Ron's rural route skirted valleys and climbed mountains where housewives played post office and loved the way their handsome courier licked stamps!
Chapter One
Peter drove on through the rain as it pelted the hood of his truck.
He was trying not to think about where he was or what he was doing. Taking his mind off it, he thought about that whore in Berlin, the last chick he had fucked before he left Europe and returned home. She had been a tall, voluptuous blonde and she said she just loved American soldiers. She had fucked and sucked him like she loved him.
He stared out at the rain-soaked road and remembered what her fat pink pussy had looked like when he went down on her. She had golden blonde hair surrounding her cunt and he had sniffed it and chewed on it before sticking his tongue into it. A lot of the guys never got their mouths near a whore's pussy, but Peter didn't mind. If it killed him it wasn't a bad way to go.
Peter was twenty-three. His tall, lanky form was cramped by the low roof of the cab of the truck. He hunched his shoulders, gripping the wheel with both hands. He had just finished two years in the Army, a lot of hard work, and here he was delivering mail, forced to get out on a day like this at seven-thirty in the morning.
"Goddammit ... "
He had hated the Army and now that he was back he wished he had gone to a city, St. Louis at least. Instead he was back in the sticks, back in uniform yet, back with his parents.
Peter found the letter with the name Connally on it. He rolled down the window, pulled down the door of the mailbox and flicked the letter inside. Flipping the lid of the box up again he cranked the window shut and shifted into first. The gear box made a grinding complaint but the truck finally leapt forward.
What a bitch this is, he thought to himself. Couldn't I have found something with a little excitement in it? Some job that might get me some pussy now and then. What the hell can I get being a mailman?
He looked at the package beside him on the seat. It had to be signed for. He wondered what was inside. He played with the idea of opening it, but decided against it.
How the hell can a guy make this job interesting anyway? he wondered. Would there be any interesting housewives on Rural Route Three? He thought about it.
Wouldn't it be a real gas if he could ball his way through every day? The guy he was replacing had bragged about being a real stud-
But Peter didn't know if he'd be able to get up enough nerve to make that kind of scene. Even carrying a gun hadn't given him much nerve. What kind of an attraction would he be for a chick with this ugly uniform on and a letter in his hand?
He looked at the address on the box on the seat for what seemed the tenth time:
Mrs. D. Johnson, Route Three, Morriston, Mo.
He wondered how old she was. He guessed he would know pretty soon. According to his route map, the Johnson house was only a few more miles down the gravel road he was on.
At that moment, if Peter Manners had been able to see Dianna Johnson sitting in the armchair in her living room it would have made his cock burst the buttons on his fly.
Dianna was hugging her knees tightly. Peter would have immediately noticed the way her skirt lay in careless disarray across her thighs, the brown bush of her pussy clearly visible. She hugged her knees and looked out at the rain.
"He's late. Why the fuck should a little rain slow him down?" She wondered where the mailman was. She didn't know there was someone new on the route.
Dianna was also impatient because she was expecting something in the mail, something sexy. With the thought of it she began to rock herself back and forth in the padded armchair. She lifted one hand to press a stray curl of her short, dark hair against her cheek. Slowly her fingers drifted down to the corner of her lips. She could feel tiny pulsations in the tips of her fingers as her tongue crept out to moisten them.
"Shit!" she said out loud. About the only thing that kept her going was doing herself with her hand and the visits from the mailman.
Her hand traveled to her shoulder. She held herself protectively, trying to fight her restlessness. Her hand slowly caressed her neck, in contrast to the hard pressure of her saliva-wetted fingers that dug into her thigh. Dianna wanted to shove her hand into her cunt clear up to the wrist and twist.
But instead she stretched her legs out, watching her skirt sliding up her thighs. She thought about her husband when her cunt came into full view. Paul. Paul's fat cock thrusting into her, that dick that was a little too fat and a little too greedy for anything but its own satisfaction. Paul hadn't even made her cum the night before. He had been too quick on the trigger, as usual. It was true. She tried to fight the knowledge but she knew that their fucking wasn't at all like it had been before they moved to the country.
Dianna let her eyes wander around the living room, hardly observing the old-fashioned furnishings. But she sensed the presence of every empty room in the rambling farmhouse. She knew them all so well-too well. There just wasn't anything to do once she had finished the housework except watch TV or have a cigarette.
She decided that she needed a smoke. She took a pack of cigarettes from the table beside the armchair. She had to go to the kitchen to get some matches, though. On the way back to the living room she struck the match with a single sharp movement. As she inhaled she sat back down in the armchair, this time pulling her dress clear up to her waist. She looked out the window. There was nothing to see but the rain.
Dianna and her husband Paul had inherited the house from Paul's parents. She had thought it would be great living out in the country. But she didn't know that part of the inheritance would be boredom and loneliness when Paul went off to the city to buy equipment or negotiate crop sales and subsidies. She hadn't known she would inherit a new loneliness in her marriage as well.
She rested her rounded chin in the palm of her hand. Her face was fine featured, a pert nose above her thin lips. Her eyes were grey, cloudy like the sky outside. Her thoughts came in quick flashes, jumping like locusts in the hot summer sun. If only the sun would come out ... but she knew the heat would only bring another storm. Dianna thought that if she could just concentrate on something, everything would fall into place, stand still.
Dianna settled back into the soft, yielding cushions of the armchair. Her hands rested on her knees. She drew her legs up, staring at her fingers as they began a purposeful movement, sliding slowly up her thighs. Her hands moved back and forth, each time going a little higher. She stroked herself like a cat, whispering.
"Mama's got a nice big pussy there," she said, her hands going higher as she moved her knees apart so she could see out between them to the window and the wall of grey rain beyond. She fixed her gaze on the road, whispering.
"Mama's got it there and what it wants is a nice hard cock going in and out, in and out, and ... in-in-in-in for a long, long time."
But she wouldn't let her hands go to her cunt yet. Instead, she spread her legs, lifting them higher until she could drape them over the thickly padded arms of the chair. Spread wide, her buns slightly raising her pussy upward, Dianna felt vulnerable. But she enjoyed the sexiness of it. If the mailman arrived right now he'd see her through the window.
She couldn't wait any longer. Her hands clasped together. She sank them into her cunt, the joined thumbs ramming between her juicy labia with a squishing sound. Her chin dug into her chest. She looked down her dress at the mounds of her tits. She wanted to play with them, too, but both hands were busy between her legs. She had to use both hands. She worked herself hard, her fingers insistent. Her thumbs started a quick, jiggling motion on her clit.
"God! My clit is so hard it feels like it's going to break!" She squeezed it between her fingers, feeling it burn and twitch with eagerness. Two fingers probed between her labia, moving toward her tight hole. Her hungry cunt sucked them inside. She squirmed under her hands.
"Ohh, jam yourselves in there!" she said aloud, commanding. "Jam in and twist around until you get all the way up!"
Dianna humped up and down in the chair, wishing she could take both hands up inside. But even then it wouldn't be as good as having the mailman's dick doing it. Jake. She thought of how hung he was. It always hurt after he fucked her. But it was a good hurt, something that stayed with her after he went on to deliver the rest of his mail.
Jake the mailman ... Dianna didn't know he'd been replaced. Jake. She liked to suck his big cock, liked the taste of his thick cum in her mouth.
Dianna pulled her fingers out of her pussy and then shoved them back in again, hard. The itching sensation was growing stronger. She had to pee.
She decided to go into the bathroom and do herself while she sat on the toilet. She got up from the armchair and flounced across the room, her finger continuing to jiggle at her clit. She walked down the hallway, at each step her fingers prying their way into the soft wetness of her hot cunt.
Dianna didn't have to turn on the light in the bathroom. It was already on. On days like this, when the weather was so bad, she kept all the lights on in the house. It made her feel less lonely.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the floor-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She pulled her dress up about her waist as she squatted on the toilet seat, studying herself critically. Her thighs were still slim. She straddled the toilet seat, her hand sliding up and down over her reddened labia. She watched her face, shaking her head slightly so that her short brown curls jiggled in counterpoint to the wriggling of her fingers inside her pussy. Her forehead was still smooth and unwrinkled, even at thirty. At least that's something, she thought to herself as she squeezed the fleshy cunt lips together, closing them over her finger.
Dianna was thankful that she hadn't let the isolation of living in the country get to her like it got to those other farm wives. She couldn't stand them; she, couldn't stand what the long days and the food they ate did to them. All they did was eat like pigs and all they could talk about was canning, fairs, and church socials.
She relaxed, leaning back on the toilet seat, feeling the pee start to come slowly. But her finger on her clit, pushing hard and downward, was counteracting her ability to relieve herself. She swiveled around on the seat to spread her legs in front of the mirror. It was almost like watching someone else. She could see the sprawled form in the mirror get excited by the way the finger prodded at the erect clitoris.
"Nice wet pussy," she murmured, exchanging a smile with her reflection. She licked her lips, watching her tongue sliding over her upper lip, its underside reminding her of a glistening crimson head of a prick. She wished she could be sucking on one right now. Her hand moved faster.
"Let's see one of those nice tits. Let Mama hold one of those soft tits in her hand. Mama wants to pinch those little nipples until they beg for more! Just like your clit is wishing, wanting it so bad!"
Dianna took her hands from her cunt but kept her eyes on her image in the mirror while she opened the front of her dress. She was wearing a blue cotton dress with large pearl buttons. She enjoyed seeing the way her big tits poked their pink nipples out from behind that domestic dress. She thought of herself as a hot little bitch.
"That's a nice little bitch," she murmured as she pinched and stroked her nipples. Her other hand had returned to its place on her pussy, her fingers easily locating the erect projection of her clit.
"Mama likes those nice big titties. Does that feel good?" she asked her reflection, squeezing the protuberant nipple of her left breast between her thumb and forefinger, twisting it, watching the skin swell with arousal.
"Gooood. That feels good!
"Mama's going to give you the fingers again. The fingers here-and ...
"Yes! There! Put your finger up my ass, Mama!"
Dianna enjoyed this game, speaking to herself in two different voices, as though she were two different people. Her breath was coming short and quick, matching the rhythm of her fingers that were groping their way up inside her pussy. Her thumb in her ass went in slowly, slowly.
"That's it! Slip it in slow!" Dianna was so caught up in her game that she didn't hear the doorbell. Peter Manners stood out in the rain for five minutes before he finally tried the door. It was open. He thought no one was home. He decided to put the package inside somewhere and then forge the signature of this Mrs. D. Johnson on the registration slip. He didn't want to come back again at the end of the day.
Inside the door, he looked around nervously. He almost wished he hadn't come inside. He passed through the hallway, where coats were hanging on pegs. It was a hall just like a thousand others he had seen in houses he'd visited as a boy, though he hadn't grown up in Morriston. His parents had moved here a year after he had gone into the service. But Peter recognized the faint smell of the soil. Cowshit. You could never get the smell of cowshit out of a farmhouse.
"Anybody home?" he said, too quietly. He said it again, louder. "Is anybody home?" There was no answer. He was in the living room. He set the package on the table by the large bay window. Turning to leave, he thought he heard voices. Thinking that he wouldn't have to fake the registration slip after all, he crossed the living room and entered the hall again. The voices seemed to be coming from behind a door at the end of the hall.
When he came to the door he stopped and listened. He thought at first that Mrs. Johnson must be bawling out her daughter or something; she sure was cursing anyway.
Peter was afraid of getting caught, but he couldn't help eavesdropping. What he was hearing was too good to interrupt. It was making his cock get hard.
"Mama, Mama, Mama, do me with your hand till it hurts! Yes! Frig it there! Frig it up there!"
The voice seemed to change, or maybe it was someone else. He couldn't tell. The words were thick and sultry.
"Little bitch's titties like to be patted this way, don't they? Pat their little nipples like this ... "
Even through the door Peter could hear the soft slapping sounds that Dianna made as she patted her tits. And there was a continuous wet noise that seemed to echo the fleshy rhythm of her palms meeting the receptive tips of her firm tits. But beyond the door, Peter was unable to figure out what was happening; he had to imagine.
"Lift your ass up!" The voice became demanding. "Lift ... your ass ... so I can see my fingerrr going innnnn!
The voice broke into a low, agonizing groan. Then there was silence. As quietly as he could, Peter retraced his steps down the hall to the front door. He knew he should leave. But when he opened the door and saw that the rain was coming down harder than ever, he changed his mind. He rang the doorbell, long and persistently. Then he stepped outside and closed the door. He wanted to have a look at this Mrs. Johnson-at least a look. He had a harden. As soon as he got her signature he could drive down the road and jerk off, thinking about her.
Peter heard footsteps. When the door opened, Dianna smiled at him. But her eager smile quickly turned into a frown.
"Who are you?" she asked, surveying him.
"I'm ... I'm the new mailman," Peter stammered. He tried to take his eyes off the top of her dress. Two of the buttons were undone; her tits were full and tempting.
"Oh" ... Dianna said blankly, disappointment in her voice.
"There's a package for you," Peter said. It came out sounding more like an apology than an explanation. Had she heard him going down the hall? Peter fumbled in his coat for the registration paper she was supposed to sign, trying not to appear guilty.
"If you'll just sign-"
"And you don't even have the sense to come in out of the rain?" Dianna asked impatiently.
Peter couldn't figure her out. It sounded like she was mad at him for not having done something that he should have.
He followed her inside the house. He felt wary. When he felt that way it made him nervous almost to the point of stuttering. Mrs. Johnson's sexy walk only made things worse.
She left him in the living room while she went into the kitchen to check something in the oven. He watched as she bent over and saw her dress going up to reveal the smooth lower parts of her thighs. He thought that she gave her ass a little shake in his direction, but he couldn't be sure. Not that it made a lot of difference to his cock-he could feel it swelling harder in his pants.
She straightened. Something in her manner had changed.
"Would you like some coffee?" she called to him, turning.
By now Peter had such a harden that he had to hide it behind his hands. She started to come out of the kitchen.
"The other mailman used to stop here for coffee sometimes," she was saying.
Peter knew his ears were red. He had to do something to keep her from noticing the huge bulge that his cock was making. Damn uniform, he cursed to himself. Damn it for being two sizes too small and making his crotch so tight!
"Can I ... can I use your bathroom?" he found himself saying.
"Bathroom? The bathroom?" she was suddenly nervous and abrupt again. "It's down ... the hall. At the end." She gestured the direction. Peter was glad to escape. But when he walked down the hallway he realized that she had been in the bathroom. It had been the bathroom door he had been standing outside of. He went to the bathroom and shut the door behind him with relief.
He quickly unfastened the buttons of his fly, swearing at the old-fashioned fastenings. Quick! He had to do it quick! The head of his cock had already forced its way up through the slit in his jockey shorts. An instant later his hand was clamped on his dick, pumping it frantically. He stood over the toilet, his legs trembling.
Then his eyes fell on a pair of panties hanging on a hook in the shower stall. It was like waving a red cloth in front of a bull. They were red, lacy, and soft looking. He couldn't take his eyes off them. He wanted to take them in his hands, rub some of the pre-cum that was already seeping from his cock into the clinging nylon, and mingle it with the remnants of the smell of the cunt that those panties must know so well.
Peter held onto his dick and leaned into the shower. He licked the transparent nylon panties where her hairy little pussy nestled every time she wore them. He pressed his eyes tightly shut, thinking of her. The erect length of his dick plunged through the hard knot of his fist. It twitched and he rammed down on it hard, feeling sensations gathering in his balls. Somewhere up beyond his ass he felt like something had tripped the switch on a high-tension line. His cum splashed onto the floor of the shower.
"How the fuck am I gonna explain turning on the shower?" Peter asked himself out loud, regretting the whole thing immediately. What if the woman came in right now and saw him standing there with his cock in his hand? There wasn't a lock on the door. She might come in by accident or something. He had to get rid of the creamy puddle on the tiled floor of the shower.
Finally he turned on the faucets in the sink and then turned on the shower. The puddle of his impulsiveness was quickly washed away.
From beyond the door he heard the woman call.
"Coffee's ready ... "
Peter opened the door, catching a glimpse of his lean frame in the mirror. His hair was finally growing out. He no longer looked like something out of a prison camp. He turned out the light in the bathroom. Seeing himself didn't give him very much confidence. And when he walked into the living room he felt cautious.
He took a seat in one of the straight-backed chairs at the dining table in front of the window. Mrs. Johnson had already set out two cups and saucers. She was in the kitchen getting the coffee. Peter played with the two lumps of sugar on his saucer.
Mrs. Johnson came into the room.
"Could you get the cream?" she said. There was a casualness in her voice now, an easy manner about her. Peter got up from his chair and went to the kitchen.
"It's in a pitcher in the fridge," she called after him.
Peter found it easily. The yellowish-white color reminded him of the splash of cum in the shower, however, and when he returned to the living room he felt wary again.
"You can put it there," said Mrs. Johnson, gesturing to a doily on the table between the cups.
Peter couldn't help but look down her dress as he took his seat next to her. Somehow the third button at the top of her dress had become unbuttoned. His eyes were treated to the sight of the twin globes of her tits; he wanted to slide his fingers down those smooth slopes into the deep cleavage between them.
"You aren't from around here, are you?" she said. It was as much a statement as it was a question.
Peter found his voice. "My folks moved here a year ago," he said. "I was away in the service-"
"And now you're back. Do you find anything different?" she said. She inhaled on the cigarette she was smoking. It caused her tits to swell outward. If she was asking him if he'd noticed that some women weren't wearing bras now, he sure had. The firm buds of her nipples showed plainly against the flimsy cotton of her dress.
"I've never visited here before," he said lamely.
Peter didn't know how to make conversation with a woman any more, especially one as sexy as this Mrs. Johnson. He hadn't gotten out much in Germany, only an occasional whore ... And they usually didn't speak English. It had been like two years in prison to him. Behind barbed wire, watching the Wall. Maybe he could tell her about the Wall. Maybe she'd be interested in that.
"I was stationed at one of the checkpoints in Berlin," he said. That seemed to interest her so he continued.
"It was-"
"Did you ever help anybody escape?"
"No."
There had never been any real action at his post. It was out in the suburbs. There was nothing but tourists to smile at and the Russians on the other | side to trade cigarettes for vodka with. Poker with the guys. And the whores, his mind kept going back to them. It kept him from saying anything conversational.
"My name's Dianna," she said, her finger tracing around the edge of her saucer slowly. Peter watched her finger as it moved languidly in a diminishing circle toward the center of the dish. Abruptly, he realized she had said something.
"Pardon?"
A little disappointed, she repeated what she'd said. "My name's Dianna."
"Yeah. I saw that from the package. Mrs. D. Johnson."
That reminded him. He had to get her signature on the registration slip.
"Have you got a pencil or something?" he said. "You have to sign for that package I brought." He saw that it was no longer on the table.
"There's a ball-point over by the phone," she said. "I'll get it for you."
As she got up out of her chair she leaned forward. Peter was again presented with the sight of her pendulous tits. Under the table he could feel his cock coming back to life again. He tried to fight it, but watching the way Dianna walked across the room only made his dick get harder.
He nervously took a napkin off the table and put it in his lap, but it didn't do much to hide what was going on underneath it.
"Couldn't find the pen," said Dianna, coming back with a pencil in her hand. She looked down at him. She had raised the pencil to her lips, baring her teeth and resting the pencil point against them. She slowly licked the point with her tongue.
"Did you ever wonder why people do that?" she said.
"What?" said Peter, not knowing what she meant.
"Lick pencils ... " She seemed to be following a train of thought, losing interest in him.
Peter presented the piece of paper for her signature. She leaned over him, one of her tits pressed against his shoulder. He could smell her light perfume. He sat there stiffly, watching her write her name.
Dianna Johnson. She wrote it with a smooth motion but she dotted the i with a quick, sharp stroke. Her tit pushed harder against him.
Then she was withdrawing from him, taking her seat again. Her cigarette had burned down to the filter. Peter hoped she would take another one so he could light it for her. But instead she only played with the doily, drawing the crocheted loops between her fingers.
"How old are you?" she asked suddenly.
"Twenty-three," said Peter.
"How long were you in the service?' "Two years."
"Drafted?"
Peter nodded.
Dianna smiled. "It will sure be funny when you have to deliver someone's draft notice. How will that make you feel?"
"Why, I'd tear the damn fuck-" Peter stopped himself.
"You'd tear the damn fucking thing up?" said Dianna, laughing. "Go ahead. I don't mind if you curse. Maybe when you get to know me better you'll find that there are a lot of things I don't mind."
Peter felt uncomfortable again.
"Oh shit!" said Dianna. "It smells like the cookies are burning!" She quickly got up from her chair and ran toward the kitchen.
Peter was relieved to be alone. Her own cursing made him uneasy. It reminded him of what he had heard coming from behind the bathroom door when he had first come into the house. She's really pretty strange, he thought. That question she'd asked him, about finding things different. If she was an example of how things had gone since he'd left, things certainly were different.
When Dianna came back into the room she carried a plate piled high with chocolate-chip cookies. They were Peter's favorite. For a while he forgot his uneasiness and dug into the cookies, eating contentedly. Then he saw that Dianna was watching him, an amused look in her eyes. He continued to chew, but she was bringing her head close to his. She gestured for him to lean closer to her; she wanted to whisper something in his ear.
He could feel her warm moist lips near his cheek, her soft breath in his arm.
"What took you so long in the bathroom?" she whispered.
Peter felt his ears burning, not so much from embarrassment. It was because her tongue was lightly licking the lobe of his ear, traveling around until it finally probed into the small hole itself. The poking, wet tip of her tongue sent a tremor through Peter. There was a small sucking sound as she pulled the tip of her tongue out and kissed him lightly, almost playfully, on the side of the neck.
"Welcome home," she said, her voice a little unsteady.
Peter couldn't figure her out. One moment she was forward, almost brazen, and the next she seemed distraught. Peter knew that what she wanted most of all was to be fucked.
"Do you want some cream?" she asked, reaching for the pitcher. Peter nodded.
Dianna paused, looking out the window, avoiding his eyes. "I like to have lots of cream with my coffee," she said.
Peter thought the napkin in his lap must be visibly moving. His cock was pulsing and twitched in his pants, understanding the tone of her voice long before his mind did.
He tried to concentrate on stirring his coffee. He could see she was pouring cream into her own cup, lots of it.
"It's my first day on this route," Peter began.
"I know that," said Dianna, not making it easy for him, Her scent seemed to fill his nostrils now, mingling with the rich fragrance of the coffee. Cream. He remembered her panties in the shower, wanting to take them in his hands, like he wanted to reach over now and fill his hands with her big soft tits. But everything was happening too fast for him.
Beneath the table he felt Dianna's thigh press against his leg. He moved his feet apart a little, returning the pressure. Above the table Dianna pretended to be completely unaware of what was going on.
"Did you know the guy who used to be the mailman around here? Jake? He was very ... friendly," she added, "if you know what I mean."
Dianna's hand underneath the table moved until it rested high up on his thigh, telling him exactly what she meant about being friendly. But Peter didn't know how to react. He cleared his throat. But before he had a chance to speak, her hand was closing over the bulge of his cock, crumpling the napkin, letting it fall to the floor. Peter's resistance was worn just about as thin as the napkin paper by now.
Dianna sheathed his dick in her hand while one of her fingers deftly poked between the buttons of his fly and wormed its way into his heated crotch.
But she continued to talk to him matter-of-factly, as though nothing was going on.
"My husband is often away," she began. Her voice became less steady, less casual. "It gets ... lonely, you know?"
The question in her voice was almost a kind of pleading. It was emphasized by the way her finger, inside his underwear, curled around the head of his dick. She pulled on it and Peter almost spilled his coffee.
It wasn't going at all right for him. He had imagined scenes like this before he took the job. The lonely housewife. But now that it was happening he didn't know how to handle it.
But Dianna Johnson seemed to know how to handle it. There was a hunger in her eyes now, an urgency in the way she was grabbing at his balls.
"I ... I ... " Peter faltered. He pushed back his chair. She had unbuttoned his fly and had drawn his large prick out.
"Aren't you going to let me ... have some cream? Here," she said, "I'll show you what I mean."
To his surprise she took a drink of her coffee, swishing it around in her mouth. Peter stared at her, fascinated as she swallowed.
"I like to swallow it," she said simply.
Peter gulped. She was getting up out of her chair, kneeling beside him.
"When you're away in the Army like you were, you forget about things back home, like husbands forget about their wives."
Dianna filled her mouth with coffee again, her hand pulling his dick straight up. She lowered her head. Peter could hear the sound of the coffee flushing around inside her cheeks. Her lips closed over the head of his cock. He could feel her fingers inside his pants, trying to work his balls free. Then he felt his prick sliding up into the recesses of her mouth, into the warm coffee. She swallowed and sucked. Peter gasped and felt a sweeping wave of pleasure move through him. It was fantastic.
His legs moved convulsively. He put his hands on her head, ramming his cock straight down her throat. He heard her make a gagging sound, but she was burying her face in his crotch, her tongue wagging back and forth as it made its way down the thick length of his shaft. The effect on his cock was electric. She pulled at it with her mouth, her hand clutching at the base as if she were wishing she could swish his balls around inside her cheeks as well.
"Oh shit, yeah, yeah, that's good ... " The wet sucking sound of her mouth on his cock filled his ears. Behind it he heard her whisper and moan as she sucked him, her lips pressing in against the reddened flesh of his prick.
She shook her head from side to side, swinging the prick with it. She shook with an animal excitement. Peter yelped with pleasure as her hand worked its way down his pants and her finger located his asshole. Her finger went in, jabbing, ramming home. He arched upward. She pulled at him so hard that he could feel her drawing up his come like soda through a straw. He splayed out beneath her in the hard-backed chair, and his sperm spurted into her mouth. Dianna gulped it down, groaning, gobbling.
After Peter left, Diana picked up the phone. She dialed the number of a friend who lived in a nearby housing development.
"Hi ... Mary? Guess what? There's a new mailman. Yeah. He's a little shy, but that makes it more fun. His name's Peter Manners? Yeah ... yeah. If he has any mail for you he'll probably be at your place in a half hour or so. Why don't you just ... "
Peter had a full day's work ahead of him. The job was beginning to seem a little better than he had originally thought.
