One look at the smile he flashed her told June her husband Frank had come home horny. She was expecting this. When Frank worked late and became overtired, his already-healthy sex drive increased considerably. She'd dressed for sex, a thin blouse tied tightly under her large round breasts and a wraparound skirt tied just loosely enough to let him know she wasn't wearing panties.
She was helping him relieve workday tensions, she told herself, by way of justifying her gushing sexual feelings. She could already feel sexual moisture develop on her cunt lips, and she shivered with delight at the feel of thin fabric rubbing against her thick, vividly red nipples.
Plunking his briefcase on the thick carpet, Frank closed the door behind him and immediately embraced his wife. She hugged him back, tilting her head up to lock lips with him. June felt the tip of his tongue butt against her teeth, and she opened her mouth to suck on his tongue as his hands wandered down her sides to squeeze her ass through the skirt.
They rubbed tongues for a while, then Frank stepped back. "You look really hot tonight," he said, a touch of hoarseness in his normally smooth voice.
"Oh, that's because you're really hot," she murmured, turning around quickly and shaking her hips.
Frank followed the movement of her lower body and saw the skirt part to reveal a bit of creamy white, firm, high buttock. He felt his half-hard cock move in his briefs as he watched his wife dart into the kitchen. In their bedroom, he stripped down to boxer shorts and T-shirt. He was bending over his briefcase when she emerged with their food.
"Don't tell me you brought home work," June said. "Usually, when you work late, you like to-"
"I love to, and I want to," Frank chuckled. "And no, I didn't bring home work." He fished a rather glossy-looking magazine out. "One of the guys found this at the office. You know how computer geniuses get."
"I know how one of them gets, anyway," June chuckled. "Should I throw away the key to your console here?"
"Not necessary, and please, look at this." Frank handed her the magazine.
"This is a men's magazine?" June squinted at the nearly naked couple on the cover.
"No, it's for swingers. You know, wife-swapping and all that. Orgies, too."
"Ugh." June made a face, keeping her gaze on the magazine. "I don't know what makes people do that sort of thing." She flipped through the pages, frowning deeply and hoping her stiffening nipples didn't show through her blouse.
With a grimace, she tossed it aside and wondered to herself why her sex drive had suddenly heated up. I'm not supposed to like this stuff, she thought. To Frank, she said, "I don't see what the humor is, and besides, our food's going to get cold."
Frank grinned sheepishly. "I guess guys in a high-pressure situation have their own idea about what's funny. Anyway, I'm good and hungry. We'll get a look at it later-who knows, we might actually get a laugh out of it-and then I'll just toss it out."
"Well, I'm a gal in a high-pressure situation." June gestured to the room where she maintained her home office. "Maybe it'll be funnier after dinner and some wine."
After dinner, they cleaned the dishes together. June's sex drive was still bubbling, and the bit of cock flesh she saw through the pee slit in his loose boxers made her cunt tingle. Frank slipped a hand under the folds of her skirt and squeezed a firm mound of bare buttock.
A really intense pang of lust rocked June, and she staggered as she tried to step away from him. "You almost made me drop a dish," she said. "Can't you wait?"
There was no way she could make herself sound annoyed, and Frank laughed. Withdrawing his hand, he said, "All right. You bring the wine into the living room and I'll finish up here. Okay?"
"Can't argue with that," June chuckled.
A short while later, they were seated on their couch. Frank squinted at the listings, then clicked to a new channel. Immediately, the image of a bare-breasted woman filled the screen.
"You're really into adult materials tonight," June commented. She picked up the magazine, and, frowning, started to flip through the pages.
"Just for a little variety," Frank said. Quickly, he added, "Not that what we're already doing's not fantastic."
"So, why experiment?" June kept her gaze on a shot of four naked men standing side by side. Suddenly, she imagined herself reaching out to touch their... . Quickly, she flipped the page.
"To make it even more fantastic?" Frank slid closer to her.
Before she could reply, June came to an image of a man dressed in old-fashioned ladies' clothes, quite prim and proper on top and his dick hanging down from beneath the velvet below. Giggling, she showed the picture to Frank.
"You mean, you want to look like this?"
Frank winced. "I didn't mean that fantastic. That is funny, though. See? You laughed."
On the TV screen, a well-built young man was standing in front of a kneeling, naked blonde. She was pulling down his pants, and as his penis came into view, June felt a surge in her vagina. Instinctively, without forethought, she pressed her hand down hard on Frank's thigh.
Startled, he rocked to one side and sent her hand into his groin. June gasped as she felt the stiffness beneath the cotton of his boxer shorts. Frank let out a hoarse grunt and threw his arm around her shoulders. Turning her face to his, he pressed his mouth to his wife's. June parted her teeth as he thrust his tongue between her lips, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth as she wrapped her fingers around his cotton-covered hard-on.
His prick stretched to full erection, and the head popped out from the leg of the shorts. Rubbing his tongue against June's, he untied her knotted blouse and spread it open. She made a low, murmuring sound as his hands found her large, round breasts, his sweaty palms grazing her nipples.
Releasing her grip, June leaned back and thrust her nearly naked bosom toward him. Drawing his tongue out of her mouth, Frank gently pushed her to the couch cushions. Her head propped up on the armrest, June watched as Frank flipped her skirt up. He let out a little moaning sound at the sight of her exposed pussy, and when June spread her thighs, he flattened himself out on the couch and plunged his head into his wife's groin.
At the first touch of his tongue on her slit, June kicked her legs up, hooking one ankle over the back of the couch. Frank thrust his tongue into her pussy, her labia pressed against his lips as he probed for her G-spot. Arching her back, June reached under herself and unknotted the skirt. She snapped it off as Frank's tongue found that special pad of skin in her pussy. He pressed down, and immediately, her cunt began pulsing around his tongue.
A stronger, wilder orgasm bloomed in her, rapidly spreading to take over her whole body. Images of naked men and women flooded her mind, then her world burst in a flash of white-hot pleasure. She screamed loudly, thrashing around so much she dislodged his tongue.
Licking her cunt juice off his lips, Frank eased himself off the couch and stood up. His stiff prick was sticking straight out from the fly slit in his shorts, and June eyed it as her orgasm subsided. On the TV, it was obvious that the woman was sucking the man.
Frank said, "Something's really got you going tonight. It couldn't be all those 'adult materials,' could it?"
June didn't know how to reply. Her sex drive was really intense, and, at the moment, she was far too horny to think about it much. Jumping swiftly to her feet, she pushed a surprised Frank to the couch and dropped between his legs.
Grabbing his cock by the base, she kissed the head. Frank thrust his shoulders against the back of the couch, jerking his ass forward. She kissed his balls through the cotton, then told him to lift his ass as she seized the waistband.
With a snap of her wrists, she jerked his shorts down to his knees. Frank lifted his legs, and she jerked the boxers off his feet. She tossed them across the room, then lunged between his legs again. She resumed the grip of her fingers on the base of his cock shaft, then ducked her mouth down and stuck out her tongue. While Frank writhed and moaned above her, she traced the wrinkles of his ball sac with her tongue tip, then gently closed her lips around the taut, wrinkled flesh. She could feel the shape of his testicles, and she rubbed her lips back and forth across them.
"Did I teach you all this?" Frank gasped.
"You sure did," she purred. Wiggling his cock around, she added, "It's nice to have one of these in my mouth."
With that, she opened wide and shoved her husband's prick between her lips. To tantalize him, she kept her mouth wide open so that only her tongue tip was making contact with his member. Curling her tongue, she ran the tip along the underside of his shaft to the sensitive spot just under the head. Frank's low groan made fresh moisture sprout on her pussy lips, and she closed her mouth tightly around his rod and started to suck.
As he'd taught her, she bobbed her head back and forth, keeping her hands on his bare hips. Frank thrust upward in rhythm with her mouth strokes, and soon his cock began its familiar throbbing. Automatically, June jerked it out of her mouth. Pointing the tip away from her, she stroked hard, leaning to one side to avoid the streams of cum that were spurting out.
As good as his orgasm was, Frank felt a bit disappointed that she hadn't let him cum in her mouth. A discussion about it almost led to a fight, and he never brought up the subject again. Uttering a satisfied sigh, he sat up straight as June joined him on the couch.
She parted her legs, and he casually draped a hand over her cunt mound. She reached into his lap and cradled his soft, wet cock. Frank bent his wrist and laid two fingers over her slit.
"This is something we haven't done in a long time," he said.
"Then, let's," June replied, tightening her grip on his penis and stroking it gently.
Frank popped two fingers into her slit. She slid forward and spread her thighs, murmuring to herself as she rolled his still-soft penis around her fingers. Frank probed more deeply, working his fingers around, then abruptly drawing them back. Extending his thumb, he pressed the pad against her ass-hole.
"I don't think I like it there," June replied, pulling away from him. "Okay?"
Frank nodded and yanked his thumb away. Two fingers found the little sheath of skin over her clitoris, and he gingerly nudged it aside. Rather than plunging straight down on it, he scissored it between two fingers and worked them around his wife's love button.
Her labia swelled, and pussy fluid oozed out. She squeezed his cock hard, feeling it stiffen and grow rapidly. He attained full erection just as her orgasm burst, and the force of it made her lose her grip on his prick.
Frank swiftly shoved his fingers back into his wife's pussy and started humping her as waves of orgiastic pleasure pounded her body. She jammed her thighs tightly against his hand, and finally she dragged her pussy away from him.
"Someday, you have to tell me who taught you that," she said, half-whispering as she fought to catch her breath.
"I might have told you the story," Frank chuckled, standing up. His hard-on bobbed around as he reached down to take her hand and help her to her feet. "Or, remind me, sometime."
He didn't have to ask to know she'd want to fuck in the bedroom. Little by little, he was helping her overcome her inhibitions, and that time he tried to get her to let him cum in her mouth told him he had to take it slowly.
Already, she was becoming more playful. Freeing her hand from his, she stepped around him, turned her back to him and reached behind her to seize his prick. She led him to the bedroom, tossing the door open and releasing his cock to jump up on the bed.
"Would you like to get on top?" Frank asked softly. He was careful to make sure he didn't think he was trying to give her an order.
"Oh," June squinted, "not tonight, okay? Sometime, sure. But right now, I want you on top of me."
"With you, any way is fine," Frank replied, climbing on the bed.
For an instant, she found herself wondering what it would be like. Then she felt Frank's warmth, and she raised her knees and spread her thighs. He crawled between her legs, and June sighted between her breasts at his hard-on, which was pointed straight down at her thatch of blonde pussy hair.
He always seemed to have a new way of teasing. That night, he gripped his cock shaft and pushed forward with his hips, his cockhead touching her slit as if he was going to drive it straight in. A bit of cockhead passed through, and Jean couldn't help trembling with lust and anticipation.
Then, Frank pulled back. The pre-cum-wet tip of his dickhead slipped up to the top of her slit, and he nudged her clitoris with it. June let out a cry and raised her ass, trying to line her pussy up with his prick again. Instead, his cockhead pressed into her cunt mound, leaving a thin trail of preorgasmic fluid as he withdrew further.
Just as he lunged down again, attempting to bury his cock in his wife's pussy in one stroke, June jerked her ass up. Instead of hitting her slit, his stiff dick plunged down her ass crack. His cockhead rammed the small, tight ring of her anus.
"Hey! Not there!" June wrenched herself back, dragging the sheet with her as she twisted away from him. "Are you nuts or something?" She lay on her side, her thighs closed as she glared up at him.
"Honey, it was just an accident." Frank grimaced as he gently laid a hand on her bare hip. "We just moved the same way at the same time."
As her feeling of shock subsided, June felt her lusts return. "Well, as long as you didn't mean to...."
"No, I didn't."
Frank glanced down at his hard-on. June turned over on her back and spread her legs, again exposing her cunt flesh. Seizing his hard-on, he poked the head between her pussy lips and immediately shoved his prick in. June gasped as she felt the whole length of her husband's erect penis slide into her, and she kicked her legs up and crossed them over his back as she felt his balls touch her slit.
His pubic bush grazed the top of her pussy. He leaned down, reaching for her breasts, then suddenly straightened up and pulled his cock halfway out.
"I just remembered-I have an important call to make."
"You're too late, buster," June laughed, kicking her legs up and digging her ankles into his butt cheeks. He flopped down on top of her, his lean, lightly muscled chest pressing down on her tits. She stretched her legs out, crossing her ankles just below her husband's butt and digging her nipples into his chest. His cock slid all the way in, and she nibbled at his ear as he worked his hips around.
Sweat began to break out on his chest, dampening her nipples. He raised himself up, his cock filling her pussy completely, and he dragged his hands over her tits. Drawing out his cock a little, he slid his hands down his wife's bare sides, stopping to clutch her hips. He shoved his cock in, then eased it back out until only the head and a bit of shaft were in her pussy. She humped back at him, raising her ass cheeks, and he shoved his hands under them.
As his cock slid back into the warm wetness of her cunt, he squeezed her ass flesh. He was tempted to slide his hand into her crack and finger her anus, but he knew she'd object. Sex with her was wonderful, ass play or not, and he kept his hands where they were as he increased the pace of his strokes.
June humped back at him, feeling an orgasm begin in her twat. Frank shifted to the left a bit, getting his pumping cockhead directly over her G-spot. At the same time, he reached between their locked crotches and fumbled for the top of her pussy. Lifting her shoulders, she reached down and guided his fingers to the area of her clit.
Her pussy was already convulsing around his hard-on. As he squeezed down on her love button, her pussy began churning madly. She rocked from side to side, clutching his back as a tremendous orgasm swept through her. Frank was pumping rapidly now, his cock starting to throb as her cunt continued its orgiastic thrashing. As her wild, racing climax started to slow down, she felt his hot cum splatter the inside of her cunt.
Spurt after spurt gushed out as the trembling that had overtaken her subsided. When he'd shot the last of his cum, he lay still on top of her. Their mouths met, and they tongue-kissed as his prick started to soften.
Slowly, he withdrew his prick, then his tongue. He rolled off her and stretched out on his back, breathing hard as a breeze from the open window cooled their sweat-soaked forms. June thought she could still feel a few tremors of orgasm, and she lay still, enjoying the delicious sensation.
Try as she might to struggle against her feelings, there was one thing she absolutely couldn't deny. She enjoyed sex tremendously, and it was good for her. There had been times when both their sex drives were at an ebb, and she hadn't cum for a week or so. Her whole mood changed for the worst, she recalled, and when they did fuck again, her mood improved.
She forgot all that as a haze of total satisfaction overtook her. She fell into a light sleep, and awoke about ten minutes later to the feel of Frank's tongue on her nipples. She turned toward him, and he closed his lips tightly over a round, red tit. Immediately, her pussy moistened and she reached for his prick.
It was already hard, and the discovery thrilled her. Gripping it tightly, she started to turn on her back. Frank shot his arm over her, grasping her butt cheeks as he turned on his back. He shoved his other arm under her and flipped her over on top of him.
"Hey, aren't we upside-down?" June asked, surprised.
"Let's try a different way," Frank replied, reaching over her ass to finger her cunt lips. "You know, with you on top."
"I don't know how to do that," June protested weakly. The sight of his hard-on seemed to fill the room, and she suddenly, desperately, wanted it in her snatch.
"It's easy," Frank chuckled. "Just throw your legs over my hips." June raised herself to a crouch and hopped up, planting her feet on either side of him. "Now, lift yourself up," Frank continued. The bed rocked, and June fought to regain her balance. Frank lifted his shoulders and grasped her hips. "Hold my prick and put it in," Frank instructed.
June's fingers curled around his rock-hard cock shaft and gripped it firmly. Trying to ignore the strange feelings that were mixing with her lust, she cautiously tucked his cockhead between her cunt lips and pushed down.
She moved faster than she expected, and her wet cunt engulfed almost the entire length of her husband's prick. Frank let out a gasp of surprise and rasped at her that she'd gotten the idea. The wildest surge of sexual feeling she'd ever experienced rocked June, and she felt her self-control give way to pure lust.
For a moment, she tried to hold her feelings back. Frank made a little movement with his hips, grazing his cockhead against her G-spot. Whatever control she had left vanished, and she let out a loud howl of passion.
It was all too intense for her to be able to think. She plunged down, feeling the rearmost flesh of her sex strain against his invading member, then she lifted up, drawing almost all of his cock out of her. She clenched her cunt lips around the rim separating his head from his shaft and stayed that way for a moment. Frank humped up, trying to get his prick back in. June leaned over him, bending his cock. Her nipples touched down on his chest, then she straightened up and lunged down again.
Drawing in a deep breath, Frank raised his upper body and clasped her bare sides. June slowed her up-and-down pumping a bit, and he moved his hands up to her tits. Her eyes were closed, her head was tilted back and her face was a mask of passion.
He asked her if she was all right. "I...am... wonderful!" she shouted, raising up then plunging down again. Shifting to the left brought his cockhead in line with her G-spot again, and she started pumping wildly.
Frank called out that he couldn't hold back, but she didn't hear him. Her orgasm was expanding quickly, her cunt massaging his prick as her sex juices oozed out. Frank's cock started throbbing in her, then jerking back and forth as his cum shot out. June leaned over. He threw his arms around her back and turned so that they were side by side. She held him tightly until the last of his cum had been expended and only released her grip when his softening cock slipped out of her pussy.
He rolled over on his back. She remained on her side, breathing hard, her round boobs jiggling. With a loud, satisfied sigh, she stretched out flat.
"I can't believe how intense that was. Frank, I really lost control back there."
"Oh, yeah," he laughed. "I just wish you'd lose control more often."
"But then I don't know what-"
He interrupted, "What you'd do is drain the cum out of my balls like you just did. Honey, it was great."
"Well, I...." She laughed, too. "I guess I can't complain. It was just-"
"You said you felt wonderful," Frank interjected.
"I don't remember saying anything. Did my pussy do something?"
"I was just going to mention that," Frank said. "How, I mean, where, no, I mean how, did you learn to do that with your pussy?"
"I don't know," June said, puzzled. "It just happened. I swear, Frank, I didn't even think about it."
"There are women who can move their cunts around. It's an extra muscle or something," he explained. "You had no idea you could do that, too?"
"How would I know? The thought never occurred to me."
"Wait a minute. Is this the first time you've ever been on top?"
"Yes, but...do you think that's it?"
"Well, how agile can you be when I'm on top of you? I outweigh you by about fifty pounds, after all."
June shook her head and leaned over to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. "We'll just have to try this again, I guess. I don't know if I can do that if I think about it, though. Anyway, I'm too tired to think about anything, and I do have that Michen account to work on, so...."
"So, good night," Frank said. "I have to chew out a junior exec tomorrow. We both need our sleep."
As always, on particularly heavy days at his company, Frank was up and out of the house before she awoke. It was a little after eight when she got out of bed. She showered and had a quick breakfast, then went to her office on the second floor and turned on her computer. After an hour's work, she got up as she usually did to take a short break.
Glancing out the window, she saw a flash of white in the upstairs bedroom window of the house next door. Jim and Sally had been living there for about two weeks. Since they were busy, work-at-home professionals, and since June was also busy, she'd only had a brief, casual chat with them. She barely knew them, but she couldn't help thinking of them as rather odd.
What was it? Outwardly, there was nothing about them that made her feel that way. They dressed like everyone else, except that Sally showed a bit more skin than most women, and they seemed to have all the trappings of suburban life.
There was another flash of light, and June cautiously peered through her blinds. The white was some sort of garment that had just been tossed across the room. A moment later, a totally naked Sally ran past the window. An equally naked Jim appeared, and June caught a glimpse of his soft cock swinging from side to side as he ran after his wife.
A wrenching pang of lust ripped through her private flesh, and she tore herself away from the window. Forcefully seating herself at her desk, she picked up a folded spreadsheet and almost ripped it as she pulled it open.
Images of both their naked bodies flooded her mind as she tried to focus on the numbers. Angry at herself, she tossed the spreadsheet down and stepped back to the window.
CHAPTER TWO
Jim was standing with his back to the window, and the first thing June saw was his naked ass. At first, he seemed much taller than she remembered, then she saw that he was standing on their bed. He spread his legs, and June saw that Sally was kneeling before him. Her breasts were round like June's, but they jutted out from either side of Sally's bosom and didn't hang straight up like June's.
Her long fingers gripped Jim's thighs and moved slowly upwards. Jim turned to the side just enough for June to see his stiff prick sticking straight out from his crotch. Sally took hold of it, and June unconsciously clenched a fist. Sally opened her mouth wide, and June gasped loudly as she watched Jim's prick slide between his wife's lips.
She licked her own lips as more and more of his thick cock filled Sally's mouth. Her hands went up his thighs again, and June saw her hands reach his buttocks. His ass crack was out of her line of sight, and she wondered if Sally was going to finger-fuck his anus while she sucked his prick.
Moisture formed on June's cunt lips. She snapped open her jeans and thrust a hand down the front of her panties. She groped for her cunt, but the press of material was too tight to allow her to move her fingers. Suddenly too lusty to reflect on what she was doing, she yanked her jeans down to her knees and shoved her hand back in her underpants.
Her blonde, wiry thatch of pubic hair grazed her palm as she reached for her sex. Finding her cunt lips with her fingers, she began to stroke them slowly, trying to match the rhythm of Sally's back-and-forth head movements. Abruptly, her redheaded neighbor took her husband's cock out of her mouth and flopped down sideways on the bed.
Sally's feet were to the window. Jim dropped down on the bed, his hard-on temporarily out of June's sight. Sally spread her legs, and strange feelings filled June as she drank in a long-distance look at Sally's gash.
There was something so appealing about that red...she shook her head, not daring to think of the implications... . Her panties seemed suddenly too confining, and she yanked them down.
June stumbled as she took a step sideways, and hurriedly crouched down to get her jeans and underpants off all the way. Kicking the garments aside, she raised herself just enough to be able to see out the window, and her already wet fingers returned to her cunt.
