited her, five thousand dollars. For that, she vowed silently, she would endure a lot of pain.
As they reached the bedroom, Moe was ordered to strip naked and he did so, pleading with his wife not to punish him too severely and promising he would not do such a thing again. The eyes of the woman flashed as she rejected his pleas and told of how he would be soundly punished. And then he was standing naked and rubbing his buttocks with both hands as though he was already feeling the sting of her riding crop on naked buttocks.
"Look at you, you shameless creature," she went on, tapping his rampant penis with the riding crop. "You pretend to be sorry for your actions, you liar, yet I see how stiff your prick is and I know how you would love to stretch your daughter's little cunt with it. You will be well punished for your lying and for lusting after the body of this innocent child."
The speech and the tone in which it was delivered was exciting to the supposedly innocent Angie who looked anything but innocent as she slipped a hand into her hot crotch and rubbed it slowly over her soft vulva as passion flared hotly through her.
"Why you sexy little bitch," the woman snapped as she observed what Angie was doing. "How dare you play with your cunt so flagrantly in the presence of your own father. Just for that, you will be punished first."
Dropping the riding crop to the floor, she grabbed the protesting young woman by the arm and led her to an armless chair beside the bed. Seconds later, Angie lay across the big, firm, smooth thighs of the woman, tears spilling as the big hand spanked her naked posterior.
Ruth made it a slow spanking, each stinging slap followed by a squeeze of the firm cheek before the hand rose to slap down on the other side of her deep crack, then squeeze again. Angie sobbed through the early part of the spanking, then the slapping hand turned sobbing to crying.
After that, the woman spanked more rapidly and stopped squeezing the silken globes, concentrating on smacking brighter color and fiery heat into them. The more loudly Angie cried, the harder the woman seemed to spank, until, catching her husband's frown, Ruth looked down at the rosy red bottom of the young woman and told herself that Angie had taken enough for the time being.
The spanking finished, she stood Angie on her feet and watched, her big breasts rising and falling in her labored breathing as Angie used both hands to rub at the tingling in her outraged nether cheeks, the motion keeping her breasts swaying enticingly as both man and woman stared intently at the sobbing, naked beauty and thought their erotic thoughts of all that was to come.
But the next thing to come was Moe's punishment as Ruth made very clear by picking up the riding crop and calling the man to her. He approached her, his strong erection twitching as he looked at the cold anger that shone in her eyes, a look which always thrilled him so, no matter how often he saw it or how often she slashed his behind with her riding crop, making his scream and plead for mercy through the excruciating pleasure pain he had come to enjoy and, from time to time, to need.
This time though, Ruth added a new twist to an old game as she had Angie kneel on all fours on the bed with her naked, red behind arched not far from the foot of the brass bed.
"Now you filthy scum," Ruth snapped at her husband, "While I lace your butt with my riding crop, I'm going to keep reminding you that it was the lure of your daughter's beautiful body which brought you to this punishment. Bend over the foot of the bed and press your mouth between the cheeks of her red ass. The redness of her cheeks will be a reminder that you caused her to be punished. While you are being beaten, your tears will run down her crack."
Moe moved into position, but it wasn't quite right, so Ruth had Angie put her head down on the bed and raise her behind a little higher. That did it and the sobbing, trembling man was able to press his lips to Angie's anus and hold her thighs for support. Turning her head to the left, Angie was delighted to see that she could watch the action reflected in the big mirror there.
As he waited for the beating to commence, Moe used a very exciting tongue on the pink ring to delight Angie as she tried to keep her bottom from swaying as it wanted to do. She heard a quick intake of breath, then watched the riding crop swish and sting the man's arched behind. For a long time, it kept doing so as Ruth's harsh breathing blended with the sound of leather on naked skin and the equally exciting sound of Moe's crying. As Ruth had predicted, Moe's tears did find the crack between her tingling buttocks the most convenient route of escape as lie kept his face pressed against her and they were soon trickling through the warm valley and down into her crotch where they did nothing to cool her off as the woman kept swishing her riding crop across the naked behind of her husband until his throat became raw from crying.
As she dropped her riding crop, Ruth quickly pushed her panties down and pressed her belly against her husband's blazing hot behind, savoring the heat while Moe continued to cry with his face pressed between Angie's warm, tingling nether cheeks, hot tears still trickling down her crack.
"I hope neither of you are foolish enough to think I've finished with you," Ruth announced as she went on rubbing her tummy against the hot cheeks, then riding them in a way which made obvious what she would do if she had a penis.
Releasing her grip on his hips then, she gave him a stinging smack on one cheek, then pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, kicking them away, then she unhooked her bra and tossed it toward a chair.
The breasts which had looked so exciting in her bra, sagged a little, Angie noticed, but were still quite attractive and must have been a lot more so when the woman was younger, Angie thought. As she walked around the bed, Ruth had a hand on her vulva and it kept moving gently. As Angie sat watching, she thought of the heat the woman must be generating there and hoped she would get to test it with her mouth and tongue while it was still hot.
As she lay on the bed and opened her legs wide, the woman showed a hairy crotch but the big lips were pink and exciting, soft things to be kissed and licked and sucked, Angie thought.
"All right, you horny little bitch," Ruth told Angie, "get down on me and suck my cunt until I tell you to stop. As for you," she added, looking at her husband, get over here and suck and play with my tits while our daughter laps my cunt. Hurry unless you'd like to feel my riding crop on your butt again."
Ruth's knees were bent up so that as she hurried her face into the warm crotch of the woman, Angie was able to wrap her arms around firm thighs. There was a healthy aroma of musk in Ruth's crotch and Angie took a deep breath of it, then pressed her mouth over the warm, soft cunt and began sucking. As she did, Moe worked on his wife's big breasts with his hands and his mouth and between woman and man, they soon had Ruth moaning and sighing, her body perspiring as it writhed on the bed.
Angie's talented tongue soon brought the woman to climax and then her big behind was bouncing up and down on the bed while Moe continued to suck and fondle her massive breasts until she cried out for the two of them to stop.
But Ruth wasn't finished and it was not long before positions were reversed and Angie was fondling and sucking the big breasts of the woman while Moe sucked greedily in her crotch until she howled in orgasm once more, then sat up and announced that she had to go to the bathroom and that they were both to accompany her.
As Ruth sat her big buttocks on the toilet, Angie and Moe stood before her wondering what was going to happen next. They found out after she finished defecating and a look of excitement returned ot her face.
"The two of you will take turns wiping my butt," she informed them. "You first, Moe and you had both better be very careful to do a good job with the tissue or you may have to do it with your tongues.
Tearing off a strip of paper, Moe crouched beside his wife as she raised her bottom from the seat and carefully wiped her crack. After he dropped the paper into the bowl, Angie went to the woman and took her turn. After that, they both wiped the woman again and then she had them kneel behind her as she stood, bent from the waist, to part her big buttocks and ensure that her crack was really clean.
"Well, that was a lot of fun," Ruth announced with a smile, indicating that the punishment section of the weekend was over. "Let's go get some drinks now that we're all friends again."
Naked, they hurried to the bar and poured drinks. Both Angie and" Moe commented on how good the leather of the bar stools felt on their bottoms which still tingled from the beatings they had received.
"I must have seemed like a pretty cruel bitch," Ruth said with a grin, "but there are times when it's the only way I can get the really big kicks I enjoy."
"You were terribly exciting, Ruth," Angie assured her. "I'll look forward to playing the game with you again. Gee, the way you had us wipe your butt and then check your crack was really something. I've never done anything like that before."
"You'll experience a lot of new things as you meet the rest of our group, dear," Ruth told her. "I hope you'll enjoy them all. If you do, you'll qualify as a real swinger."
"I have a hunch I'm going to enjoy it all because I want to. Speaking of wanting, poor Moe must want to get rid of that beautiful big bone."
"Not permanently, I hope," Ruth gasped with a look of horror.
"I don't know about my cock," Moe said, "but I have a great fear that my balls will explode if I don't blast some of the pressure off pretty soon."
"That would be a tragedy, darling," his wife replied with feeling. "Tell you what, I'll lubricate this little angel's cunt for you, then you can bury your bone in that tight little cunt of hers. How does that sound, darling?"
"like it's Christmas and your both Santa Claus."
"Oh no," Angie protested, "you're Santa Claus with a lovely big toy for me, a toy called a magic giant fucker."
Angie would have gotten out of the comfortable chair in which she was sitting, but Ruth stopped her.
"The chair will do just fine, darling" Ruth said as she got up and went to her. "Just sit on the edge with your legs open and lean back. I'll do all the rest."
Angie obeyed eagerly, then Ruth was on her knees, one hand on a silken thigh, the other rubbing her warm, receptive vulva. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Moe went to stand behind the chair and, reaching over the back of it, he busied his hands with Angie's spectacular breasts. Her nipples responded almost instantly and his loving touch added immensely to the thrill of having her cunt lapped by a woman who knew her business and enjoyed performing it. The combined efforts of husband and wife brought Angie to a magnificently strong orgasm.
"Shall I lie on the couch for you now, Moe?" Angie asked when the delicious orgasm finally passed.
"You could and it would be great," he told her, "but it would be even greater to take you dog-style."
"Then that's the way we'll do it. Would you like to color up my ass cheeks a little first so they'd be warmer against your belly while you're fucking me?"
"What an angel you are, Angie. I've been dying to spank that beautiful ass from the first moment I saw it."
Moe hurried to sit on the armless chair and Angie went to him, rubbed buttocks which were still a little warm from the previous spanking, then she lay across his strong thighs and he gave her a brisk spanking, coloring her lush rounds and making them tingle so strongly that she knew the tingle would continue all through their fuck.
When she got off his lap, Angie quickly dropped to her hands and knees on the thick carpet, her knees wide apart to open the rear approach to her churning vagina. Before Moe could mount her glowing red bottom, his wife crouched behind her, held her hips with both hands and lovingly kissed her tingling rounds, then licked a hot crack between, her tongue teasing the little hole for a few seconds, then she got up.
While Moe got into position behind Angie, Ruth hurried around her, lay on her back and worked her way back until her face was directly under the lush breasts which dangled in pendulous beauty.
"There now, baby," she said and licked her lips, "while my husband rides your beautiful ass, I'll play with these luscious tits and suck them for you. There can't be another pair as beautiful in the whole world."
Ruth stopped talking then as she filled her mouth with silken breast and played with another. Just then, Moe's probing tool found her slit and began pushing up, stretching and delighting Angie as she felt it penetrate farther than anything ever had. She thought it was not ever going to stop and then she groaned as she felt the long cock stretch her uterus and knew that when he shot his juice into her, it would splash right into her womb.
"Oh Jesus," she groaned, trembling as Moe drew her buttocks back against his belly as he buried the strong, king-sized tool in her while his wife sucked and fondled her breasts, "there really is a heaven and I'm in it."
"I'll try to make it a little more heavenly, Angie," Moe told her as he pressed hard against her silken, tingling nether cheeks, "here we go now," he added as he drew his long tool slowly back, then began a delightfully slow ride of her lovely ass with more than eight inches of stiff, throbbing penis as his wife continued to play her games with the big, firm breasts.
As great a sex partner as Clay was, he had never given her such a delightfully slow, exciting fucking, she decided, a fuck so slow and thrilling that Angie climaxed quickly and strongly. While she was jerking and trembling through it, Moe held her tightly against him and loved the feel of her hot, silken buttocks rubbing against him.
He waited until she finished the orgasm, then his style changed and he rode her magnificent ass with the strength and speed of a stallion.
"Oh yes ... yes ... yes," Angie panted, "ride my butt just like that. Oh Moe, I've never been fucked so well ... pour it to me, lover."
Words were still pouring from her when his strong hands pulled her back against him and held her there as he twitched and jerked against her bottom while he shot spurt after strong spurt of semen so deeply into her that she expected to feel it in her throat. When she didn't, she wasn't disappointed as her entire being glowed.
The three romped through a wildly exciting weekend with lots of spanking, sucking and fucking, and when a very tired Angie prepared to leave, Moe had her hold her dress above her waist and tucked a rolled bill into the valley between buttocks still pink from a final spanking.
When she returned to her apartment, she found what she expected, a one thousand dollar bill, just a little bonus, as Moe had called it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The following Friday afternoon, just after lunch, Clay grinned as he handed Angie a paper bag. When she opened it, she was surprised to find that it contained a pair of rubber panties.
"That's right, dear," he told her, baby type rubber pants. Will asked me to give them to you and wants you to put them on now and wear them to his house this evening. You're not to shower, just let the rubber make you nice and sweaty, that's what he and his wife want. Take your panties off and put them on now."