Chapter Two
Peter was so preoccupied by thoughts of Dianna's blowjob that he mixed up the letters on his next two deliveries. But he wasn't impatient any longer, not with himself or anything else. He drove back along the road, corrected his mistakes, and then continued along his route.
Even the sky seemed more friendly now. It had stopped raining but it didn't look like the sun would come out for a while.
Peter thought about his paralyzing shyness with Dianna. He hadn't felt like that for years. He thought maybe it had something to do with being in the service, being out of touch with women. But he thought it was funny in a way. He had acted just like that when he was twelve and his kid sister Rita had caught him beating off in his room.
Twelve years old. He had been jerking off for three months. He did it whenever he could. There wasn't much else to do on a hot summer afternoon.
He was lying in the bed, his stomach still wet with the gob of white stuff that had squirted out five minutes ago. His cock wasn't hard anymore. It lay deflated and flaccid in the nest of his pubic hair. He had a lot of hair already. Thinking about that put him in the mood to jack off again. He was just reaching for a tissue to clean up the last bit of cum on his belly when Rita came in the door. She was only five ...
"Where's my dolly? Where's Raggedy Ann gone to, Petie?"
She was looking right at his dick, her eyes big beneath her short blond bangs.
Just a little flat-chested kid. She couldn't have known shit about what I was doing! Peter thought to himself.
Rita had walked into the room. She was barefoot, wearing a yellow dress.
"Is ... is he your Raggedy Andy?" She was pointing at his cock. And then she was saying, "You got a dolly, Petie! Can I play with him? He's got such funny black hair!"
Her little nail-bitten fingers were going right down on the red head of his cock!
"What a funny head he's got," Rita was saying, her ringers moving over his nuts. "Two of them!" She was pushing his balls together.
Peter's dick had begun to swell and twitch above Rita's poking fingers. Peter remembered that he had tried to pull his pants up. He had been just as wordless as he had been with Dianna. He had the same nervous sweat in his hands that day with Rita.
Rita had jiggled his dick, curious.
"He sure has a funny body, Petie," she said. And his cock jumped to life with a full-fledged harden!
"I gotta mow the lawn-" Peter had tried to make excuses to his sister, just like he'd attempted with Dianna. He had tried to avoid both of them. With Dianna he had kept asking her for her signature.
And he'd gotten it all right. His confidence began to flow back. He could still feel the grip of Dianna's fingers on his cock. It was as if she had tattooed her name there, licked it with her tongue and sealed it with her lips. Peter promised himself he would see her again. And next time he wouldn't be so shy.
His thoughts returned to his sister. He liked remembering her. He had been home for a month before taking this job as a mailman, but Rita was away at a camp in Colorado for the summer. She was coming home tonight. He hadn't seen her in two years.
Rita was seventeen now. He wondered if she still had her cherry. He doubted it. That time she had caught him masturbating wasn't the only time.
Once he had caught her playing doctor. Well, not exactly caught her. He had seen her sitting in the loft in the barn with the Harrison kids. Her little skinny legs were as far apart as she could spread them. The Harrison kids sure got an eyeful of her little pussy with the fuzzy down just above the lips. She'd been eleven years old. He watched her taking a piss underneath the willow tree a few years later. Her ass was up in the air while she wiped one of the thin willow branches in her twat.
The lift that Dianna's blowjob had given him led his mind to speculate about Rita. Maybe she would let him fuck her tonight when she came home. Sure, she was his own sister, but that made it all the better. He could screw around with Dianna during the day and have Rita during the night.
Now Peter's confidence was more than restored. He vowed that he wouldn't get caught acting like a kid with Dianna the next time. But Peter didn't know then that he wouldn't have to wait for Dianna, or even Rita. He was approaching the housing development. If he had known what he would find there he would have honked the horn of his truck in triumph!
He saw from the route map that the development had five streets. The addresses on the letters destined for there were also different. Besides saying Route Three, there were also street names and numbers.
Peter had been traveling on the main highway. He turned to the right onto a recently paved street. The development wasn't very large; it didn't rate a shopping center or anything like that. Peter thought it was kind of strange, a suburb in the country, in the middle of rolling plains and miles from anywhere.
As Peter rode down the street he noticed that there weren't any sidewalks. He stopped his truck and checked over the map, sorting the letters according to the street names. The first ones were to go to 21 Elm Way.
A few minutes later he was pulling his blue pickup to the curb in front of 21 Elm Way. He had three letters for a Mr. and Mrs. Bates. One of them looked like a bill.
Peter climbed out of the truck and walked up the narrow cement walkway. It was bordered by a row of green shrubs. There was a stroller in the yard. Just as he got to the door the sun broke through the clouds. It glinted on the brass mail-slot at the middle of the door. The upper part of the door was a milky-colored glass. He saw the vague form of someone on the other side. He heard a vacuum cleaner inside.
Mary Bates pushed the handle of the Hoover forward, watching the carpet brush travel along the baseboard of the hall. She pulled the handle back and it accidentally bumped her in the waist. She bumped it there again, this time feeling it push against the mound of her cunt. It wasn't an accident. She pushed the hose handle down lower, between her thighs. She could feel the small vibrations of the air passing up the hose. She sucked in her breath as she rose up on her toes a little, shoving the hose upward until it pressed against the lips of her cunt. The lavender nylon of her thin shortie nightgown was bunched in her lap, caressing her pussy. Mary bit her lips.
She had been thinking about Dianna's call on the phone and it had made her unconsciously desire something hard between her legs. Anything.
The mailman, she thought. Dianna had told her about this new guy. She said he had been incredibly shy.
"But what a cock!" Dianna whispered to her. That juicy word. Cock. It made Mary's mouth water. She had felt shy talking that way on the phone with Dianna at first. They didn't do it very often and when they did, Mary was always shy at first. But finally she couldn't restrain her interest.
"Did you ... did you see it?" she had asked Dianna at last.
"I ... I heard him masturbating in the bathroom, Mary," Dianna had said. "I had ... used the toilet just before. You know. When he left ... after coffee, and ... you know. I was getting dressed. I got my panties from the shower ... Mary? I'm getting wet! Is it doing that to you, too?"
Mary's remembering of her conversation with Dianna was so real. She had to do something about it. What if the mailman didn't have anything for her today after Dianna had gotten her so hot?
She unfastened the vacuum cleaner's hose from the handle of the extension pipes. She cradled the end in her hands. Slowly she raised it up, hearing the rush of the air pulled up inside. She touched the end of it to the pointed tip of one of her rounded tits. The thin fabric of her nightgown was sucked into the opening, then her nipple was tugged at, filling the end of the hose.
Mary could feel the air sucking through the cloth; small droplets of milk were straining through it. She only had a little milk left; her nipple was slick and slippery against the nylon of her nightgown. The presence of her milk reminded her of her new freedom since having weaned little Dale. He was eight months old now-old enough to spend a week with his grandparents. That had been part of weaning him, to get him away.
Mary was working the vacuum-cleaner hose over to the side of her tit. The sound of it sucking at her breast made her shiver. She wanted more.
She clicked the machine off, feeling its clutch on her now-firm tit releasing. Mary dropped the hose downward. With one hand she started to lift the hem of her nightgown. Then she heard a sound behind her, the sound of some letters falling to the floor.
Peter had been crouching outside, looking through the mail slot for a long time. His dick was aching, itching to give her something a lot more powerful between the legs than that machine. He wanted to suck her hairy pussy dry, then shoot it full of hot cum.
If he hadn't had his experience with Dianna earlier, he would have merely walked away. Instead, when he saw the woman turning off the vacuum, he pushed the letters through the slot to attract her attention, to let her know that the mailman had arrived.
When Peter had been watching through the slot he could see that she had long auburn hair that fell down to her waist. He was looking forward to seeing her face. He would soon. He had made sure by knocking on the glass.
There was silence on the other side of the door for a while. When Mary finally opened the door, Peter was ready-a lot more ready for her than he had been for Dianna. His pants bulged over his huge harden and he didn't care if she saw it. He wanted it to be the first thing she noticed, really. He wasn't disappointed.
"Hi," he said easily, enjoying the flush in Mary's cheeks. She had a heart-shaped face, and full, sensuous lips that started to form an unsure smile. Her eyes were almost green and seemed to dance with an inner fire.
"I'm the new mailman," he continued. "I just put your letters through there," he added, gesturing to the slot in the door.
"Wanna have a free demonstration?" he said, a big friendly grin on his face. He might have gone on to make a joke about being the Fuller Brush man in disguise, but he realized that a line like that would have suited someone like Dianna a lot more.
"What kind of demonstration?" asked Mary, intrigued. Mary hadn't been expecting him to come on like this at all, not after what Dianna had told her on the phone about him being so shy. But she was glad; he probably had a good sense of humor to match his sexy blue eyes.
"Vacuum cleaners," he said grinning. Mary blushed again, but she let him follow her into the house.
Mary had been fooling around with the Hoover, thinking about what might happen if he came by, but now she wasn't at all sure of herself.
Peter was a little surprised himself at how bold he was being. With a flourish he turned on the machine.
"Sure is a cute little model you have here," he said, sparing only a glance at the machine on the floor. He surveyed her with a long look that started at her bare feet and continued slowly up her thighs. She had closed the door. Her nightgown was made of transparent nylon. He detected the dark triangle of her pussy. His eyes rose to the round orbs of her tits now. He saw that the wet nipple of her left breast showed through.
Christ! Peter thought, she's got milk! He knew he was going to enjoy this. Her tits looked like they'd just about fill his hands. His fingers moved restlessly, eager to get at squeezing those big milk-giving nipples.
Mary found herself liking the way he was looking her over. It reminded her of the look that the other mailman, Jake, would give her just before he'd take his big cock out and get ready for action. But this guy was younger and more attractive. She liked the slight wave in his short black hair, and the small cleft in his chin. She almost felt like kissing it, exploring it with her tongue. If he had been nervous, she would have done that.
"One of these things can be a housewife's best friend-if you know how to use it," Peter was saying suggestively. Then he added, "I was in maintenance for a while in the Army. Know what we spent most of our time fixing?"
Mary found her voice. "Vacuum cleaners?"
"You bet," said Peter, warming to more than the subject. "All the officers' wives used to bring them in to us and we'd spend more time on them than-"
"The wives?"
"No, the vacuum cleaners."
Mary laughed. Then she noticed that he was removing the top of the Hoover, checking the dustbag. He removed the bag; it was one of the disposable paper ones.
"Where's the wastebasket?" Peter asked.
"What are you going to do?" said Mary, more curious now.
"I'll show you in a second."
Mary pointed to the straw basket behind the front door and Peter dropped the dustbag into it. Then, wiping his hands on his pants, he knelt down beside the machine. He unfastened the hose from its normal position and put it into the other outlet at the opposite end of the cleaner. He pushed the button and the vacuum started up. A stream of cool air blew out of the end of the hose in his hand.
"See that?" he said, aiming it in her direction. The air caught in her long hair and blew it about her shoulders. He aimed the stream lower until it went up under her nightgown. The nylon billowed about her as though she was above one of those air jets in a fun house.
Laughing, she protested, pulling her legs together and holding her nightgown against her thighs.
"See, instead of sucking now, it blows!" said Peter, moving closer. Mary moved away from him, her back against the wall. But her eyes let him know that she wanted more, much more.
Peter paused, seeing the extension pipes on the floor. He attached them to the hose and then put on the cleaning brush.
"What's that for?" Mary asked him.
"You work with this thing every day and you have to ask me that?" Peter joked. He slid the brush along the carpet toward her. The air coming out of it caused tiny grains of dirt in the carpet to fly up into the air. He advanced the brush in her direction, drew it back, and then pushed it forward a little further. She could feel the air on her feet now. The brush had reached her toes.
"It ... it tickles," she said.
"It's going to do a lot more than tickle," said Peter, drawing the soft bristles across the tops of her feet. Mary felt the coolness rushing up under her nightgown, meeting the wetness of her waiting cunt. She felt her cheeks burning with anticipation as she raised the hem of her nightgown just a little to receive more of the blast of cool air. The air became warmer. She thought that might be because the Hoover was heating up. She certainly was!
Peter lifted the brush a little, touching it to Mary's ankles. She leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes. She abandoned any pretense of not enjoying what he was doing. It wasn't what she had expected he would do, but it was the unexpected that was the most fun of all when you felt sexy.
Peter was slowly drawing the brush up her calf, letting it drift from side to side. When it touched the backs of her knees, Mary almost sank to the floor with the burning desire that the soft places there telegraphed to her cunt. When she felt the cold touch of the metal she almost gave a little cry of delight.
Suddenly Mary wanted to take her nightgown off and give herself up completely to the gusts of warm air. She wanted Peter to aim it into every opening in her body, make her rise higher and higher on the tide of warm wind.
The hem of her nightgown caught on the edge of the carpet brush.
Peter tried to free it. She bent down to help him.
"Why don't you slip into something a little more comfortable?" he asked.
Mary was in favor of that as much as he was. She decided it would be better if they went into the bedroom. She led the way, unfastening the ribbons at the top of her nightgown. When she entered the bedroom her back was toward him. She heard him whistle.
"That sure is a soft-looking bed!" he exclaimed.
Mary let her nightgown slide from her shoulders. She could feel the soft material caress her erect nipples. She held her tits in her hands, letting the nightdress fall from her. She remembered the pressure of the vacuum's suction on her left breast. She could still feel it. If only he would take her nipples in his mouth; she knew she'd give him as much milk as she used to give Dale before she weaned him. Her husband had never gotten into that with her. But he never even got into her eager, clutching cunt very often, either. He was always off on sales trips. And she was sure he gave more to some of his women customers than he did to her. When she turned around, she was rubbing her nipples with her fingers, hoping he'd get the idea.
He still had the vacuum cleaner with him!
Peter saw the thick reddish thatch of her cunt hair. He lifted the brush, giving her pussy a feel of the warm column of air for the first time. Mary toppled back onto the bed, her thighs wide apart to receive the forceful rush of air. Her hands on her tits squeezed while her fingers pinched her nipples.
"I'll show you the kind of job this thing can do on a bedspread," said Peter, appreciating the invitation of her wide-open thighs.
The cleaner itself was still out in the hall, but with the extension pipes and the long hose, it was easy for Peter to guide the carpet brush towards her tempting cleft. The curling hair of her pussy vibrated in the air. Her thick labia were pushed apart by the cone of air.
Mary groaned; her gasping intake of air was an indication that she wanted him to move the brush closer to her cunt. Peter raised the implement, aiming the brush as he moved it forward between her arching thighs.
Half laughing with tension, Mary cried out for him to do it.
But Peter was already ramming the brush up into her pussy. She could feel her hole, resisting for a moment; then, with a sucking sound, it opened to let the air directly into her passage. She writhed on the brush as the pressure built up in her passage, her fingers working furiously on her nipples. She wanted Peter to fuck her now, ram his cock into that pocket of air she held inside.
Peter heard the auburn-haired girl on the bed give a half-choking sob. He knew she was ready, and so was he.
Mary's hand left her tits. She pried her labia apart with her fingers, letting him see her cunt hole. Put it in there, she wanted to cry, but all she could do was moan and wriggle her ass at him. He had to come in soon! Her legs were shaking; her hard clit ached to feel his weight grinding on it. She could no longer stand the incredible sensation of the air attacking the sensitive red lining.
Peter dropped the vacuum-cleaner hose. He couldn't take his eyes off her inviting pussy. He stuck his finger into her hole, hearing the air release with a wet plopping sound. He pulled his finger out, needing both hands to unfasten the buttons on his fly.
"Here, let me help," said Mary, sitting up, the desperation in her voice stirring a new excitement in Peter.
He couldn't get over it. These housewives-you hardly walked in the door before they were doing something to give you a harden. And then they couldn't wait to get their hands on it! But, unlike with Dianna, he vowed that he was going to do the work this time. He'd give her the kind of fucking that he hadn't been able to give Dianna. She hadn't given him the chance. But this one was giving him everything!
Peter kicked off his pants and a moment later he was on top of her, plunging his dick into her hot, wet pussy. His balls bumped against her and she rubbed their soft weights with the insides of her thighs. He pulled back; angling up into her passage from the side this time. Her legs kicked out, shaking. From her lips came a cry that drove him on. He pounded his dick into her again, from the other side. Then he pounded it into her from above, driving it deep.
Mary couldn't believe how fast it was all happening. Too fast. She couldn't stand the thought of him cuming before she had a chance. She wanted his dick up between her tits, to slow him down. No, not slow him down.
She was wriggling beneath him. Her ass was halfway off the bed. But Peter kept at it, even though his cock was bent to the point where he thought it would break. Hammerlike, his big cock rammed across the top of her clit, making Mary feel an intense tremor of pleasure. Her buns slid farther off the bed. Suddenly his dick popped out of her and her ass hit the floor. But she was holding her tits together, and his up-springing cock drove between them.
Mary's hands squeezed her tits frantically, her fingers rubbing her nipples against the slippery head of his cock. She could feel the milk coming; it sprayed out onto the head of his dick. Peter had been looking down and saw the thin watery milk striking the head of his cock. He pushed the slit mouth of his dick against her left nipple. She was holding her tit in both hands now; the oozing nipple burrowed its hardened tip into the tip of his cock. The milk ran down her breast. There seemed to be no stopping the flow from her nipple.
Then the mouth of his cock spat her nipple out with a squirting sound. A gob of white cum shot forth and splattered on her tit.
"Make me cum!" she begged him, panting with need, twisting her nipples in her fingers.
Her thighs were straddled on the floor, her back against the bed. Peter felt his dick trailing a slick thread of cum down across her belly. He knew what she wanted.
They were on the floor now. Peter remembered the vacuum-cleaner hose. He could feel hot air blowing against his leg. He lifted Mary's thighs. He was treated to the sight of her shaking head as her hands continued to clutch at her tits, milking them. The air blew on their naked thighs. Mary's hands were forcing her tits together, her hands covering the hard nipples with his slippery cum.
Peter bent his head down so he could see his cock thrust into her luscious pussy. He could feel the air blasting on his balls. He was supporting himself above her with his arms, but with a final forward jab he thrust his cock all the way into her cunt. He fell onto her, his cheek smeared with the wetness on her tits. His tongue was licking at a mixture of his cum and her milk. She jammed her nipples together, pushing them up against his sucking lips. Peter filled his mouth with them and sucked hard, feeling the watery fluid welling up from deep within her tits. It was like sucking the cum out of her. She bucked underneath him again and again.
"Ohhhh! Suck me! Bite me! Bite!"
She screamed, and Peter delivered his second load deep inside her pussy. He could feel the walls contracting on his dick, pressing his cum out. Her thighs were locked around his waist. As he pounded into her she lifted her ass up into the air. The next thing Peter knew, a third shot burst forth when the head of his dick was almost at the mouth of her already-dripping twat. He could hear it squirting in her. He pushed his dick down into her, soaking every inch of her contracting pussy.
Peter didn't get home until after seven o'clock that night. He parked his truck in the barn. He was too late for dinner. He could tell as soon as he walked in the back door. His mother was finishing up the dishes.
"How did it go today, Peter?" she asked him, drying her hands on her apron.
Peter was glad she was done with the dishes. He didn't feel like having a conversation with her. What a day!
After his mother left the kitchen, he made himself a sandwich, took a Coke from the refrigerator, and went upstairs to his room.
His bedroom was plainer than his Army quarters had been. There weren't any Playboy Playmates on the wall; his mother never would have allowed them.
"What would little Rita think?" his mother -would have asked. Yeah, he wondered, what would Rita think?
There was a low single bed by the window and a large oak chest of drawers against the wall. Peter took off his coat and shirt. As he started to take his pants off he noticed there was still a wet stain on the front. He could no longer think about food. He could only think about Dianna. And that other one, Mary. She had told him afterwards that her name was Mary.
He laid down in his bed, thinking that he would jerk off, switching back and forth between thoughts of fucking with Mary and that beautiful blowjob that Dianna had given him. He pulled his jockey shorts down, his hands reaching for his cock. It was sore.
"Fucked so damn much with her that it took the skin off," he mumbled to himself, thinking of Mary. The air from the vacuum cleaner had made her pussy as dry as a cracker. But he had liked her cunt. It was roomier than anything he'd been inside before, giving him a chance to maneuver. He had fucked her until neither of them could stand it anymore.
Peter had dozed off. He woke up with a start. The light was still on in his room. It was dark outside. He thought it must be late and wondered what had awakened him.
He heard the low rumble of a car outside his window. Then he remembered that Rita was coming home from camp tonight.
She sure is late! he thought to himself.
Peter jumped up from the bed and clicked off the light. He returned to the bed, knelt on it, and slowly raised the window. He saw the car down below. For a moment he was afraid his sister had noticed the light was still on in his room. But he heard whispering and as he began to make out the words he figured that whomever Rita was with had taken her mind off of everything else.
Peter pushed the window up higher. The cool night air caused his balls to contract. He wondered why he could hear their whisperings so clearly until he saw that Rita was standing by the hood of the car. A dark form was next to her.
"Not here!" he heard Rita say. Peter's dick flexed with excitement at the sight of her blond hair. She wore it long now. And her voice had changed so much. It was throaty and full of lust, even though she seemed to be trying to fight the guy off. Then she turned her face up to receive the guy's kiss. Peter imagined their lips meeting, their tongues probing. The guy's hand was inside Rita's blouse. Even from the window Peter could see that Rita had nice tits. He thanked his lucky stars that she was his sister. Maybe she would be giving him a free feel soon, too.
The guy was unbuttoning Rita's blouse. Peter thought that in a second he would see her tits. But Rita was resisting again.
"Not here!" she begged, trying to get away from the guy. But she only succeeded with her movement in causing her blouse to pull open further. Her small, pointy breasts stuck out inside of her white bra.
"Not here!" she whispered again, but even Peter could detect that she no longer cared where she was. The guy was pulling her tits out of her bra, wrapping his fingers around the cone-shaped shadows of her nipples.
"Aw, you did it in camp whenever we wanted you to," Peter could hear the guy whispering huskily.
"That was at camp," Rita responded.
Peter thought the guy must be pretty dumb. He could have Rita without arguing if he'd only shut his mouth. And now Rita was trying to get her bra back over her pointy little tits.
Peter saw that the guy had wised up a little. He was pushing his hand up under Rita's dress and that did the trick for Rita. She leaned back onto the low hood of the car. Peter could see her smooth thighs in the pale moonlight as the guy pulled her dress up.
And now the guy was going down on Rita!
" ... remember that all-day hike ... " the guy whispered, pausing to lap between Rita's juicy labia. Peter could almost taste what she'd be like, her pussy full of pungent wetness. Peter licked his lips, aching to jerk off again. Even though he had been sucked off and had fucked himself crazy later, there was something about seeing Rita being eaten that made him feel an itch deep inside his crotch that he had to scratch.
" ... you and John and I up at the lake and you ... "
From what the guy was saying, Rita had been the camp whore. Peter thought of sneaking down the hall to her room afterwards. He could fuck her. Her pussy would be so wet and slippery after this guy was done eating her ...
"Shit!" Peter murmured aloud. "If he fucks her there on the car she'll still have his cum inside her when she gets into bed!"
But Peter thought that might make it better. His cock was burning, aching for release. But he'd have to wait.
Then Peter's eyes fell on the remains of his dinner-a jelly sandwich beside the window. He had spread a lot of jelly on the buttered bread. He could see the large dark globs and they reminded him of something sweet and sticky.
He could still hear the guy talking to Rita while he nuzzled and licked her pussy. The guy was reminding her of the hike they had taken together with somebody called John.
" ... n' skinny-dipping in the lake. We were supposed to go separate places, but John and I sneaked back. And you were waiting for us, down on your knees in the water ... "
"I ... can't stand it anymore!" gasped Rita. Both of her hands were fumbling at the guy's fly. Peter saw the wriggling form of his dick flash in the moonlight. They the guy was on top of Rita, shoving himself up between her spread legs.
Rita was spread-eagled on the sloping hood of the car. The guy was above her, sinking his prick into her until she spread her legs even wider and higher than Peter thought was possible.
"Two guys," Peter reflected. "She must have fucked with two guys at once." His kid sister-had she ever grown up! And that guy down there had liked fucking her with that John so much that even while he dicked her on the hood of the car he was reminding Rita of it, making her remember it.
" ... you were sucking on John's dick, and I came up behind you when you didn't know it and ... "
The guy strained, his voice fading. Peter watched as Rita clambered down from the hood of the car and turned her back to the guy. She knew what he wanted. She turned around, lifting her bared ass up for him, her elbows on the car as she bent down. The guy whammed his dick into her from behind.
She must have done that! Peter thought.
Peter watched his sister getting fucked, thinking about her being with more than one guy. If he wanted to, all he had to do was go down the stairs right now. Rita was so hot that she probably wouldn't mind. And the guy wouldn't mind either-he'd liked sharing her before.
But Peter stayed where he was. He knew what it was like to fuck a girl with another guy, with three other guys.
Having learned that Rita had fucked with two guys at once made him resolve to tell her about his" own experiences-about the enlisted men's club in Berlin ... and Bobbie the Slot.
Chapter Three
After watching Rita being fucked on top of the car, Peter got back into bed.
In a little while he heard his sister and the guy come up the stairs and go down to Rita's room. Peter got out of bed and opened his door slightly. He listened closely and could hear their voices in the room.
Rita insisted that the guy not stay, that he should go before her parents woke up. That was a laugh, Peter thought. Their parents slept soundly and they weren't likely to burst in on Rita at this time of night.
The guy finally left. Peter waited until he heard his car start up. Then he slipped out into the hallway. He wasn't wearing a thing and in his excitement his cock was standing up stiffly. It felt weightless, throbbing away, standing up like a thick banana.
He wasn't sure what Rita's reaction to him would be, but he was too excited to care. He wanted her, had to have her.
He knocked softly on the door.
She opened it immediately. She smiled at him and her eyes went down to his crotch. She smiled even more widely and licked her lips as she saw the long, thick cock standing up so stiff a few inches away.
"Rita, I ... "
"I knew you'd come, Petie," she said.
She opened the door wider and let him inside, then closed it behind him. Peter's body grazed against his sister's as he passed into the room and he realized at once that she was also naked. His throbbing prick touched the soft flesh of her round belly. Peter shivered and caught his breath. The momentary contact with her body took him by surprise and increased his heat.