A breeze made something rattle behind her, and she turned to see her reflection in the full-length mirror that was set in the wall across from the window. The hem of her T-shirt barely reached down to the small of her back, and not only her ass cheeks, but her crack and a bit of pussy were clearly reflected. The sight intrigued her. A glance back at the window told her that Sally had shifted around so she was lying lengthwise across the bed and Jim was on top of her.
His large body was atop her smaller one, obscuring June's view. She turned away, snatched a cushion off her desk chair and tossed it down by the wall. She sat down on it, letting her knees drop apart as she stared at her half-naked reflection in the mirror.
It had been over a year since she'd examined herself...more, actually. In her senior year at college, use of the speculum was demonstrated at a "girls-only" elective seminar. That was the first time she'd had those feelings she experienced when she watched Sally spread her legs.
And it was far from the last. Her lusts bubbling now, she spread two fingers over her pussy lips, stroking herself a little, then parting her lips. Masturbation was so much hotter when she could gaze at her own cunt! Excited, she spread her lips to reveal the deep-pink inside of her pussy.
If only I could see myself cum...she thought. Letting her twat lips fall closed, she drew a hand up to her clit. Deciding to get completely naked, she yanked up her T-shirt with her other hand and exposed a breast. The position was too awkward... tapping once at the protective skin over her cum button and shuddering at the thrill of it, she seized her T-shirt with both hands and pulled it off her head.
She slid her right hand down her naked stomach and clutched her pussy firmly as she slowly pressed her palm against a stiff red nipple. An electric shock of sensation made her cry out. Anxiously glancing out the window, she saw that Jim and Sally were still fucking slowly.
They couldn't have heard her. Uttering a sigh of relief, she turned back to the mirror and positioned two fingers on either side of her clit. Giving her nipple a squeeze, she removed her hand from her breast and reached for her love button. It came into view as she nudged the protective skin aside, and she let the sight fill her eyes until her pussy began churning.
Clenching her teeth to keep herself from crying out, she closed her fingers over her love button and started to stroke back and forth. Feeling a need to have her pussy filled, she worked her other hand between her thighs, parted her cunt lips and thrust two fingers in. Matching the rhythm of her clit strokes, she began to frig herself. As always when she was about to climax, she closed her eyes, then remembered that she wanted to see her private fluids come out. Forcing her eyes open, she stared at her swelling cunt lips, then hissed through her teeth as the first drops of private wetness appeared.
Her cunt flesh began moving madly around her fingers. She shut her eyes, opened them again, and watched as cunt juice liberally coated her sex. Finally, a wave of orgasm too powerful to withstand forced her to close her eyes and let out a thin, wailing sound as she ground her bare ass hard against the cushion.
When the incredible waves of pleasure weakened, she opened her eyes and looked at herself. Her cum-wet hands lay limply on her bare thighs, and the cushion, her cunt slit, ass crack and even her pussy hair was wet with orgasmic fluids. Shaking her head, she staggered to her feet and retrieved her cast-aside clothing.
A deep sense of calm overtook her as she dressed and headed back to her desk. Not bothering to look out the window, she went back to her work.
The whole time, she didn't think of Frank.
As his wife was masturbating while playing the voyeur with their neighbors, Frank was staring hard at a computer screen. A junior executive stood behind him, watching grim-faced as Frank highlighted the last column of a spreadsheet.
"That's how it comes out," he said. "The differential...." He explained the details of the procedure for solving the problem, then noticed the younger man's expression. "It's not anything that's your fault. Ups and downs of the business."
The younger man looked visibly relieved. He all but snatched the print-out from the printer and practically ran back to his office. About five minutes later, Mara, an executive on his level, stepped in.
"I know. You're going to remind me about the Manx meeting. Well, Dolly's already reminded me. Twice." He gestured to his secretary's cubicle.
"That's all?" Mara chuckled. Dolly, a woman in her fifties, was well-known for her unerring memory. "Anyway, I was just hoping you weren't planning to go all by yourself."
"That's funny. I was hoping you'd want to go with me."
Mara flashed him a sexy smile, and a lusty gleam flashed in her coal-black pupils. They had been playing at flirting for months, and lately, it seemed to Frank, the flirting was getting more serious. It could, easily. Even in a very conservative, skirt-to-the-knees business suit, Mara was an attractive package. Five-foot-three, Mara had full hips swelling out from under a lean torso. The few times he'd seen her without her suit jacket, Frank noticed the outline of small, cone-shaped breasts beneath her tight blouse.
He hadn't slept with any woman other than June since their marriage, which meant he hadn't filled his mouth with a small breast since he earned his master's. She gave every sign of being attracted to him, but he had no desire to cheat on June. As long as their only contact was at the office, he was sure, nothing would happen between them.
They sat a respectable distance apart in the cab, studying their notes and not paying attention to each other. Still, there was an undercurrent of tension between them, and Frank didn't want to tell himself it was sexual. He wasn't sure if Mara was aware of it until she all but elbowed a young woman out of the way to sit next to him at the huge table in the company's conference room.
Five minutes after they were all seated, a rather flustered-looking older man came in to announce that the meeting had been abruptly canceled. He droned out a quick explanation, extended his company's apologies and left.
"Well, I guess it's back to the office," Frank said. "But I'd planned around a whole day here."
"So did I," Mara frowned. Then, a mischievous gleam flashed in her seductive eyes. "You know, it's okay for grownups to play hooky."
Frank tried to say something about other work, but he couldn't find the words. Mara continued, "So, why don't we find a nice, comfortable restaurant for a long lunch and drinks?"
His mind wanted to refuse, but his body had other ideas. Almost as if someone else was speaking for him, Frank replied, "That sounds great." Wondering what he was getting into, he followed her out, trying not to stare too hard at the swell of her small butt under her skirt.
As soon as they got in a cab, Mara slid up close to him. Pulling her arm out from the shoulder strap of her briefcase, she leaned against the seat and slid back, causing her skirt to rise to about mid-thigh. Her shoulder touched his. Frank felt a stirring in his crotch as he felt the warmth of her body and caught the scent of her perfume. The cab stopped, and he was grateful for the distraction.
The waiter who greeted them seemed to know her. She gestured to a corner, and he smiled and waved them over. They were some distance from the other diners, and the dim lamps over them cast a sensual glow over the table.
"I love dark corners," Mara said, raising her skirt a little more than necessary as she sat down. "They're so, well, cozy?"
"That's a good word," Frank agreed. "It's really nice and relaxed here."
He was getting more and more horny, and more and more nervous at the same time. It felt as if he was being propelled into an affair with this woman. He couldn't deny his attraction for her, he couldn't deny his need for variety, but he wanted to exercise that need with June.
The waiter approached as Mara was about to say something, and he took their drink orders. Frank chatted about the office a little until the drinks came, and after a few sips, he started to feel more relaxed. The idea of sleeping with Mara didn't seem so bad...and she picked up on his feelings so clearly, it was as if she could read his mind.
Lunch eased his feelings even more, and increased his horniness at the same time. His prick was just about half-hard by the time dessert came, and Mara was writhing around in her seat. They hadn't spoken over the course of their meal, and the sound of her voice jerked Frank's attention from his pie and coffee.
"I have a weird computer problem. It's...." She described some very technical situation, and Frank assumed she was talking about her machine at the office. "No, my computer at home," she said. "If you don't mind coming up to my apartment...."
Frank assured her that he didn't mind at all. Feeling like he was falling into something he wanted to fall into, he paid the bill and found it impossible to keep his eyes off the slight churning movement of her buttocks as he followed her out.
As he got into the cab next to her, she leaned toward him in a way that made him drape his arm over her shoulders. The warmth of her body excited him thoroughly, and he felt his cock start to creep up to full erection. There was the scent of her perfume, and something else-her heat. The sudden realization of how horny she was made his cock stiffen and cause a noticeable bulge in the crotch of his pants.
A glance up at the cab driver reassured Frank that he wasn't paying any attention to him. Something in the street made the cab lurch, and he fell against her to find his lips touching her ear. She let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, and, robot-like, Frank kissed the shell of her ear and pressed his tongue tip against it.
Realizing that they were in a public place, he stopped just short of launching into a tongue kiss with her. He looked up to notice a passing truck driver looking down at them and straightened up in his seat. Mara giggled, then he felt her slender fingers on his thigh. Bit by bit, she moved toward his crotch until her fingers were just touching the bulge.
Making a murmuring sound at the hardness she found there, she pulled her hand back, sat up straight and slid away from him. In an instant, they gave every appearance of being the perfect all-business pair.
Frank struggled mightily to contain his excitement as the cab seemed to crawl through the heavy traffic. Mara was excited, too, he could tell by the way her fingers were trembling. Assuming as stiff and professional a manner as he could, Mara doing-likewise, he followed her into her building. The doorman glanced at them with complete disinterest as they passed through the elaborately furnished lobby, and Frank was glad.
At least, it all looked proper.
The front door of her apartment opened on an enormous living room. At first, it seemed to be the only room, but as he stepped in, he noticed that the doors to the other rooms blended into the wall. A huge curtain on the furthest wall covered a picture window, which he assumed opened on a terrace.
"I like a lot of space," Mara explained, waving her arm around and letting a flap of her suit jacket fall away.
Turning at the flash of white, Frank caught a momentary glimpse of the outline of a cone-shaped breast. His cock, which had softened, started to creep back up to full hardness. She walked around him, then pointed to a door-less doorway.
"That's the kitchen-it's much bigger than it looks from here."
She started towards it, then made an abrupt turn and strode across the room. Frank stayed where he was, his feet sinking into the thick carpeting as he looked around. An enormous sofa stretched along one wall, and several leather arm chairs were placed around a glass-topped table near where he stood. He didn't know enough about art to tell if the paintings to his left and right were genuine, but they certainly seemed impressive. He struggled to recall what little he'd garnered from the required Art Appreciation course he'd taken, but he couldn't even guess at the painter's name.
A surrealist, or post-something...Mara's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Here's the bedroom." She threw open a side door and gestured to him to come over. The room was fairly large, but her bed seemed to take up most of the space. Except for a strip of gaudy wallpaper on the wall near the door, backing an old-fashioned dresser with mirror in an ornately carved frame, the walls were completely mirrored.
The sensuous pinks of the sheets and bedspread completed the totally sexual look of the room. Even a college freshman could guess that the room was set up for some serious fucking. He wanted to approach her...he didn't...he wasn't sure... .
"Come on, I'll show you the kitchen," Mara said.
Something about the way she said that, the look in her eyes, perhaps, made Frank's cock even harder than before. He could feel his cockhead graze against the cotton of his briefs as he walked stiffly into her kitchen.
In direct contradiction to the rest of the apartment, the kitchen was quite narrow. There was barely four feet of tiled floor space between the counters. Mara made no move to clear a space for him, and he found himself pressed against her.
His sex drive boiled over. He felt her firm, small ass press against the hardness in his crotch, and his arms circled her waist as if they had a mind of their own. She let out a low hiss, pressed her butt more firmly against him, then spun around in his arms. Tilting her head up, she thrust her mouth against his and greedily sucked at his tongue as it passed between her teeth.
Her cloth-covered tits dug into his jacket, and he could feel the shape of her breasts as she groped between his thighs and took hold of his genitals through his slacks. She squeezed, making his cock throb in his underpants as their tongues wrestled.
Their backs were to the counters. Pushing his tongue out of her mouth, she wildly turned them around, pushed him away, then leaped up on the counter.
"I want your mouth somewhere else," she said, propping her feet up on the counter edge. "Come on, strip my pussy."
Her skirt dropped down to her waist, and she spread her legs. He could barely make out the triangle of her cunt mound through the opaque panty hose, and, for a moment, all he could do was stand there and stare.
Her cry urging him on made him hunch down and thrust out his arms. Seizing the hem of her pantyhose, he pulled hard and dragged it over her ass. A glance up at her made him freeze, his hands clutching the rolled-up garment tightly.
Mara's auburn cunt hair had been trimmed to a neat triangle, the apex pointing directly at her clit. The hair on the sides of her pussy lips had been removed, leaving most of her private flesh exposed.
Just like June's thatch of blonde pubic hair.
With trembling hands, he pulled the garment off her feet and tossed it aside. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he plunged his face forward. Mara kicked up her legs and draped them over his shoulders as he pressed his lips tightly against her hairless mound. She rasped at him to suck, and he closed his lips over her pussy. Cunt juice oozed out, the taste and feel of it intoxicating him. He thrust his tongue into her cunt, finding it surprisingly tight. She bucked herself against him, digging her ankles into his back.
Working his tongue around corkscrew-fashion, he found her G-spot and gave it a hard rub before moving his tongue away. She shifted to one side, trying to get him to get his tongue back there.
"You're one big, fucking tease," she roared, the lilting femininity of her voice now colored by an almost masculine hoarseness. "Just keep your fucking tongue in my-"
Frank abruptly moved his lips up to her pussy and jammed a hand between her thighs.
"No, that's good! Suck my clit, you fucking cunt lapper!"
He'd never heard a woman talk like that while having sex, and it drove his lust to an even higher peak of frenzy. He drove two fingers into her cunt as he nudged aside the skin over her clit. He extended his thumb, wanting but hesitating to... .
"My ass-hole, for fuck's sake!" she shrieked. "Get that...my ass-hole!"
He shuddered as the pad of his thumb met her anus. He pressed down, feeling the tight, puckered ring of muscle struggle against him. A little more pressure made it open somewhat.
"Try another finger, God damn it!" Mara pounded her ankles against his back.
Shoving his other hand between her legs, he thrust it down her ass crack and jabbed his first finger against her bunghole. At the same time, he got his lips gently over her clit and began to work them back and forth. As before, her ass-hole fought, then gave in. One knuckle, two, and he started humping her ass as he increased the pressure of his lips on her pussy.
"Don't forget my cunt! Shit! Fuck! You're doing it!"
He plunged a finger back into her pussy as he drew his ass-fucking finger out. Then, he reversed, and several turns of that motion had her cunt lips swelling against his mouth.
"Faster, fuck you, go faster! Use your fucking tongue on my fucking clit for fuck's sake!"
Frank started jerking both his hands rapidly back and forth, forgetting about maintaining a rhythm. He pressed the soft wet flesh of his tongue against the hardness of her love button, and she kicked her legs up. Her piercing shriek rocked Frank's body, and his cock strained harder against his briefs. He lunged into both her holes, making mad circles around her clit. She started humping his face hard, shrieked again, then kicked her legs up and roughly dragged her cunt off his face.
Frank stumbled back, catching the edge of the counter just before he bumped into it. Mara propped her feet up on the counter edge, wrapping her arms around her legs and leaning her head against the wall. A thin stream of cunt juice pooled out on the counter. Her skirt remained bunched around her waist, and he could see both her love holes as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. He reached out to help her down from the counter, but she brushed his hand away.
"Damn, I haven't seen your prick yet," she said as she jumped down. "Let's take this into the bedroom."
"You haven't seen any of me yet," Frank laughed, unknotting his tie as he headed quickly for her bedroom. She unbuttoned her blouse, all but running across the living room as she tossed it off. Bumping Frank out of the way, she charged in, tossing her half-bra high in the air as she scampered up on the bed.
Raising both legs, she undid the back of her skirt, and all but bent double as she pulled it off. Frank dropped his pants, and she stopped him as he reached for the waistband of his briefs.
"I'll do that," she said. "Just stand up on the bed."
Completely naked now, Mara rose up on her knees and seized the waistband with her teeth. With incredible agility, she drew the undergarment down in one smooth motion. Amazed, Frank stared down at her as she put one hand over his balls and the other around his long, slender hard-on.
Without pausing to kiss or caress, Mara shoved half the length of his prick in her mouth. Slowly and delicately, she rolled his balls between her fingertips and began drawing her head back and forth. She paused, working her tongue along the underside of the shaft, then remaining still as if testing him.
Which she was. Pulling her mouth free and holding his wet cock upright, she said, "Good, you're not a quick cummer. And you're cock's just like I pictured it. There's just something about you that says slender cock."
Before Frank could come up with a reply, she got her mouth on his dick again. She clutched his hips, then slid her hands around to his ass cheeks. Already weak-kneed with lust, Frank shuddered and hastily grasped her shoulders for support. He felt his buttocks spread, then he knew that Mara's hands were going where June's wouldn't.
"Oh, yeah, oh, fucking yes, yeah!" The words ripped out of his throat as Mara's fingertip made contact with his ass-hole. "Push it in, do me, for shit's sake!"
He didn't stop to think that he was using dirty talk for the first time in years. Caught up in the intensity of the moment, all considerations, June, the fact that he and Mara worked in the same office, were totally irrelevant. Mara pushed her finger in to the third knuckle. She made no attempt to establish a rhythm, frigging his anus and stroking his cock with her mouth at random.
"You're going to make me-" Frank began, then gasped at the suddenness with which his cock was again in open air.
"No, I won't," she corrected. Straightening out her arm and pressing her hand against the mattress, she spun around and brought herself to a kneeling position at the edge of the bed. She reached for her night table and continued, "If you want to cum in my mouth, you'll need one of these. Hell, you'll need it anyway." She tossed the condom at his feet.
A lust-stunned Frank could only shake his head. Awkwardly lowering himself to the sheets, he rolled the condom over his hard-on. Mara got on all fours and shook her butt at him.
"Don't tell me you need lessons," she said, the rough edge returning to her voice. "For your information, this position is called-"
Frank cut her off by roughly thrusting a hand between the backs of her thighs and seizing her pussy. Two fingers plunged between her lips, and he rubbed the pre-cum-dripping tip of his cockhead against her small butt as he frigged her.
"You almost have it right," Mara murmured, churning her hips.
He yanked his fingers out and spread her lips, lining his cock up with his fingers, then pulling them away as he eased his cockhead into her slit. Mara made a sudden thrust back, driving his cock halfway into her pussy. Bending over her naked back, he clapped his hands over the small cones of her breasts and pressed down, pushing his rubber-clad cock in to the root. Mara's tiny pink nipples lengthened, and he pressed down harder to feel their stiffness against his palms.
"Yeah, squeeze my tits," she moaned. "Put your God damn hands all over me!"
Feeling his balls touch her ass cheeks, Frank started working his cock around. Her pussy seemed to be clutching at his dick. That was familiar, but he didn't ponder the similarity as he drew his cock back for a long in-stroke. He rubbed her nipples, rolling them around, then he drew his hands off her tits to massage the smooth, sweat-covered plain of her stomach.
"Go for my clit," Mara rasped at him.
"I want your God damn tits," Frank roared back, again driving his prick to the back of her pussy. Mara's attempt at a reply became a gasp as he started pumping hard, and when the walls of her pussy started churning around his condom-covered rod, she shrieked at him to pull out.
"I'm not kidding. Get that beef jerky of a cock out of my fucking pussy now!" Gripping the sheets, she pulled herself forward for emphasis.
A puzzled Frank withdrew slowly and started to move away from her. "No, get back here," she barked. "It's time for my other hole!"
CHAPTER THREE
Unable to believe that, Frank hovered behind her, droplets of her cunt juice dripping off the end of his condom. Mara dropped her shoulders to the mattress. Frank spread her ass cheeks.
"I know damn well you're too hung up to use your mouth on my shitter," she hissed, looking back over her ass at him.
There was only one answer to that. Feeling his cock throb against the condom, he kissed both her butt cheeks, then placed his mouth over her ass crack. He'd only done this twice, he dimly recalled. But it wasn't the kind of thing he'd forget. Jabbing his tongue out, he touched the hard ring of her anus and pushed against it.
Mara cried out loudly, wriggling her butt around and dislodging his tongue. She shouted at him to keep going, and he got his tongue tip back in place. After a bit more resistance, her anal muscles gave way and he got his tongue tip in.
"Try your finger. Open my slutty ass-hole up!"
One finger went in slowly, then he tried two. Unable to resist doing the sexual act he'd wanted to do for so long, he yanked his fingers out and thrust his protected rod down her crack. She yelped at the feel of his cockhead on her anus, then she groaned loudly as he slowly and steadily pushed his cock in.
Her ass gripped his hard-on like it was her hand, squeezing deliberately hard. He groped for her cunt, found it and slipped two fingers in. His fingers grazed her G-spot as he started to stroke, feeling the cum rise in his cock shaft. His cock was starting to jerk, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer.
"Oh, you have such a fucking tight ass-hole!" Frank exclaimed.
"Shut up and fuck it, all right?" she said into the sheets.
He couldn't feel the condom, only the squirming tightness of her rectum. He drew back slowly, his cock jerking more, and he pressed down hard on her G-spot. Without any buildup, she launched into a full-fledged climax, tossing herself around so violently that he had to free his hand from her churning pussy and hold both her hips to keep his cock in place.
Two strokes, three, and he was leaning against her butt and grunting as he shot his load into the condom. Her wild thrashing gradually calmed down, and he maintained his tight grip until the last of his cum shot out. Since she'd climaxed, her ass-hole was even tighter. Gripping the rim of the condom tightly to keep it from slipping off inside her, Frank withdrew his prick, hearing a soft popping noise as the semen-filled head cleared her bunghole.
He sat back on his haunches and rested his palms on his thighs, taking deep, gulping breaths.
Mara flattened herself out on her stomach, her arms extended, making soft gasping noises. Frank said they should head for the shower.
"Yes, just give me a minute." The harsh, rasping tone was gone from her voice, as was the wild look in her eyes. It was like she'd been a different person while they were fucking...like June. The thought of his wife made him glance at his wristwatch. It was still early afternoon, early enough to go back to the office so he could come home from there.
Mara's shoulders rose, and she twisted around to poke her feet over the edge of the bed. She did sort of a half-back flip, landing on her feet beside the bed. Frank ducked into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower. Hearing the soft pad-pad of her naked feet, he pulled open the glass door and gestured to the tub with a courtly bow.
The sex-hungry brunette giggled and stepped in, bending her incredibly arousing buttocks to the shower spray. She stepped aside to let Frank clean himself, then got back under the spray. His soft, soapy cock twitched just a little.
She caught that. Squatting down, she pressed her bare butt to the wet porcelain of the tub and spun around, kicking up a leg and hooking her ankle over the edge of the tub.