"I wonder why on earth they want me all sweaty in rubber pants?" she asked as she took her own panties off and struggled into the tight garment.
"Who knows? One thing I can assure you is that you will be very sweaty and your ass cheeks will be terribly tender. If they decide to spank you, it will sting like hell. Oh yes, one more thing," he added, "you're not to pee after three o'clock. Better have one now," he said as he looked at his watch, "then be a good girl and obey instructions. Mmmmmm, your ass feels nice in your baby panties," he added as he fondled the rubber clad cheeks with both hands.
By six, Angie felt the need to urinate and while the urge was strong, she refused to disobey. As she saw it, the group had been good to her and she owned it to them to do as they wanted, without question.
When she reached Will and Ida's house the need was such that she felt acute discomfort. When Will introduced her to his wife, she saw the woman's eyes go wide with delight at the sight of her. Angie told of her need to urinate and that seemed to delight the two of them.
"You'll pee soon, dear," Ida assured her, "but we really must have a drink and chat a little first. We regard peeing, properly done, as an exciting sexual experience. For maximum pleasure, the pee should be retained as long as possible. Did you ever pee yourself by accident, when you couldn't make it to the toilet on time?"
"No. Not since I was a little kid at any rate."
"Then you've missed something. That moment when you can't hold back and your pee shoots out is sheer ecstasy. You press your thighs together and try to hold back, but it still forces out and runs down your legs. Sometimes when I do it I almost come. Will and I have both been saving our pee for hours."
"This is all new to me," Angie told them, "but the way you describe it, it does sound exciting."
"It is," Will told her, "and there are so many variations. Sometimes we go walking at night with Ida just wearing ordinary nylon panties. Ida has been holding her pee back for hours and her thighs rub together when she walks. After a while, she can't hold back any longer and she stands there, right on the sidewalk and pees herself."
"Christ, it's exciting, so exciting that each time I pee myself in public like that, it brings me right to the verge of coming. After I've done it, we look for a spot that's nice and dark, then I pull my skirt up to my waist, Will takes his cock out and he pees all over my panties while I turn around slowly, getting it front and back. After that, we come home and he scolds me for wetting my panties, then spanks me through them."
"What a joy it is to spank her with nylon panties soaking wet and clinging to her," Will took over. "We do it in the toilet. I strip naked and she takes off everything but her panties. For a while, each spank sends up a shower of pee spray, then I spank her until her panties are just about dry across the seat. After that, I take her panties off and lick around her pissy crotch and suck her cunt. Of course, we finish up with a nice fuck. She bends over with her feet wide apart and I slip it to her from behind."
"God, this is making me so horny," Angie said with a little squeal of delight. "I always thought peeing was a thing you did when you needed to and that was all."
"You'll learn, dear," Ida told her. "I'm horny too, so let's take our dresses off. I imagine Will will strip naked right away. At least he usually does. I think the reason is that he loves to show his cock and I can't say I blame him, it's a very nice one. Of course you'd know, you did suck him off that day in the office. Christ, I'd love to have watched you suck all five pricks like that."
"It really was something," Angie said as she followed the woman's lead by taking her dress off and thrilling to the way the couple ate her up with their eyes.
While the man finished undressing, Ida went to Angie and fondled the cups of her bra and her rubber panties. The excitement increased Angie's need to urinate, but she was enjoying it then, even though it hurt.
"Angie, darling," Ida told her with feeling, "you're far and away the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I just can't wait to get my face into your crotch. You do enjoy having your cunt eaten, don't you?"
"I love it, Ida, whether by a man or a woman. I can never get enough of cunt lapping and I love to do it too. I'll wear your crotch like a silk mask when you're ready."
"I'll be ready often during this weekend," Ida said, a little tremor of excitement in her voice. Will you lap my cunt when I'm all full of pee?"
"I guess so. Up to now I wouldn't have dreamed of doing such a thing, but you two have convinced me that pee is fun. What does it taste like, anyway?"
"Usually rather salty. It's better if you drink it fresh from the cunt. Sometimes I have Ida squat over my face and piss into my mouth. I'm not always in the mood for that, but when I am it's the wildest thing in the world. Sometimes when she's doing it, I get so excited that I can't wait and I jerk off while I drink her hot pee."
"It sounds exciting and I hate to sound unromantic," Angie said hesitantly, "but isn't it dangerous to drink pee? I mean isn't it full of germs like poop?"
"Heaven's no," Will replied, pulling his foreskin back and waving his stiff prick at Angie. "You see, urine is an acid and so, unless a person has some serious kidney or bladder infection, it's perfectly sterile. In fact, in emergency situations where a disinfectant is needed and none is available, urine is recommended."
"Are you serious?" Angie asked.
"Absolutely, a friend of mine once showed it to me in a manual of emergency first aid. Now we've had enough of serious talk, let's get back to sex."
Sitting, he pulled Angie down on his lap and his hands became busy with the seat of her rubber panties, her thighs and her breasts. While she watched the two, Ida, an attractive red-haired woman of twenty-four, just half her husband's age, took her bra off and played with an attractively firm set of breasts. They were not near the size of Angie's, but they were firm and conical, almost sharply pointed with pretty pink nipples which Angie wanted to suck.
"By the way, dear," Will told Angie, "as much as I like the pee games, I love to eat and fuck cunt too, so don't be afraid you'll go short in that department while you're with us."
"I'm glad to hear that, Will," Angie told him in an intimate whisper. "In that department, I'm kind of an old fashioned girl. I like all kinds of playing around, but I still love the feel of a stiff cock up my cunt, giving me a nice old fashioned fucking.
"That's what I like to hear dear," he told her as he reached around her to unhook her bra and take it off, then gasped as her naked breasts seemed to leap to freedom and jut boldly. It was as though he hadn't seen and felt them before.
"Oh Jesus," hif wife gasped as she hurried closer, "no wonder you couldn't describe what they looked like, darling," she told Will. "Tits like these just can't be described. There aren't enough words in the whole damn language. Let me feel," she added as he moved his hands away to allow her to fondle the firm gems. "Oh my God, they're as firm as teenaged butt cheeks, maybe firmer.
While Ida played with the most beautiful breasts she had ever seen, Will occupied himself with the rubber pants which clung to her beautifully rounded bottom, her tummy and crotch.
"Oh please," Angie almost sobbed, "I need a pee so badly."
"All right, Angie. I just want to slip a hand into your pants first to see if you're nice and hot and sweaty. Oh Jesus, yes. Ida, she's beautifully sweaty."
"Wonderful, dear. Shall I adjust her panties?"
"Yes, hurry," he replied as he patted Angie on the bottom as she stood. "I'm so excited now, I may go off in the air."
"Oh don't do that, Will," Angie told him with a little smile, "it would be such a terrible waste of good cream."
Ida went to her and adjusted her rubber pants, tugging the cuffs down a little, then pushing the garment down from the waist. When she felt the crotch, she found a little slack there, just enough for what the couple had in mind.
"Ready, darling?" Will asked his wife.
"Ready."
"All right, Angie," he told her as he gave her a couple of stinging spanks, "go ahead and pee now."
"You mean ... in my panties? Right here?"
"Yes, angel, pee in your little rubber panties while we watch you. I love to see a woman peeing herself." As though to hurry her, he held her around the waist and gave her two more spanks.
Despite her terrible need, Angie had a little trouble getting the flow to turn on, then she gave a little cry and her eyes went wide with excitement and relief.
Kneeling with his ear against the warm rubber, Will heard her urine shoot hard into the garment, then the crotch bulged as her flow filled it, yet she kept pouring the hot fluid which she had retained for so long.
Is your pee pouring up the crack of your butt, dear?" Will asked excitedly.
"Yes ... yes, it's so hot, it's spreading all around me, my ass and belly and everything," she told him with excitement which matched his.
Angie thought her flow would never stop, but then it did, a few final dribbles adding to the copious quantity already bulging her rubber pants and warming her body.
"Yes, dear, yes," the man enthused as he pressed a hand upward into her crotch and pushed hard, making the warm fluid spread around her buttocks and tummy, but the tightness of the pants kept it from escaping, as the couple knew it would, having played the game before.
"And now let's have a drink," he said as he got up and went to the bar.
"How long am I going to keep these panties on?" Angie asked Ida.
"A little while, dear, then Will is going to take them off in a very exciting way."
Ida took Angie in her arms and they kissed hotly, the woman's hands rubbing over the smooth rubber, feeling well fleshed, firm buttocks and keeping the urine moving around with the pressure of her hands.
When Will returned with the drinks, Ida released her partner with a final pat on the crotch of her pants, then he took the girl in his arms and kissed her with passion. After the kiss, he sucked her breasts for a little while, then dropping to his knees and telling her to open up her crotch, he mouthed the fluid filled panties with such passion that Angie kept squirming and sighing with desire. She couldn't understand why having her panties filled to the limit with warm urine should be so thrilling, but she didn't really try to question it. It was enough to enjoy the feeling and to wonder how her panties were going to be taken off by the man.
While they sipped drinks, Will and Ida told her other stories of their offbeat sexual activities, most of which were related to urination. Ida enjoyed urinating in parks and beside country roads and farm fields where there were little boys around to watch as she lowered her panties, held her dress high and encouraged them to watch her.
When Will finished his drink, he put his glass down and said it was time to go to the bathroom. He helped Angie into the tub and had her stand in it, then he knelt in front of her and played with her full rubber panties some more as she squirmed in mounting passion, not knowing what was going to happen, but sensing that it was going to be exciting, whatever it was.
Kneeling as close to her as possible, he began taking the pants down. It was difficult stripping the tight rubber off her, but he obviously enjoyed the difficulty, then Angie felt some of the liquid leaking down over the rubber and onto the backs of her thighs as her crack was slowly bared.
He paused, then jerked the front of the pants down and her urine poured over his chest as he held her tightly and pressed against her thighs and legs, allowing the flow to bathe him, low, partially muffled groans breaking from him.
When the major portion of the flow had passed, he pushed the garment to her feet and his wife held Angie as he removed the pants, then he began licking all the portions of her body and thighs which had been bathed with her urine.
He got out of the tub then and had Angie stand bent from the waist, her hands gripping the edge of the basin, her feet braced wide apart.
His tool in his hand, he stood against her wet behind, pushed his organ into the tightness of her vagina, then, before he could take even one stroke, he pressed firmly against her and fired his charge into her churning depths. Angie's desire had been great, but the act of intercourse was so brief that it gave her nothing more than terrible frustration.
Withdrawing his spent organ, Will left the bathroom without a word.
"Did I do something to make him angry?" Angie asked his wife.
"No dear, you were perfect, the best ever. It's just that he gets too excited, it takes too much out of him. He keeps a cot in the basement and he'll go there now and be asleep in a minute. In the morning, he'll be refreshed and his old cheerful self. In one way or another, there will be more pee games tomorrow."
"I feel like I could use a shower," Angie said, the excitement of the game having passed and leaving her feeling soiled.
"Of course, dear, I'll help you with a shower and a douche, then we'll have a drink and spend an evening of quiet, beautiful lovemaking."
They showered together and Ida was gentle and thorough as she washed Angie's body carefully after having douched her. The shower finished, her body glowing and feeling clean again, Angie was more than ready for lesbian fun and games. Desire flared strongly and when they returned to the living room, they didn't pour their drinks until they had writhed on the thickly carpeted floor, playing with each other, kissing, licking and fondling, then meeting in full length embrace, each with her face in the crotch of the other, lapping until orgasm removed the rough edges of passion for both of them.
After that, they chatted over drinks, exchanging stories of their sexual exploits, Ida telling tales of various parties she had attended and the things she had seen and done there.
"You know, dear," Ida told her, "your beauty saved you from a spanking tonight. After a woman has worn a pair of rubber pants for hours, her buttocks are Sweaty and sensitive, so very tender. Will usually takes down the woman's rubber pants and gives her a spanking. You are so damn beautiful that you made him forget to do it."
"I'm not so glad I missed it, Ida. I really enjoy spanking and getting spanked. Do you?"
"Love it, darling, both ways. Shall we toss a coin to see who gets it first? God, how I'm dying to have you across my thighs and to spank that lovely ass of yours. It's the most perfect one I've ever seen in my life."
"Thanks, Ida. Since that's the way you feel, we don't need to toss a coin, you spank me first. Want to make a game of it?"
"Oh yes. I'll be a school teacher and you be the student. I've caught you in some serious offense and I spank you, then make you go down on me and suck my cunt. You act terribly afraid of the whole thing and cry a lot.
At Ida's suggestion, they both got dressed, Ida producing a pair of nylon panties for Angie, then they played their game. Ida proved to be a thrilling actress and they managed to extend the session for a full hour.