"Jesus, Rita ... "
She turned and faced him. Their bodies came together. Peter put an arm around her waist and pulled her tight. Her warm, soft body caused him to gasp. His hand moved down from her waist to her firm, round buttocks. He put his other hand around her ass and cupped the cheeks. His fingers pushed in between the clenching globes and felt the soft twirl of hair covering her cunt and asshole.
"Mmm, your fingers feel nice, Petie," his sister said. "Push it into my pussy-go on."
He held open one of the cheeks with one hand and pushed the fingers of the other hand in at her cunt. The lips felt warm and wet. They trembled when he touched them. His thumb and forefinger held one of the pussy lips and peeled it open wider. Then he shoved his middle finger into the meat itself and twisted it around.
Rita groaned. She clutched at her brother tightly and opened her thighs wider.
"You're so wet," Peter said, wondering if it was the jism of that guy she was with.
"Of course, Petie, because I've been thinking about you since I got rid of that guy. I saw you watching us when we were at the car."
"You did?"
"Yes. And I knew, I don't know how, but I just knew that you'd come to me tonight and we'd make it together. So as soon as I got rid of him I got cleaned up and took my clothes .off and waited for you."
"That's fantastic," Peter said, and he meant it. It seemed unreal that they could have both been on the same wavelength like that, almost like ESP, he thought. And she's clean too, she says. That ; means all that warm, sticky goo is her love juice spewing out for me!
He worked his finger deep inside her pussy and churned it around again. He smiled and sighed as he felt the warm honey of her secretion bubble around his finger. He jabbed it back and forth as if he was fucking her. Rita gripped his shoulders and gasped.
"Mmmm, it feels so good," she moaned softly, clenching her thighs against the intruding hand. "Yes, yes, rub my pussy, Peter, rub it hard."
He slipped his forefinger in with the middle one and worked them around more forcefully. Rita ; gasped and clung still more tightly to her brother's shoulder. She began to kiss him along the neck and behind the ear. As his fingers began to bring her to a rising peak of excitement she began to lick at his ear and one of her hands slipped down to his crotch and grabbed hold of his throbbing rod. She squeezed on it midway down the shaft and lifted it up till the foreskin rolled over the fat, mushroom head. Peter squirmed excitedly and his fingers revolved faster and more violently in his sister's cunt.
"Nnnnnnn, ooohh, Petie, you're gonna make me come. It feels so good."
Her tongue pushed deep inside his ear and then licked out to his face. She attached her mouth to his and brother and sister kissed passionately.
Peter felt excited enough to come then and there, but he controlled himself, knowing that he was in for a nightful of fantastic pleasure.
He twisted his hand so that he could keep two fingers in her cunt and use his thumb as well, digging it into the tight orifice of her anus. She squirmed when he started to poke at it. Then her sphincter opened for him and the nail of the thumb pressed all the way inside.
He violently jammed the thumb in and out and around in her asshole while pumping the two fingers through her cunt. She squirmed and sighed appreciatively.
Her grip on his prick became tighter and she jerked up and down with a forceful stroke that made Peter groan and gasp. They kissed again, more passionately, tongues wetly entwining. Peter didn't think he had ever felt such intense pleasure in a woman's-a girl's-arms before. He knew that a good part of the thrill was the idea of it being his own sister whose asshole and pussy he was pawing, but that self-consciousness didn't lessen the thrill one bit, only reinforced it.
They gradually edged over to the bed. When Peter's shins cracked against the edge of it he fell over sideways. His sister followed him onto the bed. Hungrily, she crawled around so that her face was poised over his crotch and his violently throbbing red prick.
"Rita, Jesus, yes suck it. Stick my fat cock in your mouth, sis. Eat it up!"
"God, your cock is so big, Petie, so fat and long. I just love it!"
She grabbed it with both hands and fed it into her mouth. She gobbled it up. Her lips stretched for the thick, hairy base of the cock. Her teeth pressed against the trembling, throbbing flesh. Peter gasped. He felt overwhelming waves of pleasure shoot through him. He felt ready to come right then and there, shoot an unending stream of sperm down his young sister's sucking mouth. He gritted his teeth and held on and watched her suck him, now slowly slide her mouth back to the tip of the prick.
"Rita, baby, you're gonna make me come right off, I swear to God you are."
"Mmmmmm," Rita moaned back at him, digging her teeth into the straining cock flesh again, grasping at the swollen shaft and sliding up and down.
Peter reached over for her hips and pulled her crotch towards him. Rita opened her legs up and arched her hot, wet pussy in his direction. Peter stared into the gaping pink crotch for several seconds, awed by the beauty and the sexiness of it. Then he licked his lips and moved his mouth up against her.
Rita rose to the tip of the cock again and removed her mouth from it for a moment, for enough time to gasp, look down and say to her brother, "Oh, oh, yes, Petie, suck my pussy, do it to me, big brother!"
Peter shuddered as he sniffed at her cunt. The odor was fantastically arousing. He pushed his mouth up and kissed her warm, wet cunt meat. The flesh was burning hot and the sticky spew was drooling out to the flared edges of her pussy lips.
He pursed his lips again and pressed them to her clitoris. It was small and bright red, bulging out of its hooded enclosure. Peter pressed down on it and he could feel his sister shiver from the pleasure this caused. He pressed harder and she convulsed more intensely. He opened his lips slightly and sucked inward, sucking on the burning pink band of pleasure.
"Oooooohhh!" Rita moaned. She lifted her mouth off the cock and rested it against her cheek while she groaned and whispered harshly. "Oh, Petie, that feels so good, yes, yes, suck my clit, suck it!"
He put his hand up around the clit, lifting it up farther to his mouth. Then he surrounded it with his lips and sucked hard. Rita twisted her head backward, as if caught in an intense muscle spasm. Her mouth hung open and her expression was one of great pain, though it was great pleasure she was actually feeling.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Shit, that's good, Petie. So fucking good! Nnnnnnnn! I'm starting to come!"
He flicked his tongue back and forth on the clit. Each time he did it her body responded wildly, shaking all over. She screamed and one of her hands reached down to touch Peter's head, twining her fingers in his hair. He slid one finger into her cunthold and churned it back and forth while his tongue slapped at her clitoris.
"God, God it's good!" she cried.
Rita regained control of herself enough to take hold of his cock again and stick it into her mouth. She ate it more voraciously than ever now, sucking, licking, biting down on the throbbing length of flesh, truly making love to his prick.
Peter played with her clit for a little while longer, then used both hands to hold her pussy open wide and stuck his mouth and tongue fully into the open gash. He ran his tongue up the length of it, slid it around and slapped it on the wet pink flesh like his tongue was a whip. The faster he licked her the faster she pumped up and down on his prick. The come was spewing out of the tip of his dick more with each pump his sister made and the hot liquid drooled down the shaft and into her throat.
"Jesus," Peter gasped, "I'm gonna come ... "
There was no stopping it and he didn't especially want to. He arched his crotch against her mouth and she swallowed down to the base. His fingers clawed at the hair and flesh at the edges of her cunt. He pulled the pussy flesh up all around his face and dug his teeth and tongue and lips deep.
Rita put her fingers around his balls, scratching and clutching at them. She pumped back and forth, twisting around on the knobbed tip then ramming back to the base and digging her teeth in for just a second before sliding all the way to the tip again.
Peter writhed in ecstasy. The feelings of pleasure poured over him again and again. He licked her cunt some more, but finally lost control of his reflexes. He lifted his face up and groaned loudly.
Rita opened her mouth as wide as she could and dropped it down to the base of his exploding prick. She sucked hard and the prick heaved, swelled and then blasted the back of her throat with its heavy, bubbling seed.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Jesus," Peter cried. "God, yes, yes, that's it. That's beautiful, yes, yes!"
The come bubbled out from between her lips, frothing up into her nostrils. She swallowed as much as she could but there was too much to get it all.
Then she pressed down to the base and held it tightly while it trembled and issued its last drop of sperm. She rubbed her tongue over the head and the underside of the exhausted organ.
Peter moaned and caressed his sister's taut ass cheeks. He pressed his face sideways against her open cunt and sniffed at the strong pussy odor.
In another minute Rita let the cock slide out of her mouth. She looked down at her brother.
"Did you like that, Petie?"
"Did I like it? Jesus, you suck beautifully, Rita. I guess I shouldn't ask you where you learned, but you sure do it well."
"Thanks," Rita said, smiling, glancing at his wilting cock again and kissing it lightly on the wet head. "I thought your cock tasted wonderful. Maybe that's why I sucked it so well."
"I don't know the reason, but I know one thing, I don't remember ever having such a good blowjob."
Rita sat up slightly, leaning an elbow on one of Peter's thighs. She stared down at her brother, with his face so near to her pink pussy. She smiled at him and Peter winked back at her.
"I'm sure glad you finally got around to this, Petie," she said.
"Yeah, me, too," said Peter. He kissed her pussy. His fingers touched the fleshy ridges of the labia. They were sticky with his saliva and her love juice.
"I sure wish you'd been the first with me, Petie. And I wish I'd been the first with you."
"Have you been with a lot of boys since I've been gone?" he asked her.
"Oh, a few ... I like to fuck, you know."
"Yeah. I was watching you out the window. But I guess you said you knew that already, huh?"
"Yeah," she said. "That boy's all right. He's got a big dick, you know, but he's nothing special. Gee, there's no boy I feel about the way I feel about you, brother. And that's the truth."
Peter smiled and kissed her tenderly on the cunt. He sniffed at it again and sighed as his nostrils filled with the sexy aroma of her pussy.
"What do you do with these boyfriends of yours? Anything special, just fuck or what?"
"Oh, we do it all at one time or another, I guess," she said with a wry chuckle.
"What about this two guys business? I heard your friend tonight say you were doing it with two guys at once, him and somebody else-John was it?"
"Yeah." She chuckled again. "You heard that?"
"Some of it. I couldn't hear it all."
"Like he said, I was sucking on John's prick when the guy tonight came up all of a sudden. His prick was real hard and wet, all greased up with his jism, and he slipped it right into my pussy while I was bent over sucking the other guy's dick. It took me by surprise and I nearly bit into John's cock. But then I looked over my shoulder and saw who it was. I relaxed and let him fuck me from behind like that. It felt real good, you know-he's got such a big dick and he knows how to use it-at least a lot better than most of the guys his age. What was so great about it was that I kept on sucking John and we all ended up coming at the same time."
"Two guys at once, Jesus Christ! You have grown up on me, haven't you?"
Giggling, she said, "It wasn't the first time either, to tell the truth."
"No?"
"Uh-uh." She glanced at his wilted cock and tapped it. She leaned her head against it and blew on the head. It flopped over- to the left. She wrinkled her eyebrows and frowned. "When is that gonna come back to life, Petie?"
"Well, sometimes it takes a little while, you know. Hey, tell me about the other times you've done it with two guys. Hearing a really turns me on."
"Hm? All right. I like hearing dirty stories, too, when they're true. And this one's true ... "
She began to tell him a story about something that she did the year before. She had been going out with one particular boy for a few weeks. They were very hot for each other, Rita explained, and it go so that they couldn't even wait for school to be over before they could fuck.
That day in the cafeteria they decided to slip away before the lunch period was over. They decided that the safest place was the basement of the school.
"So we snuck down there. It was pretty dark. There was nothing down there except a lot of pipes and furnaces and some old desks and chairs piled up all over the place. We went behind one of the piles of chairs. Jim, that was my boyfriend, took his jacket off and put it on the floor because the floor was pretty dirty. Then we smiled at each other and started kissing. He put his hands all over my titties and I was squeezing at his cock. I got so horny that I ripped his pants down and got his big dick out. I got down on my knees and sucked him off for a couple of minutes. I love to have a cock in my mouth. It feels almost as good as having it in my cunt.
"I was sucking his prick until he started to moan and he told me he thought he might come in another second or two. We didn't have too much time left and I didn't want him to come till he had me coming too-much as I liked sucking him. I stood up and took off my skirt and then my panties. I folded them up all careful, I remember, so that nobody would know what I'd been up to during lunch break." Rita giggled at the recollection. Her brother, meanwhile, was breathing quickly, excited by her story. His cock was stirring to life.
"I let Jim go between my legs for a couple of minutes, licking my pussy and getting it all wet and ready to receive his big, fat cock. If I was horny when we got down there, I was nearly out of my mind when he finished sticking his tongue in my cunt. We decided I'd go on top, so he stretched out on the floor and I climbed on top of him. I slipped his cock into my pussy and started bouncing up and down on him. We were going really good when we heard this noise behind us, a voice, somebody laughing.
"We stopped right away and I looked back and saw it was one of the janitors. He was a black guy, around thirty or so. He was standing a few yards away, grinning and laughing, watching us. We didn't know what to do. It wasn't as though we could run or pretend we weren't really doing what we were doing. He stopped laughing and told us he was going to report us to the principal. Jim kind of groaned because the principal at the school was really strict and Jim was going to graduate soon, but only if he didn't get into anymore trouble. I guess he felt that if the janitor did report him he would be kept from graduating. Jim asked the janitor to please not report us. The janitor asked him why he shouldn't, what could we do for him? We didn't know what to say to that. What could we do for him? Then he started laughing and unzipped his pants and said he'd show us what we could do for him.
"I looked down at Jim and he just shrugged. I looked back and by then the janitor had his cock out and it was this long, thick black hose and it was already hard. He must have gotten really turned on watching us and seeing my bare fanny hopping up and down on Jim's prick. I never saw a black dick before and this one was so big that it really got to me. And Jim got turned on by my excitement, too, because I felt his prick getting hard inside of me again. None of us said anything more. The janitor just came up to me, his cock standing up and throbbing. He pressed it against my lips. It was so big, especially the head, that I was afraid for a moment. Then I opened my lips and sucked it inside as far as I could. It was pretty hard to suck on one that big, but I did the best. I could. Jim started fucking again. I got really excited and started to come hard. I kept moaning real loud and they both kept telling me to keep quiet before someone upstairs heard me.
"The janitor decided my blowjob wasn't going too good, so he pulled his big black dick out of my face. He went behind me and I couldn't see what he was doing at first, and I was coming from Jim's dick in my pussy, so I closed my eyes and kept fucking. Then I felt hands on my ass cheeks. It was the janitor, of course. He started pushing one finger into my asshole. I'd never had anything in there before and it scared me a little. But he pushed it all the way in before I could do anything and started pumping it back and forth just like a cock. Then he pulled the finger out and moved up behind me. He pushed his cock against my asshole. I started to scream, but he covered my mouth with one hand and with his other hand pushed his cock into my asshole. His cock was wet with spit and come and so it slipped in without too much trouble. Then he started fucking. Both cocks inside me and fucking at the same time. God, it was so good, you can't believe it, Petie. Jim's big prick in my pussy and this strange janitor with his huge black dick in my tight virgin asshole. God, I came and came and came. I thought I would go out of my mind. Then Jim came and filled my pussy with sperm. He was finished and lying there with his eyes closed while the janitor was still fucking away like crazy. Then the janitor reached around in front of me and started massaging my clitty. I nearly screamed at the top of my lungs. Jesus, he was really ramming that black hose through my ass, back and forth, faster and faster. I was afraid he would rip my asshole apart, but I was feeling too good to do anything about it. I just closed my eyes, leaned over and let him fuck till he finally came. God he had so much jism in his cock I didn't think it would ever end. But it did, and just in time. The bell rang and we had to get to our next class. The janitor pulled his cock out and I stood up and put my skirt back on. Jim and I hurried back upstairs, making sure nobody saw us, you know. I didn't wash myself and I had Jim's come in my pussy and the janitor's come in my asshole all day in class reminding me of what happened."
Finishing her tale, Rita sighed deeply. She looked down at her brother. Peter was staring at her, awed by the intense eroticism of her story. His cock had become rock-hard during the telling and was throbbing mightily.
"Well, I guess we got that nice and ready," Rita said, reaching down and patting the prick on its head. "You gonna fuck me now?"
She squeezed on his cockhead.
"I guess I am," Peter said.
Rita touched her pussy and frowned. "But I'm kind of dry. How about you tell me a story. Something real dirty, like mine, but true. I like to hear other people's stories, like I told you. Tell me something that happened to you when you were in the service overseas. I bet you fucked a lot of them European women, huh?"
"A few."
"Tell me about some of them. Come on. Give me all the juicy details like I told you about Jim and the janitor."
"Yeah, yeah, let me see," Peter said.
Rita moved up beside him and took his cock into her hand. She gently caressed it with one hand, while her other hand moved under his balls and held them up. She effectively kept his prick throbbingly erect.
"Come on, tell me a story."
"Well, let me think. I didn't fuck all that many, you know. I had to work now and then, heh-heh."
Rita laughed with him and said, "But I bet you played more, didn't you?"
Peter shrugged. He wondered what he should tell her. And then he remembered Bobbie the Slot. She was the one he was thinking about earlier, when he watched her getting fucked out on the car.
"Yeah, I got a story for you," he said. "It's something that happened when I was in Berlin."
"Goody," said Rita. "I hope it's really dirty."
She snuggled up to him, rubbing the head of his prick against her warm, soft tummy.
Chapter Four
Peter remembered the subdued lighting in the enlisted men's club in Berlin. He remembered the clicking of the tumblers in the slot machines, the chrome handle with the large plastic ball on the end.
Bobbie the Slot. Blaine Hanley, a real bastard, had given her that name. Her real name was Katrina. He had gone with Blaine and the others to her house.
Blaine was a loud-mouthed bastard. He had been the one who had set things up with Bobbie, made sure she would be there when they arrived.
Peter's post had been at a checkpoint located in the suburbs of Berlin. He and the others made their way to her house a hundred yards from the checkpoint.
There was a low brick wall between each house, enclosing carefully manicured gardens no bigger than ping pong tables. Katrina, otherwise known as Bobbie, lived in the house on the corner. She had a neatly kept garden like all the others. All she grew in it were rose bushes and she was absolutely nuts about them. Once Blaine was drunk and stumbled out of the house into the flowerbed. She raised her voice in protest and even cried. But she didn't cry when they gang fucked her. She had been just as crazy about that as she was about her plants.
That time he had gone there with Blaine, Dan and Phil joined them. Like Peter, Blaine was from the midwest-Ohio. Dan was from Texas and never let you forget it. Phil was from Pennsylvania. All of them were from small towns and they agreed afterwards that you had to go to a big city to find someone like Bobbie the Slot.
On the way to her house Blaine kept saying over and over, "You have to meet this fucking broad to believe her. She'll blow your fucking cock up your ass!"
The four of them had taken along three six-packs of beer and a couple cartons of cigarettes. Whenever you went to see a girl in Berlin you took American cigarettes because they were so highly prized and so expensive to buy locally. For the soldiers shopping at the PX, it was the cheapest present they could get.
Peter didn't have duty until early the next day. It was Thursday night and it was hard to get into the right mood on a Thursday. But Blaine did his best to make it seem like it was Saturday night.
Blaine was the one to knock on the door. It was late, past eleven. A small window was raised in the upstairs part of the house and Bobbie's head appeared. There was a light behind her. From where he stood, Peter saw that she had shoulder-length hair, light blonde in color, and her big tits seemed to spill over the window sill. It was only later that he saw she had dark roots, though the tits turned out to be bigger than he had imagined. Until he saw her in the light he had been fantasizing a wildly sexy image of her. The reality wasn't quite up to the fantasy, but it would do, he decided.
Bobbie put her finger to her lips to quiet the four of them down. She didn't want them waking the neighbors and having to explain what she was doing entertaining four American soldiers at this time of night.
Katrina Heinz went down the stairs thinking it would be good for her to have a little fun. She hadn't had any action since Blaine picked her up at the house three days before. Now he was back with some of his friends. She liked making soldiers happy. Fucking was a kind of game to her, a game in which everybody won. By the time Katrina opened the door for them she was excited and laughing lustily. She waved them inside.
Blaine was all over her at once, his hands feeling out her tits, trying to pull her dress up and have a grab at her pussy.
"Look at the tits on this baby," said Blaine, holding her tits and acting like he owned them. "Ain't they the prettiest things you've ever seen."
Then he turned her sideways and slapped her firmly on the ass. The slap made a resounding noise against the fleshy buttocks of the German girl.
Some of the others started crowding in, taking feels of her tits and pinching her ass, but Blaine fended them off with a laugh.
"Now fellas, take your time, we got all night, and she's got plenty of ass and pussy for all of us."
They went into the parlor and the girl was conscious of them staring at her ass as she moved. Her ass cheeks swayed when she walked on a kind of spring action, churning and grinding against each other with each step, and she knew that men couldn't take their eyes off them.
The first thing Peter noticed was the plants. There were plants everywhere. They made the room seem very crowded with the five of them in there.
Peter took a place on the couch with Dan and Phil. Blaine sat opposite them, dropping into a lounge chair and pulling the German girl onto his lap. He put his hands all over her, sliding them up under her dress and feeling her pussy. He leered at the others and sighed with pleasure.
"Fantastic, her cunt really feels fantastic, boys. You wouldn't believe it. But there's plenty to go around. Don't you worry about that."
They took out the beer and started opening the cans and passing them around.
Blaine opened the girl's blouse and stuck his hand inside. He pushed his fingers around on the nipples. His expression became wild.
Peter watched them and he was feeling very envious of Blaine. He wondered if this was some creepy trick on Blaine's part, just to get them to come up here and watch him act like a stud.
But then Bobbie caught his eye and she licked her lips and nodded at him and he realized that there would be enough of her to go around because she would want it that way. Peter sighed with relief.
After a few beers Peter loosened up. He stopped resenting Blaine so much. It had been Blaine's suggestion that Bobbie ought to take turns sitting in their laps. She was on top of Dan now. The swarthy Texan was sweating visibly. He was moving his hand up and down between the wide separation of her ass cheeks, pushing her skirt up into the amply cushioned area, pinching at her and laughing.
Then it was Peter's turn to have the German girl on his lap. He remembered her lowering her heavy ass down on the hard bulge of his cock. She squirmed from side to side on his lap, supposedly getting herself comfortable but Peter was sure she was doing it to excite his dick-already about to rip through his pants. The others were shouting dirty words at him and telling him to stick his cock right through her dress.
Blaine started yelling at the girl to do a striptease. Bobbie smiled. She knew the word and had performed the act for Blaine once before. She enjoyed the looks on mens' faces when they watched her take off her clothes and parade that big body of hers.
Phil put a record on the hi-fi. Bobbie walked slowly around the room, her hands toying with the buttons on her blouse.
Blaine gave an excited whoop and took out his cock. He began jerking on it.
Bobbie was at the other end of the room then. She suddenly turned around. Her blouse was open. She stood there, her legs apart. She was stroking the large fleshy moons of the upper parts of her titties that weren't contained by her bra. She ground her thighs together, bucking her hips toward the guys across the room. The three on the couch were smoking cigarettes. Blaine was the only one playing with his cock so far. Perhaps the others were shy, Bobbie was thinking. She would be as obvious as possible to let them know everything was all right.
"Come on, baby, let's see some more," Blaine shouted, working violently on his cock.
Bobbie looked down and licked her lips when she saw the size of his hardon. She was tempted to run right for it, but remembered the others and decided it was more important to get them all in the mood.
She took her tits out of her bra, made a sound low in her throat and her hands pushed downward on her tits. Her nipples poked out hard against her fingers. She squeezed them. Her thighs rubbed together in the moistness she could feel collecting in her pussy.
Bobbie pushed her tits together. The palms of her hands slid back and forth over the yielding flesh. She held a tit in each hand, holding them out to the four guys. Her nipples came into view. They had huge pink areolas and big, long red nipples, the biggest Peter had ever seen.
Blaine was yelling for more and Bobbie was walking toward them. He held a beer out to her.
"Here, honey, have yourself a little drink."
When she leaned toward him to take the beer Blaine poured some of it all over her tits. The beer was cold and foamy on her pink nipples. The nipples contracted visibly. Bobbie laughed, and her big, round tits flopped and shook from side to side.
"Here, take some more, baby," Blaine said gaily.
When she leaned over he poured some more beer on her tits and then lifted one and pushed it into his mouth. Peter watched Blaine suck and lick at the nipple. Then Dan moved in and took the other tit into his mouth. He dug his teeth into the tender flesh and made Bobbie cry out. Dan sucked a little more tenderly then.
Bobbie pulled back and started dancing to the music. Dan fumbled with his fly and took his cock out of his pants. Bobbie smiled. They were really loosening up. She looked at the other two and hoped she would get a look at their cocks before long.
Bobbie climbed onto the table and moved her feet wide apart. Her hands were at her sides. Her fingers curled around the hem of her skirt. She started to draw her skirt up slowly, the forefinger of each hand making a suggestive rotating motion as the skirt rose higher.
Peter watched closely the sinuousness of her movements as she began to rotate her hips. It was as sexy a show as he had ever seen. She stared down at them while she moved and her expression was one of pure lust. Peter felt his cock growing harder and harder, ready to burst through the seams of his pants if he didn't let it out soon. Blaine and Dan both were beating off as they watched her and though it might have seemed gross to him under other circumstances, at this moment it all seemed extremely sexy. She smiled at Blaine and Dan and looked at Peter and Phil as if she expected them to get their cocks out, too, and was disappointed that they hadn't so far.
Her skirt was halfway up her legs now, -revealing her soft white thighs. She was leaning back, her neck craning, her skirt up high. She undulated her crotch at them, twisting the shadowy triangle beneath her panties. Peter leaned forward, getting closer and closer to that undulating treasure. He could see a few black curling hairs poking out from beneath the elastic legbands of her panties. Her legs hadn't been shaved in a while, but the coarseness only seemed to turn him on more. He leaned forward and watched her, his lips drooling. He was tempted to rush up to her and dig his teeth and tongue right into that fat, hairy cunt of hers.