"I might as well wash out my pussy while I'm at it," she explained.
Frank's cock twitched a little more as he gazed down at her wide-open gash. Mara ran her fingers over her tits, then dropped her hands to her lap. Keeping her eyes on Frank's cock, she spread her lips wide. Turning his eyes away from the all-tootempting sight, Frank tried to say something about having to leave.
"Oh, just one more little one," she said. "I'll get you ready quick, don't worry about that." She demonstrated what she meant by darting her head up and kissing his cockhead.
His prick moved, but remained flaccid. Jumping to her feet, Mara murmured, "Let me wash your genitals off a little more." She stepped behind him.
Rubbing soap into her palms, she reached behind him and gently placed both hands over his cock and balls. She pressed her tiny pink nipples against his back, then her hairless pussy against his ass. The feel of her labia against his butt cheeks made his cock grow longer. He was already too horny to try and back out of fucking her again, but his cock remained half-soft.
"We'll have to try something a little different," Mara muttered.
She sounded like a senior doctor talking to a less-experienced younger doctor. Wrapping her soap-slick fingers around his pecker, she squeezed down and ran her other hand over his balls. His prick grew a little more, and she felt the shaft start to thicken.
"This will do it, but we don't have much time. So, emergency resuscitation."
"What?" Frank asked.
"Don't worry, you'll love it."
Mara jammed a hand down his ass crack and pushed the tip of her middle finger against his ass-hole. He let out a yelp as a stab of pain ran through him. Mara paused, then pushed in further.
A second flash of pain turned into a rush of pure pleasure as his ass surrendered to her invasion. Rasping at him to lean down a little, she pushed in further.
"I swear, you have the deepest fucking ass-hole!"
Her dirty talk manner had returned full force, and Frank's cock stretched to almost its full erectile length. Bending his knees back helped Mara reach his prostate with her fingertip. Frank howled at the unbelievable pleasure, and his cock sprang up, as hard as if he hadn't fucked in a week.
Mara stepped out of the tub and opened a very plain-looking medicine cabinet over a baroque sink. "I keep these all over the house," she explained, waving a foil condom packet around.
"Ah, uh...." Frank found himself unable to speak. Mara stepped back into the tub, deftly placing the rolled condom over his dickhead. With a snap of her wrist, she rolled it down to his wet cock hair, then she turned and planted her hands against the tiled bathtub wall.
"Do my pussy," she instructed. "Use your finger on my ass-hole."
Dropping to a crouch, Frank lined his cockhead up with her slit and nudged it in. Lifting himself slowly, he pushed up and eased his prick into her pussy. She shoved her ass back at him, jamming her buttocks against the top of his thighs and leaving him barely enough room to get his hand there.
The firm flesh of her ass cheeks yielded as he slid his fingers across. Mara made a slight sideways movement, and his hand rode right into her ass crack. Taking a cue from her, he extended his middie finger and pressed the tip against her ass-hole. As with his prick, his finger easily parted the small, puckered ring of muscle, and she roared like a man as his finger slid in.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass and pussy, you fucking ass licker!" she bellowed, reaching for her clit as Frank worked his cock and finger rapidly in and out of her. Within minutes, her pussy was churning around his cock and her ass was squeezing down on his finger.
"I'm cumming! You mother-fucker, you're making me cum!" she roared.
Frank's cum charged up his cock shaft. Letting out a bellow of his own, he rammed digit and dick into her holes and shot his load.
Between deep breaths, Mara said, "Believe it or not, you've actually worn me out. I'm not kidding about this, Frank. It's been quite a while since a lover has really tired me."
She straightened up, sending his softening prick out of her pussy. Frank pulled the condom off and tossed it into a wastebasket, then stepped out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around himself, and threw one to Mara.
"You know, we'd better go back to the office," he said. "I am married, remember, and-"
"Don't worry, I'll safeguard your home and reputation," Mara laughed. "That is a good idea. After all, I have a reputation, too."
"Well," Frank began.
"Don't you dare say a word," Mara retorted, giving him a playful slap on the buttocks. "You know, I used to have a rule against mixing that with work."
"Rules were-"
"I'm familiar with the cliche. Now, cover your cock before you get me horny again. I guess no one's ever told you, you're a born ass fucker."
"That's not the kind of compliment I usually get," Frank said dryly. "Anyway, I'd better cover all of myself so we can get out of here. It isn't doing me any good to keep looking at those tits, besides."
Putting on a show of mock shyness, Mara covered her breasts with the towel and turned her back to him. They gathered up their scattered clothing and dressed, Mara frowning at her skirt.
"It's a little out of shape, but I don't know how it would look if I changed."
"Wear the skirt," Frank said, "please."
A cab took them back. Frank waited in front of the building until she got on an elevator. He gave himself more time by getting a takeout cup of coffee, then he went up. No one had the slightest idea they'd spent the past two hours together.
Frank was glad of that, and forced himself to concentrate on his paperwork. He was more deeply satisfied than he had been with his last sex with June, and that troubled him. Normally, he enjoyed system analysis work, but his conflicting emotions made it difficult for him to get as involved in it as he usually did.
Finally, the diagrams took over. As he prepared to leave that evening, he realized one hard fact. Regardless of his mixed feelings, he knew that he and Mara would do it again-and fairly soon.
Another hard fact hit him as he drove down the street to his and June's house. He was fucked out. A roomful of naked women couldn't get him hard again for at least twelve hours, and he prayed that June wasn't horny and hoping he'd come on to her.
At least, she wasn't aggressive. Deciding to have a headache, he stepped in and gave her an affectionate, not sensuous, kiss when she greeted him at the door.
"I'm really exhausted," he explained. "That meeting I mentioned was canceled, then a problem came up...." He let out a sigh as he seated himself at their dinner table. "And besides, I think I have a headache."
"Maybe you're starting to need glasses," June said.
The concerned tone of her voice sent a twinge of guilt through him. Reserved as she was about sex, he knew, she couldn't possibly accept his sleeping with another woman.
Still, his misgivings hadn't quelled his appetite. After dinner, saying he was tired but feeling better, they watched some television. Ever since she'd let go while they were fucking, June's lust was always in the back of her mind. She could feel that certain tingling in her cunt whenever she gazed over at him, but his slumped-over posture was a sure sign that he wasn't up to sex.
He fell asleep in the middle of a movie. June awoke him gently and helped him to bed. She laid down, but found herself wide awake and decided to try to get some work done. Throwing a robe over her nightgown, she went down the hall to her office.
The rather small room had a gloomy feel to it, and the yellow light from her desk lamp didn't help. She pulled aside the curtains, hoping for some moonlight, and saw a bright glow from Jim and Sally's bedroom window. She caught a brief glimpse of a man's naked body, then turned away and headed to her desk.
She couldn't concentrate. Sexual feelings kept bubbling up in her, and all she could think about was getting another look at that naked body...their naked bodies. Remember a certain incident that happened in the darkness of a dormitory room when she was in her senior year, she shuddered as she recalled the look she'd gotten at Sally's snatch.
Silently cursing herself, she got up and hovered by the side of the window. The naked man she'd seen wasn't Jim, it was someone she couldn't recognize...a someone with a huge penis. Frank's was long, but this guy's had to be longer. He was only half-erect, but his prick seemed to reach halfway down his thigh. A petite young brown-haired woman appeared next to him, pulling off her T-shirt.
Two red spots marked where her very small breasts were. The man stepped aside, his prick wagging, and June felt her pussy pulse at the sight. The young woman turned her back to the window, and June reached into her bathrobe to rub her cunt through her nightgown. The young woman yanked down her jeans, revealing two diminutive ass cheeks separated by the bright red thong of her bikini panties. June yanked her nightgown up, quivering as her bare hand made contact with her pussy.
Laying her palm over her pussy hair thatch, she extended two fingers and pressed them against her cunt lips. The brown-haired girl rolled her bikini panties down, raising one leg high as she kicked them off her feet. June got a good look at her ass crack and pussy, then the girl darted out of sight. Sally appeared, completely naked. She stretched out on the rug in the center of the room, the vivid red of her pussy hair accented by the white of the rug beneath her. The man she didn't know stepped between the window and Sally, then laid down on the floor next to her.
For an instant, she saw Jim. He was also naked, and June managed to get an eyeful of his thick prick before he passed out of her line of sight. Sally sat up and said something to the man on the floor. June thought she could see him grin as he turned around, positioning himself sideways and not feet-first to the window. Sally stepped over him and crouched down, and June let out a thin cry of lust as she watched the man's cock spring up to full erection.
It was enormous, maybe too big for a pussy... no, Sally was lowering her cunt to the head...June couldn't quite see his prick vanish into her redheaded neighbor's pussy, but the look on Sally's face couldn't have meant anything else. She leaned over him, his hands reaching for her tits, then the brown-haired girl appeared again and squatted down over the new man's face.
Sally lifted her head, extending her tongue. The brown-haired girl squatted down a bit more, the thin brown strip of her cunt hair covering Sally's face. Then, Jim appeared again. Sally turned her head and said something to him as he stepped up behind her, and Jim held up a tube of something. Fascinated and brimming over with lust, June watched him squeeze some clear gel on his hands. He was also erect, and he smeared the gel liberally over the hard cylinder of his dick. Sally bent over, her long red nipples almost touching the new man's chest.
Jim crouched down and spread her ass cheeks. The redhead's face assumed a dreamy look as Jim poked his cock into her crack and pushed forward. June hiked her nightgown up to her tits and cupped a large, round breast. Taking her nipple between her fingers, she squeezed and tugged at it as she slipped two fingers into her pussy. Halfway to climax from sheer visual stimulation, she quickly found her G-spot and started rubbing it hard. The first shocks of orgasm struck her, and she stumbled to one side so that she was standing directly in front of the window.
Her neighbors and their guests were still in position, Sally's cunt hair meshing with the cock hair of the man on the floor, Jim's groin pressed tightly against Sally's ass cheeks and the young woman's cunt on the other man's mouth. The two women reached out to each other, their hands finding each other's breasts, then they pressed their mouths together.
Overwhelmed by stimulation, June closed her eyes tightly and tilted her nearly-nude body back. The nightgown dropped back down, slithering over her arm as she furiously finger-fucked her pussy. Her orgasm built and built, as if was never going to stop. Taking a hand off her breast, she yanked it out from under the nightgown and gripped the window sill for support. Finally, unable to stand the intensity of the climax, she dragged her fingers out of her cunt and opened her eyes. She was looking directly into Jim and Sally's window... .
And Sally was looking directly at her. Too stunned with embarrassment and shock to turn away, June watched helplessly as Sally raised herself up, making a bit of the other man's cock shaft visible. Sally looked down at it, looked up at June and winked.
Mortified, the haze of satisfaction that was about to settle over her vanished, June turned beet-red and spun around. She charged out of the room, leaving her bathrobe on the floor and feeling cunt juice run down her thighs. Her orgasm made her sleepy, though. Hoping that they'd just let the incident pass, she fell into a troubled sleep.
The incident was the first thing on her mind when she awoke. Also on her mind was the multi-partner sex she'd witnessed, but the embarrassment she felt was foremost. What if they decided to make a scene? Maybe even call the police...Frank would find out, and that would be as embarrassing, if not more so, than having Sally catch her.
Trying her best not to act preoccupied, she chatted with Frank over breakfast. After he left, she sat down with another cup of coffee to think things over before she went to work. Collect the facts . . .use her mathematical bent to think logically.
First, their window wasn't covered. If they were concerned about privacy, they would have drawn the shades and closed the shutters. Second, Sally seemed to be putting on a show for her-and winked.
Around one that afternoon, she left her office to prepare some lunch for herself. The doorbell rang, and she asked who was there.
"It's us, Jim and Sally," your neighbors," she heard Jim say.
A feeling of dread crept over her. What she most wanted to do was run and hide in her office, but she knew that wouldn't solve anything. Having no idea what to say, she opened the door.
Sally was holding a picnic basket with the necks of two wine bottles sticking up from the checkerboard-pattern cloth covering the basket. They were grinning, and it was obvious that they were anything but outraged.
"Hi," Sally beamed. "We hadn't had a chance to introduce ourselves properly, so we thought we'd just drop in for an indoor picnic. Are you busy?"
"Ah, no, I was just going to have some lunch," June replied. "Please, come in. I could use an afternoon off."
Refusing June's offer of help, Sally set the table and poured wine for the three of them. Pulling a plastic bag out of the basket, Sally said, "I've brought a couple of videos. You might find them interesting. June asked which movies they were.
"Interesting movies," Jim replied. "You'll see."
June chuckled and sat down to eat. Gulping down a mouthful of sandwich, Jim asked, "You're a
CPA, aren't you? I believe you mentioned that."
"Right," June replied. "I work here-I have an office."
"Working at home's the way to go," Sally commented. "I run my talent agency out of our house."
"Talent?" June asked. "like what?"
"Oh, dancers, performers," Sally said. "No one you would have heard of-my girls aren't mentioned at the Oscars."
Seeing June's puzzled look, Jim laughed. "She means, 'adult entertainment,' June. Her girls perform in the nude. Clubs, private parties, like that."
Taken aback, June struggled for something to say until her accountant's instincts took over. "Uh, I guess it's profitable."
"There's your CPA," Jim laughed. "Right to the bottom line!"
June couldn't help laughing herself. "I'm not a moralist or anything," she explained. "It's just sort of a different world from mine."
"Oh, I don't know how different it is," Sally replied. "Sex is everybody's world, after all."
"I, I guess so," June answered hesitantly. Sensing that they were working up to the subject of her spying on them, she tried to change the subject. "So, Jim, what do you do?"
"I also work at home," he began.
Sally cut in, "Right, that gives us a chance for a little sex during the day. It's really a stress reliever."
"That's...nice," June said, glancing down at her wine glass. She took a long sip, feeling the sweet liquid warm her stomach.
"I don't work with naked women, though," Jim continued, chuckling. "I design software. Sally gets to see tits and pussies all day. Me, I'm gawking at lines of code."
June mentioned Frank's job, running the computer operation for a financial services company. She was about to give an explanation of his work when Sally interrupted her.
"He goes to an office, then, right? Gone all day?"
"Sometimes, part of the night, too?" Jim added.
"Yes," June answered, puzzled by their interest in her husband's schedule.
"And you're sure he's working those nights?" Sally grinned slyly. "If you know what I mean."
Annoyed, June replied, "Yes, I know exactly what you mean, and yes, I'm sure he's working. We're very happy with each other, and we don't need...." Not at all sure of what she needed, June fell silent.
"Are you really all that conservative?" Jim looked straight into June's eyes.
"We're not," Sally quickly said, sensing June's discomfort. "We take on other partners a lot. But you already know that, right?"
She winked. June blushed fiercely and looked down at her lap. "I, I'm sorry about that," she said. "I don't know what-"
"Came over you?" Jim cut in. "What it was, was horny. "You probably don't realize it, but you gave us all quite a show."
June sat up straight, her embarrassment forgotten. "You were doing a, uh, a...."
"A four-way," Sally explained.
"You mean, like wife-swapping?" Curiosity overrode June's discomfort.
"Not exactly," Sally explained. "Wife-swapping is two couples, like, say, Jim and I and you and your husband. Andy and Violet aren't going out together, they just sort of know each other."
"Sort of?" June's eyes widened. "That didn't look too casual-oh!" She realized she referred directly to the fact that she was peeping at them and blushed again.
"We should make something clear," Jim said. "We know you were looking, and we don't mind a bit."
Sally added, "It really turns us on to have someone watch. And by the way, we loved looking at your body."
June looked down at herself. "I, I have to admit, I liked looking at...I liked looking, too."
A vivid image of her neighbor's private parts came suddenly into her mind, and she felt her pussy grow wet.
"You'll like our tapes, then," Jim said. "They're home videos-"
"What we did on our summer vacation," Sally giggled. "Mind if we pop one in your VCR?"
June nodded, and Jim got up to insert the tape. As he walked over to her television set, she realized that she'd seen him naked. In her mind, she could see his cock as clearly as if he wasn't wearing pants. Sally sat down at the end of June's large couch, leaning against the arm. Picking up the remote, Jim sat next to her and threw his arm around her shoulders.
Her mind ablaze with mixed feelings, June sat herself at the opposite end, her legs clutched tightly together and her hands in her lap. She had the uncomfortable feeling that something was about to happen in her life, something big, and at the same time, she also felt that it would be something positive.
No, she wasn't afraid. Something else was going on inside her, and it made her more uncomfortable to realize what it was. Jim said, "Ready," and his voice brought her attention to the television as the funny, homemade sign they held up in front of them, their version of credits, appeared.
They tossed the sign aside, and the first thing June saw on the screen was the two of them naked.
CHAPTER FOUR
Squeezing her hands, she leaned forward and stared at the cock she'd just seen in her mind. She had a much closer view than she had at the window, and a much better view of Sally. Lust was fighting for her attention, and rather than fight it to be left with uncertainty, she let it develop.
She was still holding her wine glass. She took a generous sip, and felt herself start to get tipsy. Relaxed, too. She leaned back, slumping forward a little and letting her hands fall to her sides.
"Welcome to Jim and Sally's," the Sally on the screen said cheerily.
"Well, we have a lot of exciting events for you-" Jim did a rather poor imitation of a TV show host.
"But remember, folks," Sally butted in, "we're not professionals, so, please try this at home!"
With that, she dropped to her knees in front of him and lifted his cock. Turning her head to the camera, she said, "I love the taste of his prick. Don't you ladies out there love the taste of your husbands'? "
Jim looked down at her, genuinely puzzled. She rolled his cockhead between her fingers, and his prick started to grow. Quickly, she ducked to one side.
"Look, everyone, he's getting an erection right on your TV screen!" Looking as excited as a contestant on a quiz show, Sally pointed eagerly at Jim's cock. His erection was sticking straight out, the head pointed right at the camera, and June felt like it was pointing straight at her.
She could even see his pee slit. Something glistened on it, his pre-cum. Sally said, "Now, girls and guys, you know what's coming next!"
June couldn't hide her amazement. Sally opened her mouth wide, giving the camera a look at her teeth, then she popped her husband's cock in.
"Wow, you're really open about that," June said, curiosity, not disapproval in her voice.
"Well, we have such wonderful sex, why hide it?" Sally asked. "I already told you, it's an extra thrill for us to be seen by someone. I guess you've never...."
June shook her head. "Always in private, in a room...not even in a car. That's how I always heard it was supposed to be. I don't know. The whole thing is just so confusing."
"Actually, it's very simple," Jim said softly. "Sometimes, you just have to shut out all those other voices in your head and listen to yourself."
"Sure," Sally added. "There've been people who thought they were into a free-sex type of lifestyle, who would actually be happier in an ordinary marriage. like you are. They listened to themselves, like Jim said, and decided to give up swinging."
Jim had put the tape on pause. He started it again, and a male voice from behind Sally said, "I'm not getting enough action. Can we move this around? I hate to break you up-"
Sally shook her head, wagging Jim's cock. She started shuffling sideways on her knees, and Jim turned with her. With what seemed like no effort at all, they shifted almost halfway around and Jim's cock stayed securely in Sally's mouth.
The cameraman said, "Perfect!" Sally drew her head back, baring almost the entire length of Jim's prick. As she took his cock back in, she raised a finger to the camera and rolled her eyes downward. The camera angle shifted, dropping down so that Jim's tightened ball sac was highlighted. The man with the camera must have known what he was doing, June thought absently, feeling her whole body being slowly consumed by lust. He followed the movements of Sally's finger, then jerked the lens up to catch the look of ecstasy on Jim's face.
Suddenly, Sally popped his cock out of her mouth. Rising, she curled her fingers around his thick cock shaft and turned to face the camera. "That was just to warm him up, folks."
Jim put the tape on pause again. "This was our first-"
"You've made more?" June interjected.
"Yeah, about ten-"
"Eleven," Sally corrected with a giggle.
"Right, eleven," Jim said. "Anyway, we were trying to make our own version of a television show. June, Don't you think it's silly?
"No, I think it's...." June struggled for a word. "It's kind of cute."
"Any other feelings about it?" Sally asked slyly, noticing how hard it was for June to take her eyes off the images of their naked bodies.
"Let's just watch," June said, taking another generous sip and draining her wine glass.
She got up to put it away. Sally insisted on helping, and when she returned, she sat in the middle of the couch on the opposite side of Jim. A noticeable bulge was growing in the crotch of his light-tan casual slacks, and Sally rested a hand on her husband's thigh.
"Normally, we wouldn't do this in front of someone, who's, well, new," Jim explained as Sally's hand steadily advanced toward his crotch. "But you've already gotten a taste of our behavior."
He started the tape. A ripping sound drew June's attention to them, and she saw Sally unzipping Jim's fly. Jim opened his belt and the top of his pants. Sally yanked his pants and underpants to his thighs, and June felt her pussy churn as Jim's erection popped up.
On the screen, Sally was saying, "Our next routine is commonly known as coitus."
Jim added, "That's fucking, folks."
Suddenly, a shrill female voice was heard. "Hi, everyone. Sorry I'm so late."
An instant later, the young woman she'd seen them with the night before stepped in front of them. Letting go of Jim's cock, Sally stepped to one side of her and Jim got on her other side.
Now assuming a grave expression, Sally faced the camera again. "Sorry, folks, but there's been a slight change of plans. One of us has just committed two infractions, and-"
"Two infractions?" the young woman shrilled, forcing a frightened expression on her face. "What's the second?"
"Three infractions," Sally intoned. "You were late, you're dressed, and you interrupted me."
"Oh!" The young woman looked down at herself, then quickly tugged her sweatshirt off. She was wearing a man's armless undershirt, and June could see the outline of her small mounds of breasts.
"Underwear?" Sally said. "I suppose you're wearing panties, too."
"Ah, yeah, I forgot not to take them...oh, shit!" The young woman bent over, laughing hard.
"That's Violet. She was with us last night," Jim commented.