After that, they dressed again and Angie thrilled to the tingling of her buttocks as they went to the bar and had another drink, then positions were reversed and Angie became the warden of a women's reformatory who took one of the prisoners to her private quarters to spank and humiliate her and to force her to perform cunnilingus on her until she'd had enough.
When that game was over, they enjoyed a nightcap together, then went to bed together. Both thought they were ready for sleep, but it didn't turn out that way and after more conversation, they began playing with each other and it was not long before they were writhing hotly on the bed, each lapping the cunt of the other and producing strong orgasms. Only alter that did sleep claim them and give their tired bodies the rest they needed.
Once during the night, Angie woke to find Ida kissing and licking her buttocks and crack. A dim light had been turned on and she sleepily submitted to being turned over, opened her legs and Ida went down on her and gave her a delightful cunt lapping. When it was over, Ida turned the light off, patted Angie's silken bottom and they both drifted back to sleep.
In the morning, they made love again before they got up and showered together, then went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Since the maid had been given the weekend off, Angie helped with routine household tasks, they chatted like old friends, then around noon, when Will still hadn't made an appearance, Ida went to check on him.
"He's fine," she reported with a smile when she returned, "but he wants to rest for another couple of hours. We'll go to a nice restaurant and have lunch."
They enjoyed a good meal and a couple of drinks and as passion began to build for both of them, they played little games with their knees, then became bolder and brought their hands into play under the table. They saw other diners stealing glances in their direction, and that aroused them even more.
"I think we'd better get going before we get arrested," Ida said with a grin. "I have the damndest urge to get under the table and lap your cunt right here and now!"
Angie giggled, they left money to pay for the meal, then hurried out to the parking lot. As they reached the car, the only person they could see was the youthful parking lot attendant.
Arousal flaring wildly, Ida took Angie in her arms and kissed her with fierce passion, knowing that the youth could see them clearly. While they kissed, she pulled Angie's dress up above her hips and played with her panty clad buttocks.
When they drove past him, they saw that he was sweating more than the temperature of the day justified. As he stared into the car, Angie pulled the hem of her dress high to let him see her thighs and panties.
They found Will nursing a drink in the bar and joined him, telling of their experience in the parking lot and quickly getting him aroused sexually.
"Do either of you need a pee?" he asked and both told him they did. "Fine, my darlings, hold it for a while. I have big plans for the two of you this afternoon."
He kept them waiting for almost an hour until both were straining to hold back the flow which so wanted to escape, then he took them to his basement room. It had a tile floor and on it was a piece of canvas covered with a flannel blanket.
Will stripped naked in a hurry and told them to do the same. They removed everything, including garter belts and nylons, then he played with them both for a while, then told them to lap each other's cunts while he watched. As they writhed together on the bed, the man fondled both their bodies and kept urging them on until, one after the other, they both climaxed.
He played with both warm, wet crotches for a while, then told them to put their panties on. That surprised Angie, but not Ida who had played many games with Will over the years and had watched him play with others and knew what was going to happen. It was a game she liked to play and she told Angie that she would enjoy it too.
"Since you know the game, darling," Will told his wife as he lay on the blanket, his penis stiff and twitching with arousal, "you'll do it first. Make me wait for it as long as you can."
Rubbing a hand in her crotch, Ida knelt astride her husband, her back turned toward his face, then lowered herself, moving backward, her nylon panties stretching to contain her wide behind.
"Are you going to pee right in his face?" Angie asked in a whisper.
"That's right, dear, but I'm going to make him wait. He doesn't know whether it will be thirty seconds or thirty minutes."
Peering closely, Angie saw the look of wild arousal on the face of the man as he breathed deeply through his nose while his wife lightly rubbed her panty sheathed bottom against the tip of it. From time to time, the woman gave a little grunt as though she were going to commence urinating, but each time she proved to be only teasing, and her panties remained dry.
And then she grunted again and Angie saw a circle of wet in the taut nylon, then her urine was dribbling through, most of it in one rather slow stream, its force lessened by the fabric of her panties, but there were other smaller dribbles as well as she showered his face while he groaned and panted, a maniacal look in his eyes, his hands holding her hips as through all aid she would get away.
But Ida obviously had no intention of getting away as she continued to bathe his face with her warm, nylon filtered flow until her pressure diminished and Angie saw that the exciting performance was finishing.
At that point, Will moved a little under her, his mouth opened and he drank until the fluid was no longer dribbling. With a little sigh, Ida sat on his face with her wet panties and rubbed them all over him while he groaned in ecstasy and his stiff penis twitched strongly.
Ida got up then, took her wet panties off and washed her husband's face with them. At one point, he caught her hand, guided the panties into his mouth and Angie saw him sucking greedily. Her excitement was such that while she still needed to pee, she wasn't sure she was going to be able to do it when her turn came.
Leaving Will's face wet and shining, Ida turned, wrapped the wet panties around his stiff rod and rubbed up and down on the pole until he groaned for her to stop or he would ejaculate.
"Your turn, darling," Ida said as she dropped her wet panties and got to her feet. "Give him a nice pee shower, but tease him, make him wait for it as long as you like."
Angie began her teasing by standing above the man, her feet wide apart, a hand rubbing in her crotch.
"I've saved a lot of pee for you, Will," she told him with a taunting smile. "I've never pissed on the face of a man before, but I'm going to enjoy pissing on yours."
"Hurry, Angie, hurry," he panted, reaching to wrap a hand around the shaft of his rampant pecker. "Jesus, darling, I'm going crazy waiting for it to happen. Your little panties are so nice and tight."
"They're nice and hot too, lover man. You'll find out how hot they are when I press them down on your face and give you a nice massage."
When he begged her again to hurry, Angie went down on her knees and straddled his wet, upturned face, her crotch closer to him, but not close enough to satisfy the man.
She would have kept it there longer, but just then she felt a need to break wind. She didn't know whether or not he would enjoy what she had in mind, but she was determined to do it anyway.
Angie held back the escape of gas until she was in position with her anus against his nose, only the thin film of nylon between them, then she let it go.
Neither Will or his wife were expecting the high pitched fart of about two seconds duration which sounded loud and clear in the quiet room. She felt his hands grip her hips strongly and pull her more tightly against his face as his nose pressed into her crack and she felt him inhaling deeply of the odor which seeped through the nylon to him.
Will was still inhaling the surprise aroma from her crack when, without warning, she let her pent up urine go and heard his cry of surprise and delight.
Angie heard the fluid trickling onto his face, then his mouth opened wide as he captured her flow. Ida had seen her husband drink urine before, but not an entire flow as he did with Angie's. When she was nearing the end of her production and the flow slowed, he pressed his open mouth to her dripping panties, took the rest she was able to produce, then sucked the wet, warm nylon.
Sensing that any attempt at intercourse would only give her frustration as he would blast off the moment he got into her cunt, she bent farther over him, caught his throbbing member and drew the head into her mouth. When she had been sucking his prong for less than a minute, she heard a grunt, felt him tense, then he was shooting his rich juice into her mouth. Her head moving slowly up and down over his crotch, Angie sucked him dry, then got to her feet with a smile, took her wet panties off and tossed them to him.
Ida nodded toward the door and began walking. Angie followed her and they went naked to the bar to enjoy a drink and talk of the excitement they had shared with the man with the strange tastes.
"I hate to tell you this, dear," Ida told her as they went to a couch with their drinks, "but the party's over."
"What do you mean? Aren't I supposed to stay until tomorrow afternoon or evening?"
"That was the deal, dear, but I can't risk it. He hasn't as strong heart as he used to have and this takes too much out of him. I'm afraid of what could happen if there were another round."
"My God, I'm glad you told me. I'll take off fast before he comes upstairs looking for more."
"You needn't rush. He won't come up for hours, perhaps not until tomorrow morning, but I don't want to chance it. I'll go to your place with you and we can have our own little ball there. I can't get enough of that tasty cunt of yours and I'd like to have mind lapped some more. Can we spank at your place?"
"Sure. The neighbors have heard plenty of spanking from my apartment and they never make any fuss about it. I get some strange looks, but that's about all. I think we're going to have a wonderful time, just the two of us.
They finished their drinks, showered and dressed, then Ida drove Angie back to her apartment and they enjoyed a wonderful evening of tingling bottoms, hot exciting kisses and thoroughly delightful cunt lapping.
CHAPTER NINE
At forty-one, Bruce was the youngest man of the group. He was a gentle, smiling man with a good sense of humor. Angie sensed that he wouldn't get as carried away as Will had done and that the weekend with him and his wife would be more pleasant, if not as wildly exciting.
His wife, Donna, was an attractive blonde of thirty-seven. She was well fleshed and nicely rounded, but Angie guessed that unless she took very good care of herself, it would not be long before she was puffy and pudgy. She also guessed that the hair inside her panties would not be blonde, but that didn't bother her. like her husband, Donna looked like a woman who enjoyed smiling and laughing.
"I hope you didn't get rusty after your weekend with Mister peepee," Donna kidded as they sat sipping drinks.
"No," she grinned, "I survived. Some of his games can be exciting, but he does get carried away, doesn't he?"
"You can say that again. I'm" always a little afraid with him. I don't mean I'm afraid of him, just that I'll be peeing on his face when he has the big heart attack."
"I can just see the coroner's report," Bruce said, fighting back a laugh. "Died of joy while an unidentified woman sat on him, pissing on his face. Drowning was ruled out as a cause of death."
While the two women doubled up with laughter, Bruce got to his feet and began undressing. He stopped when only his skin remained and his rampant tool told the women he was hot to trot.
"You look ready, lover man," his wife told him, "but I get this angel first. You've already seen all she has and you've had your cock sucked, but I'm dying to have her naked and squirming in my arms."
"That suits me just fine," Angie told her as she got up and took her dress off. She would have removed her bra and panties as well, but Donna told her to stay as she was.
"I want to strip naked and be ready. I'll take your bra and panties off my way, when I'm ready. Jesus. Angie, the way you overwork a bra and panties is some kind of cruelty to lingerie."
Hurrying all the way, Donna took her dress off and threw it away as though she never wanted to see it again. She did the same with her bra and panties and then, clad only in garter belt, nylons and high heels, she went to Angie and took her in her aims. As they kissed, their bodies rubbing together, hands exploring, Bruce looked at them and expected to see steam rising from the two. He had seen his wife in action with women before, but he sensed that with Angie, she was going to achieve a new high.
Their kiss ended and Donna led Angie to the couch. For just a little while, she teased herself by playing with Angie's lovely breasts through the cups of her bra, then she reached around her and unhooked it. As Donna pulled it off and stared at the big breasts, too firm to be believed, she opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. It seemed a shame to waste a wide open mouth, so she filled it with one of the fleshy gourds.
"Didn't I tell you she had tits that weren't to be believed?" Bruce asked as he sat on the other side of Angie and played with one. "Jesus," he went on as he erected the nipple with thumb and finger, "I could be beaten to death with a tit like this and die with a smile on my face."
"Don't worry, Bruce dear," Angie told him, "they're implements of love, not war." Remembering how it had thrilled her before when a couple sucked her breasts at the same time, she put a hand behind his head, guided his face to her other breast and his mouth opened wide to accept the beautiful offering. He sucked as voraciously as his wife did and the two of them had her sighing and squirming on the couch, their sucking mouths setting off delightful sensations in her breasts, but even more exciting ones in her crotch were flames licked and promised even more ecstasy to come.
"Couches are for kids," Donna said as she released the breast she had been sucking and got to her feet, "let's go to bed where there's plenty of room to romp."
The others agreed and they hurried to an upstairs bedroom, Bruce bringing up the rear so that he could admire the lush bottoms of the two women as they mounted the steps.
"My, what dry panties you have, Angie," Donna said as they entered the bedroom and, slipping an arm around Angie's waist, she fondled the crotch of her panties. "That must feel so uncomfortable."
"It does," Angie told her, squirming. "I wish you'd do something about it."
"Consider it done, you beautiful creature," Donna told her, then, taking the hand out of her crotch, but still holding her around the waist, she gave her a brisk shower of spanks which caused Angie to dance and made her big breasts bounce, to the delight of the man who stood holding his rampant tool and feeling it throb in his hand.
Bruce enjoyed spanking a nicely rounded bottom, but he got stronger kicks out of watching one woman spanking another and was looking forward to later when his wife and their guest would swap bare bottom spankings in the classic over the lap position.
"Now we'll do something about those dry panties, dear," Donna said as she pushed Angie down on the bed, then raised her legs high above her.
Donna kept raising Angie's bottom until her weight rested on her neck and shoulders and her crotch was wide open and aimed straight up. Holding her there, she filled her mouth with saliva until her cheeks bulged, then she lowered her face to the crotch of the young beauty and poured the warm saliva all over the crotch of her panties.