Then, before he was even aware of what he was doing, he did go up to her. She opened her legs and clamped them against the sides of his head. He stuck his tongue out and touched it to the soft flesh of her inner thigh and then slid it up to touch the side of her enclosed cunt. His tongue touched those curled tendrils and he caught one between his teeth and pulled on it. She closed her thighs on him, effectively locking his face against her cunt. He loved the heady smell of her cunt and his mouth pushed in at the large, taut lips through the drooling wetness of her panties. She was as excited as the rest of them, Peter realized, as he tasted the drooling love juice staining her panties. Bobbie put her hands on his head, keeping it in position so he could continue to lick and nibble at her cunt.
"Come on, baby!" Blain cried. "Get them panties off and let's see some of that hairy pie he's eating!" He let out an "ear-shattering whoop and spilled beer all over his erect, throbbing cock.
Peter pulled his face back and watched her. She twirled around. Her fingers dipped in and out beneath the top of her panties. She patted her hand over the mound of her cunt. Finally her hand stopped. She looked down at the guys sitting below her. Blaine was going at his cock again, his hand moving rapidly on the head. Peter, his lips wet with saliva and her own bubbling dew, was staring with his mouth open. He was in awe of her, that was obvious. The other two, Dan and Phil, were openly playing with themselves, just like Blaine, whacking away at their lovely large cocks. Bobbie smiled broadly. She couldn't wait to have all of those big pricks coming at her.
Twisting her hips around and around, she grabbed at the panties and jerked them down.
"Go, baby, go!" Blaine growled.
"Yeah, sweetheart!" Dan shouted, "let's see some pink meat of that pussy! Yeah, yeah, show us what you got for us to eat, baby!"
"Yaaaa!" Phil cried, fully joining in the spirit of things now. "Pussy! Pussy!"
Bobbie glanced at Peter. He hadn't said anything, only stared at her. She arched her eyebrows, as if asking him what his problem was.
Peter gulped, embarrassed by her frank stare. He looked at her pussy, then at her face.
"Do it, baby," he finally said, his voice cracking slightly. "Do it! Show that cunt, baby!"
Bobbie laughed. She was finally getting him to come out of his shell. Her hand jiggled in her dripping pussy, her finger digging into her hole. She arched slightly, letting the soldiers see exactly what she was doing. She leaned all the way over then and looked back through her legs. She smiled as she saw Blaine with his big dick in his hand, pumping it back and forth. She swung her shoulders and let her big titties sway back and forth, swinging wildly like twin pendulums.
Peter couldn't restrain himself. He moved toward her from behind and grabbed at her tits with one hand and with his other pushed in at her pussy. She smiled at him and took her hand away so that he could have full access to the steamy, dripping pink cunt.
"You like my pussy, huh?" she said to him, in her heavily accented English.
"Yeah ... yeah," he breathed. "I like it fine."
"Good. And I like you." she said, so softly that none of the others could hear.
He moved his hand from her cunt and pushed his face up into the hairy hole. Her flesh quivered as he touched it with his tongue. He slashed upward at her and he heard her groan pleasurably. She touched his head and pushed it deeper inside her cunt, opening her legs wider and closing them around him, locking him where she wanted him. He pushed his tongue around in the warm, wet interior, slicing it up and down, in and out like a knife.
"Oooooh! Oooooh, yes, yes, that's nice, so nice," she moaned at him.
"Ha, ha!" Blaine cackled. "Look at that, will you. She's taken a real shine to that tongue of yours, Peter old boy, she really has."
Peter ignored him and continued licking at her pussy. She shook her large round ass at him and her puckered pink asshole caught his eye. He slid his tongue up from the pussy to the anal orifice and gave it the same swabbing by his wet tongue.
"Oooooooohhh! Ahhhhhhh!"
"Lookit him now, gang!" Dan whooped. "He's sticking his tongue in her asshole! How's that taste, boy? You like that hot German asshole better than pussy?"
"Hey, let some of us get a piece of that," Blaine said, and moved up toward them.
He pushed Peter aside and thrust his own tongue into the German's ass. Peter moved back and watched the other soldier do what he had been doing. It looked bizarre and for a moment Peter was self-conscious about the strange nature of it all. He had never done anything like this in front of other people before, male or female.
In a little while, after more beer was consumed, Blaine decided that they should all play "horsy."
"Listen, honey," he said to Bobbie. "You've got to get down on all fours like a horse."
Bobbie shrugged. She couldn't understand Blaine's slurred English. He demonstrated. He lumbered up and got down on the floor, his ass in the air, his thick cock hanging out. Bobbie, laughing, rushed up and goosed him. Peter and the others all laughed wildly.
He got her down on all fours and then climbed on top of her, slapping at her ass if he was prodding a mare into a gallop.
"Yeehhhaaaa!" Dan shouted. "Ride that horse, cowboy! Ride, ride!"
Blaine twisted and bounced on her lower back, reaching back to slap her fanny and under to touch her cunt and her hanging titties.
"Come on, you guys, get in this thing. There's plenty of room for everybody!"
The others started moving up. Everyone had his cock out and they were all hard and wet. They moved up towards her holding their pricks out in front of them. Blaine continued bouncing on top of her, holding his own erect cock like it was a saddle horn.
The soldiers surged around Bobbie the Slot. Phil moved his face down under her, pressing his lips to her cunt lips, tonguing her clit, making her sob and squirm. Dan bounced his cock against her fat, quivering ass cheeks.
"You enjoying it, honey?" Blaine shouted, laughing and jumping. "Like all of this cock around you?"
"Yes, oh, yes!" she cried back at him, opening her mouth just then and sucking in Peter's cock as he brought it up near her face.
"Look at her suck Peter's prick!" said Blaine. "Jesus, she really digs him."
Blaine leaned over to watch and looped his hands under her so that he could pull at her tits.
Phil by now had three fingers deep inside her cunt, pushing them in and out quickly and violently. Her pussy was sopping with love juice. Bobbie moaned and shook her ass, begging for more, more of everything, the cock in her mouth, the hands on her tits and pussy and the other prick moving up against her asshole.
Bobbie let out a sudden scream. "Ayyyyyyy! What are you doing there?" she said in a pained voice. She turned her head and looked back at Dan, letting Peter's cock fall from her mouth at the same moment.
"Shut up, baby. I know you don't mind being ass-fucked and I'm one of the best ass-fuckers around."
Bobbie gritted her teeth as Dan slid his cock up against her anus and bucked in hard. The cock slipped into her asshole, inch after inch. The sphincter struggled against the thick intrusion, but Dan was too forceful for her to fight it and he jammed all of his rod into her hole. Then he began pumping it in and out.
Phil slid underneath her and pulled her cunt down, awkwardly lifting his own crotch up and , slipping his prick right into her wet pussy.
Bobbie moaned, shook her head, then stretched ' her mouth out for Peter's cock. She sucked it right down her throat, and then pumped up and down.
Blaine watched his three buddies fucking her in different holes and laughed. He took his own cock | and began beating it faster and faster.
Peter thrust his prick back and forth in the German girl's face, feeling waves of pleasure roll over him. It was like a wild, wet dream, he remembered thinking.
Towards the end of the story, Rita began playing with Peter's cock, and finally stuck it into her mouth while she used her own fingers on her rapidly moistening pussy. Peter was distracted several times by those churning fingers and the writhing pussy, but Rita told him to continue with the erotic narrative to its conclusion.
Now he was finished and she lifted her mouth off his solid erection. Her lips were dripping with saliva and frothy sperm. She smiled at him and licked her lips with her long, wet tongue.
"That was a real good story, Petie," she said. "God, I'm so horny I can hardly believe it. I only wish there were four pricks here to fuck me at the same time just like that German girl had."
"I think I prefer it this way," Peter said, brushing his hand down over her titties, down to her belly button and then over the dewy mound of hair above her pussy. She used her fingers to open the meat for him and Peter scratched a finger across the pink flesh.
"I guess I do, too, Petie. Come on, fuck me, stick that big dick right into my cunt and make me come and come and come!" she groaned excitedly.
"Yeah, that's what I had in mind, sis ... "
She stretched back on the bed and spread her legs apart. Peter stared in at her pussy. It was so damp it looked like she had splashed a glass of water on it.
"Come on, big brother, fuck me. Jam your big dick right into me!"
Peter climbed on top of her. His cock felt ready to explode right then and there. He turned it down to her furry opening. Rita grabbed it from him and pulled it up against the cunt. She lifted her crotch up to meet it, hooking the pussy over the thick head of the cock and sinking down on it, inch after inch till she had stuffed every throbbing bit of him into her crotch.
"Ooooooohh! That's good, Petie. That feels so fucking good inside me. Yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck it hard inside my hot pussy, big brother!"
"Jesus Christ, sis, you've got a pussy like I've never had before ... shit, it feels like melted butter all around my cock, ohhhh, beautiful]"
They embraced each other and kissed, passionately rolling their tongues at each other, sobbing in their excitement. Peter kissed her on the cheek, the neck, below the ear and on the soft flesh of her tits.
He lifted his prick up, sliding it back till it nearly fell out of her warm enclosure. Then he screwed it around for several seconds, gradually pushing it back into the girl's hot cunt. He moved up till the cunt again completely covered his prick. He ground around and around, making Rita gasp and groan and stare at him with an expression of pure love and adoration.
He slid the cock out again, twisted it and made Rita writhe up at him. He rammed back in harder and faster and immediately slid back to the head. He began pumping in and out of her with a steady, heavy rhythm, back and forth, in and out, fucking his sister's tight, juicy, oozing pussy, making her scream and groan and shake her head, cheeks burning, orgasm rising all through her.
They scratched and clutched at each other. Their bodies rolled around on the bed, swaying to the rhythm of their fucking, faster and faster.
"I'm coming, Petie, yeeeeeee! Oh God, ifs great Fan-tas-tic! Ahhhhhh!"
She threw her head back, digging it into the 'mattress. She screamed but tried to stop it for fear that she would wake up her parents. It came out as a loud gurgle.
Peter took a deep breath and began to fuck her with increased enthusiasm, faster and faster. The faster he fucked her, the crazier Rita became. Her body seemed to rise up off the bed as she came.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! My cunt, my cunt, it's on fire, Petie! It feels so good!"
Her cunt clamped tight on his cock, as if trying to wring it dry. His balls ached and he knew that he couldn't go on for much longer before his cock would demand release. The tension built. He sweated and shivered. Pleasure roared all through him.
"Oh God!"
It had never been this good with any woman, he was sure of it. He didn't know why exactly, whether because his sister was simply a great lay, or because of some special coordination, some rapport between brother and sister, each knowing exactly what the other needed.
Whatever the reason, they were cooking and Peter was only sad that it couldn't continue for the whole night, or indeed forever.
Rita's hands slid down from his spine to his ass cheeks. She pulled the cheeks apart and stuck several fingers down into the crevice. She scratched across his hairy asshole and tickled the backs of his balls.
"Oh, fuck!" Peter cried. He was losing control. There was no denying the rolling wave of ecstasy. He could only run with it. He pumped faster and faster, again and again. Then it hit. Peter grimaced and groaned. The ecstasy seared through him. "Jesus, Rita, I'm gonna come. Yesssssss!"
The come bubbled up, rose, exploded and filled his sister's clutching pussy. They screamed and writhed more wildly than ever.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Petie, Petie, yes, yes, yes!"
"Oh baby ... "
The come continued to pour out for another several seconds. When it was done brother and sister lay in each other's arms, panting heavily.
As they regained their breath they smiled at each other. They caressed and kissed tenderly. It wasn't like when he was with other women, Peter realized. This was like being with someone he really loved, a wife or a serious girlfriend. It was strange, but somehow it was good and seemed natural. They had grown up together, they knew each other better than anybody else. Why shouldn't they be lovers with the ultimate private knowledge of each other? Who made up the special law that brother and sister couldn't have sex together? Peter wanted to know. If nature didn't prevent it from happening, then it had to be a man-made law and those laws were made to be broken occasionally. The most important thing was that it felt so good, he thought, and anything that felt that good couldn't be bad.
"What are you thinking?" Rita said, touching him on the cheek with the back of her hand.
"Nothing special."
She smiled. "You were. I can tell. I don't know how, but I can sense it when there's something on your mind. It's because we're brother and sister, I guess. I can almost feel what you're thinking."
Peter laughed. "Yeah, maybe you're right. I thought that was only supposed to happen with twins, but I guess we've got a touch of it."
"I guess so. So what were you thinking about, Petie? It was about me and you, I could feel that much. But what about us?"
Peter shrugged.
"Tell me, Petie. I want to know." She snuggled up closer to him and rubbed his stomach. "I want us to be close now. We were apart for so long while I was growing up. I want us to be really close."
"I was thinking about what we just did. A lot of people would think we were crazy. Yeah, crazy. They'd want to put us away for what we did."
"Because we fucked?"
"Yep."
"There's nothing wrong with sex."
"But between brother and sister? A lot of people would disagree with you there."
"Let 'em. It's none of their business what we do together." She leaned over him and kissed him on the lips. "Don't start worrying about what people will think. Talk about something else. What did you do today? How did the job go?"
Peter laughed wryly. He nodded. "Okay ... " He laughed again and remembered Dianna and Mary. He started telling her about them.
"Oh God," Rita said, giggling, touching her pussy with the tips of her fingers. "Those house-wives sound like they're as horny as us."
Peter sat back and told it all to her, including the part about the vacuum cleaner.
Chapter Five
When Peter arrived at work the next morning, he was looking forward to picking up his bundles of mail. He immediately saw that there was a medium-sized brown envelope among the letters addressed to Mrs. Dianna Johnson.
He could hardly wait to drive out of the post office parking lot. But he didn't stop immediately to open up Dianna's mail. Instead, he decided to wait until he finished the first part of his route. Peter always had a half-hour break around the time he delivered letters along the gravel road where the Johnson house was. He thought it would be a good idea to resume relations with Dianna. A fucking good idea if she was receiving things in plain brown envelopes!
The time and the miles and the mailboxes seemed to creep by for the first two hours as Peter traveled on his route. By nine-thirty he was itching to open up Dianna's mail.
Peter had picked out a spot to stop beforehand. It wouldn't have been good to stop along the early part of his route. It was only when he was driving on the gravel road that he felt it was safe to park. As long as he was delivering to houses out on the highway there was always a chance that someone would walk by while he was reading the letters.
Peter came to a short lane and turned off the gravel road. The lane ended in a clearing under some cottonwood trees fifty yards further on. He would be able to see in all directions if he kept his eyes open. Realizing he was safe, Peter decided he'd beat off if he found anything of interest in the letters he opened.
So instead of reaching for the letters first, Peter reached for the buttons of his fly. For what seemed the thousandth time in less than a month he swore at the tight-fitting buttons on his fly. But soon his dick was out and in his hand. He pumped it slowly, watching the red head swell with anticipation. His fist tightened on the top of his dick; with his free hand he picked up the brown envelope addressed to Dianna.
His hands trembled a little. It felt as though there was a small magazine inside the square envelope. The envelope itself wasn't even sealed, except for a small brass clasp. Peter wondered if that was done to allow for postal inspection.
That's a good one, he thought, sliding his hand down the length of his cock. What a way to carry on an official investigation! He chuckled to himself as he opened the flap of the envelope.
He had expected a jackpot, and the slot machine came up all bells! Exactly what Peter had hoped would fall out of the envelope did fall out!
It was one of those sex-contact magazines. The title, in large red type on the plain cover of the magazine, gave it away: Free 'n Easy. He knew what it was probably free and easy about-sex!
But Peter didn't want to rush himself. Slowly he opened that cover. There was a subscription blank inside: Free 'n Easy is free! Yes! If you are a single girl looking for friendship and good times, or a couple, you can advertise one time free in Free 'n Easy when you subscribe. All you have to do is ...
On the opposite page was a picture of some naked guys and girls playing volleyball.
The magazine was divided into four sections. Each section was devoted to personal ads. There weren't any articles by the editors, but the publisher's address was plainly displayed on every page. Peter read the brief explanation of the inside of the front cover. It described how the "services" of Free 'n Easy worked. At the end of each ad was a box number. Anybody wishing to respond to one of the advertisements was to send mail to the box number in care of Free 'n Easy. And there was a catch-you had to enclose five dollars to have the letter forwarded.
But it was obvious that five bucks was no big deal to the people who used the magazine's services. It looked like a good system for both the advertisers and those who responded.
Peter wondered if Dianna had actually placed an ad in the magazine herself.
The first section of the magazine hardly interested Peter at all. It was devoted entirely to advertisements for nudist camps'. But the second section, titled "Swinging Couples," drew his attention. If Dianna had placed an ad, perhaps it would be in this section.
Meet your kind of people who swing your kind of way! Join the Continental Correspondence Club for the sensitive types. For sophisticated couples, guys and girls. Parties throughout the U.S.A. Single girls, your ad printed free if you enclose a photo. Write: Box 407.
Peter knew that this was just an ad for another publication like the kind he held in his hand. Dianna sure as hell wasn't printing a magazine of her own. That couldn't have been her ad. But he thought the ad was the kind of thing that would appeal to Dianna, the sophisticated, shit.
Looking for Dianna's ad proved fairly easy. The ads were arranged according to the individual states where the contacts lived. There were four ads for Missouri.
He is 36, she a bouncy 29. Their interests include water skiing, photography, and indoor sports. He would not mind single girls interested in AC/DC if he is allowed to watch the friendship. Contact: Box 516.
We're tired of the same old swinging thing. I am 40 and my husband is a lively 44. We'd like to meet other fun lovers-couples only who enjoy good company and good times. No AC/DC and no professionals, please. Contact: Box 517.
Then Peter's eyes fell on the next ad. He was certain it was Dianna's! The age was right, and there was something about the tone of the ad that reminded him of Dianna.
We have a large house in the country and like to have guests in for weekend parties. My husband is 33, dark and handsome, and I am 27, a receptive type. If you'd like to join us and some friends, AC/DC would be OK Contact: Box 518.
For a moment Peter thought it would be a good joke if he sent in a response to that box number and applied with his own name. But he realized that would never do. It would tip Dianna off immediately to the fact that he was checking her mail. And he would end up carrying the letter to her himself!
Peter glanced through the rest of the magazine. There was one section for singles. Most of the ads in it were placed by guys. Some of the girls had sent in their pictures. That was what convinced him that the sex-contact game was for real. None of the girls were particularly attractive. They could have sent in phony photos, but they didn't.
The ads by the single guys sounded like something out of the lonely-hearts column in the newspaper. None of the guys sent in their pictures.
The last section of the magazine was for gays. There were ads placed by girls who liked girls and guys who liked guys. Peter was curious about scenes like that, but now he was more interested in the swinging couples-and one swinging couple in particular, the Johnsons.
He had become so engrossed in the ads that he had forgotten to keep his hand going on his cock. But he remembered now. He thought he'd have time for a quick shot. He began to use two fingers, pressing the head of his dick down onto his belly after he opened the front of his pants. That was the fastest way to achieve release. He knew from experience that when he rubbed the sensitive underside of his cockhead hard against his stomach he could cum in a couple of minutes.
Then he saw that there were two other letters for Dianna, letters that bore handwritten addresses.
He hadn't intended to look into her private mail, but having seen Dianna's ad, he wondered if the letters were some responses to it.
Peter decided he should replace the magazine before doing anything else. He slid it back into its envelope after carefully wiping his hands on a rag from the glove compartment. He licked the flap of the envelope. It hadn't been sent that way, but if he sealed the envelope Dianna would never suspect he could have gotten into it. After bending the clasp, he examined the envelope for any smudges. There was only one. It wiped away easily because it was cum.
Peter was thinking that everything was going his way when he discovered that both of the letters to Dianna were in self-sealing envelopes. He picked up one of them. The Johnsons' address had been written with a ball-point pen rather sloppily. The return address was hardly legible.
Dear Mr. & Mrs. Box 518,
182 Blossom St.
St. Louis, Mo.
September 1
We saw your ad in Free 'n Easy right after we were fucking. My husband's big dong was right in my hand when I read your ad. I started sucking his cock while I read every -word as hard as I could. I read it out loud to my husband and his cock got real hard. We sure would like to see you and visit you some time. And if you send us a picture of you fucking with your husband, we'll send you a picture of us doing it.
Sincerely,
Jane and Dick
Farell
"Must have been written by some pimply faced kids," Peter said out loud. He thought Dianna would be pissed off by a letter like that.
Peter was pleased that he realized the letter wasn't genuine. And the handwriting was so bad that he could tell it had been written by some kids. But whoever they were, Peter thought, they had a good sense of humor.
Peter folded the letter carefully, exactly along the original creases, and then replaced it in its envelope. It was easy to reseal it.
He debated about the other letter. It felt heavy; there was something more than a letter inside. The only problem was that if he took the time to read the letter he wouldn't have time for a fuck with Dianna or even to finish jerking off. Of course, he could whip up something while he was driving, but fucking Dianna would be fantastic after learning what he had from her mail.
At last he couldn't resist the temptation to find out more. He'd have to find time for Dianna some other day.
The letter had a New York postmark. Peter thought that was strange. He opened the envelope easily. The first thing he saw inside was a photograph of an enormously fat woman. She was wearing only a garter belt and black stockings. She had a huge hairy cunt. Her legs were spread wide, right into the camera. He saw a whip lying on the floor beside her. She had tits bigger than any Peter had seen in his entire life. They were enormous, like the two halves of an elephant's ass. She was about the unsexiest mound of womanflesh he had ever seen.
Peter took the letter out. It had obviously been written by the fat girl in the picture:
294 1st Ave.
New York, N.Y.
September 3
Dear Box 518
Well, here I am. You can see I don't like to beat around the bush, though I like beating around my bush, if you don't mind me being honest.
I am fat. I weigh 278 pounds. But I've found from experience-and my husband will vouch for me-that there are some people who like a fat girl with a sense of humor. If you would like to start a correspondence, I think that would be nice. I'd like to have a picture of you and your husband. Is he thin? I don't know exactly what to say. The picture is supposed to be worth a thousand words. Look at it very carefully and you'll see what I mean ...
The words were underlined three times. Peter did as he was directed; he looked at the picture again. The first thing his eyes fell on was the whip. That must be what the woman meant. Peter thought Dianna would really be turned off. He went on reading the letter again. It got worse and worse as it went on:
In your ad you emphasized that AC/DC was all right with you. It is with me, too. Have you ever used a number seven vibrator? I sometimes use a number seven in my cunt and one in my ass at the same time. Have you ever done that before Mrs. Box 518? Vibrators are really fun, don't you think? Especially the cordless kind. If you'd like I'll send you a picture of me using both of mine.
Do you like to masturbate? Write me and tell me some of the things you do when you masturbate and I'll tell you some of the things I do. We live so far away it might be awhile before we can get together. But maybe I have some ideas as a big girl and you have some ideas as a little girl, if you are a little girl. Are you?
We can swap ideas, and maybe sometime we can swap husbands!
I hope you like the picture.
Sincerely
Lottie and Tom Jarvis
P.S. I'll send my telephone number when I hear from you. Have you ever played "long distance?"
Peter delivered the letters to Dianna's. He only had time for the delivery. He was way behind schedule. But he was looking forward to telling Rita about his incredible discovery.
But Peter was wrong about Dianna's reaction to the responses to her ad.
When she saw that Peter wasn't stopping again, she felt a pang of disappointment. Her husband had gone away on a trip and he wouldn't be back until Friday night. It was Saturday.
She was horny. It always made her cock hungry when Paul was away.
Christ! What I did last night after seeing Paul off at the airport! Dianna thought. Picking up that guy whose car had broken down. Was he ever surprised when I took him to the drive-in instead of a gas station!.
It had been entirely an impulse on Dianna's part. She was afraid of her impulses sometimes. What if the guy had had the clap, or if he'd been some kind of pervert?
On second thought, if the guy had been some kind of pervert she might have had a better time, Dianna felt. Her ass still hurt from being fucked by his sharp prick. No, not the most inspired performance. Even her husband Paul, she felt, would have been superior.
Not that there was anything particularly wrong with Paul. It was just that it became so boring to do it with your own husband after awhile. And certainly he wasn't quite up to the standard of some young meat like that new mailman. Dianna was sure that with Mary's help they could make that one into their new prized stud, the way they had done with his predecessor, Jake. The two of them could improve any man's technique, and if they weren't enough, Dianna thought with a smile, there were others to bring in, the girls in their "bridge" group.
"Come to think of it," Dianna whispered to herself as she walked back to the house from the mailbox, "it's been awhile since we all got together. I haven't heard anything from Mary for a week, or Dot and Jane. We're due for a good session together. I'll have to get in touch with them."
As soon as Dianna entered the house she unfastened the tie of her bathrobe. She slipped the robe from her shoulders and walked down the hallway naked. She could tell there was a magazine in the brown envelope. Her heart was pounding as she settled herself in a chair and lifted her legs over the arms. The return addresses in the letters were unfamiliar to her. New friends, she thought. She wondered if they would be written by the husbands or the wives.
Dianna thought for a moment. She didn't feel like using her finger on herself this morning. She wanted to do something prolonged and stimulating to her pussy. And she had just the thing. It had been delivered the first time the new mailman had come. Cum in her mouth, cream with her coffee. She wanted to suck him off again soon, dammit!
Christ! I'm almost thinking of him as a savior, Dianna thought. Not only for his cock but for what he brings in the mail!
Again she felt badly that he hadn't come to the door this morning. Not that she would have revealed to him the kind of things she was receiving in the mail. He was too naive for that. But she could have told him that her husband was away, that she'd like to see him on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday ...
"Wow, maybe I could try inviting him to bridge again!"
He turned her down the first time, she remembered, but she had been indirect about it. The thing to do was to be direct. It was like placing an ad. If you made it very clear what it was you wanted, sometimes you got it.
Dianna was back in the chair. She had fetched the white candlestick-shaped vibrator from her bedroom. She was holding it in her hand. She turned on the switch at the bottom and the device made a low humming sound. She had also picked up a jar of Vaseline in the bathroom. It was sitting on the arm of the chair. She dipped her fingers into the Vaseline and then smeared the lubricant all over the candlestick vibrator.
Her pussy was already wet with her cunt juice but the vibrator felt best when she could just stick it all the way up her cunt with one hard, penetrating thrust of her hand. That made it more like being taken by a really hot guy who couldn't wait to ram his dick all the way into her cunt.
She placed the smooth top of the vibrator between her labia. The wetness there squished as she nosed the vibrator down into the opening of her pussy hole. She sat up a little, positioning herself, closing her eyes.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" she groaned, tears almost coming to her eyes.