"I know," June replied, and immediately blushed. "I mean...."
She let her words trail off. the real-life Sally on the couch reached over and patted June's hand. "We know you know we know you know, so, just relax."
June had to laugh. On the screen, Violet was looking down at her sandal-clad feet as she undid her shorts and pulled them down to reveal plain, white cotton panties which were obviously too large for her. Sally stepped behind her and pulled Violet's undershirt up, baring the girl's vividly red nipples.
Again, June's pussy churned. Noticing movement beside her, she turned to see Sally wrap her fingers around Jim's prick. Her red-headed neighbor began to slowly masturbate her husband as the young woman on screen let her panties drop to her feet. The hairless cunt that June had caught a glimpse of filled the screen, more of the cameraman's skilled handiwork. June leaned forward, drinking in the sight of the folds and wrinkles of Violet's perfectly denuded private flesh.
Jim let out a soft groan, and June turned her gaze to them again. Winking at her, Sally swooped down over Jim's crotch and enveloped his prick with her mouth.
June jumped to her feet and gasped. Jim picked up the remote and put the tape on pause again. Walking unsteadily, June started to leave the room. Halfway to the kitchen, she stopped still and slowly turned around. Sally's nose was all but touching Jim's cock hair. Her eyes were closed, and a dreamy expression crossed her face.
As if hypnotized, June stepped back to the couch. She stood for a moment, then jumped as Sally abruptly yanked Jim's cock out of her mouth.
"Do you want a taste?" the redhead asked, pointing her husband's cock at June.
Jim said nothing. June stared at them open-mouthed, her eyes wide. "I don't know," she managed to say. "At this point, I don't know anything."
There was silence for a few moments. Sally remained perfectly still, pointing Jim's cock at
June. Jim remained still as well, looking at neither his wife nor June.
"I've wanted to since last night," June blurted out, then immediately flushed. "I...don't...know . . .why I said that," she stammered.
"Because you do," Sally said, gently, but with an insistent tone. "Go ahead. You've done it with Frank, right?"
"Well, he's my...." It was as if something had gotten hold of June's legs and was walking her towards her neighbor. Sally slid to one side, and June perched at the edge. Sally's fingers slipped away from Jim's cock shaft, and June gingerly took hold of it. She ducked her head down, and when her lips were almost touching the tip of his cockhead, she turned to look at Sally.
"Go ahead," the redhead told her. "As a matter-of-fact, why don't you fuck him?"
Releasing her grip on Jim's hard-on, June jerked upright. "Well, you're married-"
"So are you," Sally said. "And look, you're already touching another man's penis."
June looked down at her hand as if she'd never seen it. "I love the feel of your fingers," Jim said, low in his throat.
The sensuous tone to his voice made June's cunt lips swell against her panties. She took hold of his prick again, this time with her whole hand, and parted her lips. She felt his cockhead pass between them, and a sudden surge in her pussy made her swoop down and engulf his member to the root.
"That's it," Sally cried. "Go ahead, suck him!"
It suddenly occurred to June that Jim's prick wasn't protected. A warning flashed through her mind, overriding her tremendous lust, and she pulled his cock out.
Gasping, she explained her problem. Jim sat up, his stiff, spit-wet cock bobbing around. "June, we're swingers," Jim explained. "We get tested every month."
He nodded to Sally. She got up and fished some papers out of her handbag. "These are doctor's reports," she said, handing the papers to June. "See for yourself-we're one-hundred-percent clean."
A quick look at the papers proved Sally right. "Now I am ashamed," June said. "I really didn't mean to imply that I thought you were dirty or anything."
"You shouldn't be ashamed," Jim said firmly. "You're damn smart. As horny as you are-and believe me, you're horny-you're able to think of that. So, relax."
Turning over on her stomach, June stretched out so that her feet were resting on the couch arm. She nudged her chin over Jim's thigh and seized his prick, shoving it back into her mouth and plunging down until she could feel his ball sac touch her chin. As she closed her mouth over the stiff member, she felt a wet spot develop on the white cotton crotch of her panties. Her pussy suddenly felt empty, like it had the night before when Frank had been too tired to fuck, and she took her mouth away again.
"I'd like to try fucking, if you don't mind," she said to Sally. "Should we go into the bedroom?"
"Right here is okay with me, unless you really can't stand it," Sally replied. "You have such a nice, soft rug."
"All of a sudden, I don't know what to do," June giggled, straightening up and letting go of Jim's dick.
Seeing June's look of uncertainty, Jim suggested, "We should watch a little more of the tape, first."
"Good idea," Sally agreed. Jim got up and took his pants off all the way. Sally pulled off her long, shapeless dress, and, bare-breasted, sat back down at the couch. June took a long look at Sally's breasts, round like hers but more spherical. That incident in college came to mind again, then she glanced at Jim's prick as he sat back down.
It was her saliva on it, she realized. It hit her then that she'd just had a different penis in her mouth. An instant of anxiety gave way to a feeling of deep satisfaction, like something that had been wrong with her for a long time finally cleared up.
A giggle from the television set turned her attention back to the tape. Jim was holding Violet by her hips, lifting the small, younger woman up. She tapped his hard-on, making it shake up and down like a diving board, then she giggled again. When her crotch was at the height of Jim's, she threw her arms around his neck and he seized her ass cheeks.
"Oh!" Amazed and intrigued, June watched the slim brown-haired woman wrap her legs around Jim's waist. The camera shook a little as the cameraman zoomed in for a close-up, and Sally laughed.
"Well, he's almost professional," she commented.
Jim shushed her and pointed at the television screen. The man behind the camera was skilled enough to catch precisely the sight of Jim's cockhead passing between two totally hairless cunt lips. Jim lifted Violet up and she slid down, her small cunt swallowing his thick hard-on to the root. The cameraman spun around, crouching down behind Violet and aiming the camera at her butt cheeks. The small rounds of firm flesh were half-hidden in Jim's large hands, and the camera came in closer as he spread those cheeks.
Violet's ass-hole filled the screen. June unconsciously licked her lips, squeezing her thigh and surprising herself at the sensation. She could see just a bit of hairless cunt from just under Violet's butt, and her pussy churned again, harder.
She wasn't aware that Sally was watching her and not the television set. The redhead caught the gleam in June's eye at the sight of Violet's sex holes, and she knew just how far she and Jim could go with their new neighbor that afternoon. On the screen, the room jerked around as the cameraman got on the floor. Jim spread his legs, and the camera was looking straight up at his and Violet's joined genitals.
Firm muscles rippled along the girl's back as Jim humped up into her. She humped back, her long nipples meshing with the wiry strip of hair across Jim's chest. Jim's fingers slid into her ass crack. The cameraman zoomed in on her anus as Jim pressed a finger to it. Now thoroughly agitated sexually, June began to wriggle around on the couch.
"I think she's ready," Sally murmured. To June, she said, "Am I right?"
Her voice a half octave lower, June half-whispered, "Yeah." She stood up and fumbled with her blouse buttons. Sally offered to help, and June dropped her arms to her sides. Jim yanked off his sweatshirt and sat at the edge of the couch, watching his wife undress their neighbor. June looked down, her eyes on Sally's fingers as the redhead quickly opened her blouse. June raised her arms and Sally pulled the garment off.
"Breasts like yours," Jim commented. "You know, you two-"
Sally turned her head sharply around and silenced him with a look. June popped her jeans open and shucked them down. Sally crouched to get the garment off June's feet, and June leaned a hand on Sally's bare shoulder for support. Her hand tingled at the feel of her swinging neighbor's skin, and she felt that peculiar churning in her cunt again.
Wearing only light-blue panties, June stood in the middle of the room. Saying he'd take over from there, Jim stepped up to her. He gently caressed the side of her neck, and June tilted her head up to him. She felt one more instant of hesitation, then his lips brushed against hers. Whatever was keeping her lust in check gave way, and she threw her arms around his well-developed chest.
A wonderful, warm sensation swept over her as she felt the tip of his tongue tap her teeth. She opened her mouth, sliding her hands down his back to his ass cheeks as his tongue met hers. Closing her mouth, she sucked at Jim's tongue and clutched his butt as his hard-on poked against the front of her panties. Slowly, he drew his tongue out of her mouth. Reaching around her back, he undid her bra and let it drop to the floor. June closed her eyes and sighed deeply as his hands wandered over her breasts. He squeezed her nipples, then bent down and lifted her right breast to his mouth.
Uttering a sharp cry of passion, June gripped his bare sides tightly and thrust her chest at his mouth. He clamped his lips down on her nipple, tugging at it as he ran his hands over her bare sides. Pressing the fabric of her panties against her ass cheeks, he moved his mouth to her other nipple.
When both nips were stiff and wet, he dropped to his knees and jammed his mouth against the front of her panties. June stumbled a little, bending over and gripping his shoulders for support as she felt the warmth of his lips through the cloth of the panties. Keeping his lips pressed to the material, he rode his mouth to the waistband and took it between his teeth.
Now all but beside herself with desire, June hefted her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples as Jim dragged her panties down with his teeth. When the garment was pooled around June's ankles, he gripped her wrists to steady her as she kicked her undergarment aside.
Amazing everyone, including herself, June swooped down and jammed her hands against Jim's chest. Too surprised to resist, he fell back as she pushed. His ass hit the rug, and he thrust an arm out to slow the descent of his shoulders.
Sally, leaning toward them with her hands on her knees, asked June what was going on. June rasped something and shook her head. Jim remained in place on the floor, looking at June and then at his wife. Their blonde neighbor slowly and purposefully stepped over Jim, pausing to gaze down at his prick. Due to his surprise, it had softened somewhat. Nodding, as if concluding a conference with herself, June turned around, crouched down and spread Jim's legs.
Neither he nor Sally spoke. They were as intrigued by the abrupt change in June as they were horny for her, and as experienced as they were, they couldn't figure out what she was doing.
Actually, June was herself only partially aware of her plans. Jim remained limp as she neatly separated his legs. She turned around and knelt between his feet, fondling a round, hanging breast as she slowly draped her other hand over Jim's cock and balls. His prick quivered at her touch. Her lust got so intense it was painful, and she slid her breast hand down to her pussy.
Spreading her thighs, she bent low and slid two fingers into her cunt. Hissing as she pushed them in, she lifted Jim's soft prick, squeezed it gently, then kissed the head. She nibbled at it with her lips, sticking out her tongue to run the tip around the rim separating cockhead from cock shaft, then nibbled again. There was a wet popping sound as she drew her fingers out of her cunt, and Jim and Sally could hear her cunt juice slosh around when she shoved her fingers back in.
Sally's cunt was also soaking wet. The redhead lifted her butt and rolled her panties off, the frail, lacy undergarment rolling up into a tight rope of white fabric as she dragged it down her legs. Lying back, her shoulder blades to the couch cushions, she raised her legs high and snapped the panties off.
Jim turned his lust-clouded eyes to her, and his cock immediately became fully erect. June took it all the way into her mouth, swung her head around a few times, then took it out. Finally, they could see what she was up to. A panting Sally dropped her feet to the floor and plunged both hands into her crotch at the sight of June lowering her cunt to her husband's cockhead. The blonde skillfully tucked the head between her lips, then slowly, in a spiraling motion, took his hard-on into her snatch.
Sally had been toying with her cunt lips, and the sound of Jim's groan made her plunge two fingers in hard. She stroked herself rapidly as more and more of Jim's prick vanished into June's pussy, the thickly veined underside disappearing behind the blonde's bare ass cheeks. When June's butt cheeks were touching Jim's thighs, Sally took her fingers out of her pussy and got up.
As she stepped around the fucking couple, she studied June's face. Her blonde neighbor was lost in ecstasy, her eyes wide and a wild, gleeful smile was on her face. Moaning "Oh, yes," June drew herself up, clutching Jim's cockhead between her pussy lips and leaving the cumand spit-wet cockshaft bare. She plunged down and started humping madly. Jim grunted something and reached for her breasts, opening his eyes and casting Sally an imploring look.
He desperately needed a distraction to keep from shooting off too fast, and Sally provided him with one by squatting over his head and pressing her pussy firmly against his mouth. Releasing June's tits, he grasped his wife's tits and thrust his tongue deep into her snatch.
Her back straight, her closed eyes pointed at the ceiling, June maintained a steady up-and-down humping rhythm, immersed in a sea of total pleasure. She was calmer than she'd been the first time she tried this position with Frank, but the wild euphoria was just as much present. Wanting to feel his skin on her hands, she reached out and instead touched Sally's breasts.
June jerked her eyes open. The redhead remained perfectly still as June pulled her hands away and looked at them, sliding down so that her cunt lips were touching the base of his cock. Her fingers trembled as she raised her hands. Drawing in a deep breath, she shot her arms forward and clapped her hands over her neighbor's tits.
Long red nipples dug into June's palms. For a moment, she seemed to Sally to be confused, then her eyes brightened and a happy smile spread across her face.
"I love the way these feel," she said, gently rubbing Sally's nipples and letting her fingers sink into the softness of Sally's boobs.
"Would you like to kiss them?" Sally purred, pushing her tits harder against June's hands. "You lean forward, and I'll lean back."
Murmuring something inaudible, June lifted her butt cheeks off Jim's thighs and bent toward Sally as the redhead leaned back. Sliding a hand under one of Sally's round breasts, she lifted it to her mouth.
"Hey, don't forget about me," Jim mumbled into his wife's red-haired pussy.
June obligingly raised her cunt up and slid down again. His cockhead grazed her G-spot, and she clenched her cunt muscles firmly around his stiff rod. Keeping her pussy grip, she kissed the tip of Sally's nipple and rubbed her lips over it. With a passionate murmur, she pressed her mouth tightly against the red-brown ring of Sally's areola and started sucking her stiff nipple.
Then, she let loose as she had before. The thrill of once again having a breast in her mouth...Jim's thick cock caught in her cunt...letting out a shriek, she began to hump wildly up and down, sliding her hands along Sally's bare sides. Feeling June's fingers begin to dig in, Sally lifted herself off Jim's face and jumped to one side.
Thrashing around, humping furiously, June's shriek of climax rocked the room. A flood of cunt juice splashed over Jim's crotch, soaking his cock hair and balls as June continued humping. She slowed, then, with a final gasp of ecstasy, plunged straight down. Jim's cock started spurting, and he held her tightly as his load thundered into her pussy. Grunting and groaning, lifting his butt and bumping it back down against the rug, he shot burst after burst of semen into her.
As her orgasm faded, June slumped down over him. His softening cock slipped out of her pussy, and June rolled over on her back. They lay side by side, breathing hard and staring up at the ceiling. Sally watched from the couch, idly stroking her slit as she stared at June's pussy.
June sat up, shaking her head and looking down at her wet pussy. "I'd better clean up," she said. "God, Sally, Jim, that was incredible." She briefly described her reservations about letting herself go. "Now, I have nothing to be afraid of. I mean, I just went wild and nothing happened."
"What happened was, you gave me a hell of a fuck," Jim chuckled. "You really like that woman-on-top stuff, huh?"
"I, I guess so," June giggled.
Sally asked, "Is that how you and Frank do it?"
"We, ah, just started," June said, looking down at herself. "I was pretty reserved-I told you how I felt-we did it that way the other night."
"Did you do that trick with your pussy? I could have sworn that Sally had a patent out on it."
"It happened," June explained. "Please, don't ask me how. I don't know how I did it tonight, either."
"I'm sure you'll figure it out," Sally said. "Say, we're not keeping you from anything, are we?"
"I have a pretty light schedule. It's the time of year," June explained. "I certainly don't mind if you stick around-"
"And we haven't watched the rest of the tape,"
Jim finished.
June sat down at her end of the couch. Sally sat next to her, her bare shoulder almost touching the naked blonde's. Jim sat apart from them and started the tape.
The first thing June saw was Violet kneeling at Sally's feet with her face in Sally's crotch.
CHAPTER FIVE
June uttered a cry of surprise. Casually resting her hand on June's thigh, Sally said, "Don't tell me you've never heard of such a thing."
"I won't tell you," June said. "I just wasn't expecting it." She let her legs drop apart, her knee touching Sally's.
The nude redhead draped an arm over the nude blonde's shoulders. June leaned against her. "I guess you've never done it, though, right?" Sally asked softly.
"Wrong," June sighed. "Under the covers, in the dorm, lights out...Gwen and I did it a few times, in the last few weeks before graduation. We promised to keep in touch, but...you know."
"Were there any others?" Sally increased the pressure of her fingers just a bit.
June responded by pressing her knee more firmly against Sally's. "No. I was also having a fuck affair with a guy, and it seemed weird to me to be going both ways. Of course, I knew what 'bisexual' meant, but, like I said, it seemed weird."
Sally leaned her head on June's shoulder. "It can be tough, at first, when you realize that about yourself. One way or another, though, your true nature will come out. Watch Violet."
The camera was pointing up between Sally's legs, providing a good view of Violet's tongue making its way along Sally's slit. A look of intense passion on her face, Sally held the girl's head and hunched down, her cunt lips pooling over the smaller, younger, woman's mouth.
Violet started working her mouth around, her lithe, naked body quivering with excitement. Sally eased her arm over June's shoulders and lightly trailed her finger along June's breasts.
"Did you and your female lover tongue kiss?" Sally asked.
"Yes, so we could taste ourselves," June smiled. What used to be a painful memory was suddenly a very fond one. "We tasted good!"
Sally looked at her slyly. "Come on, tell me what you did."
Jim stopped the now-forgotten tape and leaned back against the couch arm, fingering his soft cock. He knew what was going to happen.
So did June. Without a moment's hesitation, she surrendered herself to the fact that she and Sally were about to make love. A delicious feeling of anticipation stole over her, and she let Sally take complete control of the event.
"Well, first we just hugged each other, naked," June said, pursing her lips. "We rubbed our titties together, and that felt good. We felt it in our pussies, and we finally got the bright idea to masturbate each other."
"So, you put your finger in her pussy?"
"That's right. I really loved doing it."
"Show me." Sally spun around, draping her legs over June's and parting her thighs. "Do it to me."
Sliding forward, June perched her bare butt on the edge of the couch and turned sideways, slowly extending her hand toward her naked neighbor. Her fingers touched down on Sally's stomach, and the redhead blew a kiss at the blonde as June's fingers moved slowly downward. When she reached the wiry red patch of Sally's pussy hair, she bent her wrist to press the flat of her palm against her neighbor's mound.
Sally lifted her butt, murmuring that it felt wonderful. June slid her hand off and brought her other hand into Sally's crotch. She gently pried apart her neighbor's pussy lips, licking her lips at the sight of the light pink inside.
"Oh, you have such a pretty cunt," June purred, letting Sally's lips drop closed. Extending a forefinger, she slid it in slowly, pausing to look up at Sally's face. All she could see was sexual feelings in Sally's expression, so she pushed her finger in all the way. The warm wetness of Sally's cunt slithered around her, making fresh sex juice ooze out of her own slit.
"Use two," Sally urged. "Go ahead."
Extending her middle finger, June slid it in and felt Sally's cunt walls. "That's perfect," Sally hissed. "Now, let me do yours."
Regretfully, June withdrew her fingers and turned so that she was leaning against the backrest of the couch. Sally swung her legs around and pressed herself against June as she sat up. She reached into June's crotch, June reached into hers, and as Sally's fingers filled June's pussy, June's fingers filled Sally's.
"Just lean back and enjoy it," Sally instructed. "Then, we can do what ever you want."
June leaned against her and gave Sally's neck a quick kiss. Sally rubbed her cheek against June's, then the two women locked lips. Jim got up to watch them from across the room, absently toying with his soft prick as he glanced from one bare bosom to the other. There was a rough similarity between their breasts, that round shape...but Sally's breasts were slightly less round, a bit bullet-shaped. Also they jutted out from either side of her chest. June's spherical boobs were close together, providing her with a deep, inviting cleavage.
Sitting on the rug, he let his gaze wander down their bodies to where their fingers were frigging each other in synch. Grinding their lips together, they reached for each other with their free hand. June lightly caressed Sally's breast, floating her palm across the redhead's chest and letting her fingers rest lightly on Sally's opposite nipple.
Sally shoved a hand under June's boobs and clutched them together. June shuddered visibly, and Jim felt the sight of her rippling muscles in his cock. Their eyes lighting up with amusement, they slowly drew their heads apart, their tongues extending until both tongues were visible and touching at the tip. Turning her wrists, Sally pressed June's nipples together and lowered her mouth.
Jim gaped as his wife sucked both their neighbor's nipples into her mouth at the same time. Gripping Sally's side, June shivered and made short, gasping noises. The sheer pleasure of it made her shrug her shoulders forcefully, breaking Sally's fragile grip.
The redhead drew her finger out of June's pussy. June's finger had slipped out while June was writhing around, and Sally held up her cum-wet finger.
"You really are soaked," the redhead said. "Let me see how you taste." She slithered her tongue along her finger and smacked her lips. "Delicious," she said. "Mind if I get some from the source?"
"Please," June purred, pressing her shoulder blades against the back of the couch and sliding her butt to the edge. She parted her thighs, looked down at the blonde thatch of hair over her cunt and slid back to prop her feet up on the couch.
"Oh, yes, a very pretty pussy," Sally rasped, on her haunches in front of June's snatch. She pressed her face against June's private flesh, working her head in a circle and murmuring passionately. Sticking out her tongue, she pressed it against the bit of skin separating cunt and ass-holes and made a steady trail up the blonde's wet slit to her clit.
June jumped, uttering a cry of delight at the touch of Sally's tongue on her clit. Sally swished around the stiff love button, then slipped her cunt down and poked it between June's cunt lips. Clutching the sides of June's butt cheeks, Sally thrust in, caressing the warm, pink inside of June's pussy. Then, making a kissing motion, she pulled her tongue out and rocked back on her haunches.
"That felt so good," June said. "Do it some more."
"Soon, soon," Sally replied. "Tell me, did you and your girlfriend titty fuck?"
June cast her a querulous look. "No, we didn't have cocks. I still don't, just this." Reaching under her cunt hair with two fingers, she bared her clit.