When the nylon couldn't absorb it quickly enough and it began to run, Donna brought her right hand into play and rubbed it firmly, making Angie moan with passion. After the fluid had been rubbed into the nylon, Donna pressed her mouth to the wet panty crotch and began sucking. While she did, her husband further aroused her by playing with her buttocks and reaching into her hot crotch to play with her vulva. Seeing how it aroused her, he slipped a finger between the soft, moist lips and began to diddle her. The finger found her clit and the way she began squirming as she went on sucking the crotch of Angie's panties, assured him that she was going to come quickly.
His prediction proved accurate and after just a bit more fingering of her tender clit, Donna wrapped her arms tightly around Angie's waist, she climaxed strongly, and the two women fell onto the bed in a tangle.
"Hey, what the hell," Angie said as Donna stopped panting and grunting and sighed warmly. "I was getting my crotch sucked by you had the come, angel?"
"You could interest me in having a nice big one," Angie told her as she pushed her wet panties down and tossed them away.
"I see you girls need a director," Bruce told them as he got on the bed with them. "My way, you'll both come. As that horny old philosopher Dr. Klow says, "two comes are better than one. Or did he say a bird in the hand is worth two pushes in the bushes?"
"Fuck Doctor Klow, lover and let's get on with the cunt lapping," his wife told him.
"Oh yes, it slipped my mind. Lie down on your back, dear and let Angie deliver her tender little cunt to your mouth. While you lap her, I'll eat your honey flavored little twat."
They hurried into position, Angie lowering her crotch to the woman's mouth, Bruce pressing his face into the wet warmth of his wife's crotch, then the sucking and lapping began as husband and wife went to work while Angie enjoyed sitting on the attractive face of her partner and playing with her breasts as she had her cunt lapped the way she so loved.
Because she had already climaxed once, Donna was quick to come again, but even as she writhed in ecstasy, she went on lapping the moist organ which pressed warmly on her mouth and rubbed subtly, waiting for the moment of erotic explosion.
It was not long in coming and when it arrived it was beautifully strong and thrilling for Angie, causing her to emit broken cries and groans as her crotch rubbed all over Donna's face in wet thanksgiving for a clit well licked.
"There we are, ladies," Bruce said with a look of satisfaction, "I'd say we're off to a good start. Now that you've had your comes, it's time for old Brucie to have his. Lie on your tummies, side by side and I'll give your beautiful bums a beauty treatment of cock oil."
As they turned to lie as he had directed, Angie asked Donna what was going to happen.
"He's going to jerk off on our bums. He hardly ever fucks, he loves all kinds of sex games, but he says fucking is for stevedores. Keep your left leg against me, but more your right open as far as you can so he can kneel between us."
Seconds later, a look of sheer ecstasy on his face, Bruce knelt astride his wife's right leg and Angie's left. There were mirrors all over the room and looking in one, Angie saw his reflection as he stared at the two naked bottoms and took his stiff penis in his hand.
He just knelt there holding it for a little while, then he let it go and used two hands to fondle four well fleshed, silken cheeks. Angie had never seen a man jerking off and wondered how it would feel to have semen spurting over her behind. At first she had considered his plan to be a waste of a good erection, but as she lay beside the other woman and stared at the reflected image of the man while he fondled her buttocks, she felt excitement growing and decided it was going to be fun after all.
"My, what a joy it is to see and feel four such beautiful ass cheeks," he observed aloud as he went on fondling their bottoms, making them sigh warmly. "And now it's time for your beauty treatments, you beautiful angels. Brucie is going to fluff his duff now and cream those lovely cheeks."
"Fluff his duff?" Angie asked.
"Yes, dear," Donna told her. "It's a term he picked up when he was in the Canadian navy during the war. No matter what he calls it, it's still jerking off though. You'll like it. Keep watching and see how he shoots that yummy cream."
In the mirror, Angie saw his right hand moving very slowly back and forth as the man masturbated and she wondered how long it would take.
"Ready, girls," he panted, answering her unasked question, "I'm almost there."
Seconds later, Angie saw the reflection of a blur in the mirror and felt his semen hit her on the left buttock. He had a strong charge and shared it evenly between them. He was accurate too, Angie observed, as each spurt of the rich fluid landed right on target. As his organ stopped spurting, Angie watched him squeeze it and a few more drops of juice dribbled onto her left nether cheek as he sighed deeply in obvious content. letting go of his spent member, he used one hand on the buttocks of each woman, spreading the sticky fluid all over their cheeks and even taking some into their cracks with his fingers.
When that portion of the performance was finished, Bruce had them stand, bent from the waist to rub their sticky behinds against each other. He obviously enjoyed that as he did the sight of their naked breasts dangling pendulously and swaying excitingly.
He kept them rubbing their bottoms together lot almost five minutes, then suggested they go to the bar for a drink. Before they left the bedroom, he fondled their buttocks lovingly and told them again how much he had enjoyed the session.
They stood around the bar, chatting, and Bruce told of how from the first time he had masturbated as boy, he had enjoyed it immensely.
'The first time I fucked a girl, I was about fifteen or sixteen," he went on, "I enjoyed seeing and playing with her naked body, but when I went off in her cunt I felt kind of sad because I couldn't see my juice shooting. After that, instead of going out with girls that fucked, I picked those who liked to play but where afraid of going all the way for fear of getting knocked up. of getting knocked up. they could trust me, it was great. We'd strip naked and really have a ball, I'd suck their tits, kiss their arses and suck their cunts, then I'd jerk oft. Christ, I had more girls than I could handle, so then I started taking two or three at a time and having great little orgies without any fucking."
"By the way, dear," Donna told Angie, "he hasn't told you the whole story. In just a little while, he is going to be hard again and will have a full charge in those big balls. He'll keep on going that way all night."
"My God, he sounds like a miracle man."
"Actually it was a miracle man who gave me the power. It was during the war and I met this nutty old chemist in Montreal. He took me to his room to have a couple of drinks, then he wanted to suck my cock. I was pretty horny right then, so I stripped naked and let him play with me for a while, then he went down on me and gave me a first class blow job.
"Later, when he wanted to suck me off again, I couldn't get a hard-on. It was then that he told me about a special formula he had found in an obscure book of Oriental medicines that had been written hundreds of years ago. He had tried it and it worked."
"This sounds exciting," Angie told him, forgetting about her drink.
"It is. I didn't really trust the old guy, he looked and acted kind of nutty. He saw I didn't trust him, so he took his cock out and jerked off. About a half hour later, he took his cock out again and it was stiff as a rod. He jerked off again and really shot his spunk across the room. Now get this, he was almost seventy years old. After that I believed him. He kept me supplied with the stuff and I used to amaze the guys aboard ship by how often I could get sucked off or could jerk off."
"So you're still taking the medicine?" Angie asked.
"Yes. I came back from one patrol at sea and went back to Montreal on leave. I found my old friend dying of cancer. He gave me a written copy of the formula and ever since then I've been having it made up for me. In an average evening, I can go off a half dozen times with no effort at all."
"My God, no wonder Donna married you. You really are a miracle man. If you enjoyed fucking, you could really wear her cunt out," Angie said.
"Oh I get all the fucking I want," Donna assured her. "Sometimes after we've played a while and he's lapped me once or twice, he'll stick his cock in me and fuck me until I come. After that, he'll keep on fucking and just as he's ready to shoot, he pulls out and fires all over my belly and tits and sometimes my face too."
"Some women," Bruce told Angie, "are horrified or offended that I'd rather jerk off than fuck them, but Donna understands. When she sucks me off, I keep my cock in her mouth until the final second, then I pull it out and shoot it into her mouth. The big thrill for me is seeing that old jism shooting onto tits or bellies or arses or into a mouth. When I was a kid, before girls, I used to shoot over pictures of women, then rub the cream all over the picture and pretend I was doing it to a real woman. Now I don't need pictures."
They chatted a while longer, sipping drinks from time to time, then Angie felt something touching her left thigh and looked down to see that Bruce already had another erection. As her hand closed around it, she found it every bit as hard and strong as it had been earlier.
"What are you going to do with it this time?" she asked, squeezing the long hone.
"For the time being, I'm going to play with it while I watch you and Donna spanking each other. I want to watch that lovely ass of your squirming while she paints those cheeks red with the palm of her hand. You do play spanky-spank, don't you?"
Sure, and I'll enjoy giving her a spanking too. Speaking of lovely bums, your Donna has one."
"Mmmm, you're so right. For starters, stand lace to lace and play with each other's bums. After the spankings, you can go down on each other. After that, I'll decide what to do with this bone. I'm getting an idea already and I like it."
The women faced each other, their breasts touching, each with her hands around the other, fondling firm, silken nether cheeks as passion flared for them as well as for the man. They squeezed and patted lush cheeks, pulled them apart to show and diddle little pink holes, and their breasts mashed more strongly as the game progressed.
"All right, girls," Bruce panted as he played with his prick, "it's time to get the spankings started. Donna, you spank Angie first."
Bruce brought an armless chair closer to the bar and his wife sat on it and patted her thighs. Angie went to her and stood while Donna played with her buttocks for a few seconds, then she lay across her firm, warm thighs, her bottom nicely framed by her black garter belt, dark nylons contrasting with white thighs.
"Wait, dear," Bruce said as he went to them and knelt. His lips were gentle and exciting as lie kissed Angie's buttocks, licked slowly up her craet from bottom to top, then got up to watch as Donna began spanking.
"Oh Jesus," Donna said after the first spank, "I knew she'd be a dream to spank, but she's even better than I expected."
As she went on spanking, she and her husband exchanged comments on the beauty of Angie's bottom, the firmness of cheeks, the sensitivity of them which brought color to the surface from the first spank and kept it growing, and the exciting way she sighed and squirmed across Donna's thighs.
Angie didn't try to hold the tears back when the sting in her buttocks stimulated them and they flowed freely as the sound of her crying made the scene more exciting for all three of them.
"All right, darling," Bruce told his wife as he stood holding his throbbing organ, "that will do for this time."
Donna gave her one more spank on each cheek, the tips of her fingers digging into the hot flesh after the final one, then her husband dropped to his knees again and his lips and tongue paid tribute to the beauty of Angie's glowing red nether cheeks and the warmth of her deep crack.
"Jesus, that was exciting," he panted as he fondled the perfect rounds with both hands. "You're a sweet spanker, darling and she has a perfect ass for it. Now we'll see what kind of a job she can do on your lovely ass. I'm dying to see those beautiful bit tits bouncing around while she gives you your ass smacking."
Angie got up, her eyes shining, face wet with tears as she massaged her hotly tingling nether cheeks.
"I hope I didn't give you too much," Donna said.
"No, it was yummy. Christ, there's no feeling in the world like having your ass hot and tingling and knowing that that hand is going to keep on smacking it. You're so good at it, darling. I'll try to be just as good giving you yours."
Sitting on the chair, she had Donna stand between her parted legs and fondled her buttocks with one hand while the other rubbed in her crotch, finding moisture there and spreading it around.
"All right, your naughty girl," Angie told her as her hands continued to work, "Mummy is going to spank your pretty little ass now. Come turn it up over Mummy's lap and get ready to cry."
"But I didn't do anything wrong, Mummy," Donna sobbed, playing her game. "Why are you going to spank me?"
"Because I enjoy spanking and you have such a pretty ass. When I'm spanking you ass, my cunt will get all hot and horny. It will make your daddy horny too and he'll want to fuck me. I'll give your bare ass a hard spanking, then I'll let you watch me and daddy fucking and sucking. You like watching that, don't you, dear?"
"Yes, Mummy. His cock is so big and hard and your cunt is so pretty too."
"All right, dear. Give your daddy a kiss on the cock, then come lie across my thighs to get your butt warmed."
Trembling with excitement generated by Angie's game, Donna went to her husband, took his tool in her hand, kissed the velvet head, then pushed it into her mouth and gave it a little suck. Letting it go then, she went to Angie and sighed as she lay across her lush thighs, squirming into position, then continuing to squirm because she enjoyed the feel of it.
Angie, her breasts rising with a deep breath, patted the well rounded, firm cheeks, raised her right hand and paused, watching the woman's buttocks tensing and relaxing in anticipation. As she kept her waiting for the first smack, Donna squirmed and made little sobbing sounds, the the hand came down briskly and made a sound like a pistol shot as it slapped, then squeezed the fleshy round.
She did the same to the other cheek, then, adjusting her grip on Donna's right arm, she began spanking with a steady, thrilling rhythm while her husband watched and played with his prong which throbbed strongly as his eyes and ears feasted on the erotic tableau being staged by Angie and his wife.