She brought her legs together slowly, closing them over her pussy. All signs of the vibrator were gone now. If a Peeping Tom looked in, all he'd see was her sitting in the chair naked. What was important was going on inside her and nobody could see that!
The vibrator hardly made a sound since it was buried completely in her passage. But it made her buns flex and her toes tingle. After that first insertion she could relax. The vibrations weren't too strong because the batteries were weak. She could sit like this-the vibrator deliriously hard and thrumming inside her-for nearly an hour before it overheated. If it ran too long it overheated.
But I never overheat, she thought to herself, picking up the envelope that contained the magazine. She opened the clasp.
"That's strange," she said aloud. "This is the first time they've sealed the envelope."
But she was glad to see that. No matter how many times she had written them, requesting that they send her copy in a sealed envelope, they had never done it. They had responded that it had something to do with the postal authorities.
At that moment Dianna might have discovered the truth, that Peter had sealed the envelope. But it never occurred to her that some unauthorized person might open her mail. She didn't think anyone in a small town like Morriston would have an authorization. If anybody ever found out ...
She tried to shrug such thoughts off.
"Well, if they found out then they'd know I'm hot to fuck and they can come and see me!"
Dianna got a kick out of the letter from St. Louis. Like Peter, she saw through it immediately. But unlike him, she was amused. She had received responses like this before. They were good for a laugh.
She never answered letters from single guys, whether they were serious or not. But when a girl sent her a picture, single or married, Dianna responded. Usually, the first thing she did was to frig herself, concentrating on the picture, trying to feel like the contact was real, that the girl was right there with her. Masturbating that way was a good means of getting beyond the other person's image. If she could fantasize on them, then maybe she could socialize with them.
Dianna and her husband had been into swinging for about a year. It had been two other couples in the area who had introduced them to it. Dot and Sam and Jane and Alien had proposed a game of strip poker. The next thing they knew, she and Paul were branching out into other adventures. They did something once or twice a month. She wished they did it more steadily, that there was someone coming this weekend.
For a moment she thought of Mary and her husband. She herself had initiated Mary and Roger, but those two preferred just to swap. There had never been an lesbian sex between Mary and Dianna, but Dianna vowed there would be.
The thought stirred Dianna, reminding her of the vibrator inside her body. She pressed her thighs together, increasing the electric pressure of the vibrator against the walls of her cunt. She picked up the other letter.
Like Peter, the first thing she discovered was the picture. But she only glanced at it. She was more interested in what the letter had to say. She read it until she came to the obvious hint of sadomasochism, the whip in the picture. That wasn't to her taste. But the letter started getting sexier after that in a way that she liked.
Dianna tried to visualize the huge woman with two vibrators inside her. Dianna thought that was a fantastic idea. She'd have to send for another one for herself.
She wondered if a number seven meant seven inches. Dianna knew where she could find out the answer. All she had to do was write to Lottie in New York.
Dianna picked up the picture, looking at it carefully. Actually, the fat girl wasn't unattractive if you looked at her from the standpoint of her uniqueness. And since she lived far away there was no risk of ever having to meet her face to face. Dianna decided it would be all right to take Lottie up on her offer to correspond. They could trade ideas.
The first thing that Dianna thought she'd suggest to Lottie would be a vibrator with weakened batteries in it so that it didn't run you into one cum after another within a few minutes. She imagined Lottie might appreciate that. She imagined that Lottie liked things to go slow and that she'd really enjoy a vibrator on low power.
Dianna didn't mind that Lottie was fat. She liked the idea. She'd especially liked the way Lottie thought of everyone else as "little." Dianna liked being thought of as a little girl.
The possibility of writing to Lottie was something to look forward to, but Dianna was dissatisfied with the results of her ad in Free 'n Easy. It had been running for two months now and they had had only five responses, counting the two latest ones. It wasn't at all what she and Paul had hoped for.
Dianna decided to place another ad, a better one. And she knew that the best way to come up with something sexy and appealing would be to write it while the vibrator was still inside her. She thought about it. What they wanted was another couple or even a single girl. A pliant sweet wife who would fuck with Paul and who might not mind having sex with Dianna, too. But the husband couldn't be gay. Paul wasn't at all AC/DC. Some of the responses had offered to swing all the way around, but she had turned them down. It wasn't a good idea to get together with people to swing unless everything was clear beforehand: what you wanted to do and what you didn't want to do. It was a pain in the ass to get together with people who didn't share your preferences.
She rose carefully from the chair, keeping the vibrator deep inside her hot cunt. It felt so good walking with it inside. She lowered herself onto the couch, feeling the candlestick go deeper as she sat down, deeper until it almost made her groan. Somehow she found herself writing on the pad beside the telephone, inspired by the hot wetness between her thighs. She had started by pushing the tip of the pen into her nipple. Then, like magic, she was writing out exactly the right ad:
Inexperienced young couple, she 27, shyly interested in finding out what it's like being with another woman, and her husband 32. We've been married two years and are both interested in learning something new. If you'd like to come and teach us, we have a large farmhouse in the country. We will send a picture of ourselves if any couples replying will do the same.
By the time she finished, the possibilities had turned Dianna on so much that she climaxed as she dotted the end of the last sentence. It was perfect! Perfect!
An hour later Dianna looked at the ad again. Even though she no longer had the vibrator inside her cunt she started to get hot again. She put the letter in an envelope and would have used some of the wetness from her cunt to seal it if it hadn't been one of the self-sealing kind. She wanted to finger her burning clit some more, but she noticed that it was eleven-thirty. She'd just have time to get to the post office and send the ad off. She wanted to mail it as quickly as possible. She couldn't wait for the mailman until tomorrow to take it.
Chapter Six
The next day Peter didn't make his rounds. He and all the other new postal workers had to attend instructional meetings at the main post office. It took up most of the day and for the remainder he worked in the mailroom sorting dead letters. Normally he wouldn't have cared, but he was itching to see Dianna again and give her a little more of that cock she so obviously needed.
The next day she had a letter. Peter wanted to ignore it, deliver it and that was all. But he saw that the return address was none other than the Free 'n Easy magazine. His curiosity got the better of him and he carefully opened the letter and read it.
Free 'n Easy
Forwarding Office
September 8
Dear Dianna,
I realize that you are probably surprised to be receiving an answer to your letter only a couple of days after sending it. I found your letter and your new ad in the mail this morning. Since I work for the magazine I'm able to write you directly instead of thinking of you as just another box number.
I hope your ad was sincere. So many of them aren't. And then we receive complaints from people that they were mismatched or misunderstood. But I'm writing not only because of your ad (it will be in the next issue), but also because of your letter. I must admit that you probably fudged a little in calling yourself and your husband "inexperienced," but I think I know what you're asking for.
I'm not married and I could come alone. Would that be all right?
I feel that I should explain myself, if it turns out that you really are inexperienced. I'm tall, five foot ten, and my measurements are 35-24-38 (if that matters to you; I hope it does, because I have a really nice figure). I have light brown hair, wear it long.
I think it might be quite exciting to be with you, to make love with you. I have nothing against men, I just find women so soft. I like to smell and lick their pussies and I like to have them do the same to my own. cunt.
I'd like to see a picture of you. It doesn't have to be one of you naked or anything. But I'd like to see what you look like. I've enclosed a picture of myself.
If you want me to come and you would prefer that I bring a guy along, I don't mind. But if you have one of those days when you're feeling like you'd like company, just write. I can drive down to Morriston. It's only about a three hour drive from the city.
But please write to me.
Affectionately,
Helen Mayer
Peter put the letter back together and then laughed. He looked down at his pants and saw a thick bulge at his crotch. The letter had really turned him on. He was tempted to take his cock out and beat off, but he didn't. Instead he would take the letter to Dianna and see if she wasn't interested in comforting him.
But his luck was running bad. Dianna wasn't home. He would have to wait till the next day to see her.
Unfortunately she had had to go out before he got to her house the next day. She had left a letter to be mailed, though, and Peter anxiously opened it. It was, as he suspected it would be, a reply to the woman who'd written her yesterday. It was a long letter. He glanced all through it for a moment then returned to the start. He knew it would be exciting, but had no idea just how exciting-and to what extent it would involve him.
Route 3
Morriston, Mo.
Dear Helen,
You can't know how happy I am to find someone like you so soon. Your letter was wonderful.
Helen, I just don't know where to begin. Sometimes I think that Paul and I are into swinging because he's inadequate. But probably the biggest problem is boredom-the loneliness here. We've had some very lively times answering ads. I was actually pleased that you saw the one I wrote as "fudging." It certainly was. But I was telling the truth about women.
I just don't know how to express it. I guess there's only one way-I would like a woman to teach me and why shouldn't it be you? I'm sending you a snapshot of myself with my bra off because I hope it is something that will make you like me. I'd like to have your soft hair streaming across my titties. I don't want this letter to sound like the kind of thing people usually write in response to a sex ad. I'm not really that cheap. We've been through so many experiences, Paul, my husband, and I. It's been a very eventful year. The most ludicrous one was the time a little bald man and his masochistic wife visited us.
He was dressed in a Batman costume and both of them tried to get Paul and me to wear some rubber outfits they'd brought along. We were supposed to make love while his wife hit us with a riding quirt. And the husband had me suck him off underneath his cape.
I've been turned on in all sorts of ways, but there's never been a real opportunity for me to find out about being with another woman. There were times when I really thought it would happen in some of the group scenes we've been in, but it never did.
Once, when Paul and I were with two other couples who live near here, we played with ourselves, all of us together. I enjoy masturbating. But anyway, we didn't do anything with each other's pussies, just our own.
I don't know what else to say to you right now, I've had so many strange fantasies lately that I'd like to talk to you about. What I think you might be interested in is one of our bridge meetings. Some of my girlfriends get together here with me.
My husband is going to be away this week. I wonder if you might like to join us. It would certainly be fun if we could get together, Mary, Dot, Jane and myself. And you.
Then there's the mailman. I'm telling you everything. I want you to know everything. The mailman is my newest conquest and he's got a pretty good cock. I fucked with him and I'm looking forward to having him at one of our bridge parties, if you know what I mean. I know that he has a cute young sister and one of my fantasies would be to have them here together. Imagine that would you-six girls and the mailman with his big cock. I wonder if he's man enough for six of us, including his precious sister. That's quite a fantasy, don't you think?
I am hoping to find out what you think about that and lots of other things. So do please get in touch with me. You can call me at 621-3474 in Morriston as soon as you've finished this, if you can. Tell me think about it all, dear.
Love,
Dianna
When Peter finished reading the letter that he had picked up in Dianna's mailbox he was shaken. Her response to the letter from Helen blew his mind. He had to tell Rita about it. To think they were considering getting her involved in this so-called bridge party gave him a hardon.
That crazy Dianna. During tomorrow's delivery he would stop in on her and if she did ask him, it would probably mean she'd gotten her telephone call from Helen. That would be fantastic. And he would bring Rita alone, if she'd come. He'd have to be especially nice to her tonight so she would be receptive to the idea. After all, she had been talking to him last night as if she wanted him only for herself and no one else.
The rest of the day was frustrating. When he finished his delivery and returned to the post office, they had some extra work that kept him there till six.
Rita was in the kitchen, getting dinner ready. She smiled at him when he came in and patted his crotch.
"Hi, Petie. I missed you."
"Yeah, me too, sis."
"How did the job go today?"
"All right." It reminded him of the news he wanted to tell her. "Say, you remember I told you about that Dianna broad, the really horny one?"
"Yes, I remember," Rita said as she finished stirring some rice in a pot. "What's she been up to now? Have you been fucking with her today?" She glanced at him with a look of mock reproval.
"Not yet, heh-heh ... See, she got a response from this ad she sent to St. Louis, right? Well, she wrote back to the chick today and it involves us?"
"Us?" Rita shrugged. "How's that?"
"I knew meeting up with that chick would lead to something wild."
He proceeded to tell her the contents of the letter and how it mentioned the two of them.
"Gosh, that sounds like some bridge party," Rita said, gasping and laughing. "Do you think we can go to it, Petie? She wants us, doesn't she?"
Peter sighed. He was afraid she would act jealous, but she seemed delighted.
"Well, we didn't get an invitation yet."
"But she does want us to come."
"Yeah, but we're not supposed to know that yet. In case you didn't realize it, I'm not supposed to read the mail that I deliver."
"Oh, that's right," she giggled.
"But don't worry, I think we'll get invited. If this Helen calls Dianna tomorrow morning with her answer we'll know pretty soon."
"How will we know?" Rita asked.
"When I take the mail by Dianna's she'll say something. She'll get us there, don't worry."
Peter smiled. He was thinking about himself with six sexy girls all at once. It was as wild a fantasy as he could imagine. And this one was going to come true. All that pussy, climbing all over him.
"Gee, Petie, aren't you afraid. Just you with all of us girls? We might gangbang you!" She fell into a fit of giggles then.
Peter grimaced and started out of the kitchen. Just as he was going through to the hall she called out to him.
"Oh, I almost forgot, I wanted to ask you a favor," she said.
"What's that?"
"Can you take me to the drive-in tonight? There's a movie there I want to see real bad."
"The drive-in? I'm kind of tired."
She smiled at him sweetly. He suddenly remembered what drive-ins were good for besides seeing movies. It might be fun, he thought. As long as we don't get caught.
"All right, I guess we could go. What time does that picture start?"
"We ought to leave around half past eight."
"Okay, we'll go-on one condition."
"What's that?"
"That dinner is delicious!" He winked at her and continued out of the kitchen.
He went upstairs, washed up and changed clothes. Rita tonight and Dianna and who knows whom else tomorrow. Not a bad life, I guess.
Peter went into his room after dinner. He stretched out on his bed and closed his eyes. He kept thinking about Dianna and all of that other pussy he was going to have a crack at if things went his way. He must have been more tired than he realized for he fell asleep then and didn't wake up till Rita came into his room and shook him awake. He opened his eyes and for a moment didn't know where he was. In his dream he had been in Dianna's living room with her fat pussy bouncing on his face and Mary's hot cunt sliding up and down on his hard cock.
"Huh? What ... did you say?"
"I said, come on, we're going to be late for the movie, sleepyhead."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about the movie. I just laid down and must have dozed off."
"You sure did," Rita said. "I could hear you snoring from out in the hall."
He climbed to his feet and stretched out his arms. He gave a noisy yawn.
"Are you awake now?" his sister said chidingly. "I hope you'll be wide awake when we get to the movie. I don't want you falling asleep on me there."
"Don't worry. After that nap I probably won't be able to sleep all night."
Peter got a shirt and jacket out of his closet and took some cash from his drawer.
It was already nearly dark when they set out in the pickup truck.
The drive-in was located off the highway about thirty miles from Morriston. It was a long drive, but Rita had told Peter that it would be worth it.
"They're showing some of those hardcore sexy films, Petie. I've wanted to go for some time, but I was afraid they wouldn't let me in by myself or with a boy only my own age, you know." She put both hands against her pussy and pretended to shiver. "Ooohh, I can't wait to see some of those guys with their big-big cocks, the kind that act in these movies ... "
Peter snickered. "Well, I imagine they'll be showing some pussy, too, for my amusement."
"I guess so," Rita said. "But if they don't I'll show you mine, Petie."
"Hm, that sounds tempting."
"Did you see what's in the back of the truck, Petie?" asked Rita.
"What?" He looked back there and saw a mattress, one of the old ones their father had dumped in the basement. "Well, what do you know about that?"
"Pretty good, huh?"
"Don't you think we'll be a little conspicuous back there out in the open at the drive-in?"
"That's for later, silly. Maybe we'll drive into the woods somewhere."
Peter smiled. His sister was certainly a horny bitch. Just like all the other chicks he'd been running into since he got back. Things had changed. Maybe they were putting something into the water to make them all like that. Whatever it was he hoped they kept doing it.
Rita slid her hand over his thigh. She looked down and watched a bulge grow in his pants. She moved her fingers over the growing cock. Peter watched her and had a hard time putting his eyes back on the road. Her sexy grin as she watched his crotch was an appealing sight. Her fingers crept over the bulge and squeezed at it. Peter sighed and lifted his ass up slightly. He would be glad when they got to the drive-in and could settle down. The foreplay wouldn't be so one-sided.
He drove on. It was a nice night out. He wished that they had a convertible so they could put the top down and feel the cool breeze all around them. Thinking of the late summer weather made him realize that Rita would be going back to school soon. They wouldn't be able to carry on quite as much then. He wanted to fuck his sister, but he didn't want to be the cause of her failing at school.
He glanced down at her again. Her skirt had : ridden up high on her thighs. Her gorgeous teenaged pussy was nearly exposed. Rita saw him looking and she spread her legs a little wider till the curls of her cunt showed themselves. Peter let out a heavy sigh. His sister wasn't wearing any panties.
Her hand slid over his crotch again and toyed with the zipper of his pants.
"Better not," he said. "We're almost to the drive-in. Somebody might see us."
"Gee, that's what half the people come to the drive-in for anyway."
She put her hand at the waist of his pants and slid it down till her fingers touched the head of his cock. His prick surged to life.
"That may be so," he said, but I doubt that many of them are brother and sister and since someone here might know us we better cool it."
"Okay."
The lights of the drive-in came into view. Peter glanced at his watch to see if the picture had started yet. Rita moved back a bit as they neared the ticket booth. Peter paid for their tickets while the engine of the truck idled noisily. As soon as he turned down his headlights and shifted into first, Rita moved closer. As the pickup crept into the entrance of the drive-in, Rita's fingers moved to his pants again. She unfastened his belt buckle. She wasn't even going to wait till they found a place to park, for God's sake, Peter thought.
Peter let her go at it as he steered the truck along the passageway that ran between the gray corrugated iron fences. He could hear the gravel crunch beneath the tires. He could also hear the sound of Rita drawing his zipper down.
By the time he had located a vacant space between two cars and was reaching out for the sound box beside his window, Rita was wriggling his dick out of his pants. It was quite hard and throbbed wildly as it came out into the warm night air.
The movie had just started. Peter quickly realized that Rita hadn't been joking about the kind of movie that was being shown. The film quickly got down to essentials. On the screen a girl with long red hair was unfastening the hooks of her bodice. The film was apparently set in Victorian England. It was filmed in beautiful color with a hazy filter to give the feeling of olden days. The girl on the screen uncovered her luscious pink tits and shook them slowly from side to side.
Peter let his arm drop around Rita's slim shoulders. His hand slid down inside the top of her scooped-necked summer dress. He was surprised to see she was wearing a bra. Rita liked to wear them because they made her still-growing tits stick out more. Watching the screen while he held her, Peter let his fingers creep under the edge of the tight cup of her bra.
"Wow, she's really got beautiful titties, doesn't she?" Rita said to him.
"Yours aren't so bad either," he chuckled, pinching one of the nipples.
"Mmmm, that feels good."
They both watched the screen. He felt her nipple expanding as he rubbed it, poking out at his palm. She was being aroused both by his hand and the action up on the big drive-in screen. She squirmed on the seat as the big redhead on the screen took off her corset and swung her huge titties from side to side. The actress played with her nipples. They were fat, ruddy things and she tugged on them till they were fully extended.
Rita unfastened her bra, whispering for Peter to help her. She leaned forward, her face going down into his lap. She gave him a small wet kiss on the top of his hard dick, but straightened up again when her brassiere finally came free.
"She hasn't shown her pussy yet," Peter said, nodding at the screen.
"Well you can see mine right now, if you want," Rita told him.
He looked down where she was holding her dress up. Her pussy gleamed in the dim light. Peter reached in and touched it, brushing his hand across the hair and down to the warm meat. Rita moaned and spread her legs wider for him. At the same time-she regained her grip on his prick and squeezed it. They played with each other, fingers squeezing and tickling pussy and prick.
They became engrossed in the film. The woman on the screen was indulging herself in similar style to the young couple in the car. Her scarlet-haired pussy was spread open and she was slowly stroking it with her long nailed fingers. The actress was a beautiful woman and was giving an arousing performance, completely realistic, Peter thought.
Jerking her brother's cock up and down with a steady, rhythmic motion, Rita said, "The picture is ; good, don't you think, Petie?"
"So far."
"Would you like me to suck you off?"
"Sounds like a good idea, sis. You mouth always feels good on my dick."
She moved over him, her hair caressing the moist, swollen cockhead. She lowered her face until her warm lips closed over the head. Peter felt her saliva drip down the long shaft. Rita poked the | tip of her tongue at the glans. It made Peter squirm and sigh. She pushed her open mouth down on the shaft to the base. When his pubic hair touched her teeth, she closed her mouth tight and sucked.
"Oh, shit, that feels good," the brother sighed, pushing his hand deeper inside her cunt and turning it around. She was becoming wetter and wetter, her warm love juice spilling out around his fingers.
She sucked up and down on his cock, slowly, sensually, to the tip where she twisted from side to side and then down to the base again.
Peter watched the movie while she sucked him. She continued for another minute, then lifted her mouth off the big dick and sat up, breathing deeply. She sat back and watched the film for a while.
Her fingers gradually slid back to her pussy. Her fingers pressed in and out spreading her own slick wetness into every inch of the soft lining. She stuck one finger deep into her hole and rubbed her clit with the ball of her thumb. She squirmed and sighed. Peter couldn't decide whether to watch the screen or his sister in the car next to him, writhing around, groaning as her fingers brought her closer to climax.
The screen action had calmed somewhat though it still held its share of eroticism. A servant girl had appeared to help the redhead with her bath. The maid's outfit had a bodice that barely contained her overflowing titties. The redhead, now completely naked, slowly moved into the tub. The maid smiled as she observed the redhead's lush naked form. Peter felt the same way. The redhead was big and firm with a gorgeous round ass. She descended into the steaming tub and the maid began to scrub her with a large cake of soap. She lovingly rolled the soap around on the young lady's bobbing breasts, making them foam and making the nipples extend tautly. The camera zoomed in on the tits, panning up and down their sweeping length.
The front seat shook as Rita continued to masturbate. She was grunting loudly and Peter turned up the sound box in case anybody passing outside might hear something inside the truck. Rita glanced at him and nodded. She increased the rhythm of her hand in her cunt.
"It's gonna be a lesbian scene, huh?" she said, nodding up at the screen.
Peter looked at the movie again. The girl in the tub was laughing as the maid moved the soap up between her legs rubbing it around and around against her cunt. The redhead licked at her lips, nodded her head and giggled. The maid smiled deviously and continued to stroke her hand up and down at her mistress' pussy.
"Shit, this is good," Peter said.
"Yeah," said Rita.
The redhaired mistress lay back in the tub, the large mounds of her tits and their pink erect nipples exposed as the suds dissolved around them. The maid's hand passed over the top of one of the full soft breasts and the soap left the nipple covered with a shiny film. The right breast became covered with soap bubbles.
The maid bent over her. Her lips were moist, pursed together as she blew gently to scatter the bubbles. The maid buried her face in the yielding flesh. The mistress murmured appreciatively and began to unfasten the maid's black uniform.
Peter's excitement rose along with his sister's. They turned away from the movie and looked at each other. Rita lifted her pussy up for him to see. His cock became harder, throbbing, standing out of his pants.
"Why don't you teach me how to drive your truck, Petie?" she said.
"Huh? What, now?" he chuckled.
"Yeah, why not?"
She took his prick again and her hand traced a circle around the circumference.
"I mean ... "
She was dropping her legs off the seat. One of her bared thighs passed around the handle of the floorshift. She smiled deviously.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked with a laugh.
"Can you ... can you show me how it shifts, Petie, dear?" she whispered erotically.
He watched with amazement as she moved her pussy towards the small black knob of the shift's handle. It came closer and then she poised herself with the handle only a half inch from her cunt lips.
He reached down between her legs to the metal rod of the shift column.
"You're too much," he sighed.
Rita took a deep breath through the nose. "'Go on, Petie," she said. "Shift it ... "
Chapter Seven
"Okay, baby. You put the clutch in ... like this," he said, depressing the clutch pedal slowly. "Then you pull the handle like this, see."
Carefully he pulled back on the shift column and the knob between her thighs pressed up against her open cunt with a wet sound.
"That's reverse."
"Ohhhh," Rita moaned, parting her legs farther. She was twisting around in the seat, rubbing the lips of her pussy against the black knob.
Peter saw her slide a little to the side and then settle forward, the knob pushing against one of her labia and then the other, stretching them wide apart, exposing her cunt fully. He wondered if she was going to try and take the knob inside. Right now he was only bumping the upper edge of it against her clit as he manipulated the shift column up and down, jiggling it against her cunt. She moaned and shivered.
An idea occurred to Peter. Why not start off by showing Rita what down shifting was really all about? He had an idea she would enjoy that.
"Now this next one is fourth," he said.
"Yeah," Rita said, half gasping.
"This is what's called down shifting," Peter said, pretending that the lesson was all that was going on.
"Down shifting ... mmmm ... "
"For slowing down," said Peter.
"I know what it's doing for me," Rita groaned. "It's getting me hotter and hotter."
"Go down on it, Rita," Peter encouraged her. "I'll give you all the compression this old crate has, even though we're standing still."
Peter pushed the shift column up and over into fourth. Rita followed him as though her cunt were screwed onto the shift handle. When he locked it in fourth and released the clutch he felt like they were going seventy. Rita pushed herself forward until the knob was right over her cunt hole. She begged Peter to go on.
"Let me get the feel of it, Petie, yes, yes, do it," she moaned.
"Yeah, baby, I know what you mean."
He held the rod of the shift column and pushed it from side to side again, wedging the knob deeper into her widely opened pussy. Rita's hand was down there with it, her fingers rubbing hard on her erect clitoris.
"Mmmmmmm, that's good, so fucking good, Petie ... "
Her legs went apart and came together, closing around the floor shift. The unbearable pressure of the knob against her hole made her whimper.
"Oh, ohhhhhhh! Do it, do it, do it!" she cried at him again and again. "Mmmmmm!"
Rita was anxious for it. She was sure that after having a big dick like Peter's in her cunt she could take anything. She badly wanted that hard shiny knob to go into her pussy, as far as it would go.
"This ... is third," said Peter, putting the clutch in again, gradually moving the shift column.