"That's good, just hold it right there," Sally said. "Girls can titty fuck each other. I'll show you."
Taking hold of a breast, the redhead leaned sideways and aimed her long nipple at the top of June's pussy. June leaned over to help, thrilling to the realization of what Sally was going to do. With practiced ease, she touched the tip of her teat to June's clit. June jumped up again, hissing sharply and thrusting her hips at the redhead's breast.
"Now we do this," Sally said, sing-song. "This is why it's nice to have long nipples."
Her nipple slid into June's slit. Sally pushed forward, touching the stiff bud to the soft, interior flesh as the round whiteness of her breast pooled against June's labia.
"Oh, this is so good," June cried out, working her twat around.
Her cunt juice oozed out over Sally's boob, glistening on the smooth white flesh. When it was thoroughly wet, Sally replaced it with her other nipple. Finally, she sat back, her tits wet with June's sexual fluids.
She was about to plunge her face back into June's pussy when June tapped her on the shoulder. "Let me lick you clean, first, okay?"
Sally got up and sat back down on the couch. June turned sideways, bending her legs so that her knees touched her stomach. Planting a kiss on
Sally's stomach, she stuck out her tongue and dragged it around her neighbor's breasts.
"I do taste good," June said, uncurling her body and putting her feet back up on the edge of the couch.
"Good, then let me have some more," Sally replied, dropping back down in front of June.
Her face shot immediately into the blonde's crotch. June let out a loud sigh, rocking her upraised knees from side to side as Sally probed for the rear of her pussy with her tongue. The redhead found June's G-spot and started massaging it, sliding her hands under the blonde's ass cheeks.
Again, it was delight and not revulsion that June felt as Sally's fingers made a steady progress down the walls of her ass crack. Sally's fingertip reached June's ass-hole, and the blonde squealed as her neighbor fought to push her fingertip in. As before, June's anal muscles reluctantly gave way, and June shouted something incomprehensible. Her pussy began its orgasmic contractions, and she kicked her feet up as her cunt throbbed madly around Sally's tongue.
When she heard June scream that it was too much, Sally withdrew her tongue. June's orgasm continued, the blonde bucking her bare, beautiful ass up and down against the couch cushions and shuddering violently. Her boobs danced around on her chest, and her breath came in deep gasps.
"I can't believe how wonderful that is...how wonderful you were," June said.
"Haven't you heard? A lot of people-women, I mean-say that only another woman can really eat pussy."
"That's no modern myth," June laughed. "I can't believe I used to think so."
"So, don't," Sally said, sitting on the couch again. "Care to try me?"
"I'd love to," June replied. "But it's been so long, and I didn't do it too many times. I don't know if I can still do it right."
"You know what they say about riding a bicycle," Sally smiled.
June slid off the couch and draped Sally's legs over her shoulders. She kissed her neighbor's red-haired pussy mound, then pressed her face firmly against Sally's slit. Thrusting her tongue in, as Sally had done to her, she probed around and found that special pad of skin.
All of a sudden, it was like her last lesbian experience had happened the day before. She remembered the special tongue moves that drove her roommate crazy, and she darted around the interior of Sally's pussy with what seemed like well-practiced skill.
Soon, the redhead was writhing and moaning, rubbing her ass against the couch cushion while she ground her cunt lips against June's face. When June felt the first tremors of impending orgasm in Sally's cunt, she abruptly pulled her tongue back.
Before Sally could protest, June moved her lips to the top of Sally's slit and deftly nudged aside the bit of snatch skin covering the redhead's clit. She slid two fingers into her cunt and extended her thumb, pressing it against her neighbor's anus.
She had engaged in ass play before! The thought struck her hard, and she remembered how her female lover's ass-hole contracted around and squeezed her finger under the sheets in the dark dormitory room. The scent of Sally's heat and the female flesh in contact with her mouth and fingers made the image fade.
This was real. She pressed down with her thumb, feeling Sally's anus easily give way. Because of the position she was in, she couldn't actually get her thumb in the redhead's bunghole, but she could certainly massage it. She worked the puckered hole around, humping Sally's pussy with a steady in-out motion. Easily, she got her lips over Sally's clit and increased the movement of her fingers as she pressed down.
The redhead's cunt lips swelled suddenly against June's face. Her cunt began soaking June's mouth and fingers, and her ass-hole throbbed around her thumb. Letting out a long, low cry of ecstasy, Sally rammed her cunt firmly against June's face and squeezed her thighs against the sides of June's head as her climax pounded through her.
Finally, Sally swooped down and grabbed June's head. Pushing her face away, she jerked back to free her ass and cunt of June's fingers.
"Now, I'm the one who's crying uncle," Sally gasped, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed hard. "Are you sure you haven't done this since college?"
"You said it was like riding a bicycle," June laughed. "Actually, I amazed myself. I know I got you off, but, somehow, it's hard for me to believe."
"Believe it," Sally laughed hoarsely. "I don't know when I've had such good woman sex." She glanced over at Jim. "Talking about woman sex, I think ours has had an effect on somebody."
Jim was lying on his back, grinning up at them. His hard-on had returned, the stiff rod leaning toward them as if beckoning them on its own.
"Hmm, I could use a little more of that in my cunt," June mused.
"So could I," Sally agreed.
"Well, I can only fuck one of you at a time," Jim commented. "Who goes first?"
"We both do," Sally insisted. "Remember what happened at Mark and Janet's?"
Sally got up and stretched herself out on the rug. "June, lie here beside me and get in position. like this."
Sally raised her knees and parted her thighs. June did-likewise. Jim got up and stared down at them.
"Remember, June is our hostess," Sally said. "Let's be courteous about this, shall we?"
"Always glad to oblige a lady," Jim chuckled, hunkering down in front of June.
He crawled between her legs and seized his cock by the base, poking the head between June's twat lips. As he lowered himself down over her, his cock rode into her pussy. June kicked her legs up and crossed them over his back. Jim gave her a few strokes then pulled out, gently peeling her legs off him.
Remaining on his hands and knees, he moved over to Sally. June watched his lean, well-muscled frame pass between her upraised legs, then saw his cock slip under the mass of wiry red hairs on Sally's pussy mound.
"This does round things off," Sally said, grabbing her husband's shoulder blades and pushing her pussy toward him. She churned her hips around, then dragged herself back, dislodging his penis.
Jim went back to June, sliding his cock into her to the root in one thrust. June gasped, throwing her arms around him. Her pussy muscles did their clenching trick again, squeezing his stiff rod.
"Hey, easy," Jim laughed. "That's a powerful weapon you have there. Let me save some for Sally."
"There's no reason why June and I can't drink from the same fountain," Sally said. "Get that thing out of that pussy and get back on your ass."
Working his cock around in a corkscrewing motion, Jim withdrew his cock and flipped over on his back. Sally crouched down at his left hip and gestured to June to join her at Jim's right.
"I'll take this side," Sally said, tapping a finger against her husband's stiff prick.
Sticking out her tongue, she bent it over her lip and laid the flat of it against the taut, thickly veinous skin of Jim's erection. Feeling the soft, wet flesh on his prick, Jim shifted around. June bent low, her nipples brushing against her thighs for an extra thrill, and did the same as Sally. The two women dragged their tongues to Jim's cockhead, where their tongue tips touched.
"Want me to make him yell 'ouch'? " Sally asked.
June nodded, grinning. Sally curled up her tongue and pressed the tip into Jim's peehole.
"Ouch!" Jim kicked his ass up as he yelled.
"Does it hurt?" June asked.
"Hurts so good," Jim groaned.
Sally urged June to give it a try. She curled her tongue up as Sally had, gripped Jim's cock shaft and dabbed her tongue at the tiny slit.
"Ouch!" Jim bucked up again.
Giggling, June stammered, "It...works!"
Sally closed her mouth over Jim's prick and gave the stiff member a quick suck. Pulling it out, she pointed it at June. The blonde took it from the redhead, and shivered with delight as his hardness filled her mouth.
"Don't hog it," Sally said.
June nodded in agreement, and slowly tilted her head back, letting Jim's cock drop out of her mouth. Sally took it and sucked harder. June did the same, and they passed his prick back and forth until it started throbbing. Then, four feminine hands seized his cock shaft and started stroking. When the first spurt of his cum shot out, Sally leaned back to catch it on her tits. His second spurt hit June's pussy, and just as the third erupted, she turned his cock toward Sally. She was aiming for Sally's tits but missed, and a huge gob of semen landed right on Sally's lips.
By the time Jim finished shooting his load, both women had gobs of his ejaculate on their tits and faces. They cleaned each other off, then June got back into her panties. Sally dressed, then Jim.
"Well, I guess we're all fucked out now," Jim said.
"I am, at least for the afternoon," Sally said. "I don't know when I've had so much sex in such a short time," June commented. "In fact, I don't think I ever had."
"How about Frank? Are you going to tell him right off?" Jim asked.
"Right, and do you think he'll be into swinging?" Sally queried.
"I haven't thought about him, I have to admit," June said. "He's been after me to try different things, but I don't know. I think I'll sound him out on it before I spring it on him."
"That sounds best," Sally said. "But, swinging?" June got up and retrieved the magazine Frank had brought home. "He showed me this last night. One of the techs at his office brought it in. He said it was just for laughs."
"I don't know," Jim said thoughtfully. "It could be a broad hint, too. Maybe he wants to play around but is afraid you'll be upset?"
"That would be Frank," June said. "Hey, that's an idea-I can use the magazine as a vehicle for bringing the whole thing up."
"Give it a try," Sally urged. "We're not the only certifiably safe swingers around, but there aren't that many of us. Variety is the whole point of the thing, after all."
After they left, June showered and took a quick nap. She put on a floor-length housedress and did some more work in her office, stopping when it was time to prepare dinner. Thoughts of how to break the news of the change in her to Frank filtered through her mind, and she tried to anticipate his reaction.
Should she just come out and say she'd done a three-way with the neighbors and that they'd extended an open invitation to the two of them to join in? No, not all at once, and she guessed that she'd have to get him good and horny before they got to the couch, maybe even before dinner. Feeling just a little bit turned on, she knew exactly what she had to do.
When Frank came home around seven that evening, the first thing he noticed was that the drapes were drawn tightly over their picture window. This was unusual, since June liked to have plenty of sunlight. She called hello to him from the kitchen, and he headed to the bathroom.
She was still in the kitchen when he emerged, noticing that the kitchen door was closed. This was also unusual-he wasn't sure if she'd closed it even once since they moved in. The door opened and June stepped out.
His pretty blonde wife was completely naked. Half-rising, dropping the newspaper he'd been skimming, he gaped open-mouthed at the sight of her nipples and pussy hair.
"Why, um, you're nude," he stammered.
"Oh, I just didn't feel like wearing clothes," June said breezily. "There's no one else here, and the windows are closed, so there's no problem."
"Yes, but I have to eat, and-"
"Am I so ugly, I make you lose your appetite?" June planted her hands on her hips, thrusting her breasts at him and trying to look angry.
"No, no, it's just that my stomach gets tight when
I'm, you know."
"Food will loosen you up, so don't be silly." June turned to go back to the kitchen.
Accidentally-on-purpose, June dropped the dish towel she'd carried in and bent low to pick it up. Frank watched her buttocks spread slightly and caught just a glimpse of her butt hole. Feeling his cock tingle, he tried to focus his attention on his newspaper.
After what seemed like an eternity, June called him in to eat. She was wearing a short apron, the artificial fabric demurely covering her cunt. It did nothing to hide her ass cheeks, though, and the tied string around her waist only served to accentuate those firm mounds.
She kept the apron on all during dinner. She'd been careful to prepare Frank's favorite food, and he didn't have as much trouble wolfing it down as he'd thought. He hadn't forgotten about her, though. All through dinner and light conversation, his eyes kept drifting to her bare breasts. When they finished, he offered to do the dishes and clean up.
June, meanwhile, took the apron off and sat on the couch with the swinger's magazine. Frank came in, and she gazed up and down at his shirt-and-pants-clad form.
"Is this a formal occasion?" she asked, leaning back with her arms over the back of the couch.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're dressed. Maybe it's cold in here and I just don't know it?"
"I can take a hint," Frank chuckled. He ducked into their bedroom and quickly stripped to his balls. June noticed that his cock was growing a little as he approached the couch.
"You know I'm actually enjoying this," June said, leaning against him as he sat down next to her. "It really isn't disgusting at all. In fact, I think it sounds like fun." She winked.
Frank cast her a strange look. "That's a hell of a change in twenty-four hours," he said. "Now, you're telling me you like this stuff?"
"I didn't say I liked it," June replied coyly. "I just said it sounded like fun."
"Wait, how does that add up?"
June shrugged, making her breasts jiggle. "I don't know, it just does. By the way, your dick is awfully cute tonight."
She reached over and tapped at his soft member. Frank squirmed around, looking down at her hand.
"June, something's up, I just know it is. Can you please tell me what?"
Giving his dick a squeeze, she pulled her hand back and perched her feet at the edge of the couch like she had for Sally. As she expected, Frank peered down at her pussy.
"And you're horny and not trying to hide it," Frank pressed on. "June, tell me what it is, or what happened or whatever the fuck, now."
Looking him in the eyes, she smiled broadly and said, "Today I had my first three-way."
"Your first what!" Frank jumped up and staggered back, his face a mask of shocked surprise.
"A three-way," June said, starting to feel a bit nervous. "You know what that is, don't you?"
"Yeah, of course, but you...hey, are you kidding?"
"No, I'm not," June said. "Those new people next door, Jim and Sally, they're swingers. They came over for a visit and we got into it."
"Into it? Into what?" A strange sense of dread cut through Frank's confusion.
"I just told you, silly. Sex. We all had sex. Jim, Sally and I."
"You, you and Sally? I had no idea you liked women. What, how-"
"You have a short memory," she purred. "I did tell you about my girlfriend in college."
"Oh, yeah." Frank remembered then. Not only did she tell him, she told him in such vivid detail that he came three times that night. "So, you and Sally. And Sally and Jim...." A horrified look came over his face. "And you and Jim?"
"That's right," June said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Jim and I."
CHAPTER SIX
"I can't believe this," Frank said, taking a few steps back. "All in one afternoon, my wife had sex, and-"
"Frank, you're not letting me finish."
"I can't imagine what the hell else you could possibly say."
"Try," June said, starting to get annoyed. He wasn't taking the news like she expected, not at all. Just when she'd gotten over her own prudishness....
"Frank, I told you they're swingers. They've extended us an invitation to swing with them whenever we want. That means you can do it with Sally."
"Sally?" Frank's horrified expression intensified. "June, I hardly know the woman-I think I've only seen her twice."
"So, how does she look to you? You know, her hair is red everywhere."
"I didn't...well, that's not something I'd dwell on," Frank said, edging away from her. "You say you saw it?"
A harsh tone crept into his voice, and his eyes narrowed. "I think some kind of bullshit is going on around here, like you're using that magazine as an excuse-"
"What were you using it for?" June barked back, now angry. "Do you really think you can convince me it's only a joke? Are you really sure you weren't trying to interest me in this?" She held up the magazine, opened to a page showing two women having sex with one man.
"It's an excuse," Frank said. "Maybe you've been fucking around with what's his name, Jim, and you've cooked this up. Telling me you've had sex with another woman. You? You don't even want to get off your back when we're in bed!"
"Honey, I changed," June exclaimed pleadingly. "This has been building up in me-"
"I don't know what's been building-"
"You wanted this for me," June insisted. She was getting more and more aggravated about his attitude.
She wasn't the only one who'd abruptly changed, she thought. A day ago, the positions were reversed. Now, with what Frank wanted staring him in the face, he was acting more reserved than she ever did.
Drawing in a deep breath to compose herself, June said quietly, "Frank, do you really think I'd deceive you like that?"
The suspicious look vanished from his eyes, replaced by one of utter confusion. "No...you wouldn't...but I never thought you'd do something like this."
"But, Frank, isn't it what you wanted? "I don't know what I want or don't want right now," he said, turning to head for the bedroom.
His cock was completely soft, she noticed. Through the half-opened bedroom door, she saw him hauling his underpants up over his balls and then step into his pants.
"Look, I have to go out for a little while," he said. "This is all just too much for me. I, I'll be home later."
"Frank, wouldn't it be better if we just sat down and talked it out? Maybe invite Sally and Jim over-"
"For what, an orgy?" He pulled his shirt on so hard, he almost tore it. "I don't know what's happened...no, I don't know what I want...I can't talk...I have to go somewhere and think this over for a while."
With that, he left the house. June started to go after him, but she remembered that she was naked. Before she could locate her clothes, she heard his car start and drive off. A sick, sad feeling came over her, and she dropped her bare ass on the couch.
How badly hurt was he? She was angry, but more at herself than at him. How could she have been so naive? People didn't always act the way they talked...and the way she just threw it at him probably had a lot to do with his reaction. Fighting back tears, she called Sally.
The redhead came over about five minutes later. The first thing she did was insist that June drink down one of the beers she brought over, then she sat back down with her. June had quickly thrown on an old housedress, a wedding gift from a well-meaning but rather befuddled older relative, and her short blonde hair was wildly out of place.
Sally had tied her red hair up in a pony tail. Her stomach was bare, the tails of her black blouse tied up in a knot under her breasts. From one side, just a hint of the lace of her bra could be seen. Her legs and a good deal of her thighs were bare under a black leather miniskirt, and her open-toed sandals highlighted her red-painted toenails.
"I guess you just moved too quickly," Sally said. June replied that she'd already thought of that. "But, look. I would have made the same mistake. "Just like you, I thought he was really ready."
"The question is," June sighed, "now what? I don't know how I'll deal with it when he comes home."
"So, don't deal with it," Sally shrugged. "Look, I'm not saying you should be cold-hearted or anything. There are some things that people just have to work out for themselves, no matter how close they are to someone else."
"Well, you worked out my, uh, confusion for me," June pointed out.
"Did I? Honey, you did it all. If you'd been annoyed about the tapes, we would have shut the TV off and just had a quiet afternoon. And you didn't just decided to fuck Jim, you out-and-out attacked him!"
Despite all her upset, June had to laugh. "I guess I did...you just happened to be there when the explosion happened."
"It's funny, though, that Frank's hinting around didn't bring that out in me."
"That's easy," the redhead chuckled, leaning back and propping a foot up on the couch. The miniskirt slid to her lap, revealing the lacy crotch of her almost nonexistent panties. "As you know now, he wasn't sure about it himself. You picked up on that, and you were already unsure-"
"And it made me even more unsure," June finished. "But, I did shake him up. Badly."
"Ever think he might need it? You've gotten a look at a side of him you hadn't seen before."
June's expression brightened at that. "Sally, I love you. Now, I don't feel so bad at all." She looked down at herself and laughed again. "You know, we could be posing for some sort of weird commercial. I mean, you're ready to go out, and I'm the frumpy housewife."
"Actually, I am ready to go out," Sally laughed in reply. "You're right, though. It's sort of like the old generation meets the new, that type of thing."
"I didn't mean to slow up your evening," June said quickly. "I guess Jim's waiting for you, right?"
"Nope!" Sally shook her head and grinned. "I am going out by myself tonight. Sort of a hunting expedition."
"Hmm. I guess I don't have to ask what you'll be hunting for," June replied. "But, well, safety, you know."
"It's not a hunt like in unknown prey," Sally explained. "I think I mentioned before, I know lots of people on the swing set. You know, I should call it 'orgy set.' Anyway, I'll go to different places and see whom I can meet up with."
"Sounds fascinating," June said. "And Jim won't mind or anything?"
"No, he goes out by himself sometimes, too. That's when I stay home. Once in a while, he gets lucky, and a little more often, I get lucky."
"Lucky. You mean...."
"Right, end up fucking, anyway. So, are you interested in coming along? Of course, it would be a good idea if you'd changed."
"Well, sure," June said, really wanting to but feeling a bit nervous about it.
"One thing, you don't have to wonder how Frank will feel-you already know!"
June couldn't help laughing at that. She and Sally went into her bedroom. "Problem is," June said, "I tend to dress like an accountant. If I wore my work clothes, the only people I'd attract would be those with money problems."
"Oh, you have to have something...how about the stuff you wouldn't dare wear?"
June quickly darted to her closet and retrieved an outfit she'd bought to turn Frank on with. She'd only worn it once, to greet him when he came home. Although she'd planned on wearing it outside the house, somehow, she never found an occasion.
She sure as hell had one now, she realized. The top was a sheer nothing blouse, the same light-blue as her sexiest bra. The bra itself was partially see-through, and June shivered with delight to discover that just about all of her breasts could be seen by anyone who looked closely.
"I guess you haven't been paying too much attention to your wardrobe. Monogamy will do that to a person."
"Why do you say?" June asked, gazing at herself in a full-length mirror.
The short hem of the top left her lower body bare. Sally tried not to stare too hard at her naked cunt and ass as she replied. "You don't have any sexy underpants!"
June recalled that Frank had inadvertently torn her last pair of turn-on panties. "Maybe I just shouldn't wear any?" June mused.
"Eureka!" Sally exclaimed. "You know if we both do-" she paused as she hiked up her skirt and quickly shimmied her underpants down her legs. Bending over, her butt cheeks parting to expose her crack to June's gaze, she continued, "-we'll really turn up the heat. Mind if I leave these here?" She waved her discarded underpants around.
June told her to go ahead, and the redhead draped the undergarment over the back of a chair. "Sit on the bed with me a minute," Sally said. "And look at the mirror."
To her delight, June parted her thighs and leaned back to see the blonde thatch of her pussy hair in the mirror. Her darker cunt lips were partially obscured, but their outline would be noticeable. A glance at Sally's reflection showed the red of her neighbor's pussy patch.
"We are all set," June exclaimed, jumping to her feet. "I guess you know where to go...me, I'll go anywhere."
"Don't worry, I'm a good safari guide," Sally said as June followed her out to her car.