When she began to cry, his excitement rose another notch. The crying was girlish at first, in keeping with the role she was playing, then it was the crying of a woman, a woman whose buttocks were being soundly spanked.
As thrilling to Bruce as the sight of his wife's red nether cheeks, was the motion of Angie's breasts which kept swaying and bouncing as the spanking hand rose and fell.
When Donna was crying loudly and squirming wildly over her lap, Angie paused to examine her fiery red buttocks and decided, reluctantly, to stop spanking. Holding the woman on her lap, she fondled the tingling cheeks, then took her hands away from them as Bruce knelt to minister to his wife's bottom with his mouth.
He got up after a little while and Donna got off Angie's lap, rubbing at her nether cheeks with both hands, as Angie had done earlier, after her spanking.
"Ready to have something done about that stiff prick now?" Angie asked him.
"I sure as hell am, sweetie," he told her. "Bend over and grip the edge of that table. Keep your feet wide apart. Yes, that's just right."
He got behind her as she waited to see what would happen, and was surprised to feel his cock move between her legs. He found her slit and pushed the full length of his tool into it. Holding her hips strongly with both hands, he gave her about six slow strokes, then pulled his pecker out and called his wife to come and suck on it.
Dropping to her knees, Donna admired the stiff rod, shining with the moisture Angie's cunt had imparted to it, then she took it in her mouth and tasted the familiar and exciting flavor of twat.
After a little while, he took his tool out of her mouth and had her bend as Angie had done. Moving close behind her, he slipped it into her quim and stroked it there for a little while before giving it to Angie to suck on.
The women marveled at his staying power as he played the game for a long time, his penis moving from cunt to mouth to cunt to mouth as the two women showed him that they could enjoy his game as much as hid did.
Bruce was stroking his organ in his wife's moist pussy when he felt the approach of his ejaculation. Pulling it out, he told Angie to kneel and open her mouth wide. Wrapping a hand around the sticky, wet shaft he began to pull himself, his hand moving with studied slowness, not wanting to hurry the finale of his exciting game.
"Are you going to shoot your cream into my mouth?" Angie asked, eagerly.
"Some of it, darling. I'll splatter some over your pretty face too. Cream is very good for the complexion, you know. Ready now, Angie, open your pretty mouth wide ... her it comes ... uh ... now," the pan panted and the first spurt hit the edge of her mouth, some of it going inside, the rest trickling down her chin. He shot the next spurt into her mouth, then directed the next one onto her cheek. As he kept spurting, Angie blessed the old Montreal chemist who had given him such power as Bruce went on shooting semen into her mouth and over her face.
The moment he stooped spurting it Donna dropped to her knees in front of Angie and began licking up the rich fluid with which he had bathed her face. After she had licked her face clean, she went down to her breasts to lick up the semen which had dribbled onto them, then sucked the gorgeous gourds one alter the other until Angie was panting and groaning with desire for more.
Basing her down onto the thick carpet, Donna buried her face in her crotch and gave her more, much more as she licked and sucked her churning cunt until she kicked her legs high in the air as orgasm swept Over her and brought her the relief and content she so desperately needed.
Through the remainder of the weekend, their games followed much the same pattern as Bruce kept erecting so frequently that Angie was constantly amazed at his prowess. For all of his erections though, she got fucked only once, after breakfast on Saturday morning when he spanked her, then had her bend over the table and slipped it to her from behind.
While Bruce rode her tingling, red behind, his wife joined the act by taking butter in both hands and smearing it all over Angie's breasts. Later, after Bruce had shot his strong charge into her, he and Donna licked the butter off her breasts, terming it their breakfast dessert.
CHAPTER TEN
Harry greeted Angie when she arrived at his home early Friday evening. As he closed the door behind her, he took her in his arms and kissed her, passionately, a hand fondling her buttocks as he did, then took her into the living room to meet his wife.
Angie almost gasped aloud in surprise as she saw that there was a boy in the room, his eyes wide as he stared boldly at her. But it was only the first of many surprises for her as Harry introduced his wife, Jean, and their fifteen year-old son, Trent.
Jean rose and took Angie in her arms for a kiss that was as sexy as her husband's had been, then the boy went to her for his. His tongue shot into her mouth, a hand rubbed her buttocks as his father had done, and she felt the form of his erect penis press against her.
"My," she blinked after the kiss, "you have a very advanced son, for fifteen," she said and the man and woman laughed along with their son who looked quite pleased with himself.
"Advanced is hardly the word for that cunt happy little devil," his mother said proudly. "He's the randiest young torn cat I've ever known."
Harry poured drinks for them and Angie heard the boy plead with his mother to be allowed to spend the evening with them.
"Trent, you're not to ask that again. You made a date with Jenny and you'll keep it. You will spend the full evening with her, and just to make sure you don't cut it short, you are not going to get to fuck Angie tonight. She'll be with us all weekend and you'll get all the pussy you want tomorrow and Sunday."
When he began to plead again, his mother threatened him with a strapping and he came to a full halt, blushing a little.
"Cheer up, Trent," Angie told him with a smile, "I'm a very horny girl myself and we'll have lots of fun. Are you going to get laid by your girlfriend tonight?"
"Not a chance," he replied, sadly, "she won't even let me touch her tits."
"Speaking of tits," his mother broke in, "I'm just dying to see those beauts of yours, Angie. Harry hasn't stopped talking about them since that day in the office. Let's take our dresses off."
They both did, and the man stripped naked, but Trent had eyes only for Angie as she posed in bra, panties and black, sheer nylons, her bra low cut to display generous portions of her yummies and the deep valley between.
Jean hurried to her and fondled her breasts with both hands as her husband approached from behind to play with Angie's lush buttocks in their nest of sheer, black nylon.
"Mmmmm," Jean sighed as she rubbed a hand down Angie's belly and into her crotch, "what nice hot panties you have darling. Does your little pussy want to be licked?"
Tt always wants that, Jean," she assured her as the hand continued to rub.
"Then let's go to the couch and talk about it."
Turning to her son, Jean told him it was time for him to leave to pick up his date. She saw tears in his eyes and felt sympathy for him.
"Come, darling," she said to him as she and Angie sat on the couch, "Mummy will fix you up. You can't go out on a date in that state. Would you like me to pull you off?"
"Yes," he said quietly as he went to her, opened his fly and took his stiff little cock out.
As the mother closed a hand gently around his penis, the boy began to pant and looked down into Angie's breast. Taking his right wrist, she guided his hand to a cup of her more than well filled bra and felt his squeezing and rubbing.
"There ... there, darling" his mother said as she slowly pulled his pecker, "you just play with Angie's nice big tit while Mummy jerks you off. When you let your cream shoot, I'll stick your cock between my tits. You like it that way, don't you, dear?"
"Oh yes, Mummy. I like it better when my cock is shooting in your cunt or your mouth, but I like it in between your pretty tits too.
Jean masturbated him gently for a little while, then heard his pant that he was going to blast off. When he did, she tucked the head of his tool between the cups of her bra where her valley was warm and smooth, gave it a few more jerks, then he was spurting his rich, warm semen which trickled down between her big breasts. She let him pour out his full charge, then squeezed the final drops out of the softening shaft and licked them off the head of the boyish organ.
Tucking his spent member back into his pants, the boy zipped his fly closed, said goodnight to the group and left for his date, leaving Angie still a bit dizzy with shock at all she had seen and heard.
"What do you think of our happy little family unit?" Harry asked after Trent left the room.
"Wow! That was quite a surprise. I've heard of modern parents who swing with their kids, but I never ran into it before."
We hadn't really planned it," Jean told her as Harry refreshed their drinks. "We were having an orgy in the basement room one night, about a year ago, when I went into the storeroom which adjoins our playroom to get a flat stick to give someone a spanking with. You can imagine my surprise at finding Trent with his eye to a hole in the wall, watching the whole show. Of course he was a bit surprised too when I walked in on him wearing just my garter belt and nylons.
"After we both got over our shock, he admitted that he often watched our orgies and begged me to let him keep watching. I didn't know what the hell to say or do, so I told him to stay and that we'd discuss it the next day.
"When I told Harry what was going on, he laughed so hard he damn near pissed in his pants. I could laugh about it too, then."
"That was quite an introduction to sex," Angie commented.
"It sure as hell was, but it was only the beginning," Jean told her. "Anyway, the group stayed over the weekend, or at least some of them did, so Trent and I didn't get a chance to talk until Monday. It was so important that we agreed he should take a day off from school.
"He had been thinking about it a lot, obviously, and asked to be allowed to swing with our friends. At first, I refused to even discuss it, but we had a long chat about it and by the time we finished, the clever little devil had talked me into jumping in the sack and romping with him, giving him his first piece of ass ever, me, his own mother."
"And you did?" Angie asked, excited.
"Believe it. I was fully dressed and took him to the bedroom. I taught him how to kiss and how to feel a woman up through her clothes, then to slip a hand inside a dress to fondle bra cups and thighs to get her really worked up. I took my dress off then and let him work me over some more, then my bra went and he had a lesson in tit fondling and sucking.
"I let him play with me through my panties for a long time, and showed him how to lick and suck the crotch of a woman's panties, then I let him take them off and go down on me. He ate cunt like a dream right from the start and gave me a yummy come. After that, I laid on my back and invited him aboard. The poor dear barely had his stiff little cock in my cunt when he went off. I wrapped my legs around him and held on tightly while he drained his prick into me."
"What an experience that must have been," Angie said, impressed with the way the woman had told the story. "Doesn't it make you wish you had a daughter, Harry?"
"We have a daughter, but she married and left home before we included Trent in our fun and games. Once of these days, when she comes to town for a visit without her husband, we're going to try to lure her into our style of sex. Trent is dying to get into her panties and so am I. Hell, so's her mother, she'd love to eat that tender young cunt of hers."
As her husband talked, Jean took her bra off and rubbed breasts that lacked the firmness of youth, but were big, nicely tipped and firm enough, Angie decided. Dropping the garment, she reached around Angle and took her bra off, gasping aloud at the sight of the beauties she had bared, her tongue licking over her full lips in erotic anticipation of sucking them.
"Jesus, Angie, when Harry told me how big and beautiful your tits were, I thought he was exaggerating. Now I see he wasn't. Oh Christ," she sighed, as her hands fondled and squeezed, this is too smooth to be either skin or silk, what is it?"
"I'm afraid it's just old fashioned skin," Angie told her with a smile. "How about each of your sucking one for me. I get a real kick out of having a husband and wife sucking my tits at the same time."
"Come on, baby," Harry said with enthusiasm as he got up. "Action like this calls for a nice wide bed."
The three of them left the room, leaving their drinks behind, and hurried upstairs to a tastefully appointed bedroom where they hurriedly got onto the extra wide bed.
Husband and wife each claimed a luscious breast and as they fondled and sucked them, Angie played with Jean's, keeping her squirming while she sucked like a greedy baby. When her nipples began to feel raw, she groaned and asked them to stop.
"Isn't she mean?" Harry asked his wife with a wink and she agreed, pouting.
"I think any woman as mean as that should have her panties taken down and her bare butt spanked, don't you?
"Oh yes, dear, definitely," Jean agreed. "I could look after her punishment if you're too tired, darling."
"That's very generous of you, Angel, but I feel it would be mean of me to expect you to handle such a big job by yourself," he replied, trying to keep a serious expression.
"Well then, darling," his wife countered, "perhaps we should share the task. Would you mind doing the extra work of taking her panties off?"
"I do mind, of course," Harry told his wife in the Same serious tone. "The way they cling to her ass and snuggle in her crotch indicates that they'll be so difficult to remove, but I feel it is my duty."
Their conversation so aroused Angie that she was rubbing her thighs together, savoring the heat and tingling anticipation she felt in her crotch. When Harry gave her his hand, she took it and they both got off the bed.
While Angie stood beside the bed, Harry dropped to his knees and told his wife he would have to explore the clinging panties in order to figure out how to take them off. To aid him in his exploration, Angie stood with her feet braced well apart, leaving room in her warm crotch for a hand, a hand which went there quickly while another investigated the manner in which her lash buttocks overworked the nylon which managed to contain them, partially, while exposing portions of silken white cheeks.
"Poor darling," Jean said with sympathy as she knelt up and claimed Angie's breasts with two gentle hands, "t pains me to see you working so hard. Let me know if you get tired."
"I will, darling, but I think I'm making progress. The crotch of her panties is getting a little damp.
Do a woman's panties come off more easily after they are wet in the crotch?"
"Oh yes, dear, much more easily. Keep up the good work. You're so devoted to duty. I'll keep her tits warm while you're at it."
For the next little while, Harry worked at Angie's panties, making the crotch wetter, and then he solved the mystery of them and was pulling them down as she squirmed with desire.