Her legs were clamped on his hand. They shivered with the enormous effort she was making to receive the knob. To keep it up against her pussy Rita had to slide halfway off the seat. Her ass lifted and she felt her weight pressing her down on the knob, down, down until it pushed past the dilated muscles of her pussy and went deep inside her wet, warm hole.
"Ahhhhhhh ... oh God, oh God, that feels ... that feels so sexy," she moaned.
It was inside. It had opened her cunt up so far that she couldn't even contract on it.
Rita hardly needed to tell him that. Peter's hand had fought its way free of her tightly clamped thighs and he was holding the shift column high up. His hand was only inches from her cunt. The knob had completely disappeared up inside her.
Peter spoke to her reassuringly, "Now, if you want to really have it, Rita, I'll give it to you right to first, huh? Yes?"
"Ohhhhhh! Yes, shift it!" she cried. "Shift it, Petie, make me come!"
He pulled the handle down into second. Rita came along with it, her ass easing up onto the seat again. If she had still had all of her weight on the knob, she would have screamed. Her legs flopped up and down. Their grip on the column had been broken. She wasn't working her clitoris anymore. The rod of the shift was doing that.
"Ohhhhhhh! It's good!"
"Like something hard and strong in your pussy, don't you, sis? Peter said.
"Yes, yes, I love it ... I love it; what it does to my pussy, to my hot pussy!"
She clutched at her small, firm titties. She felt like her body was ready to burst apart. The knob was going in farther, plowing into her pussy. She could feel her juices drooling down and bubbling around the handle. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling. She could almost feel the way the pleasure rose up, higher and higher, slowly .filling all of her.
"Slow ... oooooohh, Petie, wait a little," she panted, shaking all over.
Peter did as she asked. Rita sighed, sinking back against the seat, her back arched stiffly. The shift knob stayed inside her, inside her drooling twat. She wanted to feel it there. It was like a huge cock with an unbelievably rounded smooth head. She was half delirious with the joy of having it inside her.
She tossed her head, feeling her legs quiver in preparation for the last ride. She twisted her head and gasped. As she was turned she happened to see something in the front seat of-the car next to their truck.
She lifted her head and stared down. The cab of their truck was higher than the window of the car next to them and she could see right down into it. The light from the screen illuminated the front seat.
"Oooh, look at them," she mumbled under her breath.
A woman and man were in the front seat. The woman was sitting in the man's lap, her back to him. At first Rita thought it was so she could see 'the screen, but then she realized that the woman was getting fucked by the man in that position. She could see the excited look on the woman's face, and the way she was rhythmically bouncing up and down on the man's lap.
Ride her, ride her, Rita thought excitedly, imagining what the woman was feeling right then with the prick sliding in and out of her.
Peter kept his eyes on Rita. He held his prick in his hand and gently stroked it. Come was drooling down from the top, spilling over his fingers.
With one hand still on his dick, Peter held the shift column, moving it, preparing her. Her response was to stretch her legs out straight. It made her ass start to lower off the seat again and more of the column went up into her deep, clutching cunt. More, then more. The knob was six inches up inside.
"Oooooohh," she sighed. "Oooohh, that feels good, so good ... yes, almost as good as a cock. Look there, Petie, look at them going at it in that car."
"Where?"
"There, next to us."
Peter glanced at the car. He nodded when he saw them. The woman appeared to be groaning though her groans were inaudible. The man in the car was grabbing the woman's tits. Her blouse was unbuttoned. Her large tits quivered wildly with arousal. Rita watched her and squeezed her own little titties with both hands, identifying with the woman, pretending it was her own pair that were being fondled and pinched. The woman in the car opened her mouth as wide as it would go and her head shook convulsively. It was obvious that she was reaching her climax. It made Rita shiver and come closer to her own rising orgasm.
"Turn ... turn off the sound, Petie," she mumbled to her brother.
"Sure," he said, catching his breath.
He turned the dial of the soundbox until the cab of the truck was silent but for Rita's panting breath. Rita sucked air into her nostrils. She hunched up, leaning towards the window. Peter stared at her, not sure of what she was doing or had in mind.
"Petie ... ohhhhhh, Petie ... "
"What? What!" The atmosphere of sexual excitement all around him, on the screen, in the car beside them, in his sister and in his own throbbing cock, disoriented him. He needed release soon.
"Give me the next one ... now, Petie, now, do it to me!" Rita moaned loudly.
Peter shoved the shift handle up into first. She had more than eight inches of the shift column now. The knob-the black plastic knob was far inside her cunt. Her body heaved with spasms. She shook her head and grunted, squeezing against her groin.
"Eeeeeeee ... oh God, it's making me come, it's making me come," she moaned. "Oh, Jesus, Petie, it's so good-so damn good!"
She tried to continue watching the couple in the next car. The woman was bouncing more frantically than ever and the man was lifting her titties up so she could lick them with her own tongue, rolling her tongue all over them with frantic movements. Rita watched for another moment, but then her own excitement was too much and she could not watch them anymore, only close her eyes and concentrate on the welling sense of ecstasy caused by that shift inside her tight pussy. Her cunt felt on fire, burning, blazing with heat and flame. Her fingers slid down, caught hold of her brother's erect cock and took it out of his hand. She stroked it up and down, faster and faster. Peter groaned. He stroked a hand through her hair, then rolled it down to touch her cunt. He felt the furry edges of it and felt the metal impaling her. It was wet with her cunt juice by now, fully greased down. She jerked him faster and faster. He closed his eyes and visualized the handle and the black plastic knob deep inside her cunt. The image thrilled him. He wouldn't be able to hold back much longer- certainly not at the rate she was pumping his prick now, steadily, violently stroking the hard, wet dick. He thought about what was happening to her. He realized that the image would be with him in the future. Every time he would take the knob to shift he would be reminded of this night and would see her cunt descending over the handle.
"Oooooooooeeeeeee," Rita moaned, her climax arriving, rising, filling her, a crazy, sweaty, heated feeling, rolling over her, exploding through her. "Oh, God, it's so good. Yes, yes, I'm coming ... " Her body erupted. She wanted to tear her hair out, to scream, to leap into the air. She felt her brother's big cock, rolling her fingers all over it.
Suddenly she lifted herself off the shift and swung her leg around, straddling her brother.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Petie! It's your cock I need in me, all hot and alive ... not that cold metal thing. I want you. Oh, God, I want your dick in me, Petie. Stick it to me!"
She turned the prick down, rubbing it up and down against her flared, fiery cunt lips. Peter held it down for her until she could slide her cunt over it. She slid down all the way, filling herself with the long, throbbing prick. As her cunt covered it to the base she let out a deep howl.
"Ohhhh-oooooohhhhhh!"
Peter snapped his head back. His mouth opened wide. He groaned softly, feeling a wave of unbelievable pleasure shoot through him. He lifted his crotch up, pumping the cock up through her again. He moved it in and out, sending waves of ecstasy through him with each movement. He grabbed at his sister's ass, digging his nails into the taut, soft flesh of her cheeks. One finger slipped between the cheeks and scratched at the pubic hair and the puckered, wildly flexing asshole.
"Stick a finger into my asshole, Petie. Yes, do it, I love that. Stick it right in there, big brother!"
Peter scratched his finger around on the small opening. It was tight, too tight to push his finger inside without causing her pain. She hopped wildly up and down on his cock, his thick prick plunging rapidly through her pussy. He slid his finger up to the flared, burning lips of the cunt and wiped up some of the sticky drool there. When his finger was nearly covered with the honey-like substance he brought it back to her asshole and wiped it around. The sphincter flexed crazily. Peter pushed his finger through. With the lubrication of her pussy juice he found his finger sliding right inside.
"Ooooooohh, Petie, yes, yes, that's it, my asshole, my hot ... ohhhhhhhh!"
Now Peter tried to work the finger in counterpoint to the rhythm of his cock. As he arched his prick back from her pussy he plunged the finger into her asshole. As he slammed every inch of his dick back into her cunt the finger slid away from the clenching sphincter. Rita shook all over on his lap, moaning and cursing. She kissed him on the mouth and the cheek. She stuck her tongue down his throat and then stuck it in his ear. She moved her teeth onto the ear and bit down till Peter groaned.
Christ, he thought, I hope there's no cops wandering around in this lot. The couple, beside them was engaged in the same activity, but he doubted that they were brother and sister.
He tried to ignore his paranoia and enjoy the pleasure that was searing every part of his body. It was becoming more intense with every motion his sister made over his cock, slipping and sliding, jumping all around the throbbing rod as it filled her, slid out, filled her again. They both gasped and scratched at each other.
"Christ, oh, Christ," Peter moaned. "Jesus, this is fantastic, fucking fantastic!"
"I'll try, but I don't know how much longer I can keep on, sis," Peter said, gritting his teeth, trying to continue fucking and yet keep from coming.
The pleasure flowed steadily, harder, wilder, like ten foot waves at a beach, rising, churning, crashing against him and turning him over and over. When he closed his eyes he seemed to be swimming through a wave of pleasure, consumed by the heated ecstasy. It couldn't go on for much longer, he knew that.
Each time his cock stabbed her the pleasure increased. It was almost an agonizing kind of ecstasy, throwing off his equilibrium, a dizzying sensation similar to that experienced in a roller coaster, except that at the center of all the sensation was the flaring, burning, ecstatic feelings in his cock as it plunged back and forth, in and out of his sister's hot, tight, wet, clamping, clawing cunt, tearing at him with its muscular jaws, squeezing like a vise for a moment, then massaging his long shaft, oiling every throbbing inch with its hot love juice.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Rita cried. She didn't know which was better-the cock plunging through her pussy or that hard finger tickling her asshole. The finger in her butt was just enough to make the whole thing come to life, taking the focus off her cunt exclusively, making her feel the orgasm as a flowing sensation, running all around her torso and up through the rest of her body. "Peter, oh God, you're so good, so good, I don't ever need anybody else. Just' you, big brother ... ahhhhhhh! That's good, harder, push your finger harder! Mmmmmmmm! Petie, it feels so good having something in my asshole like that. Do you think you could fuck me there, please? God, that would really end it all with a bang!"
Peter groaned. He didn't know if he was capable of any major changes this late in the game. His cock was swollen and sparking, ready to ejaculate at any moment. But his sister gazed at him with a look of such aching need that he didn't want to disappoint her. His masculine pride didn't want her to think he was incapable of doing what she asked for even now.
"Can you, can you?" she begged, panting wildly, still bouncing, screwing her crotch around in circles, around and around, digging her crotch down to his base, clamping tight, slowly loosening, rising up, up, till only the head was still inside her burning teenaged pussy.
"All right, baby," Peter grunted. "Hang on, we'll give it a try ... "
He dragged his finger out of her asshole. The sphincter reflexively clutched at him and the strong muscle seemed ready to snap the tip of his finger off as he withdrew it. He put both hands under her taut ass cheeks and lifted her up till his cock fell out of her cunt. There was a moment of agony for Peter as his cock throbbed about unguided. Then he grabbed it at the base and quickly bashed it against her anal opening. Rita grunted and squeezed down against her sphincter, opening her ass for him as wide as she could. The trembling orifice caught hold of the tip of his cock and Peter lurched up into her at the same time as he let her buttocks slide out of his hand. She dropped down hard, her asshole eating up the long prick.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she shrieked. "That's it. Ohhhhhhh! I'm coming! It's beautiful, I'm coming without touching my pussy!"
She bounced wildly on his cock, so violently Peter was afraid she would damage his most beloved organ. He held her ass cheeks again and regained control of her, turning her violent movements into a steady, rhythmic bounce, up and down on the long cock, sliding it in and out of her tight, hot asshole. Peter lubricated it with the spermy drool covering his cock, but it was still far drier and tighter than her cunt had been. This made for a slower, more controlled yet somehow more intense intercourse. Peter was glad she had requested it. His nails dug into her buttocks, lifting, dropping, up and down.
"Ah, ahhhh, Jesus, that's good, that's good," he sighed huskily. "Baby, you are something else ... "
His orgasm had come back under his control now and the storm of sensation he'd been feeling while in her cunt was now a steady flow of pleasure, gradually rising, moving to every part of his body.
"Eeeeeeeeee!" Rita screamed suddenly, wiggling her ass out of his grip and grinding down tight on his cock. "I'm coming again! Again!"
She threw her head back till it cracked against the sun visor above the window. Her head twisted around and around. Her body heaved and shivered. If Peter had not been holding her, she would have hopped right to the roof of the cab or flown out the window.
The steady rise in Peter's prick was nearing the peak. He pumped harder and faster, ready to feel it at any time.
"I'm ready for it, Petie," Rita groaned. "You can come now. Yes, yes, you can come with me. I'm coming. I want to feel your come in my asshole ... mmmmmm, I know it will feel so good!"
She was frantic, hopping, scratching, groaning. She slipped a hand down between them and touched her pussy. Her finger found the vibrating band of her clitoris and she proceeded to strum at it. Each touch made her body quiver intensely.
"Ayyyyyyyyyy! I think I'll die, Petie, yes, yes ... come, come now, I want it ... in my asshole!"
He clenched tighter at her ass and moved her up and down on only the top half of his prick. Each slight bit of movement gave him ecstatic shivers. Up and down, up and down, as his cock throbbed and his balls burned, nearing the boiling point, closer and closer, until finally he could feel it climbing to his shaft, ready to be unleashed with only a simple nod from the brain. But Peter held on, enjoying the pleasure as it ripped through him, like an electric current spurring him on. His cock stabbed through her asshole, in and out, again and again ...
"I know, I know!" Rita cried, grinding her buttocks down against the stiff shaft, feeling it bend inside her asshole.
The hot come exploded inside her bowels. Rita gave a gasp, then held her breath and remained as still as she could, as she felt the warm, bubbling liquid fill her inside-more and more of it as Peter thrust back and forth at her, from head to base, discharging more and more hot come. The sperm bubbled down around his cock and drooled out around his balls. Peter held still and moved her crotch up and down on him, directing her movements with his hands on the cheeks of her ass, spreading and closing the cheeks as she moved. Rita kept her hand on her cunt and rubbed at it as she bounced up and down.
"Ohhhh ... Petie, God, you're incredible, your cock is the best, the best ... "
"You too. baby," Peter grunted back at her, his ejaculation still going on, hot come entering the girl's asshole and rolling down and out.
His grip on her ass loosened. His hands fell to his sides and he stretched his head back. His mouth opened wide and he gasped for air.
"God ... Christ, that was good ... good ... Rita. God, you're too much for me ... "
"Mmmmm ... ohhhhhh ... "
Rita fell back, leaning across the steering wheel. She had trouble catching her breath. Her fingers touched only lightly against her cunt and it touched off an electric jolt through her whole body. She moved slightly and felt the cock still hard inside her asshole. Peter had finished coming, but his prick remained hard, perhaps because of the tight, clenching grip of her sphincter. She massaged her pussy with a gently circular movement. She gradually brought about a serene, subtle feeling of well-being in herself. It was like floating on a calm sea, after being tossed about by wild stormy waves. She leaned forward into her brother's arms. He held her tight against him. He stared at her face. Her features were only vaguely visible in the light reflected from the big drive-in screen. Even in dim light she still looked sexy and adorable. If she wasn't my sister, he thought, I'd feel like the luckiest, guy in the world to have a chick like this one goofy over me. But she is my sister, dammit. Just my fucking luck. How the hell can I have any kind of continuing relationship in this society with my own sister. If anyone found out I was fucking her, I'd be put in jail or in a funny farm somewhere so they could observe me and find out why I indulged in such aberrant behavior. Aberrant? He looked at her face again, and his fingers crept under her buttocks and squeezed the taut yet soft flesh. How could anyone in his right mind not want to fuck her?
She kissed him on the nose then, a cute little gesture that was altogether more appropriate than the French kisses she had bestowed upon him in the previous minutes. She smiled and sighed at him.
"I'm so glad you came back from overseas, Petie. I missed you, but I didn't know how much I was missing." She chuckled at her pun. "Just think, if you hadn't gone into the service, the two of us could have been fucking all that time. Wouldn't that have been wonderful?"
"Yeah, wonderful," Peter sighed. "But there's no sense worrying about the past. We'll just have to make up for lost time, huh?"
"Yeah, that's it," Rita said, laughing softly. She kissed her brother on the nose again, then gave him a wet, hot passionate kiss on the mouth.
"How are our neighbors making out?" Peter asked, glancing across to the other car.
The couple had finished fucking. They were sitting side by side watching the film. The woman had a contented look on her face. Rita giggled, knowing just how the woman must be feeling. She put a hand on her own humming, contented pussy.
On the screen, the redhead had long since finished her bath and was now having tea at a restaurant and flirting with a dashing fellow with a handlebar mustache. Without the sound on, Peter and Rita had almost forgotten that the film was still unreeling. With his lust sated for the moment Peter had lost interest in the film's erotic atmosphere. He yawned and tried to stifle it.
"Tired?" Rita said.
"Kind of."
"We don't have to stay here if you don't want to," Rita said sweetly.
"I thought you wanted to see the picture."
"Oh, I got what I wanted out of it. I wanted to see enough to get turned on by, then get fucked by you, Petie. We can go back now, if you want."
"Well ... " He felt another yawn on its way. He hadn't felt this exhausted even after a full day's basic training in his first days in the service. "It's not a bad idea, if you really don't mind," he said, smiling.
"Let me just ... " Rita carefully lifted her crotch up, letting the cock slide out till it fell from her asshole with a plopping sound. She swung her leg around and landed on the seat. Settling herself she pulled her dress back down and gave a deep sigh. "Let's go."
"Right." Peter put his cock away and zipped his pants closed. His dick felt sore. The ass-fucking was worth it, but it had been fairly wearing.
He started the car and turned the lights on. Rolling down the window he replaced the sound box on its stand, then backed up. As they pulled into the lane ahead, passing the car next to theirs. Peter stuck his hand out the window and waved to the couple in the car. He formed a circle, with thumb and forefinger and gave the couple a friendly nod. The couple glanced at each other and shrugged.
Peter drove the pickup out of the lot and back onto the road. Rita sat close to him as they drove, touching his chest and patting his crotch. He hoped that she wouldn't get horny again too soon. His prick needed an hour's rest at least. A few miles from home they stopped at a roadside diner and went in for a bite to eat.
As they finished their hamburgers, Rita asked about Dianna and her prospective bridge club.
"Do you really think she'll invite us?" she asked.
"I don't see why not. I know she likes me and she's interested in you. This other one, the one she wrote to, has a particular passion for girls. Hmm, I wonder if I'll feel jealous seeing you getting your cunt sucked out by a woman."
Rita's eyes widened and she shrugged. "And I wonder how I'll feel about it."
"Tomorrow. We might know by tomorrow."
"I can hardly wait," Rita said, shivering slightly as she took a last bite of her hamburger.
Chapter Eight
"Brrriiiiinnnnggggg!"
A ringing, on and on, in Peter's head. It was a telephone, ringing at Dianna's house, and it kept ringing and ringing. It was an all-important phone call that everything depended on, but she was just letting the phone ring and ring and ring. She was sitting just beside it, naked, and her legs were parted so that her pussy hung out over the edge of the chair. Her fingers were pushing into her cunt, swaying and pumping, as she masturbated. Her tongue hung out of her mouth and she licked at the spittle that drooled from her lush, open lips.
"Brrrriiiiinnnnggggggggggg!"
The phone kept ringing. Peter felt called away from the scene, but he wanted to stay, hoping that any second Dianna would pull her fingers out of her cunt and answer that fucking phone. Everything depended on it. Why didn't she pick the damn thing up?
His eyes opened. He shook his head and the dream evaporated. He sat up groggily in his bed. But the ringing was still going on.
He reached over and turned off the alarm clock.
God, he thought, it was such a realistic dream. He had watched Dianna sitting there, playing with herself, fondling and then fucking her pussy with her fingers.
It was seven o'clock, time to get up.
He shook his head again and thought about Dianna for a moment more. I've really got her on the brain, he told himself. Then he remembered. This was the day he'd find out. He remembered all about the letters, the hopes he and his sister had about joining that little bridge party.
For the first time he climbed out of bed without the usual regretful grunts and oaths. He put on his underwear and struggled into his pants. He smiled excitedly as he thought that the next time he would take his pants off might be at the bridge party-if everything worked out and he and Rita were indeed invited. If Dianna did get that telephone call from the woman in St. Louis.
Peter turned the possibilities over and over in his mind as he had done with Rita the night before while they fucked. He hadn't known for sure what his sister's reaction would be, but she turned out to be delighted by the whole idea. He wondered how he would feel seeing his sister making it with another chick. He closed his pants up and left the bedroom.
Yeah, he thought, there'll be Rita and Dianna and Mary, just like Dianna mentioned in her letter. He was thinking about the possibilities again. He wondered what the woman from St. Louis would be like. He had been puzzled by some of the things she'd said in her letter to Dianna, but Rita had figured Helen out. In fact, Rita had been very interested in Helen's letter to Dianna. Peter finally realized that Rita was interested in branching out-so she was going to try girls!
That had become very clear the night before when he told her how Dianna had responded to Helen's letter. Rita had actually licked her lips!
"What are you thinking," he'd asked Rita.
"Petie, what's it really like to lick a nice furry pussy? You've told me about doing it so much ... "
"Are you thinking you'd like to try it?"
"Yes."
"But you don't know very much at all about that woman, Helen. I don't even know her."
"But you've told me enough about Dianna to make me feel like I know her!" Rita had exclaimed. "And Petie, I've even seen her!"
Peter wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was excited about the prospects of seeing Rita and Dianna together. Preoccupied, he buttoned up his shirt and tucked it into his pants.
Ten minutes later, after a quick cup of coffee and a roll in the kitchen, Peter was starting the truck. The engine turned over unwillingly, as if it didn't understand what a fantastic day this might be. When Peter shifted into first he remembered what Rita had done with the knob of the shift, how far it had gone up inside her. He chuckled to himself. Maybe the old buggy was still recovering from that thumping it had received from Rita's cunt almost a week ago.
As Peter drove down the main street of Morris-ton toward the post office, he remembered that it wasn't positive that the bridge party would come off, or that they'd even get an invitation. He wouldn't know until he got to Dianna's house if he was going to have a shot at fueling around with six women at once.
But he didn't want to waste his time thinking about the party not coming off. As he parked his truck behind the post office, he started counting again. Rita, Dianna, Helen and Mary!
Mary sure is a sweet one, Peter thought. Too bad I haven't seen her more often. She's a housewife who really knows how to use her home appliances!
Peter thought of that first time he had been with Mary, his first day on the job. The vacuum cleaner. And then on those other days-her hair dryer and the whirlpool bath. If Mary was at the party there was no telling what would happen. To think he had turned Dianna down that first time she'd asked him to bridge, that he'd thought of it as a sewing circle!
He picked up his bundles from the dispatching desk. He congratulated himself for having checked into Dianna's mail. He was glad Rita had given him encouragement in that direction. Otherwise he never would have found out about what really went on along Route Three.
Peter carried the mail under each arm. The bundles were held together with leather straps. When he reached the truck he opened the door, tossed the bundles onto the seat, and then climbed up behind the wheel. He turned the key in the ignition and threw the shift into reverse.
"Dianna mentioned two others in that letter," he said aloud. "Some girl named Dot and another one named Jane."
Peter didn't have any idea who they could be. There were no women on his route with either name.
"Fuck it!" Peter swore. "I should have thought to ask some of the other guys if they had a Dot or a Jane on their routes. But it's too late now."
Peter would have liked to have known something about the other two little pussies he might be getting into that very afternoon. He wanted to have all the angles covered. It made him feel more confident. To take on six girls at once you had to have confidence. If Dianna had even written one letter to Dot or Jane he'd know something. She had mentioned in her letter to Helen that they didn't live too far away. That meant Dianna would ring them on the phone if she heard from Helen.
For a moment Peter wished that Rita had a job as a telephone operator.
Peter wouldn't have had any doubts about being able to handle Dot Wilson if he could have seen her just then. Handling her couldn't have been anything but a pleasure.
Dot had slept outside all night, even though it had been chilly. Her husband had been delayed an extra day in Chicago. Dot liked sleeping out under the stars when Dan was away. She liked snuggling into a sleeping bag with nothing between her skin and the soft cotton lining.
Dot turned over lazily, drawing down the top of the sleeping bag so that her tits were exposed to the warm rays of the sun. She looked down at her nipples. She saw the erectile skin drawing together.
"How about a little encouragement from a green thumb?" she whispered, continuing to stare at her budding nipples. She lifted her hand, brushing it along the soft, bulging side of her right breast. She pinched first one nipple and then the other, coaxing them to hardness. Soon the tips of both her tits were firm and erect. She rubbed them with her fingertips, first to one side and then the other.
Dot kicked back the sleeping bag, exposing her small tanned body completely to the warm sun.
She was holding onto her nipples, squeezing them between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. Dot closed her eyes, her fingers twisting her nipples, moving them around in small circles.
Then Dot sat up, releasing her breasts. They hung down, large and pendulous. No matter how much she exercised to make her tits firmer, they always had that heavy fullness to them. Her husband said he liked her tits that way, but Dot had her doubts. Didn't Dan like to play with Dianna's tits a lot when they swung with the Johnsons? Dianna's tits stuck out exactly right with that little upturn to the nipples. Dot wished her boobs were like that. Dot was thinking of her breasts as boobs, Dianna's as tits. Rounded ones like her own were boobs. Dianna had tits, so nice and pointed ...
Dot thought that was strange. She hadn't thought about Dianna for weeks and here she was dwelling on sexy thoughts about her. She wondered what Dianna and Paul had been up to lately. The last she heard from Dianna, Dianna had said she was actually going to place an ad in a sex magazine. She hoped Dianna would get in touch with her if anything developed.
Dot reached for a bottle ... of coconut oil. She had found that it was the best for tanning. Not only that, it had a nice scent and Dan loved to lick it off of every inch of her.
He'll be coming home tonight, Dot thought to herself. He'll be so horny he'll take hours to lick and suck me.
That was what Dot liked Dan to do to her most of all: suck on her clit until she came.