Frank had no idea where he was going until Mara's apartment building loomed up ahead of him. She'd know more about this, he reasoned. She'd be able to tell him what to do.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that she'd been telling the truth. That was worse, somehow. If she'd been having an affair, that at least was something ordinary. But a sex party? And, he'd had an affair, a real sneak-around like he'd tried to accuse her of.
Yes, Mara would know something. He realized he hadn't called her, so he quickly pulled over and got out his cellular phone. His fingers shook as he punched up her number, and he sighed loudly with relief when he heard her voice.
"Hi, Mara. I was just in the neighborhood, and-"
"Sure, come on up," she said. "I'm glad you called. If you were still at the office, I would have called you-I know better than to call a married man at home. Are you close by?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. About five minutes."
She answered the door in a waist-length robe that was decent by a small fraction of an inch.
Frank kept his gaze on her face, silently wishing she hadn't attired herself so attractively. He was feeling that tingle in his groin, but the rest of him didn't want to so much as hear about sex.
She offered him a beer. Frank answered, "I'm not sure." Mara turned to look at him as she went to get beers for both of them, and looked critically at his face.
"You are not a happy man. I know it's not trouble at the office, because I would have heard at least something about it. Therefore, it has to be at home problems."
Frank rolled his eyes as he deposited himself on her couch. "I guess you wouldn't know, I mean, like professionally, but, how can you tell if someone went crazy?"
"You think your wife is nuts?" She sat next to him, crossing her legs.
A bit of brown pussy hair peeked out from under the hem of the robe. He glanced at it hungrily, then lifted his eyes to her face. "I don't know. It isn't obvious, like ranting and raving or talking nonsense. She talks normally-I mean, the way she says things, but what those things are...damn."
"Okay, what did she say? People can get pretty nasty when they have a fight. You know they don't mean it, right?"
"Yes, no, I mean, we didn't have a fight. Or, at least, she didn't fight. Nobody got nasty."
"Wait a minute. How do you feel right now?"
"like I'm the one who's going crazy."
"This is starting to sound strange. You didn't have a fight, or a two-sided one, and you left the house anyway. Do I have that right?"
"Yes." Frank took a good, long deep breath and sighed as he exhaled. "I got, well, freaked."
Slowly, he told her what had happened at the house. In answer to Mara's question, he said, "She wouldn't joke like that, for one thing. Even if she took it into her head to do that, she wouldn't have let it run past the point where I'd leave."
"Well, good for you!" Mara plunked her beer down and jumped to her feet. "You're fine!"
His expression of bewilderment was so total, it was actually comical. Mara laughed. "Don't you see? Didn't she mention it? Something like this doesn't just happen to someone."
"Ah, yeah, building up for years, I think that's what she said."
"And you think of yourself as the typical monogamous type? Some people are, you know."
"Ah, well, I'm married," Frank said. "Doesn't that mean that?"
"No, it just means you're married. That's what 'swinger' means-married couples who trade partners. You need variety, and so does she. I guess you didn't tell her about us?
"I have an idea, if you can handle it. Let's go back to your house and discuss the whole thing with her. Maybe we can get something going."
Frank's eyes bugged out. Sliding away from her, he clasped his beer like it was trying to get away and moved his mouth up and down in an effort to speak.
"Frank," Mara said, a chiding tone to her voice. "Can you honestly, really, tell me you never thought of swinging and multiple-partner games?"
An abashed look replaced his gloss of bewilderment. "Yeah. I guess, no, damn it, I know that's why I brought the magazine home. It's like I created a monster-"
"Oh, come on," Mara sneered, waving her hand at him in a disdainful gesture. "You created a whole new sex life. Look, if we're going to go, I'd better dress."
Turning her back to him, she took off her robe and flung it over a chair. There was no way Frank could keep from staring at her naked buttocks as she strode into her bedroom.
He expected her to take a long time, but she emerged about five minutes later, wearing a thin blouse through which her lacy bra showed and a miniskirt that seemed to stop just below her waist. "Lace panties," she said. "Bikini style." She flipped up her skirt, giving him an eyeful of her lace-covered pussy mound. Bits of dark brown pussy hair stuck out sensuously from the openings in the lace.
"We'd better go right now," Frank said. "I'm starting to feel better about this, and I'm also starting to feel horny about it."
Mara didn't have a car, saying that people were always giving her rides, when Frank asked her why. She sat a respectable distance from him in the front seat, keeping her legs open just enough to permit him a teasing glimpse when he looked up at the mirror.
His feelings kept switching from horny to bewildered, and he struggled to keep his mind on the road. As he turned down the street he lived on, the full realization of what he was doing struck him and made him nervous. Aware of his tension, Mara softly told him that things were going to work out.
All the houses on either side of the street were dark, and that made him feel a bit more at ease. Light was coming from the house next door, though. Jim and Sally's.
Leaning toward her, he half-whispered, "Her, uh, friends are home, I think."
"Hey, great," Mara said, grinning all over herself. "Since you're completely freaked already, you won't be more shocked if I tell you that might just mean orgy."
"I probably wouldn't know what I was doing," Frank said mournfully. He gripped the steering wheel tightly enough to whiten his knuckles.
For some reason, he hadn't noticed that his own house was dark as well. Puzzled, he stepped out of the car and gestured to Mara to follow him as he approached his front door.
June wasn't home. The last time she'd been away this late was over a year ago, on family business. Mara stood silently in the doorway, watching as Frank peered into the bedroom.
"Her car is still here," he said, concerned. "I don't know where the hell she could have walked at this time of night."
Mara suggested they check the kitchen. There, Frank found a note that June had taped to the refrigerator. Hi, my new girlfriend and I are going out for a night on the town. Don't wait up for us. Love, June.
To his utter confusion, Mara leaned against the refrigerator door and laughed out loud. "Oh, Frank, she was born for the 'life.' I'll bet your neighbor is going to take her to all the hot spots . . .meet all the swingers."
"Are there a lot of people like that?" Frank asked, careless of his choice of words.
"People like your wife, you mean?" Mara retorted. "There sure are. As a matter-of-fact, I'm one of them. Look, you have to decide if you want in or out. Frankly, we wouldn't be here if you weren't an 'in,' right? Damn, Frank, you're good with the software, but you can't handle your wet ware."
"I can keep my head together-my 'wet ware' is fine," Frank snapped back. "Yes, okay, I'm horny, and what are we going to do?"
"Well, I'm certainly dressed for going out," Mara said. "And you look fresh enough. So, why don't we go out like your wife and your neighbor's wife did?"
"Why don't we?" Frank replied emphatically. "We can come back here and fuck in my bed-say we come back a little early-then, she'll come in and I'll see just how much she's into the 'life'. "
Just then, the doorbell rang. Jim was there, and he invited Frank and Mara over.
"Since we're neighbors, we should get to know each other," he said, and smiled. Frank introduced Mara, and Jim said hello as casually as if Mara had been June, his wife. Obviously, the man saw nothing out of order about Frank's being alone in the house with another woman.
Despite his misgivings, Frank found himself instantly liking the man. From what June had told him when Sally and Jim first moved in, he was also a computer pro. Although they were in different areas of the computer field, they were still colleagues, however remote.
And Frank always liked computer people. Numbers people, too.
"I'm not breaking anything up, am I?" Jim asked nonchalantly.
"Oh, no," Mara replied, just as casually. "We won't get around to fucking until later."
"I guess you guys have plans?" Jim glanced at Frank, who tried to stammer out something.
Mara answered, "No, we were just going to go out somewhere. Drinks, maybe."
"Well, I have plenty of beer and snack food," Jim offered. "And I have some tapes I think you'll find rather interesting."
"Hey, thanks," Mara said. "We'll be right over."
Jim went back to his house. Frank looked at her quizzically. "You act like you already know the guy. I sure as hell don't. And, what's this about a tape?"
"Walk slow, and I'll explain before we get there." Mara opened his front door with one hand and tugged at his sleeve with her other.
As Frank locked the door behind them, she continued, "He's the guy your June had the three-way with, right?" Frank nodded. "Okay, he's a swinger, and he's new in town. I'm not sure he knows if there's a swing set-hah, an orgy set-around here. There is, like June's finding out right now, but we keep it quiet. As for the tape, well, I think I'll just let you see for yourself."
He'd expected a wild, sort of bohemian-looking place, but Jim and Sally's living room was quite conventional. The decor was in quiet good taste, and nothing about the room suggested that sex parties were held there.
With a courtly gesture, Jim ushered Frank and Mara to a large, comfortable couch. "Be seated, please," he said theatrically. "Refreshments, then the show will begin."
Jim ducked into the kitchen. "This is a nice place," Frank whispered. "I'm not so nervous."
"Maybe," Mara whispered back, "you finally got all the bugs out of your wet ware."
Jim burst back into the room before Frank could reply. He plunked a six pack of imported beer on the coffee table and set up a bowl of popcorn next to it. He stepped up to a rack filled with videotape cases and gazed at it thoughtfully. He turned to look at them, and Mara spread her legs.
Frank noticed that Jim's glance ran right between her legs. Jim moved his gaze to Frank, then back to Mara, then back to between her legs, then back to Frank again. Finally, he smiled and raised a finger.
"Ah-ha! I know exactly which one."
Snapping a tape out of the case with a grand flourish, he stepped up to the VCR and put it in. Seating himself on a chair next to the couch, he clicked the VCR on with a remote.
The living room they were in came on screen as a voice announced that the filming had begun. There was a shriek from Sally, and the camera caught her clutching her bunched-up clothing to her chest. She protested with a shrill giggle that she wasn't ready.
Then, a naked Jim appeared in front of the camera. "Hmm, I was wondering what your prick looked like," Mara said. "It's nice and thick, a pussy cock. Frank's here is slender and longer, an ass cock."
"Well, thanks for the compliment," Frank murmured. The glimpse he'd caught of Sally's nudity revved up his lusts, and he felt his cock start to elongate in his briefs.
Another naked man appeared. "That's Andy, sort of a friend of the family," Jim explained. "See? He has an ass cock, too."
The man's cock seemed very long, and there was something odd. Frank gasped out loud as he realized that the man had no pubic hair.
"Andy-likes to shave," Frank said. "He's a considerate guy-doesn't want his ladies to get pubic hairs in their teeth."
Mara let out a hiss and jammed her thighs tightly together. Frank gazed up and down at the new man. His chest was also hairless, serving to accentuate his firm build. His coal-black hair was rather conservatively cut, and his thighs showed a bit more musculature than his chest and arms.
"That guy a swimmer?" Mara asked. "I once slept with half the school's swimming team, and-"
"All at once?" Jim interjected.
"No, over the course of a week," Mara said. "Anyway, they all had bodies like his."
"He was on the swim team in school. Still keeps up with it," Jim said. "You're right."
On the screen, the two men stepped aside to reveal a completely naked Sally. Frank squirmed around in his seat, drinking in the sight of her large breasts and red pussy bush.
"Your wife is absolutely delicious," Mara said, clapping her hands.
The on-screen Sally gazed critically at both men's half-hard cocks. Shaking her head and casting them both a disdainful look, she reached out and took hold of both penises.
Looking straight at the camera and assuming a comically angry expression she said, "Now I know what's more useless than a limp dick-two limp dicks!"
Both men stood there, motionless, their faces blank. Their eyes were directed toward their feet, and a casual observation would assume they were totally unaware of either Sally or the camera. Then, Sally turned and knelt before Andy, sticking her tongue out at the camera before pressing the tip against Andy's cockhead.
Immediately, he became erect and animated. Leaning down, he grasped Sally's shoulders. The redhead took his cockhead between her lips and drew in a bit of the shaft, then she took it out again and gave it a grudging nod of approval. Turning to the other man, she did the same.
"Well, at least they're ready," she said to the camera.
"You and June do much anal?" Jim asked, as the on-screen Sally stood up and turned sideways to the camera.
"Well, we've been thinking about it," Frank said, discomfited by the question.
He didn't need to be reminded how restricted his sex life had been. It wouldn't be anymore, he reflected. June couldn't possibly get upset with him over Mara. Unless she decided she wanted to, anyway. People just couldn't be counted on to play by the rules, he'd been around enough to know that.
"That means no," Mara said slyly. "We both know how you feel about anal, Frank."
"Well!" Frank sat up straight and glanced over at Jim, who didn't seem in the least interested. On the screen, the camera was moving in for a close-up of Sally as she bent a little to take Andy's cock between her butt cheeks. Frank leaned forward, feeling his own erection strain against his pants.
"She's going to take the other cock, too, right?" Mara leaned back, spreading her thighs a little further apart. "That's something I love-double penetration."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Just as Mara said, Sally tucked Jim's cockhead under her red pussy bush. The picture jiggled around as the cameraman moved in for a close-up, and he steadied the camera just in time to catch Jim's cock sliding into his wife's cunt.
"I'm kind of an authority on that subject," Jim said, casting a meaningful glance at Mara. "And, I love training beginners." He glanced over at Frank, who was staring hard at the television screen.
"Now that you mention it, it's getting awfully hot in here," Mara purred.
She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. Hearing the rustle of cloth, Frank turned his gaze to her. Blowing him a kiss, she unhooked her bra and tossed it over the top of the couch. Jim said he was getting hot too, and he shrugged off his jeans and briefs. Mara stood up, making an elaborate show of unzipping her skirt and wriggling to make it slide down her legs.
Jim's shirt came off next, and the two naked people stared at Frank. Jim stopped the tape and reached between Mara's thighs. She leaned against him as his fingers touched down lightly on her exposed pussy lips.
"Frank, I have two holes and he has only one cock," Mara said patiently. "Your phony inhibitions are long gone, so, why don't you take off your pants?"
"Maybe you'd just like to watch us fuck?" Jim suggested with a sly grin.
"I, I don't know." Frank shook his head. His erection was painful now, and he slowly and hesitantly took off his pants.
"See? An ass cock, just like I said," Mara exclaimed, pointing at Frank's erect penis as he hauled down his briefs. Reaching into Jim's lap, she wrapped her fingers around his dick. "And this is a pussy cock, so nice and thick."
Jim stepped quickly across the room and fetched two condoms, tossing one to Fred as he stepped over to where Mara had gotten on her knees on the rug. Jim snapped his rubber on and stood in front of her, rubbing his latex-covered cockhead against her lips. He thrust in as Mara opened her mouth, and she gestured to Frank to stand next to Jim as her mouth enveloped Jim's prick.
After a few quick sucks, she withdrew Jim's prick and kissed the tip of Frank's cockhead. He shuddered, bending at the knees as his stiff organ slid into the warm wetness of her mouth.
"A cock this delicious is enough to turn me into a suck slut!" She turned her head sharply around and barked at Frank, "For fuck's sake, are you going to eat that rubber, or are you going to put it on that ass prick of yours?"
With unsteady fingers, Frank opened the foil packet and rolled the condom over his prick. Jim got down on the rug. Mara squatted over him, spreading her pussy lips as he held his cock straight up. His cockhead disappeared under the neat triangle of her muff, then she slid down until their pubic hair merged.
"Oh, you have such a fucking hot cunt filler!" she roared, lifting her bare bottom up, then plunging back down. "Frank, get the fuck over here with that skinny pecker!"
He stepped up behind her, his lusts in overdrive as she leaned forward and spread her ass cheeks. "You know where to put it, you've had it in there before, so stick your God damn toothpick in my bunghole now!"
As he gripped the base of his cock shaft, he realized that the rubber Jim had given him was lubricated. The clear gel felt slimy against the hard smoothness of the latex...Mara screamed at him to start fucking, and he quickly heaved his cock between the walls of her ass crack.
Her anus resisted for a second or two, and then his cock slid in as easily as if he was fucking her mouth. "Fuck, shit, God damn whore-filling pricks, this is mother fucking good!" Mara's shout rang out across the room.
Frank lurched forward, and his tightened ball sac touched Mara's butt cheeks as she slowly lifted her cock-filled cunt. Her ass tube squeezed Frank's prick even tighter than it had the first time he butt-fucked her, and her stream of obscenities became a series of soft moans.
"Frank, pull out-not all the way, leave the head in," Jim instructed, panting as he spoke.
Jim's cock was embedded firmly in Mara's cunt. Frank drew back, feeling the ring of muscle around her anus squeeze the rim separating cockhead and cock shaft. As before, he couldn't feel the condom.
"Now, start to push in," Jim continued.
The tightness seized Frank's cockshaft as he slid in. At the same time, Jim pulled out. When Frank's balls were again touching Mara's ass, Jim started to push in and told Frank to start pulling out.
"We'll do this slowly at first, then we'll gradually pick up speed," he instructed.
Mara seemed lost in a world of sexual pleasure. Her eyes were shut, her head was thrown back, and she murmured softly to herself as she fondled her breasts and let her hands drift slowly down to her pussy.
Frank pushed in, feeling the tightness ease a little as Jim pulled out. He pulled out, her ass muscles contracting as if in an attempt to keep his erection in place. They increased the pace until both men were humping in and out of her at random.
Then, Mara found her clit and took it between two fingers. Feeling her pussy pulse, Jim said, "She's going to pop, Frank. Don't even think about trying to hold back."
About a minute later, Frank saw exactly what his new neighbor meant. Her ass-hole suddenly gripped his prick like a vise, and he could feel the contractions in her pussy. Mara posted up and down, letting out a thin wail as cunt juice rained down over Jim's rubber-clad dick and into his cock hair.
With a whoop of surprise, Frank leaned hard against Mara's back and seized her breasts as cum roared out of his cock to fill the tip of the condom. Immense waves of raw sexual pleasure rocked him, one after another in a steady progression as his balls banged against her butt.
Jim let out a steady series of hoarse grunts, humping up at her as he shot his load. With a final shriek, then a cry of "Oh, fuck!" Mara threw herself back, dislodging Jim's prick. She lunged forward, sprawling on top of Jim as Frank's prick went flying out of her ass-hole.
Holding her gently under her arms, Jim lifted Mara off him. The brown-haired swinger rolled over, stretching out on her lovely naked back. Her cone-shaped breasts jiggled up and down as she breathed hard, staring up at the ceiling. As her breathing slowed, she opened her eyes.
Frank and Jim were sitting cross-legged on either side of her, covered with sweat and also breathing hard. Finally, Frank managed to stand up and take off his rubber. Jim did-likewise, gallantly offering Mara first crack at the bathroom to clean up.
"I'm not that much of a gentleman, though," he said in answer to her quip. "You'll clean up first, but we'll watch."
"Good, we can all watch each other," Mara giggled, shaking her bare ass seductively as she headed for the bathroom.
She stepped in and left the door wide open. Jim and Frank leaned in the doorway, watching as she crouched down in the tub. Uncoiling the shower spray from the faucets, she turned it on hard.
"Can everyone see all right?" she asked.
Jim told her they only had a side view. She obligingly turned around, her butt cheeks pressed against the wet porcelain of the tub as she spread her pussy lips wide with one hand and directed the shower spray at the pink inside.
She could see their soft cocks stir, and she could feel her lusts returning. Announcing that it was time for her other end, she turned around and spread her ass cheeks.
Both men fingered their organ as the rosy circle of her anus was revealed to their sight. The shower spray made the scene even more erotic, and by the time she stood up and proclaimed that she was finished, Frank and Jim were half-hard.
"Now, what do I do?" she pouted, looking from cock to cock. "Do I help you guys and get you all hard and horny, which will keep this a private party, or do I make us all go out and find some more playmates?"
"Tough decision," Jim said. "But, it's yours to make."
"Hmm." Mara looked thoughtful. "You know, we can always do this scene again. Jim, tell me. Is it true that Sally-likes to eat pussy?"
"Very true," Jim agreed, "but she's not here."
"That's just for future reference," Mara said. "Anyway, since we can do this again-and add in that luscious-looking red-haired pussy, why don't we go out and see what action is around? Jim, you did say you wanted to check out the swing scene in this town."
Demurely wrapping a towel around herself, she darted out of the bathroom. Frank washed up, then
Jim, and when the three of them were dressed they piled into Jim's car.
At forty, Helen's body was as firm and hard as that of a woman ten or more years younger. Regular workouts kept her fit, and since she was wearing only a jogging bra and running shorts, Sally and June could see a good deal of her well-developed frame.
"Anything new here, Helen?" Sally asked.
June had to suppress a laugh at that. There were so many different things around the loft, sculptures, posters, materials...no wonder Sally had to ask.
"No, just some stuff in progress. Say, do you guys have anything cooking for tonight?"
Sally shook her head sadly. June just smiled and said nothing. She was getting more and more curious about Helen's body, which meant more and more horny. She could tell that Sally was, too, by the way her red-headed neighbor squirmed around in her seat.
"By the way, is Ann here?" Sally asked. "She and Helen live together," Sally explained to June.
"Right, and my model," Helen added. "That's her, over there."
The lesbian artist pointed to a painting on a far wall. June felt herself getting hotter as she gazed at the naked young woman, pale blonde hair falling around her shoulders and small, pointy breasts, like lovely flesh pyramids tipped by long, slender pink nipples.
Only a thin wisp of hair covered her cunt. The clicking sound of a door opening made her turn her head to the opposite end of the loft, and she saw the real Ann emerge from the bathroom.
She was rubbing her head with a long towel. It hung over her face and down almost to her cunt mound, and as she pulled it away from her face, she shrieked, "Shit, company!" and darted back into the bathroom. The door closed behind her, but not quickly enough to hide the perfect half moons of her small butt cheeks.
Sally stepped up next to June and slipped a hand under her skirt. Still new to uninhibited sex play, June was taken aback, but she couldn't think of anything to do other than stick her hand up Sally's skirt.
She was immediately glad she did. Sally turned in just the right way to make her pussy lips hit June's fingers. She was good and horny herself, and the trace of wetness June found fired her own lusts.
"Now, just what are you two up to?" Helen said, stepping up to them.
She grasped the hem of Sally's skirt in her right hand and the hem of June's in her left and lifted both at the same time. Her gaze roved from blonde pussy thatch to wiry red bush, and they took their hands away to give her a better look.