"What was she hiding in the seat of her little panties, darling?" Jean asked as she watched him bare the neat triangle of pubic hair which contrasted so excitingly with the white skin of tummy and thighs.
"You'd never have guessed," Harry replied, "but she has a ass here. It's a very beautiful ass consisting of two lovely round cheeks and a deep crack. I suspect there may be a little pink hole in the middle of the crack, but I haven't checked yet."
"Why the sneaky little devil," Jean said in a tone of exasperation. "She's been hiding a pretty little cunt as well," she went on as her left hand moved gently into the warm crotch. "She really must be punished by both of us. You spank that pretty ass first, then I'll take over when you get tired."
Allowing Angie's panties to fall around her ankles, Harry helped her step out of them, then slowly ran his hands up the backs of her nylon sheathed legs, her firm, silken thighs, then to her buttocks which he caressed so lovingly that she sighed loudly and rubbed them back against his hands. While he continued to fondle them, his wife kept a hand in Angie's crotch and fondled a lush breast with the other.
"Are you going to take your punishment like a good little girl?" Jean asked her.
"Yes, Mummy," Angie sobbed. "It's going to sting my bare ass and make me cry, isn't it?"
"Yes dear, it is," Jean told her in, a gentle tone, "but that's the way it has to be when a little girl has been naughty and her Mummy and Daddy spank her on the bare ass. You lie over Daddy's lap now, turn your pretty ass up and he'll give you a spanking. When he's finished, Mummy will spank you too. Cry nice and loudly, darling, Mummy and Daddy like to hear you crying because your ass is stinging."
Taking her by the hand, Harry led Angie to a chair, she draped her naked form across his thighs and he used his right hand to explore the area framed by her garter belt, suspenders and nylons, then he began spanking her.
He didn't try to hurt her, but smacked briskly and produced a sting which she found delicious as his right hand slapped from cheek to lovely cheek and warm pink replaced the flawless white of her buttocks. She had to pretend crying for a little while, then the smacking of her lush nether cheeks provided the real thing and tears flowed freely.
When he stopped spanking her, Harry helped her to her feet, then knelt behind her and kissed and licked the silken rounds before sending her to his wife for the second part of her spanking. Jean spanked a little more soundly than her husband had done, with the result that Angie cried more loudly and kicked her lovely legs while the man watched, his cock stiff in his right hand, stiff with desire to push into her tender young slit and stretch it wide. He recalled how wonderfully she had sucked him off and vowed that he would resample that too before the weekend ended.
While Jean spanked hard, she didn't administer nearly as many spanks as her husband had done before she squeezed a red, tingling buttock and groaned deeply.
"Jesus, darling," she panted as she helped Angie to her feet, I can't wait another second. Come on to bed and we'll eat cunt. I'm almost coming right now."
They hurried to bed and, without any preliminary playing or kissing, each hurried her face into the crotch of the other and they staged a thrilling display of cunt lapping for the man who fondled them both until they licked each other to orgasm.
When they finished, they rolled apart and lay on their backs across the bed. Jean did so to rest, but Harry wasn't about to allow Angie to rest though and as he approached her, his stiff tool in his hand, her eyes widened with delight.
"Give it to me, lover man," she groaned. "My cunt has been made nice and slippery for your lovely big cock. Ram it to me, sweet man and fuck the butt oil me. Jesus, I've never been so horny in my life."
As Harry guided his tool into Angie's crotch, he thrilled at the wetness and warmth his wife's mouth had imparted there. He parted the soft wet lips of her hot cunt and gave her just the head of his organ, feeling it stretch her. Her naked behind wriggled on the bed as she panted for more, then he lowered himself onto her silken, receptive body, slowly pushing the long bone into her belly, impaling her and drawing groans of ecstasy from her.
He went on to give her an unhurried riding, his long, strong tool pistoning with thrilling slowness, bringing her again to the brink of orgasm, then sending her hurtling into the erotic abyss, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, her perspiring body jerking upward despite the weight of the man.
Harry waited until her spasms had stopped, then he resumed screwing her until she felt him grinding and twitching in her crotch. When he began to spurt, she used strong vaginal walls to suck him off. She drained him, then made him groan as her cunt went on sucking his spent cock. He tried to pull away, but her arms and legs were strong as she crushed him, holding him in her crotch and continuing to suck with her strangling vaginal walls until she saw he was on the verge of fainting. With a sigh, she released him and he rolled off and lay in a state of near collapse.
When Trent returned from his date, he hurried to the basement playroom where he found the three naked and sitting at the bar, chatting and sipping drinks. It was then close to midnight and his mother told him he could stay with them for only a few minutes, then he would have to go to bed.
His eyes were feasting on Angie's breasts, so she spun around on the stool and gave them to him to play with. He accepted the offering eagerly and made little whining sounds as he fondled them. After a little, she fed one into his mouth and allowed him to suck it.
"I've got another hard-on," he said proudly as the breast was taken out of his mouth. "Could I fuck Angie now, Mother?"
"No, dear. We've all had enough for now. You go to my bed and await for me. You'll sleep with me tonight and Angie will sleep with your father. I may give you a fuck or suck your cock to put you to sleep. Did you get any closer to getting into her panties tonight?"
"Not much, I got a hand inside her blouse to feel her tits through her bra, and I got a little beyond the tops of her nylons, but still nowhere near her panties. Christ she's chicken."
"Be patient, dear," his mother counseled. "Most girls her age are afraid of getting knocked up. One day, when you least expect it, she's going to let you slip her panties off, open her legs and take your cock up her virginal little cunt. Think of what a thrill it will be, darling, what a reward for all your hard work. Just make sure you have a rubber with you every time you go out. Off you go to bed bow, dear. If you're still awake when I get there, I'll fix you up for a good sleep."
Trent left without further protest, pausing only to steal a quick feel of Angie's buttocks as she bent over the bar to accept a drink from Harry. The adults finished their nightcaps, then called it a night.
Upstairs, Harry kissed his wife good night, patted her wet crotch and she went to join their son in bed as Harry and Angie went to another bedroom.
Harry wanted a sexual nightcap, but had difficulty getting his penis to rear its head for the fray. Angie told him she would help all she could, so she knelt astride him, her crotch above his face, giving him something to see and play with while she guided his soft cock into her warm mouth and began sucking it.
More quickly than he had expected, she had him hard again and asked him what he wanted to do.
"Jesus, Angie, it felt so good in your mouth. Put it back in and suck me off. Don't hurry it and I'll eat your cunt some more while you blow me. That s it, baby, deliver that little pink honey-pot right to my mouth. Mmmmmmmmm," he sighed and stopped trying to talk as she lowered herself onto him, the wet warmth of her crotch thrilling as he held her and rubbed her hips and smooth buttocks while he lapped her and she sucked his throbbing prick until it coated her throat with cream and left her ready for a good night's sleep.
In the other bedroom, Jean arrived to find her son sitting up naked in her bed, thumbing through strongly erotic photographs and playing with a penis which looked very hard indeed.
He watched her, putting the pictures down, as she took off her shoes, nylons and garter belt, then got into bed, naked, and took the boy in her arms.
"What would you like, dear? Fuck or suck?" she asked as she held him on her body, his penis pressed between her warm, silken thighs.
"More than anything, Mummy," he told her, "I'd like to give it to you up your beautiful big ass."
"You know the price of that, darling. Are your prepared to pay it?"
"Oh yes," he assured her, eagerly.
"Then get me my brush, dear."
He went to the dresser for her wooden backed hair brush and when he returned with it, his mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor. Handing her the brush, her hurriedly turned his bottom up over her lush thighs and she began spanking.
Despite the fact that she was tired from a full evening of sex, Jean managed to give him a very adequate spanking which caused fires to burn in his sensitive bottom cheeks and made him cry loudly as he kicked his legs and squirmed.
Through the whole ordeal, he kept sexual arousal strong as he pictured his mother kneeling naked on all fours on the bed in a little while, her big white behind excitingly arched, the little pink hole winking in invitation for him to push his stiff prick into it and rub against her lovely behind while he ass fucked her and shot his load of juice into her bowels.
He was still crying when she tossed the brush away, told him he had paid the price of admission to her anus, then fell back on the bed with him in her arms, feeling his strongly erect organ throbbing against her bare tummy as she fondled his hot, tingling buttocks.
"Ready, darling?" she asked as his sobbing passed.
"Oh yes, Mummy. You know how much I love your big ass and your tiny little arsehole."
"All right dear, get my arsehole ready. You know how."
Jean got up then and knelt on all fours, her big breasts swaying, her white behind also swaying a little in a highly erotic motion. Crouching behind her, her son kissed and licked her buttocks, making them more slippery and exciting. Then he was licking her crack and especially her anus.
After a little while, he curled his tongue and worked it into the hole, the act of preparation his mother liked best. Her husband never reamed her that way and it always delighted her when the boy did it.
He tongued her for a long time, then she told him to go ahead and bugger her. Trembling and perspiring, his buttocks still tingling from the spanking, Trent knelt up behind his mother and played with the head of his little penis between the big, arched cheeks. So close to the beginning of the act, he delighted in teasing himself that way until she told him to put it into her and to start riding her behind.
Trent brought the head of his organ to the pink ring, paused, then slowly pushed it into her, sighing as he did. When it was buried all the way, he pressed there and reached around his mother, getting a hand into her crotch and finding the little passion bud between the soft lips of her cunt. Continuing to press against her lush behind, he fingered her clit until she went into orgasm, panting and jerking.
When she emerged from it, he gripped her well fleshed hips with both hands and began ass fucking. Thanks to her having masturbated him earlier, he was able to give her a very long riding before he reached the point of no stopping. With a few quick strokes, he sent himself over the edge and jerked strongly as he pressed against her smooth behind while his semen pumped up into her rectum.
Knowing how much she enjoyed it, he stayed hard against her as he fingered her clitoris until she had another orgasm, then he withdrew his spent member and, as usual, used her nylon panties to wipe it off. The boy would wash them for her tomorrow and would enjoy the task. He loved his mother's panties, whether or not she was in them, as he loved her girdles and corselettes.
The four participants on the night of lust slept well and very soundly. When Trent woke in the morning, he eased the sheet off his mother and admired as she slept deeply, partly on her left side, partly on her tummy, her lovely big behind ideally presented. He wanted to touch it and play with and between the ample cheeks, but knew it was not a good idea, that she would resent being wakened that way.
His tool was stiff, so he played with it instead and thought of the thrill that would be his later when he went to bed with their beautiful guest, the most beautiful and exciting woman he had ever seen.
Angie woke, lying on her back, her breasts being fondled and sucked by her partner of the night. With a sleepy sigh, she found his penis and it was so hard that she became stimulated instantly.
"What a lovely way to start the day," she told him as he moved a hand to her crotch and began to prepare it. "Are you going to fuck me?"
"You can make book on that, baby," he told her, "but it's going to have to be a bit of a quickie. I have a date to play golf this morning."
"You're kidding," she gasped and sat upright on the bed.
"Hell no, I play Golf every Saturday morning. A friend and I have a continuing wager going. The loser has to suck the winner's cock."
What happens if you tie?"
"Then we blow each other. You'd be surprised how often we tie. It can be very easy to miss a six inch putt if you want to feel a big cock shooting cream into your mouth."
"I didn't realize you enjoyed copping joints," Angie told him in surprise.
"Hell, lady, if it's sex I enjoy it. Ready baby, that sweet cunt of yours should set me up for a great game of golf. Watch the way I handle my driver," the man said as he knelt over her with his tool in his hand.
She sighed as he fed his stiff prick into her warm little slit, then he gave her a good ride, making her come just moments before he pumped his strong charge of juice into her receptive cunt. This time, she didn't suck him dry, not wanting to weaken him for his other game.
Trent was still randy when his mother woke, but she wasn't in the mood for sex and told him to go make a pot of coffee. lie met Angie in the kitchen, naked, her inner thighs still showing the signs of what she had done with the hoys father. She had already made the coffee and poured a cup for him and one for his mother.
Delivering the coffee, he returned to the kitchen and suggested to Angie that they could steal a quick fuck since his mother wouldn't be getting up for a while.
"No thanks, dear. Your father gave me a quickie already this morning. I want to save you for something better than that, later. I'm going to have a shower after I fnish my coffee. Care to join me and rub nice, rich later all over my tits and ass everywhere?"
"I sure would Mother lets me give her a bath from time to time. Man, how I love bathing a bare naked woman, especially a beauty like you."
"I'm glad, dear," she told him with a smile, "but I want you to promise me that you wont do anything to spoil that nice hard-on. I want you strong when you fuck me this afternoon."