Dot knew the sun was stirring a different kind of heat in her cunt right now, but she wanted to let her pussy smolder slower. She covered her fingers with the coconut oil and stretched out on the chaise lounge. Slowly she brought her slender fingers up to her face, applying the oil to her cheeks and forehead. Her hand brushed back her short bangs. She smoothed her fingers, working some of the oil into her blond hair. Her fingers touched her small pert nose. If only her tits had a cuteness to them like her nose did.
She opened her eyes again and picked up the bottle of oil. She filled her palms with it and lay back again, her hands cupped to her chin. The excess oil poured down her neck, spreading out until it came to the gradual swelling of the mounds of her boobs. She slid her palms down along her neck, bringing them together slowly as they caressed their way downward in the wake of the oil.
Dot brought her arms close to her sides, moving them up a little and then back so that the insides of her arms pushed her tits out. They were firm and peaked as her hands slid up them now; she closed her fingers around her nipples once more.
She groaned, her legs spreading apart. She let her feet fall on either side of the lounge, her pussy exposed, receiving the sun's licking tongue. She moaned, her eyes still closed as she reached for the bottle. She held both of her tits together with one hand, tilting the bottle over them. The oil spattered down onto her nipples as her fingers stroked. Finally she had to put the bottle down and go at her tits with both hands. Her head swung from side to side as she brought her tits together so that her nipples would jut out from the tops of her small fists.
Dot panted; her cunt was begging to be touched.
She sat up, raising the back of the lounge so she could be in a sitting position. Her thighs hung over either side. She looked down at the sun-golden hairs on her cunt. Being outdoors a lot had completely changed the color of her thick cunt hair. She patted her pussy with her oiled fingers, leaving tiny droplets that glistened in her hair. She picked up the bottle of oil and poured, almost emptying the contents on her bush. The oil flowed over her tufted mound and seeped warmly into her slit. She brought the bottle closer, her fingers delving between the fleshy lips of her pussy. She opened the lips, her fingers locating her clit. It was only half the size it could be; it could get much more erect, much more sensitive. She poured the rest of the oil directly onto her burning, flexing clit and then set the empty bottle on the ground beside the lounge.
Dot stretched her legs, arching her back. Now she could massage the oil into her cunt with both hands, ten fingers.
God, what would it be like if there were a whole bunch of hands doing this to me? Dot wondered. A whole bunch of hands and some of them ... it would be funny to have some of those fingers belong to another woman. And two guys. All of them down there, giving it to my cunt and my ass. I like putting my finger up there ...
No sooner had Dot thought that than she began to carry it out. Her forefinger hardly hesitated before it pushed past the tight ring of her ass. Three fingers of her other hand were already working up into her cunt.
"Riiiiinnnnnnggggggg!"
"That sounds like the phone!" said Dot, not at all disturbed by the interruption. She thought it might be an interesting diversion. She didn't have any intention of ceasing her play with herself in the sunshine, especially not after a mere telephone conversation.
"Hello? Wilson residence, Mrs. Wilson speaking."
The voice on the other end of the line sounded strained. "Mrs. Wilson? This is Calvin Benson down at the Four Corners Pharmacy. It's about the order you called in yesterday?"
"Yes. What is it?" said Dot. Her free hand was still moving slowly up and down between her slippery labia. Her finger paused over her cunt hole for a moment. She wished she didn't have to hold the phone with the other hand. She wanted to start fingering her ass again.
"I'd just like to check out your order," the clerk was saying. He sounded nervous. Dot was beginning, to move her fingers faster and higher up. They were nudging-her clit each time she brought them up to the top of her gash. She spread her legs wider, relaxing the muscles of her hole. She was going to get her fingers inside again. She could put two fingers in her ass this time and poke her thumb in her pussy and-
"Mrs. Wilson? Are you there?"
Dot had lost track of what the clerk was saying. But she threw in another yes to keep the clerk going. She wanted to keep herself going, too.
"Would you like me to read the list to you over the phone?" he asked.
"Go ahead," said Dot, her voice cracking a little as her fingers broke into her ass. She gasped as they slipped in all the way, aided by the lubricating oil; her thumb nosed its way into her twat.
There was a pause on the other end of the line. The clerk cleared his throat. For a moment Dot thought he might even be able to hear the sound of her fingers probing and squeezing in her pussy. But she didn't care. She tucked the phone under her chin, reaching for the bottle of oil. She'd forgotten that she had used it up already. But she realized she had both hands free now. She could even play with her tits if she sat back and kept the phone tucked between her chin and shoulder.
Finally the clerk began to read the list.
"A carton of Salems, a Post Dispatch, a box of super Tampax-"
"Uh-uh-uh," a moan escaped Dot's lips.
"Are you saying you don't want the Tampax?" the clerk asked, embarrassed.
"Yes! I mean ... no," said Dot, a little confused. "I mean I don't need them now. But I did order them."
The clerk coughed again. Then he continued.
" ... a roll of film that you sent off to be developed ...
Dot sighed. That would be the roll of film she and Dan had used at the camp in the Ozarks. She hoped the clerk didn't look inside! Remembering some of the things she and her husband had gotten into during their week in the sun caused Dot to throw caution to the winds. What did it matter if the clerk figured out what was going on? She was enjoying herself too much to stop now.
" ... a package of vanilla wafers, nose drops, toothpaste, aspirin ... "
Dot was seeing sexual implications in everything the clerk said. She was so aroused that she started to rub the pink handle of the phone between her tits. She pushed one nipple into the speaking part and poked the other one right into the receiver.
The clerk's voice was muffled.
"Is there something wrong with this line, Mrs. Wilson? I'm hearing the strangest sounds. As though something was rubbing on the line ... "
It wasn't any little bird sitting on the line. Now it was her nice sweet clit pushing against the receiver! She was jiggling the handle, making her clit expand to its full size. She pressed until it hurt.
The clerk was trying valiantly to finish the list.
"Then there's the box of goldfish food, the cotton swabs-"
"Cotton swabs ... " Dot murmured. She was pushing the telephone receiver down over her mound, the speaking part sliding between her labia. She rubbed the receiver around and around in her cunt. She could no longer hear what the clerk was saying ...
When Dianna dialed Dot's number, her hand trembled even though it was the third time she'd tried to reach her friend. She had heard from Helen only ten minutes ago, just as she had hoped! Helen had sounded so nice on the phone, so understanding.
"She was at work," Dianna murmured to herself. "That was why she couldn't be too specific about things. But she found a way of letting me know that not only did she think there was nothing wrong with my idea for a party, but that she was looking forward to it. Those were her very words, 'I like your idea for a bridge party and we can play by whatever rules you like, any kind of game. Do you understand me, Dianna? Even the extra players.'"
Dianna had nodded her head without thinking when Helen had said that. She hadn't been able to answer verbally for a whole minute.
Helen was coming! Now all she had to do was call the others. Mary and Jane, but Dot first.
But I've got to keep my mind off the guys, Dianna reminded herself. It'll be almost strictly a hen party, except for the mailman.
Dianna would do something about his invitation as soon as she had made the calls. He wasn't due for at least forty-five minutes.
"Oh damn! Dot's line is still busy! Maybe her phone is off the hook." Dianna decided she ought to call Jane. If she was able to reach Jane, Jane could go over and ask Dot if she wanted to come. They only lived a few blocks from each other. She dialed Jane's number.
Her mind wandered as she waited for Jane's phone to ring. Finally it began to ring. If Jane wasn't home- But she was! Dianna heard the receiver click.
"Jane?" Dianna asked.
"Yes!" came Jane's answer.
"I'm so glad I got you," Dianna began. "I've tried to ring Dot three times this morning and I wanted to invite her, too-"
"Dianna! Slow down. What are you so excited about?" Jane interrupted.
Dianna tried to calm down a little. "Jane, remember that last bridge party we had?"
"Oh, you mean those games we played?" Jane said.
Dianna was glad that Jane seemed to be on the same wave length. She didn't feel like having to hedge about what she had in mind for her party that afternoon. But she also didn't want to be too bold.
"Ye-s-s-s, I was sort of thinking of those. What I had in mind was having you and Dot and Mary over this afternoon to share a few surprises," said Dianna.
Jane was intrigued.
"Those surprises wouldn't be new people, would they?" said Jane.
"How did you guess?"
"Well," Jane explained, "I saw an ad in Free 'n Easy-you. know ... "
"You mean-"
"I almost didn't notice it, Di. Because, well ... "
"You'd placed one yourself this time?"
Dianna opened the drawer of the telephone table. She pulled out her copy of the magazine.
"Where ... " Then Dianna found the ad all by herself. "You're ... of course!" She was laughing. "You're the bouncing twenty-seven year old in the ad two places above mine! How could I have missed it?"
Jane was amused, too. "It's really a coincidence that you called me, Di, because I was going to call you today."
By the time they both finished explaining, it was clear that both of them resorted to placing an ad in the magazine for the same reason: they both felt shy about proposing AC/DC in a swinging scene with friends. They thought it would be easier to place an ad and seek out someone with similar desires.
"But what are friends for?" asked Jane.
"Right," said Dianna. "And you know, everything is working out so perfectly I can't believe it. The party this afternoon is a fantasy of mine. I had a fantasy about all of us girls ... being together, you know?"
"Oh Di!" said Jane. "Am I making you tell me all the surprises?"
"I'm not going to tell you all of them now, Jane," said Dianna, "since it's so clear that we both want to do the same thing. Imagine going to all that trouble to advertise when all we had to do was just be direct and ask each other!"
"You know Di, you said you wanted to call Dot, didn't you? That means you want to include her in the party, doesn't it?" said Jane.
"I thing she'll be interested,' don't you?" said Dianna.
"I hope she is," Jane responded. "It's funny, but I like Dot in a way, don't you?"
"Oh Jane, why don't you come right out and say it? You want to get your finger up her sweet little golden cunt, don't you?"
"Dianna, it sounds like you're getting into one of your moods," Jane chided.
"You bet I am! Want me to tell you another one of the surprises?" Dianna teased her.
"Of course!" said Jane.
Jane was already feeling a burning sensation in her pussy beneath her shortie nightgown. She slid her hand under the transparent nylon, watching her fingers move toward the dark triangle of her pussy.
She was thinking of Dot while Dianna told her of some of the games she had planned. At last she could be with Dot! Talking to Dianna was really making her feel sexy. Jane decided to let Dot know about her feelings as soon as she went over to see her to tell her about Dianna's party. Possibly she arid Dot could even do something before they went. After all, if Dot could be persuaded to get into it, think of all the positions they could use with Dot's knowledge of yoga!
Jane, like Dot, was an outdoor sort of girl. Like the other housewives in their circle she had the usual problem: her husband was away a lot. Right now he was home, however. He was downstairs, getting his papers together. He was an insurance adjuster like Dot's husband, Dan. They worked for the same company. Jane was pretty sure he wouldn't come upstairs before he left. He probably thought she was still sleeping and wouldn't come up to kiss her goodbye. For once she was glad for that. He wouldn't interrupt her conversation with Dianna.
But Tony had heard the phone ring and he was outside the door to the bedroom now, listening to Jane's conversation with Dianna. It didn't take him long to come to the conclusion that he ought to take the afternoon off from work and look in on that bridge party.
Tony Miller wasn't at all surprised to hear Jane telling her friend about her secret wish to have sex with a girl. He and Jane had placed the ad in order to get into a scene like that. And Tony had favored it because he felt he had gotten the best part of the deal, watching Jane get it from another women and then being able to fuck both of them. He'd looked forward to seeing his wife's dark hair spread out like a fan behind her head on the pillow, some girl's face lowering to hers to kiss her, their breasts meeting.
From his physical appearance, Tony Miller didn't look like the kind of guy who thought about things like that. He looked like a football lineman-broad shouldered, craggy face, tough. A woman who didn't know him might have assumed that the only thing he was interested in was jamming his dick into a cunt with a few murderous thrusts. But Tony wasn't at all like that. He had strong hands but could use them gently. For a moment he thought that maybe it wasn't such a good thing that Jane would be experimenting with women. Wasn't he soft enough with her? He tried to shrug his doubts off. He was thinking that perhaps the party could be turned into the biggest orgy any of them had ever been to.
Tony listened some more. Jane was speaking.
" ... her name is Helen?" Jane was asking Dianna. From just outside the door Tony could tell that his wife was frigging herself while she spoke on the phone.
Tony didn't think he should stand there much longer. He didn't want to be detected. He was getting some ideas on his own. Dot's husband, Dan ... he'd heard Jane mention Dot so he was sure she must be going to the party, too. Dan was coming in on an evening plane. It was easy enough for Tony to remember that since they worked for the same company. So Dan would be coming in. Maybe he could get in touch with him through their office in Chicago and he could tell him to take an early afternoon flight. Jane was talking about someone named Mary, but Tony didn't know her husband. That was too bad. Her husband probably would have like to have crashed the party, too.
" ... and she actually works there? Dianna, she must know so much!"
Tony didn't know who Jane was talking about now, but it sounded like Dianna was going to have a full house of hot little pussies. It was something that couldn't be missed!
Quietly, Tony retreated down the hall and went down the stairs. He could still hear Jane's voice in the distance as she talked with Dianna. He could also hear the bed bumping against the wall. Jane must be sprawled on the bed, her nightie off, her hand working on her cunt.
God, he thought, that bitch loves to screw herself. You'd think she didn't have enough cock to satisfy her. He laughed. And you'd think that she'd never been laid each time I fuck her with all that screaming and jumping around and all that hot spew her pussy shoots out around my prick.
As he came down the stairs, Tony laughed again. He had just learned a new lesson about what little girls were made of. When the husbands crashed the party, they'd show the girls what little boys were made of. If the girls wanted cock then they'd get so much they'll feel like they're smothering on hard, throbbing cock meat.
Tony couldn't wait. He loved to fuck Jane, but even more exciting to him at this stage of the game was to see Jane getting fucked by another man-seeing some other guy's hard cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. And now it looked like he was going to get his chance to see it.
Chapter Nine
When Dianna hung up the phone after speaking to Jane she felt exuberant. She was positive that she had practically seduced Jane over the phone. She had never done that with Jane before, although she sometimes did it with Mary. But best of all, Jane actually knew what she wanted!
Her thoughts were in a whirl. Dianna reminded herself that there was still one other thing she had to do. Then there would be the house cleaning, getting the place ready. All she had to do was call Mary-
"I almost forgot! The mailman!"
She decided she would only have time to write him a quick note. And his sister!
Dianna was wearing her bathrobe. Even though she wasn't wearing anything under it she didn't want to waste any time frigging-herself when such sexy things were in store. That was why she began the invitation to Peter and his sister by explaining that she had no time to spare this morning.
That's a good, direct way to begin, Dianna said to herself. She felt she had achieved so much already by being direct ...
When Peter saw that the red metal flag was up on Dianna's mailbox, he knew there was something inside. His heart leapt. He pulled up to the box. He didn't have any mail for Dianna today but it certainly looked like she had mail for him.
And there it was!
When Peter pulled down the door of the mailbox he saw there was only one small envelope inside, addressed to him. He fished it out, glancing up toward Dianna's house. He thought he could see Dianna up there behind the window. Was she watching him?
For a moment Peter got scared. What if she had suspected that he had been reading her mail? What if instead of an invitation the little envelope contained an accusation and-
Peter tore the small envelope open. His heart was pounding as his eyes read the brief note:
Dear Peter,
I'm sorry, but I haven't got time to give you coffee. But I wish I did. Will you forgive me? I have to get ready for a bridge party this afternoon. Do you remember I once asked you if you wanted to come to one of our bridges and bring your sister? Her name is Rita, isn't it? Would you like to come this afternoon?
Don't worry, bridge isn't the only game we'll play. All of us like party games. And I know just the one you'd enjoy. You'll come, won't you? Come and be the mailman for all of us!
Peter thought it was a pretty weird invitation. But it was totally good news. It had started out so coolly and ended with such a clear offer. But Dianna was like that, earthy and basic.
Goddamn! thought Peter, slapping his forehead. It's just like one of her fucking letters!
Peter had to laugh. The invitation was like a souvenir of his daily excursions into Dianna's mail. He could hardly wait to go get Rita.
Then he noticed there was something scribbled on the back of the envelope:
You can R.S.V.P. by honking your horn if you're going to come this afternoon at three o'clock. I'll be standing in the window, waiting.
And there she was! Peter could see her standing to the side by the curtain behind the large bay window twenty feet away. She waved. She was naked. Her waving made her tits swing together and bounce apart. Peter's hand was down hard on the horn; the sound split his ears like an air-raid siren.
Three o'clock. Peter didn't think he'd be able to finish his route, get home and pick up Rita, and be back at Dianna's house on time. Some of the mail would just have to wait an extra day. He wasn't going to be one minute late!
Peter arrived home at around two-thirty. He braked the pick-up and jumped out, leaving the engine running. But he was only halfway up the walk when Rita burst out the screen door.
"We're going?" she said, trying to catch her breath.
"I've got the invitation right here!" Peter said, glad to see how happy it made her.
Rita grabbed the note from Dianna, her eyes racing over the words.
"Oh Petie, I can't be-lieeeeeeeeve it!" she cried, locking her arms around his neck and swinging against him.
"Careful! What about Ma and Dad? You don't want them to catch on-"
"Petie! They've been fucking all morning and they're still going at it! It looks like we've taken years off their lives," Rita exclaimed.
"Jesus Christ! They may both drop dead from the rediscovery!" Peter laughed. Sex sure did run in the family, he thought.
Rita had her arm around his waist as they walked toward the truck.
"Petie, will you play with me on the way? Sort of get me ready?" Rita whispered.
Peter smiled.
Rita put her panties back on as they pulled into the driveway that led up to Dianna's house. Three other cars were already parked in the yard. Rita saw that one of them had a St. Louis license number. That would be Helen's car. She was interested in seeing what Helen was like.
All I know about her is what Peter remembered from her letter to Dianna. Think of all the things she probably knows since she works for that magazine! That fascinated Rita. She hoped to learn many things today.
But Rita knew she should remember to act like a lady when they knocked on the door. She had spent hours making herself up for the party, being careful not to use too much lipstick or eye shadow, succeeding in creating just the right effect. She had perfumed herself in all the right places. Being with girls, she wanted to have someone of her own sex sniff out the places where she was most sensitive and receive their kisses there.
Peter was pressing the doorbell, but the door was already opening. There was Dianna.
"Come in! You're exactly on time. And you must be ... Rita. Hi. I'm Dianna," their hostess glowed, extending her hand warmly to Rita. Rita took it in both of her own. The next thing she knew she was holding Dianna, kissing her cheek.
"Petie's told me all about you!" said Rita, explaining.
"Well, why don't we have Petie join us then?" said Dianna as she reached out to Rita's brother. All three of them joined together in a hug. But Peter felt as though he was there a little illegally. He knew more about Dianna and this party than she thought he did. However, Rita was paving the way, taking everything in the right direction. This was supposed to be mainly a girls' scene, he remembered. He knew he should remain in the background as much as possible-until they were ready for him.
Rita and Dianna continued holding hands as they walked into the living room. Peter was surprised that they felt so at ease with one another so soon.
Then Peter was suddenly aware that they were in the living room and introductions were being made. Dianna was passing Rita around in front of Mary. He wondered if Rita would let on that she knew about Mary's escapades with him. But Rita handled it well.
She was warm and radiant and had clearly chosen to be with Dianna. Rita was drawing Dianna close to her as she shook hands with Helen.
"Give me a little kiss," said Helen in a light voice.
Helen looked like a pixie to Rita. She was so willowy, the features of her face diminutive, her hair cut in a gamine style.
"All right," said Rita, not at all unwilling. She leaned over, bringing her lips up against Helen's soft cheek. She felt her nostrils filling with the fragrance of Helen's perfume.
Rita wondered where Dot and Jane were, but she couldn't ask about them. After all, she wasn't even supposed to know that they were coming.
There was a silence in the room for a while. Peter was almost afraid that it was going to last too long. Abruptly Rita piped up in a high voice, "I don't know anything about bridge, but would anybody like to play strip poker?"
The silence was broken. Dianna, Helen, Mary and Rita were all laughing. Peter was joining in.
"Now that's what I call frankness," said Helen. "It sure works, doesn't it?" she added, giving Rita a pat on the ass. Rita rolled her hips and hiked her ass backwards. Everyone laughed again.
"Say, we don't have to sit around this damn card table," said Dianna. "Let's move the furniture and we can sit oh the floor and make ourselves comfortable. Anybody like some drinks?"
Within a half-hour most of the barriers were down. Peter found that it was best to still remain on the sidelines, however. There was so much going on.
Dianna set him at ease when she said, "Now Peter, you know how I like to let my hair down-"
"You let down more than your hair when you do!" he joked.
Helen smiled. Rita was shuffling the cards. Mary was giving Dianna an inquiring look.
"I wish Jane and Dot would get here," Dianna was saying.
"Jane and Dot?" Rita asked innocently, looking up from the cards. She was sitting right below Dianna, holding up the cards so that Dianna could cut the deck.
Dianna had trouble finding her voice. She cleared her throat. Rita was throwing her off because Rita's fingers were toying with the strap of Dianna's slipper.
"Don't be a tease," said Dianna, moving her foot away.
"I'm not teasing," said Rita, tickling her instep.
"Latecomers sometimes make a party," Helen threw out, breaking the tension. She was glad that she had driven down from the city this afternoon. But she felt like a referee in a way. All of the girls were slightly on edge. Jealousies, and feelings of hurt and misunderstanding could flare up too easily.
The strip-poker game finally started. The first hand had been dealt. They all sat there waiting, studying their cards. It was Mary who came up with a question.
"How do we play?" she said. "What are we supposed to do? Bet and-"
"Yeah, that's a problem," said Peter, deciding to take a little initiative. But it was Helen who came up with an answer.
"Why don't we just pass a card to each person, face down. Then we'll turn them over one at a time and the ones with the lowest cards will have to take something off!"
Helen knew this was the crucial moment. If anyone in the room said something negative it would mean the end of the sex party right there. But she could accept that. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. However, everyone was nodding, looking nowhere in particular, but raising no objections.
They all passed in their cards and Rita shuffled them again.
"Does anyone mind if I slip into something more comfortable?" said Dianna.
Helen felt that .Dianna was pushing things, and she found an ally in Mary who quipped, "Dianna, if you take off all your clothes now and get into something comfortable, you won't have anything to lose!
Since Helen was on the dealer's left, she turned her card over first. It was an ace of clubs. She was safe. It was Peter's turn next. He peeked at his card, groaning as he turned it over. It was a deuce. Everyone agreed that he should take something off.
They all laughed when Dianna put a record of bump-and-grind music on the stereo. When Peter stood up they all started clapping and chanting, "Take it off, take it off!" He realized how a stripper must feel with a bunch of guys staring at her. Only they were the girls and he was a guy!
Peter sat on a chair, raising his foot. He slipped his shoe off and all the girls cheered. Then he took the other shoe off the same way, and both socks, too.
They settled down and Mary turned over her card. It was a three. There was general agreement that her card was low enough to justify taking something off. Mary was really in the mood.
"Can we take underthings off first?" said Mary. "My girdle is killing me!"
"Mary, why in heaven's name did you wear a girdle?" asked Dianna.
"None of you know what it's like just after you have a kid. Your tummy stays all puffy for a long time and-"
"I kind of like your big belly," Peter intervened, leaning back on his arms and looking at her through narrowed eyes.
Mary flushed. She stood up, pulling her dress up to her waist. The music was still playing. The clapping started again. But they weren't chanting "take it off." They didn't need to. Mary was wriggling and struggling to get her girdle down, trying to throw in a few bumps with her hips.
"Oh, damn this thing!" she swore. Dianna and Rita laughed at that. Helen didn't join in. She didn't understand the joke. The girls were amused because Peter always swore at the buttons of his fly with just the tone Mary was using.
"Free at last!" cried Mary, pushing down her girdle as she bent over. Peter caught a glimpse of Mary's reddish cunt hair. He remembered Mary's red hair from the times he'd eaten her. He hadn't done it to her for weeks and he thought that before long he would be making up for lost time.
Peter was beginning to wonder when the fucking would start and who he would take on first. He was lucky he hadn't made up his list yet, though, because Dot and Jane arrived right at that moment. Their entrance added the essential ingredient to the party which had been missing. They walked into the house with their arms around each other, giggling and playing with each other's tits.
"What we've discovered together this afternoon?" said Jane.
Peter wished he could disappear. He was sure that as soon as Jane saw there was a strange man in the room she would be embarrassed. She hadn't noticed him yet. She continued to bubble.
"What we've been missing-"
Jane's eyes fell on Peter. Dianna quickly explained.
"Peter Manners, this is Jane Miller."
There was a familiar look in Jane's eyes. Peter knew exactly what that look meant, even though he'd only just met her.
Dianna clapped her hands together. "Oh, Jane, don't you understand? We're going to play post office and he's the mailman!"
All six girls gave Peter a round of applause. He even felt that he had to stand up and take a little bow.
The strip-poker game was abandoned.
However, post office wasn't the next game they played.
Jane and Dot made themselves comfortable and before long Peter's presence wasn't making them self-conscious.
Jane was soon explaining how her conversation on the phone with Dianna had been impossible to come down from. When she had gone to see Dot and found her sunbathing, one thing led to another.
"And in the end we were talking about things to do this afternoon!" said Dot, laughing. Dot found herself slipping her arm around Dianna's shoulders, drawing her close. But Jane was still almost in her lap. She had been feeling Jane up so much that her hand naturally slipped inside of Dianna's blouse and searched for one of those upturned nipples.
"What were ... some of the things you thought of?" said Dianna, her voice sounding small and childlike as Dot's fingers stroked the erect nipple inside her bra.
"Telephone!" said Jane, freeing herself from Dot's embrace. Playing with Dot had been fun, but having a guy present opened up new possibilities for her. She wanted to set things rotating.
Dot was smiling.
"What we have to do is be in a circle, just like we are now," Jane explained. ''Now I'll whisper something in Dot's ear and then she'll whisper it in Dianna's ear and so on, around the circle, ending up with Peter!"
All the girls' eyes were on him. Peter saw the flushed faces, the eagerness in their lips. Jane was already whispering in Dot's ear. Peter had a funny feeling that those two, Jane and Dot, had something up their sleeves.