Just then, Ann emerged from the bathroom. An enormous bath towel covered her from her shoulders to halfway down her thighs, and she grinned mischievously. "Ah-ha, Helen. I caught you peeking. Now, everybody has to look at yours."
Moving incredibly fast, Ann charged at Helen and grasped the hem of her shorts. She yanked them down to Helen's ankles. "Very nice," Sally purred, gazing appreciatively at the strip of black hair over the woman's pussy mound. It seemed to be pointing at the top of her slit, which was visible since her hair didn't quite reach her labia.
With a laugh, Helen caught Ann's towel and tugged hard, pulling it away from the younger woman's body. Letting out a shriek of delight, Ann darted around behind Helen's back and unhooked her bra. Sally and June giggled as the bra came away to reveal Helen's lean, curving tits and fat round nipples.
Ann looked at Sally and June, then looked at Helen. "Let's get them," she suggested.
Helen replied that was a good idea. The two naked women lunged at the two still-dressed women, and Sally and June laughed and made mock attempts at trying to escape as Helen and Ann undressed them. When they were naked, all four women grasped each other in a huge embrace. Sally flopped back on the couch and Ann immediately dove down between her thighs.
"I just love red pussies," Ann said, kissing Sally's red bush. Her head disappeared between Sally's thighs.
Helen stepped up to June and thrust a hand between the blonde woman's legs. The older woman slid a finger into June's cunt, and June gasped and clasped her thighs against Helen's hand. Helen lifted a breast to June's face, and June eagerly clapped her mouth over it. She ran her tongue tip around Helen's areola, dabbing at the stiff button of the older woman's nipple.
As Helen probed the inside of her pussy, June. sucked her tit hard and ran her hands up and down Helen's firm bare sides. Gently pulling her breast away, Helen withdrew her hand and led June over to the couch.
"Sit on my lap, okay?" Helen said, a note of urgency in her voice.
Helen sat on the couch and leaned back. June settled her ass cheeks on the older woman's thighs and leaned against Helen, feeling her stiff nipples press against her back. Helen's pussy strip grazed pleasantly on June's buttocks, and June wriggled her ass around.
"You could probably make me cum like that," Helen said. "But let's try something else."
Cupping June's breasts, she slowly drew her hands off until only June's nipples were between her fingers. She squeezed the stiff buds, making June moan passionately, then she eased her hands into June's crotch and ran a finger along June's slit.
"Oh, yes, you're nice and wet. Tight, too." She dipped a finger into June's cunt.
The blonde gasped and jammed her buttocks hard against Helen's thighs. Helen jerked her finger out and reached over to a side table, opening a draw and pulling out a slender black object wrapped in plastic.
"It's a dildo," she explained. "Made of hard rubber and sanitary, so it's perfectly safe. It can't shoot off in your pussy, but it can do just about everything else."
She unwrapped it and held it up. "It looks like a cock," June said. "But does it really feel like one?"
"Well, if you want, you can give it a try."
"Please." June spread her legs and rubbed her back against Helen's nipples. The older woman licked the dildo until it was shiny, then she dipped it between June's legs and lightly pressed the tip against June's slit. She watched as the black cockhead parted her lips, then the hard rubber slid in and she cried out from the unexpected burst of pleasure.
"It does feel real," she gasped. "Fuck me with it!"
Helen pushed in slowly and carefully, rotating the fake cock until June's cry of passion told her she'd found the younger blonde's G-spot. June's pussy began contracting around the dildo, and Helen humped harder as June's cunt juice mixed with the saliva on the hard rubber surface.
The blonde's cunt lips swelled around the fake dick, and she started humping back at Helen's strokes. Finally, the orgasm overwhelmed her and she shrieked at Helen to stop.
With a soft plopping sound, the dildo exited June's pussy. She slid off Helen's lap and sat next to her, slumped down and her legs stretched out. More wet sounds came from the other couch, where Sally and Ann were sixty-nining. Each woman's cunt was covered by the other's mouth, but the scent of their sex filled the room.
"They'll be at that for a while," June observed, taking the dildo from Helen's hand. "Want me to-"
"Love to," Helen said."
June slid off the couch and knelt between Helen's legs. Helen's thighs dropped apart and June gazed thoughtfully at her cunt.
"I think you need a little wetting up, first," June said. Wrapping her arms around Helen's thighs, she stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and laid her flat tongue along Helen's slit. Remembering something her lesbian lover at college had taught her, she turned her tongue sideways and pressed it into Helen's slit.
The older woman let out a gasp of surprise, then a gasp of pleasure as June dragged her tongue down. Snapping it back, she lunged the tip at the older woman's clit, nudging aside the bit of skin over it and pressing down hard on Helen's love button.
Then, she slid the dildo into Helen's pussy. The older woman groaned deeply and squeezed June between her legs, jerking her bare ass back and forth as June humped her cunt with the fake cock.
"Just keep that up, I'm going to cum," Helen shouted. Her next words were incomprehensible as her pussy did a mad dance around the hard rubber while her sexual fluids spewed out over June's face. Shrieking "Stop!" Helen jerked back. The dildo popped out of her cunt and June's mouth dropped from her pussy.
Thrashing sounds erupted from the opposite couch. It was creaking, rocking a little as both women climaxed at the same time. Ann was on top, and her small ass rose gracefully as she pulled her pussy away from Sally's face. A moment later, Sally's hands gripped Ann's shoulders, and the small blonde lifted her head, her lips and chin shiny with cunt juice.
Both of them tried to sit up at the same time, and they tumbled off the couch in a tangle of arms and legs. Laughing, they separated themselves and got back up.
All four women sat silently for a few minutes, their naked bodies covered with a fine sheen of sweat and their thighs damp with sex juice. Helen pulled herself to her feet and offered beers. Ann insisted on getting them, and three pairs of horny bisexual eyes focused on her perfect butt as she sauntered over to the kitchen area.
"Anybody in the mood for some cock?" Sally asked.
"Not us," Ann said. "Lately, we've been 'strictly clitly.'"
"Strictly clitly?" June asked.
"I think I can figure that one out," Sally laughed. "Women who are heterosexual are called 'strictly dickly.' So, I guess, women who aren't into men are-"
"Strictly clitly," June finished. "You know, I think some cock would be nice right now, though. Real, although I loved that dildo."
"That's one thing we're kind of short on," Ann mused. "I guess it's girls' night out for you two, huh?"
It was hard for June to think that, just a few days before, she felt awkward about even mentioning sex in conversation. Over the course of a single afternoon and evening, she'd already participated in two sex parties and felt totally relaxed about discussing her erotic situation.
"It didn't start out that way for me," she laughed. "Sally here just sort of took me along." She decided not to mention her problem with Frank unless someone asked.
"I guess you're an experienced swinger," Ann mused. "You certainly ate pussy like a pro."
June explained that she'd had "extracurricular lessons" in college, without mentioning that six years had passed between lesbian contacts.
"So, what are we going to do?" Helen asked. "Gear up for another round, or are you guys going to go on your way?"
June was glad to hear Sally say that they'd be going. She certainly enjoyed their company as well as their bodies, but, as Sally said, she needed some masculine attention.
They dressed and showered, separately so as not to cause further delay. Helen and Ann stayed naked, and each had a finger in the other's cunt as June and Sally left.
"They always get super-horny for each other after a swap," Sally explained. "Whatever the reason, they're happy with it, and, from what I've heard, they'll probably keep going all night."
"Sounds delicious." June shuddered with delight, running her tongue around her mouth and remembering the taste of Sally's pussy. "Talking about all night, though, we still don't have any real plan."
"No, other than giving Frank the surprise of his life," Sally said thoughtfully. "Tell you what. Andy told me about a bar that the swingers around here usually go to. Let's see if we can find a couple of guys and get something going, then we can go back to your house. We'll have our own little party, then, surprise, Frank!"
"I can't remember when I've had so much fun. I mean, I enjoy being absorbed in a particular math problem, but-"
"Somehow, it just isn't the same thing, right?"
"I don't think so," June mused, then laughed.
The decor was middle-class, tending to conservative. The male patrons were wearing suits, the women rather conventional dresses and skirts, and it looked nothing like a place where sexually free people would congregate.
"Nobody does it in public," Sally said, in response to June's question as they stepped in. "Do you entertain your clients in the nude?"
"I never thought of that," June grinned. "I don't think that would help me get new accounts, though."
"You see," Sally assumed a lecturing tone, "you're not the only one in a rather, say, conservative field around here. Fun's fun, but we all have to make a living, and hey!" Sally's eyes brightened. "We're in luck. Come on."
Taking June's arm, she led her to where a tall, lean and very attractive man was sitting at the bar. A huge, sexy grin spread across his face when he caught sight of Sally, and something about him, perhaps the sexual gleam in his eyes, made June's lust return full force.
"June, this is Andy, Andy, June," Sally said. A tingle ran up June's arm as his warm fingers clutched her hand. "Jim and I had a rather interesting afternoon with her."
Andy's eyes widened, and he looked June up and down with obvious interest. June did-likewise, letting her eyes linger a bit longer than necessary on the man's crotch. "So, you like interesting afternoons?" he asked June.
"It depends on the people," she said demurely, casting her eyes to the ground.
"Actually, there's something you can help us with," Sally said. "June's kind of new to, shall we say, multiple partners-"
"I love it when you get clinical," Andy cut in.
"Yes. Anyway, we want to throw a surprise three-way for her husband, who hasn't quite gotten into the swing of things yet."
"Not an uncommon situation," Andy said, sounding like he was lecturing an advanced class in computing.
"Yes." Sally forced herself not to laugh. "So, we should have a little practice, first. What we need is a guy. I suppose you're all tied up, right?"
"I'm not really into bondage," Andy quipped.
Sally was about to make a smart reply when the bartender brought them their drinks. Andy continued, "Violet's not around. No, I don't know where she is, and I don't think she'll be studying on a Friday night. So, hmm, if you ladies need my help...."
"Let's drink up and take this over to your place," Sally laughed.
Andy's apartment was on the top floor of one of the town's three high-rises. Everything about the place said single, sexually active male, especially the discreetly erotic drawings on the walls. Seating the women on his large leather couch, Andy stepped into his kitchen alcove to whip up another round of drinks.
"You know, we don't have all that much time," Sally said. "So, why don't we help him get a move on things? I mean, foreplay's great, but-"
"What should we do?" June asked.
Sally reached for her blouse buttons. "Strip down and be naked when he comes in. What else?"
The two women started getting out of their clothes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Isn't this a college kids' hangout?" Mara asked, as Jim pulled into the parking lot of a bar near the local university.
"College adults," Jim corrected. "It'll be hard to find anyone in there who's under twenty. It's not the kind of place that's strictly for computer geeks."
"Hey," Frank said. "Some of us are."
"I'm one, too," Jim said. "It's just a matter of calling a spade a spade. Anyway, there's a certain young lady who just might be here, who just might be in need of some companionship."
One look at the place told Frank that this wouldn't be a place that overly conservative or religious students would feel comfortable in. More than a few of the patrons seemed to be too old to be undergraduates, and he guessed they were faculty. Punk rock posters adorned the walls, and a blowup doll in cheap lingerie commanded the top of the mahogany woodwork of the bar.
Leather, earrings and a good deal of nose rings seemed to be the fashion, although a number of men were dressed like he and Jim, casual shirts and slacks, and didn't seem in the least uncomfortable or out of place. A coed brushed past him, and Frank got a good look at her small, round jiggly breasts through a strategically placed rip in her T-shirt.
"Not my usual kind of place," Frank commented, "but I like it. Different, anyway.
A Rubenesque brunette who couldn't have been more than nineteen bumped into Mara and stumbled, briefly pressing her hand against the back of Mara's skirt. The coed murmured "Excuse me," but she seemed anything but apologetic. As she turned away, she winked at Mara and blew her a kiss.
"You know something?" Mara chuckled. "I think I like this place, too."
Jim was looking around, frowning. "I don't see her, so let's get a table."
A very short young woman with half-purple, half-black hair and a large nose ring sneered up at them as she passed. A taller, more conservatively dressed blonde winked at Jim. She stepped up close to him, swinging her hand out as if to touch his fly. At the last second, she swirled away, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, we can't expect everyone to like us," Jim laughed. "Frankly, I'm glad that punky-looking one didn't."
"That's something I never could see," Frank mused.
"Even when you were her age?" Mara laughed.
"Look, I'm not even thirty yet."
"So, who is?" she retorted. "You don't-hey, Jim. Someone's waving to you."
A small young woman was smiling and gesturing to Jim as he led them to a table against the wall opposite the bar. "We are in luck," he said, signaling to her to come over.
Everyone's lust rose as the petite, curly-haired blonde coed pranced over and sat down. Frank was secretly glad that she wasn't wearing a nose ring. She was in what seemed to be the uniform for most of the campus, T-shirt and jeans, but top and bottom were clean and in one piece.
She said, "Hi, Jim. Hi, everybody. I'm Violet."
Frank's cock immediately stiffened. Was it her mouth, the sound of her voice, or maybe just her presence? He clenched his fists under the table, aware that he hadn't given her his name yet.
"I'm Mara," the brunette said, looking deeply into Violet's eyes. She took the coed's hand and gripped it tightly.
An unmistakable look crossed the coed's face. She nodded to Mara, then took Frank's hand. He gave his name in a somewhat unsteady tone of voice. She grinned and bit her lower lip.
"I'm just showing everybody the less uptight side of town. Frank lives next door, and Mara's a friend."
"Oh, a good friend?" Violet smiled slyly.
Frank was discomfited. Mara was delighted and said, "Yes, a very good friend."
"But not his wife, right? I forgot what Jim said her name was."
Frank's eyes widened and he sat up straight. Jim cleared his throat and said, "Violet, I haven't gotten around to telling Frank that I was discussing him and June-that's her name-yet."
"Oops!" She flashed a silly grin and clapped her hands over her mouth. "I guess I'm just in a naughty mood tonight."
"Oh? Would you be in any other kind of mood, then?" Jim inquired.
"Yes, that mood," Violet responded. "It's tits night around here, and I'm all revved up."
"Tits night? You never told me anything about that," Jim pointed out.
"Well, you never asked me."
"Okay, I'm asking you."
"It's like a contest, whose tits are biggest and whose are smallest," Violet explained, licking her lips with just the very tip of her tongue. Frank felt his cock throb at the sight. "See that stage back there? Well, the contestants-that's me, too-just pop their tops and get up there."
Mara gazed hard at the blonde coed's chest. "You sure wouldn't win biggest," she remarked. "What's the prize, if any?"
Violet chuckled. "A free pitcher of beer, and popularity. But it's really a turn-on, being undressed in public. Ooh, do you think I'm weird or something?"
"Hell no," Mara chuckled. "I get a tingle out of flashing my tits and ass, too. Even my pussy, if the scene is right."
"You, Mister." Violet leaned over the table, doing her best to force an accusing look on her face. "I know you love to show off that big dick of yours."
"You've seen it?" Mara questioned.
"Oh, I'm quite familiar with it. Anyway, Joe over there-" she gestured to a biker type with a sizable beer belly-"is summoning us to the contest. Come on over-you can't see much from here."
Luckily, there was an empty table right in front of the stage. Off to one side, about eight young women had gathered. Frank leaned back in his chair, watching as T-shirts, blouses and sweatshirts came off. Since light was focused on the stage, he caught only a hint of different breasts.
"Here's Lucinda," the biker type announced.
A tall, rather horsy brunette jumped up on stage, holding her immense round breasts and pointing her nipples at the audience as she pranced back and forth. Midway through her three minutes, she stopped abruptly, bending over. Her bare nipples came within a fraction of an inch of the stage, and the crowd, already noisy, became hysterical.
Foot-stomping, clapping and cheers followed her off the stage. Shauna, a brown-haired senior with breasts the size of basketballs, came on next. Her boobs stuck straight out from her bosom with no sign of sag. Rather than bend over, she leaned backwards so that her thick nipples were pointed at the ceiling.
Mara reached under the table and grasped Frank's thigh. She squeezed hard, and he parted his legs. Her hand rode into his crotch, where she lightly rested her fingers over the cock bulge there.
Craning his neck to position his mouth by her ear, Frank whispered, "Don't make me cum, please. The stain will show."
"Just getting you ready," Mara said in a normal tone of voice. She gave his cock bulge another squeeze then pulled her hand away.
Two more women with average-sized breasts were featured, then a slightly older-looking student with small cones of breasts like Mara's came on. Jim commented that Mara would tie her.
"You know, maybe I should get up there," Mara mused. "I was just telling Violet that I get a tingle from exposing myself."
"That might not be too good an idea," Frank commented. "Maybe someone from the firm, you know, like that. We're too close to home."
Mara sighed and sat back down. "Right, right, I'll save it for the beach-where I go, no uptight prick would dare follow."
The next coed had small spheres of breasts, two diminutive balls of flesh that jiggled a bit as she pranced around. The one who came after her had almost identical breasts.
Then, Violet appeared on stage. Mara hissed sharply, gripping the edge of the table. "Thanks, Jim," she said. "She is just so luscious, so perfect."
Two small risings, like almost-flat disks, greeted Frank's lusting eyes. The stage light shown down directly on her slender, vividly red nipples, and he jammed his thighs together against his burgeoning erection.
Turning to Jim, Mara said, "Do you know if she's doing anything-anyone-tonight?"
"She hasn't said anything," he replied, "but then again, we didn't get much of a chance to talk to her. All we can do is hope."
The biker type followed Violet on stage. "I don't have to tell you, but just to be fucking official, the big tits goes to Lucinda, and the small tits to Violet!"
Grinning, the petite blonde coed darted up to their table. "You guys can have the pitcher. Me, I have some business to attend to."
Jim's face fell. "What kind of business, like I have to ask?"
Violet gestured to a big, burly sophomore. "Well, we have work to do, sort of." With that, she darted away and appeared as if by magic by the football player's side.
As the waiter brought them their pitcher and glasses, she appeared at their table again, looking crestfallen.
"He's sick or something, or I don't know," she pouted. "Anyway, I'm stuck with nothing to do."
Mara whispered to Frank, "I just had an interesting idea. A little change in our plans, if you know what I mean."
Violet facing away from them, leaning over the back of her chair and talking to a rather scholarly looking older man. Frank said, sotto voce, "I'm afraid I don't know."
"Well, you wanted to test June, to see how liberated she's really become. Walking in on the two of us is okay, but how would she take to an out-and-out four-way?"
"I just hope my bed's big enough," Frank said guardedly.
A moment's reflection warmed him to Mara's plan. Just seeing the look on June's face would be pleasure in itself. It suddenly occurred to him that he would, in all probability, end up getting to sample Violet's sexual skills.
That brought his hard-on, which had receded, back full force and he shifted around in his seat.
"Ooh, you're ready for it," Mara whispered back.
"Do you think she'll go for the idea?"
Mara leaned over and whispered Frank's question to Jim, who said he had no idea. "Well, we don't have to give her all the details. If this really is a bust, well, it'll be a good life experience for her."
"So, we'll just invite her-"
"And be quiet," Mara hissed as Violet turned her attention back to them.
"Mara, Frank and I going to go to Frank's," Jim said to the petite blonde coed. "You're invited, of course."
"Sounds like fun," Violet said. She cast covetous glances at Mara and Frank. "That other guy was just one of my professors. Strictly business, you know."
"Hmm," Jim mused. "It seems to me that you wouldn't have any trouble getting decent grades by being indecent."
"Yeah, but that way, I wouldn't be learning anything. Fucking's not the only thing I'm interested in, you know."
"I didn't mean to imply anything like that." Jim looked abashed. "And you're right, anyway."
"But I'm not studying anything right now," Violet quickly replied. "And you guys aren't my teachers."
Frank wondered if she could be their teacher, but he kept the thought to himself. The biker type brought the pitcher and some glasses over, patting Violet on the shoulder.
"This is her third pitcher," he said. "I mean, third-time prize. Don't know when we'll see a smaller pair of tits." With that, he walked off.
Mara had a hand over her mouth, trying to hold back her laughter. Violet seemed totally unconcerned, and Jim shook his head as the biker walked off. Frank looked totally lost. Sensing that, Mara gently but firmly told him to drink his beer.
As they got into Frank's car, Mara got into the back with Violet. The blonde coed leaned against Mara, letting her fingers wander over her hand. With a deft snap of her wrist, Mara turned her hand palm up and seized Violet's fingers. She squeezed, and the coed shuddered with delight.
Resting a hand on Mara's thigh, Violet inched her way up under the brunette's skirt. Mara parted her thighs just a bit and draped an arm around Violet's shoulders. Jim turned around and grinned at them.
Frank glanced at the dashboard mirror. "Hey, easy, folks. I have to keep my mind on driving. We don't have that far to go."
"Oh, we're just getting comfortable," Mara purred, stroking Violet's upper arm. "Don't mind us a bit."
Violet kept her hand in place, and soon, Mara was writhing around in her seat. Frank grimly kept his attention on the road, relishing the moment in spite of himself. Since Mara's skirt was covering her crotch and Violet's hand, Jim couldn't see much, so he contented himself with listening to the soft murmurs both women were making.
Mara was as amazed as she was aroused by the girl's cunt fucking skills. The student parted her cunt lips with two fingers, then turned her wrist precisely the right way to smoothly slide them in.
As if she'd been Mara's doctor, Violet smoothly located her G-spot and began to work it in a steady, circular motion, not too hard and not too lightly.
A powerful climax burst suddenly in Mara's cunt, and she squeezed the girl's shoulder hard as her pussy gyrated around the coed's steadily working fingers. Cunt juice erupted from her slit and she groaned softly, humping Violet's hand. Gripping the hem of her skirt, Mara flipped it up. A burst of light from a street lamp briefly illuminated her pussy, just as Violet was withdrawing her hand.
"She's wonderful at that," Mara said. "like a magician-I can't believe how quickly you brought me off."
Violet said nothing. Instead, she held her cum-wet fingers up and stuck them in her mouth. She sucked hard and loudly, then pulled her fingers out with a loud pop.