"Do you mean we have to wait until afternoon?" he asked, sadly.
"I'm afraid so, dear. Your Daddy wants to be on hand to watch. We're going to do it a very special way and it sounds very thrilling. By the way, do you suck cocks?"
"I haven't yet. Dad does and he seems to like it. I guess I'll give it a try one of these days. I think I'd like to start with a big black prick."
"I'm glad to sec you're such a liberal, dear," Angie told him. "For a long time now, I've wanted to be fucked by a big black man. I want to watch it in a mirror and see the contrast in our skins. I think I'd like to eat black cock too. Shall we go have that shower now?"
They hurried to the bathroom, the prospect of their shower more exciting by far than a usual one. Angie turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature while the boy crouched behind her and played with her buttocks.
When the shower was ready, she stepped into it and Trent followed close behind. After the spray had wet them nicely, Angie took him in her arms and they shared a passionate kiss, their wet bodies rubbing together.
Angie ended the embrace and gave him the soap, observing how his hand trembled as he took it from her.
"Start with my arms, shoulders and armpits," she told him. "After that, do my big tits if you think you can handle them."
"You'll see," he told her as he rubbed the soap in his hands and worked up a thick lather.
He washed her with a skilled touch which showed that we had bathed his mother often, then, after finishing her smooth armpits, he worked more lather in his hands and carried it to her breasts.
"Mmmmmm, you do it so well, dear," Angie told him with a contented sigh.
"I could wash your lovely big tits forever," Trent said with feeling as his hands rubbed lovingly.
"But then we'd run out of hot water and I'd get cold."
"I'd keep you warm," he replied, rubbing so that her nipples hardened and elongated.
When Angie told him to, Trent rinsed her lovely breasts, then worked downward over her tummy with more lather. He spent a long time creaming her buttocks with the rich lather and working it into her crack, then he rinsed her with equal care, parting her firm nether cheeks to ensure that all the lather was rinsed from her crack before he took the next bath of lather into her crotch where his hands were so gentle that he kept Angie sighing as he worked lather between the soft, tender lips, then rinsed with equal care.
He washed her thighs and legs with equal loving care and he was just washing her feet when his mother came into the bathroom, as naked as they.
"I think I'd better keep an eye on you two," she said. Von are not to shoot your load this morning," she reminded her son who hid his disappointment, having hoped to seduce Angie during the shower.
Instead, when Angie got out of the shower, Jean got into it and had her son help her. Later, sin washed his cock and balls and left him to look alter the rest of his body while she toweled herself.
After breakfast, Jean had to do some shopping. She decided to take her son with her to keep him out of Angie's panties, wanting him to be strong for the planned matinee. Alone in the house, Angie read erotic stories and masturbated from time to time. When she heard Harry returning, she saw that he had a man with him, so she went to her room for a negligee.
"Who won the game?" she asked as she returned to the loom and found the men sipping drinks.
"He did," Harry said casually, "that's why we're here, to pay off the best. He gets his cock sucked."
II it's all the same to you, Harry old buddy," the man said, his penis stiffening at the sight of Angie in her sheer negligee, "I'd rather collect it from this beauty. Christ, I didn't know they made women like this."
"Sorry, the bet is that I suck your cock. If you want to go down on her and eat pussy first, I don't mind."
At once, the man began undressing and Harry did the same. To keep in the mood of the moment, Angie shrugged out of her negligee. As they stripped, she saw that they both had erections.
The visitor hurried to Angie and began playing with her. He was still doing so when Jean and Trent returned from shopping and Harry told them what was happening. A little later, Angie lay across the couch with her crotch wide open. The naked man knelt and lapped her cunt with exciting greed until she climaxed.
"Come on Harry boy," he said as he got to his feet, his organ throbbing, "kneel down and pay off that wager."
While the others watched with interest, Harry knelt, caught the twitching cock in his right hand, then pushed it into his mouth and began sucking.
Angie had never watched one man sucking another off and she found it exciting. Harry blew the man with easy skill, indicating it was something he had done often and enjoyed. It was not long before the other man was panting as he told Harry to get ready for a big drink.
He went off, grunting and groaning and Harry sucked more greedily. A little semen escaped from the corner of his mouth, but he retained most of the man's flow. When the penis slipped out of his mouth it was soft and spent.
"How about blowing me?" Harry asked his partner.
"That wasn't part of the wager," the man replied
"Hey Dad," Trent said eagerly, "let me do it. It's time I learned what it's like to suck a cock."
Harry hesitated, obviously considering the offer, then he looked at Jean and she shrugged.
"Come and get it, Trent," he said, smiling and waving his penis at the boy.
Eagerly, Trent dropped to his knees and was surprised at how he had to stretch his jaws to get the big head into his mouth. It felt like velvet as he mouthed it and he knew he was going to enjoy the blow job.
It was an act he had watched before and Trent went on to flow his father excitingly for both of them until he felt the semen shooting into his mouth and had to swallow fast.
After all she had watched, Jean needed some action so she stripped hurriedly, went to the couch with Angie and they went down on each other in squirming sixty-nine until they achieved climax.
A little after that, their visitor dressed and left, then Angie helped the woman prepare lunch. They chatted for a while, then Angie and Trent were sent to their rooms to get dressed.
"Dressed?" he asked, puzzled. "I thought I was going to fuck Angie."
"You are dear, but we're going to make an exciting game of it, one which involves your being regularly dressed. Hurry now or I may change my mind," his mother told him and he almost ran from the room.
He returned to the room completely dressed in record time, and a few minutes later, Angie joined them, wearing a short skirt which displayed much of her lovely thighs and a blouse cut low at the bodice to show a teasing sample of lush breasts.
Angie had already discussed the choreography of the game with Jean and Harry, they then gave Trent a sketchy outline of how it was to be played, then the man and his wife left the room. A few minutes later, Trent went to his room where he found the drapes drawn and the light on. It was overcast and had begun to rain so that without the light, the room would have been dark. While th light illuminated the bed and a section around it, it left the closet dark so that while Trent knew his parents were hiding there to watch the show, he couldn't see them.
He had been sitting on his bed for just a minute when he heard the knock on his door.
"Come in," he called, and Angie walked smiling into the room.
"Hello, Trent," she said warmly, her smile widening. "Since we're alone in the house, I thought I should visit you for a little chat. Do you want company?"
"Oh yes," he replied, eagerly, reminding himself that he was to play the role of a nervous, innocent boy who was to be lured into his first sexual experience.
Sitting on the bed beside Trent, Angie led him through a session of small talk. She sat with legs crossed to let him see nylon sheathed thighs, but as he glanced in the mirror opposite, he was able to see the reflection of bare skin above expanded nylon tops.
"Good heavens," she said with pretended surprise as she followed the line of his vision, "I didn't know I was showing so much in the mirror. What a naughty girl I am. I hope I didn't shock you."
"Oh no," he assured her with feeling, "I really liked it. I wish you hadn't pulled the hem of your skirt down."
"Do you like looking at women's thighs, Trent?" she asked in a lowered tone, eyes shining, her smile warm and exciting.
"I sure do, like when a woman crosses her legs and I can sneak a peek above her nylon tops."
"Have you even seen farther up a woman's thighs, dear? I mean like all the way up to her crotch and panties.
"No, I haven't," he said with a sad expression, remembering his role, "but I sure want to. I think about it a lot."
"Tell me, dear," Angie went on, "when you think of that, does your cock get hard?"
"Yes," he replied, managing to sound shy. "It sure does get hard."
"When that happens, do you go somewhere and pull yourself?"
"Yes, but it would be so much better if I had a woman with me then and wouldn't have to jerk off."
"I understand how you feel, darling. Sometimes when a man has been sneaking glances of my thighs, I get so horny that I go to my bedroom, take my little panties off and finger my cunt until I come."
"I'd sure like to see you doing that, Angie. I bet you have a real pretty cunt."
"I'm told I have, dear. Your Mummy and Daddy have both sucked my cunt and your Daddy has fucked me. He says I'm a real good fuck and I just love it when his big, hard cock is working in my cunt, making it all hot and juicy. Would you like to see a little more of my thighs, Trent? I like you and I like to do nice things for you."
He assured her he wanted to see a lot more, then Angie slowly pulled the hem of her skirt above the expanded tops of her sheer nylons.
"Oh Angie, your thighs are so beautiful," Trent said with a catch in his voice, "please let me feel them."
"Well, I suppose I could. For now though, just feel to the tops of my nylons the way you do with your shy girlfriend. Ooohhh, you have good hands, Trent, she sighed as his hands found her thighs and fondled, lovingly to the expanded tops, the boy thrilling to the firmness of her flesh as though it really were his first view and feel of a woman's thighs. "Oh darling, you are so good at feeling thighs, go ahead, feel higher on my bare skin."
Tugging her skirt higher, Trent fondled the silken thighs with an excitement so great that it thrilled Angie too as his hands moved gently over her white skin. Her legs were parted widely enough so that one of his hands was able to feel the finer silk of an inner thigh and he became wet with perspiration as his hand moved slowly to her crotch where her skin was so much warmer, more exciting to the touch.
Her thighs were not parted widely enough to permit Trent to get a hand onto the crotch of her clinging nylon panties, but he did manage to get there with a finger and he stroked excitingly while she sighed warmly.
"It's getting too warm, darling," Angie told him with a heated sigh. "Take your shirt off. After that I'll take off some clothes too."
Trent didn't want to take his hand away from her crotch, but he didn't want to disobey either, so he moved away from her and took his shirt off so that he was naked to the waist.
"Stand up dear and I'll open the front of your pants so you'll be more comfortable," Angie told him and again he obeyed.
Her hands moved slowly, unbuckling his belt, slipping the catch at the top of his pants, then sliding the zipper all the way down his fly to show the bulge in his briefs.
"Your cock is nice and hard, Trent," she told him as she closed a hand over the bulge and made him tremble. "I may as well take your pants right off and make you more comfortable." Without waiting for his agreement, Angie pulled his pants down, he pushed his slippers off, then stepped out of his pants.
When Trent looked up, Angie was finishing unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it wide open to show how her lush breasts nestled in the low cut cups of her bra, then she removed the garment with a sigh and lovingly rubbed her breasts while he stared at her in mounting desire and his penis twitched and throbbed strongly in his briefs.
"Would you like me to take my skirt off to?" Angie asked, her eyes shining with passion, her breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing.
"Oh yes, please."
Smiling, Angie stood, turned her back to the boy as she unhooked the waist of her skirt, then worked it down slowly over her lovely, panty clad bottom, allowing him to see that her sheer, black panties covered only a bit of her buttocks and that through the stretched fabric he could see her shadowy crack.
Her beautiful bottom worked excitingly as she stepped out of the skirt, bending from the waist, then she tossed the garment away and turned to face him, drawing a little groan from the boy. She paused, then took him into her arms for a passionate kiss, their bodies rubbing warmly together, his stiff organ throbbing against her panties.
When the kiss ended, Angie sat on the edge of the couch, gripped the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, causing his rampant pecker to leap to freedom.
"There, Trent," she told him as he kicked his briefs away, "now you'll be all reach for me when my bra and panties are gone. Your stiff prick will be all ready to get into my hot cunt. Do you want to fuck me, dear?"
I le tried to tell her he did, but all he could manage was a strangled groan with a little sob in it. She took him back onto the couch, kissed him once more, then told him to go ahead and play with her, an offer he accepted with thrilling eagerness.
In the course of his fondling and kissing of her body, Angie twisted and turned frequently to give him more of her, becoming as wildly aroused as In by his thrilling touches and kisses. She waited until his face was in her crotch, his mouth sucking greedily at the crotch of her wet, clinging panties, then she unhooked her bra and took it off.
When he discovered that her big breasts were naked, he went for them with hands and wide open mouth and she rubbed his head and the back of his neck while he sucked greedily. Trent played the role of trembling virgin so well that it was easy for Angie to believe she was seducing an innocent boy rather than a greedy young mother fucker who had been at it for close to a year. As for Trent, the exerting youthful beauty of her firm body and thighs made it easy for him to believe the same thing.
'Trent dear," she sighed after she took her second breast from his mouth, "my little panties are all wet and sticky. Would you like to take them off for me?"
Knowing what his answer would be, she turned over and lay on her tummy. That way, she knew, he would be forced to work a little harder to strip the clinging little garment oil off, but she sensed it would he the kind of work he'd enjoy.
Hunched beside her, the boy clutched at her lush buttocks through the sheer nylon, then began stripping her panties down. She did nothing to help and the boy perspired freely as he worked the nylon down until her behind was bare and thrillingly beautiful. After that, it was easier to strip the panties down her thighs and legs, take them off her feet and drop them.