He was right! He saw that while Jane was whispering, her hand was sliding under her own dress. Jane was sitting with her legs under her and Peter saw her lift her thigh slightly. She was covering her action carefully, but it was really turning him on! Now Dot was whispering in Dianna's ear. He saw Dianna blush. He'd never seen her blush before. It made her look not just younger but like a naughty little girl. There was mischief in her eyes as she turned to whisper the message in Rita's ear.
Rita was taking advantage of the game for her own ends. She pressed her head up against Dianna's so that Dianna's lips grazed her ear. The older woman's tongue came out, licking lightly, persuasively. Then her hot whispering came in Rita's ear.
"This is a special message. I'm putting my finger in my pussy while I'm whispering to you, and I'm not supposed to let anyone else see me do it," Dianna finished.
Rita's nipples were instantly erect. She was supposed to do that? And whisper while she told it to Helen?
She turned away from Dianna. Helen was leaning close, waiting. Rita bent forward, her will quavering. But then she remembered. The message had started with Jane. Jane and Dot and Dianna had already done it. She didn't want to break the chain.
"I'm ... I'm putting my finger ... in my pussy while ... while I'm whispering to you," Rita said to Helen. And she was doing it, lifting her leg a little so she could get her finger up in between the lips of her cunt. Helen's strong arm was behind her, helping her to bear the intense excitement. Rita was trembling.
Now it was Helen's turn to pass on the message. But the only one left was Peter!
Peter dropped his head to the side as Helen bent her head down. "I'm putting my hand on my cock while I'm talking to you!" Helen said loudly and everyone burst out laughing.
Peter looked around, giving all of them a grin.
"If I didn't have these damn buttons, I would put my hand on my dick!" he announced. "I think it's time-"
"For post office!" cried Dianna, extracting her hand from under her dress.
Peter suggested, "How about if the letters I carry are panties?"
"Peter, you're very much into panties, aren't you?" said Dianna suggestively.
"You bet your sweet pussy he is," said Helen.
Peter stood there, surveying the scene. All of the women were giggling, reaching their hands up under their skirts and dresses. Everywhere there were thighs coming together, colored panties coming into view as anxious hands drew them down. He saw that Dot's were pink and Jane's were white. That was something to remember.
The six pairs of panties in the middle of the circle formed a small pile.
"Now, we ought to put them in a mailbag," Peter began.
"But where will the post office be?" asked Dot.
"How about the bedroom?" said Dianna, laughing. There wasn't a single objection to that.
Chapter Ten
Dot volunteered to let her purse be the mailbag. It was a large brown leather handbag. She dumped its contents onto the chair and everything slid off the chair onto the floor.
"Ooops! I forgot-"
Dot pushed something back into her bag. Peter thought the object looked like End of a large white plastic flashlight.
"Come on," said Dianna. "What did you bring that you didn't want us to see yet?"
Dot didn't say anything. Dianna's suspicions were confirmed when Dot drew out the candlestick-shaped cordless vibrator again. So Dot had one of her own!
"What's that?" said Mary, interested.
Dot tossed the vibrator onto the chair. "Oh, something for later. But let's get on with the game," she said, tossing her now-empty purse to Peter.
Peter had the pleasure of being able to pick up the panties and put them into the handbag. There was a blue pair, and a yellow pair that he recognized as Rita's. The pink pair belonged to Dot and the white pair belonged to Jane. The other two pairs of underwear were both black.
All the girls clamored for Peter to close his eyes and pick a "letter." Peter obeyed, his cock already so hard in his fly that he couldn't wait to get those damn buttons out of the way.
Dianna held the bag in front of him. Peter took a quick peek before he reached in. He wanted to make sure that he got the right ones.
Slowly his hand came out of the bag. Everyone was laughing. Peter opened his eyes.
In his hands were a pair of white panites. But they had gotten tangled up with the pink ones!
"Fate!" someone giggled.
"Now that's what I call a real coincidence!" said Helen.
Dot and Jane exchanged looks. It really was prophetic that their panties had gotten tangled together.
"Do you think you can deliver two at once?" said Dot, looking at Peter with a calculating eye. Peter unfastened his belt.
"Well, I'm the mailman and according to these addresses," he said, holding out the panties, "I've got something for you!" Then he turned to Jane. "And I have something for you, too. Want to come with me and get it?"
Peter held out a hand to each of them. Dot's head was reeling. This was all so unreal. Jane was taking Peter's hand. His strong fingers were closing over Dot's, too. Dot felt caught up in something beyond her ability to control. All the other girls expected her to go along with this-and the strangest thing was that she wanted to. She laughed, finally feeling sexy toward Peter. All of her playing with Jane that day had caused her to be unaffected by Peter until now. But now a strong man-scent surrounded him, and there was confidence in his hands. Dot found her arm touching Jane's as they embraced Peter together.
They were almost to the door off the living room which led to a bedroom.
By the time the three of them reached the door and turned to confront the other, both Dot and Jane were stroking Peter's cock. Together they had unfastened the troublesome buttons. Peter's swollen balls were in Jane's hand; Dot's fist was closed over the head of his dick. Peter just grinned at the girls who were left behind.
"The post office is open for business," said Peter as he was literally dragged into the bedroom by Dot and Jane.
The three of them fell onto the bed, forgetting the others in the living room. Peter groaned.
"What's wrong?" said Jane. "Don't you think you'll be able to make it?"
"Not as long as you two are both going at my cock at the same time!" said Peter. "Let me give you two a little. Like to have a pussy rubdown?"
Dot and Jane were already struggling to raise their skirts. Peter stuck his hand between Dot's tan thighs. Her cunt was hot and slippery, the slickness of her cunt juices almost felt like oil.
"Jesus Christ!" he moaned.
Jane's cunt was waving at him, just him to stick his fingers in between those glistening red lips. Peter didn't know where to keep his eyes, which pussy to look at. He was hardly aware that the two girls were taking his pants down, removing his shorts. Their hands were all over his loins, fingers touching and then departing from his asshole, a hand holding his hard cock. He wondered if one of them would go down on him and-
Christ! he thought. They're both going to go down on my cock!
Jane sucked the head of his dick into her mouth, her tongue flicking over it lightly.
Dot, Dot, Dot, Jane was thinking, realizing that all she had to do was lift her face up from Peter's dick to receive her kiss. Peter's fingers in her cunt were urging her on. Their lips met. They passed Peter's cock back and forth between their mouths, their tongues meeting first on one side and then on the other of his thick circumference. Then such delight when both their tongues traveled over the top of his prick. Their lips joined, sealing his cock between them. Their mouths were filled with saliva, drenching his cock in wet warmth.
Dot and Jane were making so much noise with their mouths on Peter's prick that the four other girls in the next room could hear everything.
There was a silence in the living room. Helen, Dianna, Rita and Mary were hot. Mary was sitting in a chair. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. Without her panties on, the wetness from her cunt was already spreading all over the insides of her thighs. From where she was sitting she could even catch a few glimpses of what was happening in the bedroom. She ached to be in there, getting some of that big cock herself.
"Well," said Mary finally, "here we are, waiting." She felt exasperated. She uncrossed her legs. Helen was watching her. She knew that Helen must have seen up her dress at that moment, but she returned Helen's stare boldly. That was why Mary didn't hear Rita's suggestion that they play spin the bottle.
But Dianna heard the game proposed. She was surprised. That was a game that she herself had almost suggested. But her main motive was to get close to Rita again. She liked being close to Rita. If they played spin the bottle-
"Say, that's a good idea," Dianna said loudly. She succeeded in distracting the others from what was going on in the bedroom.
"What was that?" asked Mary, dropping her eyes from Helen's gaze.
"Rita just had an idea," said Dianna. "She suggested we play spin the bottle."
"Oh," said Mary, feeling a little lost. She was halfway through crossing her legs again before she remembered that Helen was still watching her. She paused.
"What the hell!" said Mary. "Why not?" She kept her legs uncrossed, and spread apart. Helen could see all she wanted.
When Rita asked where they could get a bottle, it was Dianna who suggested an additional variation.
"Why not use that vibrator Dot brought?" said Dianna.
"Oh Dianna, come off it!" said Mary. "I bet you have one of your own!"
Dianna found herself admitting that she did.
"You don't need to give us any bullshit," said Rita. "You know, the funny thing about being with girls is that you don't have to go through the same little games you do with guys."
Dianna felt she had learned something.
"Go ahead, spin it," said Helen, more than approving of the turn that things had taken. "And Dianna," Helen went on, "why don't you demonstrate how that thing works on whomever it points to? That would be better than, stealing a kiss, wouldn't it?"
Dianna was looking at Rita. "But can't I have the kiss, too?" she asked.
The four of them laughed, feeling relieved. When the smooth head of the vibrator stopped spinning and came to a standstill, pointing straight at Rita, everyone became quiet. Again the only sounds to be heard were the ones coming from the bedroom.
Dot and Jane had taken Peter's clothes off in a way that had made him wish that he'd worn his whole uniform, cap and all! They had licked and sucked every inch of his skin as they exposed it. He didn't know whether to laugh or shout with pleasure. Neither of them seemed to be able to get enough of him. He figured that was because they had fooled around with each other so much before the party that they were in the mood to be reminded of the good things about the difference between the sexes.
Peter had let the girls do what they liked in the beginning. But now he wanted to get his aching cock into Jane's hot pussy. Jane was really into sucking on one of Dot's tits. Dot was holding the other woman's head, moaning.
He rose, positioning Jane's hips. Jane was hunched down on Dot now, her ass in the air. When Peter's dick thrust into her she bit Dot's nipple. Dot cried out. Jane's mouth was stuffed with Dot's soft boob. Her face ground against the tanned girl's tits' as Peter thrust into her cunt from behind, again and again.
"Give me some! Give me some!" said Dot softly, pulling Jane down on top of herself.
Peter was riding above both of the girls while Dot and Jane squirmed and wriggled on each other. He felt his cock falling out of Jane when she spread her thighs and wrapped her legs around Dot.
Peter took his dick in his hand, aiming it down. He could feel Dot lifting beneath Jane, her pussy calling to him. He jammed his dick home, feeling the difference between Jane's yielding cunt and the muscular tightness of Dot's hole. She was squeezing his cock unmercifully with her strong vaginal muscles. She seemed to make something pulse high up in her passage, the clutching passing slowly from the head of his prick and down along every inch of its engorged length. Someone's hands were playing with his balls. He yelled, pounding his dick deeper into Dot.
Jane was shaking her head, her cheeks moving steadily back and forth between the mounds of Dot's tits.
It was Dot's hand that had been playing with his nuts. It was her strong fingers that were bending the thick circumference of his cock back, pulling him out of her until just the head of his cock was wedged between her dark brown labia, pressed hard on her erect clit.
"Come on down, Janie, come on down," Dot moaned.
Jane was struggling beneath him, moving down on top of Dot until her firm mound met the other girl's. Jane dropped her thighs, slipping a little further downward. Peter straightened. The base of his dick was rubbing against Jane's asshole and Jane's clit was right on top of Dot's. The two girls were thrashing about.
"Hold me tight!" gasped Jane.
Peter saw Dot's arms tighten around the other girl. Jane's hands were on his cock now, guiding him back into Dot.
"You can have it now, Janieeee. Take it now and I'll hold you!" Dot cried.
Jane was slipping Peter's cock out of Dot's pussy, her fingers spreading Dot's labia far apart. With a wet sucking noise the head of Peter's dick came out of Dot's hole. But Peter felt the coolness of the air on his burning organ for only a moment. Jane was lifting his cock up, flexing her buns and begging him to go in. Peter didn't hesitate. He drove into Jane so hard this time that she howled. She was rocking on top of Dot, their clits mashed together. Peter had his arms around both of them. All three of them were gasping and straining.
The sounds and cries coming from the bedroom increased the fever pitch in the living room.
"Do you want me to be with you?" said Dianna as she sat close to Rita.
For once Rita was at a loss for words. All she could do was nod her head. She had already taken off all of her clothes. Dianna had asked her to do that. And now Dianna was right next to her. Dianna had removed her clothes as well. Rita felt a little strange because Helen and Mary were sitting nearby, watching.
No, that isn't true, Rita told herself. They're watching each other. Rita noticed that Mary had pulled her skirt higher up her thighs. The woman's hand rested loosely between her legs. Rita realized that Mary was able to see what Peter and the two girls were doing in the bedroom. No wonder she can't keep her hand out of her box! Rita thought.
Dianna held the vibrator in her hand.
"Would you like me to touch you ... here ... with it?" Dianna was asking Rita. She was holding the vibrator just above one of the nipples of Rita's tits. Rita settled back on her arms. The vibrator followed her nipple, moving closer. Rita watched, fascinated, when the instrument touched her breast. It was as though an electric finger was tracing the cone-shaped nipple.
"Ohhh, Dianna, do it some more!" Rita moaned.
"Do you want me to cum with you?" said Dianna, whispering in her ear.
"Yes! Yes!" said Rita. Dianna's hand went lower with the vibrator. Her groping fingers found Rita's small cunt mound. When the head of the vibrator met the lips of Rita's pussy, Rita-sighed and went limp in Dianna's arms. Dianna had already lubricated the device. The top part slid easily into Rita's hole. Rita's head was on Dianna's breasts. Dianna could feel the younger girl's lips, her hot tongue darting back and forth along the side of her tit. Dianna held her breast with her free hand, pushing it against Rita's face, letting her know that she wanted her to suck it. Rita did. It was the sweetest mouthful she had ever had.
Across the room from Dianna and Rita, Helen had been watching Mary, watching the way the red-haired girl had slowly fallen under the spell of the fucking going on in the bedroom. She knew Mary was hardly aware of what Rita and Dianna were up to on the floor, hardly aware that her hand had started moving between her legs. Helen was sure that Mary didn't know she had started frigging herself. Helen decided to give her a hand.
Helen got up from her seat on the couch. For one long appreciative moment she watched the way Dianna was doing Rita with the vibrator. It was a beautiful in-and-out sliding motion with a twist that Dianna delivered with her wrist at the top and the bottom of each penetration and withdrawal. Helen envied Rita.
"Eat me, Jane! Eat me while he fucks me!" came Dot's imploring cry from the bedroom.
"Eat me, eat me, eat me," Mary was murmuring to herself, her eyes fixed on the door leading to the bedroom. She could see that Dot was almost off the bed. Peter was coming into her from behind and Jane was on the floor below the two of them. Jane was on her knees, her face buried in the golden hair of Dot's cunt. Mary was wishing so much that someone would eat her, too. But she felt her hand in her own pussy was doing such a good job. Her finger almost felt like-no! That wasn't her finger!
Mary looked down into Helen's smiling face. Helen's tongue was poking out. Its tip was exactly on top of Mary's pulsing clit. Mary felt herself blushing. She almost stammered something while Helen deepened the stroking with her tongue.
Mary extracted her hand from her pussy. She was letting Helen take over. Helen's eyes told her that she wanted to eat her just as much as Mary wanted to be eaten.
"Go ahead, watch," said Helen softly to Mary. "Watch and I'll do you!"
Mary placed her hand behind Helen's head. Her fingers dug into the woman's short hair. Helen's small face was dipping between Mary's thighs, her tongue licking while her lips sucked at Mary's labia. Mary settled back in the chair, lifting her legs up off the floor. She released Helen's head, putting an arm around each of her thighs to spread herself totally open to Helen's experienced oral kiss. Helen's tongue slithered between her labia. One second that probing tip was delving into her twat and the next it was swirling around her clit. Mary almost forgot to look around.
The first thing she saw wasn't the action in the bedroom, however. It was Dianna and Rita.
So they really got into it, too! Mary said to herself. But she wasn't at all surprised. That young girl, Peter's sister, was a hot number. Rite was begging Dianna to give her her cunt to suck on while Dianna did her with the vibrator. It made Mary gasp with the spasm of her first orgasm.
"I'm cuming, Dot! Cummmmmm with mee! He's shooting it all inside me! Ohhhh Dot! Yes! Ohhh goddd!" In the bedroom the bed was thumping against the wall from the force of Peter's fucking.
Mary's eyes were filled with tears. Helen was moving her tongue in and out of her hole fast, her lips opening her labia and then closing them. Mary felt her thighs trembling as she started to cum again. Jane was in there with Peter. She could see them. Dot was in between. The three of them were standing, their bodies writhing like a massive snake. Jane was crying out for more of Peter's cock.
Rita felt like screaming as she reached her climax. She could hear Peter cuming at almost the same moment. She heard his rasping growl when he shot off. But it didn't drown out the sound that Dianna made as she crouched on Rita. Rita's cheeks puffed out. Her tongue dove back into Dianna's hot moist pussy.
Tony Miller was waiting with his car at the airport when the flight from St. Louis touched down.
But he was surprised when Dan got off the plane with Paul Johnson. Paul was Dianna's husband.
With very few words Tony explained the situation to Dan and Paul. Dan's reaction was to laugh. He and Dot had been through quite a few scenes before, but he never thought she would go out and do something on her own. Especially not with another girl.
"It's a party, don't you see?" said Tony. "Jane was talking to Dianna on the phone. Dianna told Jane that there would be all kinds of surprises. I bet we'll be the biggest surprise of all!" said Tony.
Paul was not unhappy about the situation either. He and Dan both agreed that Tony's plan was a good one. They wouldn't be able to reach Morriston until dark, but if the party was still going on they'd join in. They weren't out to spoil the party; they wanted to make it better.
When Peter, Dot and Jane finally staggered into the living room, their arms around each other, they burst out laughing at what they saw. Rita, Dianna, Mary and Helen had finally all gotten together. They were in a pile in the middle of the room. From somewhere out of sight came the sound of the vibrator.
Soon everyone was laughing. But now that things had gotten started, everyone was in the mood for another game.
"How about blind man's bluff?" said Dot, giggling. She didn't have to explain the idea behind the game at all. It was decided that Peter would put on a blindfold.
"Now I'll turn you around and ... you get aimed," Dot began. There were eager sounds of approval as Peter's cock flexed to erection.
"Get into whatever hole you come across," said Dot into Peter's ear.
He could feel Dot's firm hands turning him around and around. He was almost dizzy. He could feel her hand on his cock. There was a breathless silence in the room. Dot made him stand still. He sensed that there was something warm only a short distance away from the head of his dick.
"Well, here goes!" he said. He lurched forward, plunging his cock into whatever was radiating so hotly.
Mary yelled. "Ohh. Do that again!" she cried, not caring who heard. She was horny for a cock. She needed to be fucked, filled up, stuffed.
"New turn! New turn!" the other girls scolded.
Peter took the blindfold off. They were all down on their hands and knees, their asses up in the air. And he was in the center of the circle with all of those pleasing pussies confronting him. Peter stepped back, his large cock sliding out of Mary's cunt. He didn't want a blindfold on for this! Rita was next to Mary. He slammed into her once, hearing her moan of pleasure. Then he moved on to Helen. He went into her more slowly. She was pulling his cock into her twat slowly. He wondered if she'd ever been fucked in the ass. He decided to do it next time around. His hands squeezed her buns. He gave her a gentle thrush and she whimpered in response.
Dianna was next. Peter had Helen's tight little asshole on his mind when he pried Dianna's buns apart. He went for her ass, that hot squeezing little ass. After that it was Jane's cunt. It was still squishing wet with all the cum he'd poured into her in the bedroom.
Peter had gone around the circle twice before some of the girls began to complain that it was taking too long and the turns weren't long enough!
"I know a game that's fun to play in the dark!" said Rita.
"It's always you who comes up with something," said Dianna, playing with Rita's tits.
"You bet," said Rita. Then she continued. "We keep all of the lights off in the house and then Petie hides. Then we go find him. But best of all," she said, opening her legs suggestively, "when we find him we fuck ourselves to pieces with him!"
The other girls were delighted with the idea. Whoever found Peter first would be the luckiest.
Peter decided that he shouldn't hide in an obvious place. That wouldn't be any fun. He finally decided that the best place was one that he remembered well-the bathroom.
Peter left the living room and walked down the dark hallway. Quietly he opened the bathroom door. He closed it behind him and quickly crossed to the shower and pulled open the plastic curtain. It would be out of .this world under the shower!
Outside the house a car pulled up. Its lights were dimmed. Three men got out of the car, The husbands had arrived, but the wives didn't know it. If Peter had known of their arrival he would have been scared shitless.
Tony, Paul and Dan went around to the back of the house. They entered the kitchen. They had one last hushed conference.
"Shhhh, don't you hear it?" said Paul.
"I don't hear anything," said Dan.
"That's just it! It's as silent as a tomb," said Paul.
"Do you think the party's over?" said Dan.
"I think it's just starting," said Paul. "They must be up to something. Maybe they've gotten together in couples in different rooms. This is a big house, you know."
"Why don't we split up and check it out?" said Tony. "I know your place pretty well ... "
One at a time the three men passed from the kitchen into the living room.
The room was empty.
The husbands divided up. Paul went to check the bedroom just off the living room. Dan went towards the other rooms on the ground floor and Tony headed for the stairs.
It was Paul who found someone first. Actually, it wasn't he who found Rita, it was Rita who found him. Since there was only one man in the house so far as Rita knew, she thought she had found Peter.
"You sure hid in an obvious place, Petie," said Rita in a low voice.
Paul didn't say anything. Her hands were fumbling with his fly.
"What did you put your clothes back on for?" said Rita. "Oh, there's a zipper. Don't tell me you put on her husband's pants!"
Rita was already going down on her knees. "Petie, I know your cock's had a real workout already ... I'll suck on it easy ... "
Rita was thinking that Peter's dick was a bit larger than usual. And she had never felt it so heavy in her hand when she took it out. She didn't have to lick him much at all; he didn't need any stimulation because he was already hard.
"Petie, you lover. You still have tons of cum left, don't you? Having a good time?" she said, pressing the swollen dick between her pointed tits. "This is sure a lot better than reading someone else's letters or just hearing you tell me about Dianna and Mary. God. I had such a cum with Dianna and that vibrator. Mary was watching and Helen was eating her out. You missed that, Petie, 'cause that was happening when you were in fucking Dot and Jane. Petie, are you all right?"
Paul was stretched out on the bed and that young blond haired nymph was crouching over his cock, giving it the sweetest attention it had had in a long time. He wasn't going to spoil it by asking a question about whose mail had been read or who had been fucking his wife. This was no time to ask questions.
Out in the hallway, Mary had run into Dan. She didn't make the same mistake that Rita did. She knew that Dan wasn't Peter. But by this time Mary was so anxious to have a cock inside her that she didn't care whose it was, just so long as it was long and hard.
Upstairs Helen and Dianna had been walking hand in hand when they bumped into Tony.
Bumped was the right word. When Tony felt those full yielding tits pushing up against him from either side he reached his arms out and pulled Dianna and Helen up close.
"You aren't Peter ... " Dianna began.
"Well," said Tony.
"Oh gosh," Dianna said, recognizing Tony's voice. "What are you doing here?" she cried. "It's Jane's husband," Dianna explained to Helen. Her words echoed in the silent house. Lights started going on. Someone was laughing downstairs.
"That sounds like ... Paul!" cried Dianna.
Ten minutes later everyone was in the living room.
"Feels kind of funny to have my clothes on with all of you naked," said Dan, his eyes traveling appreciatively around the room. He couldn't believe what he saw. That cute teenager with the blond hair must be the guy's girlfriend. One guy? Then there was that beautiful tall girl with the elfin eyes ... and they were all naked!
Dan started taking off his clothes. Soon Paul and Tony were doing the same thing.
Paul laughed as he stepped out of his shorts. "Heh ... what's your name? I was fucking her, Dianna, and I don't even know her name."
"That's Rita. My husband, Paul ... " Dianna made introductions all the way around. But Paul had more to say.
"Didn't you ... I mean, you said something about looking at people's mail. Have you been-"
Dianna came to the rescue. "Sure, Paul, I figured that out earlier. Peter is the mailman and, can you believe it, Rita is his sister. But what's the mail for? Wasn't this what we were trying to get at all the time?" She gestured. Paul found himself surveying his living room. It was full of naked guests, all of them ready to start fucking.
"Paul, darling, look at your cock!" said Dianna, pointing at his throbbing harden.
Everyone laughed.
Paul shrugged. "Okay, Dianna, it's our party now, yours and mine. Let's be a good host and hostess. What was that game you were playing when we came in?'
Rita gave him a friendly smile and touched her pussy hair provocatively. "That was sardine. You turn out all the lights and one person hides and everyone goes looking for him. When you find him, you ... "
"Hold it. All right, Dianna and I are going to go into our bedroom upstairs to hide. And everyone else come find us-if the bed will hold us all!"
Paul and Dianna rushed up to the bedroom. Paul pulled her onto the mattress. Dianna couldn't remember the last time he had been this aggressive. But she loved it. He moved all over her, shaking his hard cock across her pussy. She tensed and shivered. She grabbed at his hard pole and stroked it up and down.
Paul moved around her and dived into her pussy. He licked at it with a quick up and down stroke with his tongue. Dianna at the same time stuck his hard cock into her mouth and sucked down to the base.
In the next minute the parade started coming into the room, one after the other, each bearing a wild, lascivious grin. All the cocks were hard and all the pussies were open. They rolled onto the mattress and the bed heaved, nearly ready to collapse under the strain of so much heated action. But it held them and the multitude began going at each other. Hands reached up at tits and around cocks, touching, scratching, sucking at each other's genitals.
Peter watched his sister take Dan's cock into her cunt and start to suck on Tony's big prick, taking turns with Dianna, handing the prick back and forth.
Peter then stretched out on his back and let Mary climb over his face. Her pussy was oozing juice and he stuck his tongue deep inside and licked up at it.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Mary screamed. "Yes, yes, yes, suck it! Suck my hot pussy! Ahhhhhhhhh!"
He held her ass cheeks far apart and held her tight against his mouth and tongue.
Helen grabbed at his prick, meanwhile sucking on it for half a minute, then climbing up over him, straddling his cock and sinking it into her cunt.
"Ooooooooohhh!" Helen groaned.
She began to ride him frantically, hopping up and down, twisting from side to side. Peter sucked at Mary with even more intensity.
All around him men and women were groaning in orgasm. Peter sucked on, fucked on, and cried in ecstasy.