Trent returned his attention to her lovely behind again, not only with his hands this time, but with his mouth and tongue as well, kissing and licking the firm rounds and sending his tongue to play in her crack and make Angie squirm and sigh warmly. Pulling the cheeks apart, Trent buried his face between them and made her groan as his hot, moist breath bathed her pink anus as he tongued it for her, hands under her hips pulling at her, urgently, bringing her silken bottom up to rub on his invading ace.
Although he tried to hold her in that position to go on licking her crack and tonguing her anal ring as he had been doing, Angie had other ideas and she moved out of his grasp and turned over. As she did, lovely, smooth thighs opened wide and the boy was staring into a crotch so hot that he thought he could see the heat.
"How would you like to suck my crotch without the panties in your way, Trent?" Angie asked as she rubbed a hand lightly along her vulva, then took it out of his way.
By way of answer, she heard a little growl deep in his throat, then his face was in her crotch and her silken thighs rubbed his cheeks as his mouth found her hot. soft cunt and he began to suck. His mother had taught him the act well, Angie saw at once, as he sucked as well as any man had ever sucked her, alternating between wet, greedy sucking and thrilling probing and lapping with his tongue.
While be worked excitingly in her crotch, she thought of his virginal girlfriend and of all the fun the girl was missing by not allowing him to get into her panties. That thought passed quickly though as she stopped thinking of anything but herself and how good it felt to have the boys face in her crotch, his mouth working so wetly and greedily on her churning cunt, his young tongue licking her tenderized clitoris as his hands rubbed her hips, belly and breasts.
Trent had prepared her body well and it was not long before Angie was groaning with the approach of orgasm. When tension began to grip her, she held on as long as possible, fighting the climax and holding it back, knowing that in doing so, she was building it toward a shattering explosion.
When it came, it was all of that and then some. Her body rocked and trembled and her cries filled the quiet room, a series of banshee wails as her legs threshed madly and her balled fists pounded the couch in a fury of ecstasy.
"Boy, what a come that must have been," Trent observed as her cries diminished to sighs and her eyes opened again.
"What a come it was, you darling boy," she told him, her eyes shining. "How would you like to have one with your stiff prick buried in my hot, juicy cunt? Do you want to fuck me now, lover boy?"
He wanted to, very much, and he was soon clambering onto her, her wet, silken belly and breasts thrilling him so that he hoped he would be able to get his organ into her slit before he went off. He found the entrance and pushed his throbbing tool into it. She was so much tighter than his mother, he observed, and the thrill of pushing his stiff bone into her slit was the greatest he had ever known, or at least as great as the first time he had lain between his mother's smooth thighs and stuffed his cock into the moist warmth of her ready cunt.
Her hands rubbed his naked back and she whispered encouragement to him as he began stroking his small, hard rod in her. That it did not stretch her vagina as did the penis of a mature man, did nothing to diminish her ecstasy, the thrill of his youth more than compensating for his lack of size.
Angie had known from the outset that he wouldn't last long enough to bring her another orgasm, so she was not in the least disappointed when she heard him panting that he was going to shoot.
He gave a few more fast strokes, then pressed hard into her crotch. Just at the crucial moment, her legs went around him to join her arms in holding and crushing him as he pumped his semen into her, trembling, jerking and making little crying sounds.
"And just what's going on in here?" Harry asked as he and his wife walked naked into the room as the two nude bodies lay united on the couch, their sweat mingling warmly.
"That sexy bitch has seduced our innocent son." Jean said, a tone of anger sounding very convincing as the two on the bed scrambled apart and sat up.
Angie saw that the game was far from over as the parents of the boy discussed the enormity of what she had done and how she should be punished for it.
"That sounds fair enough, darling," Jean told her husband after a while. "I'll spank the butt off her. then you'll throw her down on the couch and fuck her. Perhaps that will teach her a lesson. I think I'll make her suck my cunt too, just to make sure she's punished enough to learn a lesson about seducing innocent little boys like Trent.
Jean sat on a leather covered hassock and Angie's sobbing was very convincing as she lay across the firm thighs of the woman and submitted her bottom to be spanked. She was just beginning to plead for mercy when Jean's hand delivered the first stinging spank.
It was the first of many and each was a stinger as the woman had been driven wild by the erotic performance the young woman and boy had staged. As a result, Angie was crying loudly and her buttocks felt afire when the spanking finally ended and Jean dragged her to her feet and turned her over to her husband to continue what they termed the punishment. His instrument of punishment was fully rampant and throbbing as he led her to the couch on which she and Trent had enjoyed their romp.
"Do you want to suck her cunt first?" he asked his wife as he pushed Angie down onto the couch.
"No, darling, later, after you fill her slit with hot juice. While you fuck her, I'll have Trent lap my twat. If he can do it for strangers, he can do it for his own mother."
So that she could watch her husband screwing the naked beauty, Jean had her son lie on his back on the thick carpet, then knelt astride him and lowered her crotch onto his face and he began lapping.
"All right, you sexy bitch," Harry growled at Jean, "open those legs wide and let me see your cunt. This big cock of mine will show you what a real fuck is like."
Angie added to his delight by begging him not to do it, telling him his penis was too big for her, but then he was lying in her crotch, proving to her that it was just the right size to fill and stretch her slippery organ.
Having had the blow job earlier in the day, Harry was able to give Angie a long, lovely screwing and he was nowhere the end of his ride when she climaxed very strongly. He waited until she was finished, then went on banging her. He heard his wife coming as her naked son lapped her, then he was pounding hard in Angie's crotch and shooting his juice into her, making sure he gave her enough so that his wife could enjoy a tasty snack in her crotch later.
He rested on Angie's warm body for a little while, then withdrew his spent tool and watched as his wife took his place and fitted her face into the warm, wet crotch of the sighing young beauty.
Joan licked up the excess which had leaked from Angie's slit first, then fitted her mouth to the soft opening of the source and began sucking and licking. She snacked there for a long time and did it so well that Angie enjoyed yet another climax before she finally got up and allowed her to rest for a little while.
They alternately talked, sipped drinks, played, sucked and fucked through a long evening before Angie went to bed with Harry while Jean took her son into her bed again.
All four slept late on Sunday, enjoyed a casual breakfast, then went back into action with plenty of spanking and sucking as the two males saved their erections for a long time before investing them, Trent spending his in his mother's mouth while Angie did the same for his father.
When Angie returned to her apartment late that evening, she was more tired than she had been at the end of any of the previous weekends.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The laugh was on Clay when Angie arrived at the office the following Friday morning to announce that her period had just begun, changing the plans he and his wife had made for the weekend. Since he could have Angie any time he wanted her, he was able to laugh at the trick fate had played on him.
Flipping her skirt up, he gave her a stinging smack on the seat of her panties, telling her she had done it on purpose.
"Christ, Clay, don't spank me like that on the first day of my period or I'll be wearing red shoes," she told him as he drew his hand back to give her another spank. Laughing, he patted her bottom instead and dropped her skirt.
"I do feel sorry about delaying the sixth weekend," she told him. "I hope the others won't he too angry With me."
"It won't he delayed, dear," he assured her. "Bette and I will entertain you often ;is we've done in the past, so we'll just skip the fifth weekend and hold the orgy as planned on the sixty. We've decided to hold it at Moe's big country place. He tells me he has a special surprise in store for us, especially for you.
Angie was still wondering what the surprise was to be, the following Friday when Clay and Bette picked her up for the drive to Moe's place. They arrived just at sunset. It was late September, the air was crisp and clean, warm with a promise of a cool night, and the whole countryside was a riot of colored leaves, both on the trees and on the ground around them.
Impulsively, Angie decided that during the weekend, she would go for a walk in the woods with one of the men and have him lay her on a blanket of covered leaves in the clean country air.
Counting cars in the long, circular drive, Clay observed aloud that they were the last to arrive, a fact they confirmed when they walked into the big room where the party was to begin and found the others around the bar, the women already in bras and panties as though anxious to get going. Bette and Angie quickly took their dresses off and as they did, Angie trembled with the realization that every eye in the room was on her, marveling at what she did to bra, panties and nylons.
It was not long before the party, which had begun around the bar, adjourned to the couches which had been scattered around the room, each couch as wide as a bed, each offering a roomy enough playground for two writhing bodies.
In line with the group rule, the women went into action first, stripping each other and filling the room with sounds of spanking, sucking and sighing, with some louder groaning and moaning as women achieved orgasm.
While the men watched, they undressed, pausing for sips of their drinks, exchanging comments on the action they were observing.
Angie's cunt had been more than well prepared during her bout with the other women, so that when Moe came to claim her she was ready for him. While they played on a couch, they planned an afternoon walk in the woods the following day for some communing with nature in the most natural way. When he made love to her, Moe was as good as she remembered him to be.
It was still early in the evening when Ruth, Moe's wife, came into the room carrying a small, white, fluffy dog, whom she introduced to the group as Eager Eater.
Going to the couch with the dog, she demonstrated the reason for his name as he went directly into her crotch and lapped her until she climaxed. Proving how eager he was, the delightful little animal went on to lap every woman at the party. When her turn came with the well trained animal, Angie trembled with excitement, but she noticed too, that to him, a cunt was just a cunt and he considered her no better than the rest of the women. She was more than pleased with the lapping his rough tongue gave her though, and as she rested, after orgasm, she thought of how nice it would be to have such a dog of her own.
But her big dog surprise came later in the evening, when liquor was having its effect on the revelers and Moe came to her with a fur jacket which he helped her into, then guided her into a kneeling position on the thickly carpeted floor, her weight resting on her hands and knees.
There was an air of expectant silence in the room, then a buzz of excitement as Ruth walked into the room, leading a German Shepherd, a big animal who strained at the leash.
While the others gathered in a circle around Angie, Ruth led the dog to her from behind and his snout went right to her crotch as she knelt with her legs apart.
"Look at that meat poke out," one woman commented as the scent of Angie's crotch aroused the animal. He showed no interest in preliminaries as he hurriedly mounted Angie, wrapped his big forepaws around her and began jabbing in the air as he searched for her scented port of entry. When he found it, everything happened so fast that Angie couldn't believe it. With one mighty jab, he hammered his tool into her and was riding at a frantic-pace.
He rode rapidly, brutally, so much so that Angie couldn't be sure whether or not she was enjoying the surprise banging. It hurt her, yet the fact of being ridden by a dog thrilled her more than anything Angie could recall.
And then the speed of the banging was stepped up, the length of the dog's strokes shortened, and Angie felt his juice shooting into her with thrilling strength. The dog gave her a few more jabs even after he finished, then he withdrew his spent organ and dismounted, curling up on the floor to lick his member, seeming to enjoy the flavor of woman cunt which had been imparted by her twat.
When it was time for bed, Angie went along with Will and was not surprised when he asked her to go to the bathroom with her first and pee on his face. She did as he wanted, then they showered and they went to bed.
The salty shower she had given his stimulated him so that he gave her a nice screwing which acted as a very effective sleeping bill.
Most of the guests slept late the next morning, but when Angie went into the kitchen in search of coffee, a bit before ten, she met Moe there and they chatted over coffee. While she sipped her second mug, they decided not to wait for afternoon for their walk in the woods.
Hurrying to a washroom, she washed out her crotch so that it would be fresh, found her dress and shoes and met Moe in the kitchen again. He wore pants and a shirt and carried a blanket over his arm, assuring her that as beautiful as the leaves were, they would be rough on her naked body.
Stripping, they were content to lie under the warm, September sun, talking and kissing from time to time and warming gradually toward the point when they could delay no longer. Angie opened her legs wide for her man as he come to her, fitted a stiff penis gently into her pussy, then made very gentle love to her, not talking, enjoying the silence of the woods with only the sound of crunching leaves under them and the sounds of excited birds who flittered about as though not sure of what was going on below them, but approving of it and excited by it.
As they walked back to the mansion later, Angie knew she would always have a special place in her heart for the sensitive man who had shared those precious minutes with her in the beauty of the Autumn woods, the one simple act which had been the high point of her weekend orgy.
Five thousand dollars richer, Angie returned to the city with Clay and his wife, early Sunday evening. The weekend, the culmination of her six week contract, had been enough to convince her that it was the kind of life she wanted.
She had friends who were exciting, wealthy and generous. In time, she would become wealthy herself, and in the process she would enjoy a rich, exciting life.
Conventional marriage, children and the little house in Suburbia were for others, she decided as she undressed for bed, knowing she would be tired in the morning.
Tired as she was, she thought of all that money in her dresser drawer and realized that fatigue is really a relative thing. A smile of content Spread over her face and she drifted easily into a deep, comforting sleep, her body mending and preparing to serve her through a life which would be new and beautifully exciting all the way.