"I love the taste of pussy," she said, licking her lips. "And Mara, you really taste good."
"Well, there's more where that came from," the brunette replied. "Let's get our asses up to Frank's, and we'll see. By the way, I'm really curious to see how you taste."
"Oh, you will," Jim laughed.
"I'd say something here, but I'm trying not to get us into an accident," Frank commented. "It's the next block."
He pulled up into the driveway. Mara and Violet let themselves out and hovered around the front door while Frank unlocked it. He ushered them in, and he and Jim went to get beers from the kitchen while the women settled themselves on the living room couch. When they stepped in, both women were bare-breasted and Violet was sucking Mara's left nipple.
"Here come the guys," Mara said.
Withdrawing her mouth, Violet said, "So? Who cares? We're having fun, anyway."
"Right, but I could use another beer," Mara sighed.
Violet kissed her nipple. "Yeah. I want one, too. So, let's give them a break."
They parted and leaned against the couch, their shoulder blades pressed into the back cushion to make their breasts stand out more. Frank sat next to Violet and Jim sat at the other end of the couch, next to Mara.
"We might as well start by taking off our clothes," Violet suggested. "That's how these things usually start."
Frank and Jim got up and stripped in a flash. The women eyed their half-hard cocks for a moment, then Mara lifted her butt, reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She tossed it off and sat back, now completely naked.
Violet stood up and sauntered to the middle, unsnapping the top of her jeans and slowly pulling them open. Turning her back to the guys, she slinked her hips as she worked the jeans down her legs. Stepping out of them in slow motion, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and rolled them down her thighs.
"Oh, she's shaved!" Mara cried out. "Frank, this is incredible."
With excruciating slowness, Violet turned to face the men. Two pairs of male eyes widened as her completely denuded pussy came into view. They feasted their eyes on her smooth labia and small slit, and the flesh on top that denoted her clitoris.
"Hmm, these pricks look all right, wouldn't you say, Mara?"
"Frank's works well enough," the brunette commented, as if she was discussing a laboratory specimen. "Certainly tasty enough, too."
"Are you sure?" Violet squinted at Frank's penis. "I heard somewhere that the skinny ones don't taste too good at all."
"That's funny," Mara mused, taking a long, hard look at Jim's prick. "That's what I heard about the thick ones."
"Gee, I sucked a cock that was almost that thick last week, and it was delicious."
"I guess there's only one way to find out," Mara sighed resignedly."
'"Fraid so," Violet agreed.
Trying their best to look like they were accepting an unwanted fate, they walked slowly across the room. Violet stood in front of Frank, and Mara stood in front of Jim.
"You know," Mara reflected, "it would be easier to tell if those dicks were completely hard."
"I can fix that, no problem," Violet assured her.
Stepping aside a little so she was equidistant from both men's horny eyes, she raised her right leg perpendicular to her hip and grasped her ankle. Her pussy lips parted, and both cocks sprang up at once.
Dropping her leg, she said, "See? That's all it takes."
"You mean, you just have to go like this?" Mara leaned back, spreading her cunt lips wide.
"Right," Violet affirmed. "Now, let's get to work."
She dropped to her knees in front of Frank. Very lightly, she took the base of his hard-on between two fingers and wiggled it. Frank stared down at her long, red nipples, and further, to what he could see of her denuded pussy.
Then, the blonde coed draped her arms over his thighs and daintily grazed her lips against his cockhead. Frank grunted and slid forward, rubbing the underside of his cockhead against her cheek. Expertly, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth, taking his long prick between her lips.
She held it there, his cockhead just inside her mouth and the shaft sticking out. Pressing down with her lips, she rubbed her tongue tip against the underside and felt his hard-on shudder. Then, she began to draw his cock in.
Mara caressed Jim's ball sac with her lips, pressing his thighs hard. Pursing her lips, she sucked his nuts, then ran her tongue tip along the stiff tube on the underside of his erect penis. At the head, she paused to massage the sensitive underside, then she laid the flat of her tongue along the bottom of his cockshaft.
Meanwhile, Violet's ministrations had progressed to the point where she had about half the length of Frank's nine-inch cock in her mouth. Going so slow as to make her movements imperceptible, she remained on her haunches, her back perfectly straight. There was a dreamy expression on her face and a vacant look in her eyes.
The brunette snapped her tongue into her mouth, taking Jim's thick dick with it. With an animal-like grunt she shoved her head into his crotch, filling her mouth with his stiff member. Her cheeks collapsed as she sucked hard, making small, jerking, back-and-forth movements with her head.
Jim started grunting and humping her face. Violet continued her steady engulfing of Frank's hard-on. He remained still, helpless as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. Violet continued her way down, her arms over his thighs, her hands hanging down limply.
She hadn't made the slightest move to touch him, and he was more than halfway to climax. Suddenly, she increased her pace, plunging her head down. Frank felt his cockhead slide all the way to the back of her tongue, then into her throat.
Mara was working her head around, swinging Jim's prick as she masturbated him with her tightly closed mouth. His cock started throbbing, and she quickly pulled it out.
"No rubber," she explained, looking up at him. She glanced over at Violet, who seemed not to hear.
Before Jim could say anything, she seized his cock shaft with both hands and started stroking hard. His dick began pulsing back and forth, the head appearing above, then vanishing below, the edges of her palms. Uttering a hoarse roar, Jim thrust his ass at her and a long, ropy string of semen leapt out of his cockhead.
"Violet, I'm going to shoot," Frank cried out urgently. She nodded, his cockhead still in her throat. Mara was about to say something, then the coed deftly removed Frank's penis from her oral cavity and held it straight up.
"Thar she blows," Violet giggled, watching Frank's cum spurt up, arcing high, then landing on his thighs.
Mara slowed extracted herself from between Jim's legs and stood up, licking her lips. Violet did-likewise.
"Well, what did you think?" Mara asked.
"Tasty," Violet replied. "Very tasty. I guess that just isn't true about skinny pricks. How did you do?
"Oh, same," Mara said, feigning disinterest. "I guess it isn't true about thick cocks, either."
"Yeah, but look." Violet pointed to Frank's crotch, then to Jim's. "They're all soft, now."
"That shouldn't spoil anything," Mara instructed. "We can just go on and party without them."
"Who knows? Maybe watching us will make them hard again," Violet remarked, then laughed.
"Come here, you." Mara threw her arms around the blonde coed and pulled her down to the sofa. "You just sit there," Mara said, pressing down on the young woman's shoulders.
Violet's diminutive butt cheeks sank into the sofa cushions. Putting her hands on the coed's knees, Mara spread her thighs and knelt before her.
"Talking about how something tastes," Mara muttered, peering at the blonde's bare pussy, "let me try a little of this."
Violet leaned back and cupped her hands over her breasts as Mara kissed her pussy slit. Frank and
Jim slid to the edge of the coach, bending over to watch as Mara stuck out her tongue and leisurely ran the tip from the top to the bottom of Violet's pussy slit. Just before she reached Violet's clitoris, Mara snapped her tongue back and turned to the men.
"She is absolutely delicious," she announced.
With that, she plunged her face back into Violet's crotch and thrust her tongue between the coed's pussy lips. Violet let out a shrill cry of passion, rocking her beautiful bare buns back and forth. Mara got her tongue tip in, and Violet leaned over to clutch the brunette's shoulders.
Feeling her lust boil over, Mara nudged a hand between her thighs and gripped her pussy. As she probed the interior of Violet's pussy, she slid a finger into her own snatch. As her tongue made contact with Violet's G-spot, she got her finger tip over hers.
Frank and Jim were holding their privates, both cocks stiffening as they watched Violet kick her legs up and raise them high in the air. Her pussy lips swelled visibly against Mara's mouth, and Mara snapped a hand out of her pussy to grip the blonde coed's hips. Violet's small feet waved around in the air, and she shrieked with ecstasy as her cunt juice soaked the brunette's face.
Mara froze, her tongue in place in the girl's pussy as Violet's orgasm consumed her. Finally, when the mad pulsation inside her pussy began to slow down, Mara withdrew her tongue. Planting one last kiss on Violet's slit, Mara pulled herself to her feet, licking the girl's fluids off her lips.
Stepping over to Jim and Frank's couch, she planted herself in front of Jim and looked down critically at his not-yet erect organ. With a shrug, she turned around and sat on his lap. His prick slithered between her ass cheeks, and she leaned against his chest.
Saying that Mara had had a good idea, Violet sat on Frank's lap and reached between her thighs to toy with his penis. Frank slid his hands over Violet's tits as Mara squeezed her ass cheeks shut around Jim's prick.
CHAPTER NINE
When Andy stepped back into the living room, he stopped still. As sophisticated and experienced as he was, he couldn't help being visibly surprised at the scene on his couch. Just the fact that both women were naked wouldn't have fazed him, but Sally had her arm around June's shoulders. Sally's legs were spread wide enough for him to see her pussy slit, and June had draped a leg over Sally's thighs. June's cunt lips were spread so wide, the interior of her pussy was visible as well.
Neither woman spoke. Andy handed each of them a beer and said he had something else to drink. As the blonde CPA and her red-headed neighbor sipped, Andy got down in front of June and kissed her slit. June lifted her other foot, planting it on the edge of the couch to give him more room to use his tongue.
Sally nuzzled June's neck. While Andy was busily running the tip of his tongue around all the folds and wrinkles of June's private flesh, June turned her head and pressed her lips against Sally's. The redhead's tongue slid into her mouth, and Sally's hands sank into the soft flesh of June's large round breasts as their tongues met.
Shoving his hands under June's ass, Andy pulled her forward and spread her butt cheeks. Curling his tongue up into a point, he nudged the skin over her clitoris, then slowly dragged his tightened tongue tip down her slit. June sighed passionately into Sally's mouth when she felt Andy's tongue tip wet her anus, working around the tight butt hole.
Then Andy's tongue rode back up, touching the bit of skin separating June's front and back sex holes. He plunged it into her pussy again, working it around the soft, warm flesh until her shuddering told him he'd reached her G-spot. Experienced at detecting the subtle changes in the movements inside a woman's pussy, he pulled his tongue away before she could actually start to climax.
Sally continued to massage June's nipples with her palm as June sucked her red-haired neighbor's tongue. Andy let the flesh of his tongue sink into June's love button and slipped two fingers into her pussy. He brought his other hand up, sliding a finger between the walls of her ass crack. As he closed his lips over June's love button, he pressed a fingertip to her bunghole. It slid in, and he pressed down gently on her clit as he started to jerk all three fingers back and forth.
June's orgasm burst quite suddenly, making free her mouth from Sally's tongue. Sally dropped her hands, draping two fingers over her wet slit as she watched June writhe and moan in the throes of orgasm. Finally, June shrieked "Enough!" and Andy withdrew his fingers and face.
"One down, one to go," he said, savoring the taste of June's cunt juice.
June hauled her leg off Sally's and twisted around, leaning over to take hold of Sally's breast. Andy knelt before the redhead, pausing to press his mouth against her wiry red pussy patch. June made an "O" with her lips and encircled Sally's areola, dabbing her tongue at the redhead's long red nipples. Andy kissed Sally's slit then sucked at her cunt lips, drawing them into his mouth and plunging his tongue into Sally's snatch.
With a gasp of ecstasy, Sally kicked her legs up and draped them over Andy's shoulders. She squeezed her thighs tightly around his head, thrusting her pussy at him as he probed deeply into her warm, pink, wet sexual depths. June closed her lips over Sally's nipple, sliding a hand down her neighbor's lean stomach and groping at her red-haired pussy mound.
Touching Andy's nose, she drew her hand back quickly. Taking Sally's breast away from it, but keeping her hand on the soft, white, red-tipped boob, she looked down and guided her fingers right over Sally's clit.
As Andy found Sally's G-spot with his tongue, June closed her fingers over the redhead's love button and squeezed gently. Uttering a loud shriek, Sally started to thrash around. Cunt juice gushed over Andy's mouth, and the redhead moved so forcefully, she dislodged June's hand as well as his tongue.
Her orgasm continued to pound through her as Andy stepped away. Heaving a sigh of satisfaction, she gasped out a deep breath and slumped against the back of the couch. There was a huge bulge in the crotch of Andy's slacks, and both women eyed it hungrily.
"That was nice for a start," June said, "but I'm on sort of a campaign here. Jim's was the first cock other than Frank's that I had in my pussy since I was married, and I'd like to improve that record."
Sally chimed in, "And I just want a cock in my pussy, period.
"Well, I was taught to share," June said. "And as long as a cock actually goes in, that's okay with me."
Remembering what she'd seen of Andy's body on the tape, she shivered with excitement as he slowly and casually began to undress. His shirt came off, revealing that hairless chest that froze her fingers to her pussy, then he dropped his slacks.
"I'll take those off," Sally volunteered, pointing at his briefs.
Kneeling before him, she pressed her lips against his crotch bulge. Clasping his bare sides, she slid her hands up his chest to toy with his masculine nipples as she gave his bulge a mouth massage.
"Hey, remember we're supposed to share," June laughed.
Drawing her mouth back, Sally responded, "That's cock in pussy we're supposed to share. Nobody said anything about mouths."
"Well, okay. Just don't make him pop," June cautioned.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Sally assured her. "I've dealt with this penis before." Raising herself up, she took the waistband of his briefs between her teeth and dragged it down. His stiff prick popped up, and June squeezed her thighs and cunt lips together when she saw that he was as devoid of pubic hair as he had appeared to be on the tape.
Sally continued her slow progress downward, her eyes rolled up so she could see his genitals come into view as she brought his underpants down to his feet. When they were pooled around his ankles, she got up and he kicked the garment off his feet.
"I always get so turned on by this," she growled, dropping to her knees again and grasping his firm, swimmer's buttocks.
Bending her head back, she kissed his scrotum, then tongued the wrinkled flesh. Parting her lips, she carefully took his balls between them, humming as she rolled them around on his tongue.
"You'd better take it easy," Andy rasped, shaking slightly as he gazed down on her. "I have a pussy to fill, remember?"
"Sorry," Sally purred, letting his balls flop out of her mouth. "Just one more little thing."
Encircling the base of his prick with two fingers, she drew his hard-on into her mouth and rolled it around the warm wetness there. Then, uttering a deliberately loud sigh of regret, she extracted his cock and stood up.
"It's all yours, June," she said. "How do you want to take it?"
"I hadn't thought in terms of any particular position," she reflected.
Andy said, "I have an idea. I'm sure you've never done it this way, in a chair, before."
"Can it be done in a chair?" June asked. "like I said, I'm short on variety."
Andy walked across the room, his hard-on bobbing around in front of him. He retrieved a straight-backed, armless chair and plunked it in the center of the room. Seating himself, he spread his thighs and pointed to his erection, which was sticking straight up.
"Get the idea?" he said.
"Perfectly," June murmured, unable to resist giving her cunt lips a stroke as she positioned herself over him. She hunched down, gripping his cock shaft and rubbing the head against her slit. "But, wait a minute. There's something I want to do, first."
She knelt, keeping her grip on the hairless man's hard-on and tilting it up. As Sally had done, she ran her tongue tip around his scrotum, then lowered his prick so she could lick the whole area of his hairless pubis. Excited by the smooth feel of it, she loosened her grip on his prick and it sprang up, grazing her chin and lips before tapping against her nose.
"Yum!" she exclaimed, popping his prick into her mouth and cradling it on her tongue.
"Easy," Andy cautioned. "Sally just finished doing that, and she just about finished me."
Assuming an expression of mock concern, June quickly freed his hard-on and jumped to her feet. "Oh, I couldn't have that," she said.
She straddled his chair, facing him. Gripping his cock with one hand, she hefted a breast and pressed her nipple against his face. As his lips closed down on her tit, she tucked his cockhead between her pussy lips and slid down, taking half the length of his shaft in. He started sucking her tit hard, and she lunged downward.
The entire nine inches of his erect penis slid into her wet vagina. Turning to Sally, she said, "Well, that's two. I guess that's okay for two days, right?"
"Acceptable, but not unusual," Sally commented. "Don't worry. You'll have plenty of opportunities to better your record. How's that one feel?"
"Heavenly, to say the least," June called back. She threw her arms around Andy's neck and began to work her cock-filled pussy around in a slow circle. The smooth skin of his pubic area rubbed against her cunt lips, and she lifted herself a bit.
Andy humped up at her and kissed her ear. "By the way," he said softly, "I'm perfectly safe. I guess Sally's told you about that."
"That's right," Sally called out. "June, just concentrate on your fucking. You know you don't have to worry."
June jammed her tits against Andy's chest, angling toward him so the taut skin of his stiff dick could graze her love button as she posted up and down. Sally darted over, dropping down between June's legs and seizing her blonde neighbor's ass cheeks.
Sensing what Sally wanted to do, June raised up and leaned into Andy. Sally spread her butt cheeks and kissed them, then gave a quick kiss to the bit of stiff dick she could reach. June pushed down, completely concealing Andy's hairless hard-on, and Sally jammed her face against her neighbor's ass crack.
The scent of cunt juice intoxicated her as she extended her tongue, touching the tip to the walls of June's ass crack before pressing hard against June's anus. The blonde squealed and started humping faster as Sally nudged her tongue tip in.
June's pussy began its orgasmic contractions, clutching Andy's prick tightly. As before, as if it had a free will of its own, her cunt gripped his cock tightly. June felt it and squeezed, discovering that she could actually control the motion.
She was so absorbed, she hardly noticed her orgasm creeping up on her. It burst, suddenly, and she forgot about her new-found pussy skill as she rocked back and forth. There was no way Sally could keep her tongue in place, and she jumped out of the way as June continued to thrash around.
Just as Andy started to cum, June posted herself completely off his penis. Dropping to a crouch, she fell backward and stretched out flat on the rug. Sally swooped over to Andy, seizing his prick and stroking hard as his cum arced out in long spurts.
As the last bits flew out, Andy clapped his hands on his thighs and leaned forward, gasping as his softening cock dropped down on his hairless balls. With a grunt, he hauled himself to his feet and staggered over to the couch.
"That was quite a workout," he said, grinning as his bare ass hit the couch cushions. "But I'm afraid you've put me out of commission for a while."
"Well, there's no sense in sitting around getting bored," Sally said. "June, why don't we entertain ourselves until Mister Flaccid over there can service us again?"
"I'm game," June said. "What do you have in mind? Something on television?"
"No, I said we don't want to get bored," Sally reminded her. "I just happen to have a little something that will be a lot more fun."
Just then, the phone rang. Sally's purse was across the room, and as Jim picked up the phone, he watched her boobs jiggle as she went to get it.
"Hi, Cleve," Andy said. Sally looked up at the sound of the name, then dug into her purse. "Sally's here, with a friend of hers. Yes, she's the redhead I told you about."
Sally pulled out a long, slender black dildo and held it up. "This kind of prick never gets soft," she said to June."
"No, Jim's not here. Another woman, June," Andy said into the phone.
Sally continued, "Of course, you have to lube it up a little, like the real thing." She slid the dildo into her mouth and worked it around.
Andy glanced at that and put a hand on his cock. He gripped the soft tube of flesh as he continued to speak. "That's right, two women and one man. Wait, I'll ask them."
"Excuse me, ladies," he called out. "Would you mind if my friend Cleve comes over? Poor guy's stuck with nothing to do."
Sally looked at June and said, "I'm game. How about you?"
"That'll be another cock to rack up," June said thoughtfully. "Fine with me."
Sally's eyes brightened, and a naughty grin spread across her face. "I just thought of something. Maybe, just maybe, we'll have a four-way for Frank to come home to."
"Oh, that would be perfect," June laughed. "Poor Frank, the fifth wheel."
"More than perfect," Sally enthused. "I can take care of him, and you can take on Andy and his friend. Frank will be too busy fucking me to get upset-if he'll get upset at all."
"You know, I just can't worry about that, somehow," June remarked. She eyed the dildo. "Meanwhile, why don't you show me how that thing works?"
"How does a real cock work?" Sally laughed. "You just stick it in. Here, watch me."
The redhead turned around, resting her back against an arm of the couch, and extended her legs over June's thighs. Grasping the black hard rubber firmly by the base, she spread her cunt lips with her other hand and placed the very real-looking dildo head against her slit.
"You can tease yourself, the way guys do," she explained, slowly running the black hard rubber along her slit. Bringing the "cockhead" to the sheath of skin over her clit, she bared her love button and inhaled sharply. "See? Here's my on-switch. It's like yours, June. Big."
"Oh, is mine?" Half out of curiosity and half out of a desire to tease Andy, she looked down at her naked lap and pressed the edge of her palm just under her blonde thatch of pussy hair. Pulling up, she stretched her mound a bit to make her hooded joy button stand out more. With one finger from her other hand, she pulled back the protective skin.
"Andy, what do you think?" Sally called to him. "Aren't our clits big?"
"It's hard for me to say, since I just had both of them in my mouth. Why don't we let Cleve decide? He'll be right over."
"Good, now about that dildo," June said. "You were showing me-"
"I was showing you this," Sally cut in, poking the dildo head between her cunt lips. "This way, I can fuck myself, or somebody else."
She shoved the dildo in, her cunt lips hugging the hard rubber, until only a bit of black rubber shaft showed between her fingers. Then she slowly took it back out, her cunt juice mixing with the saliva she'd coated it with. The redhead humped herself a few times, then yanked the fake cock out.
"Here, let me try it on you," she said, swinging her legs around and sitting up.
June swung her legs over Sally's lap and lay back, her shoulder blades on the opposite end of the couch. Her red-haired neighbor told her she'd have to spread, so June lifted her legs and planted her feet on Sally's thigh.
Sally lifted a breast and slid her palm over her nipple as she made little circles of pussy juice around June's cunt lips. She nudged the blonde's clit sheath, making June squeal with delight, then she lightly traced the length of June's cunt slit with the tip of the hard rubber head.
"It's not at all like a real one-it's not fleshy," June remarked. "It's nice, though." Sally pushed the dildo head in. "Mm, it's very nice," June replied.
Sally dropped her hand to her cunt and pressed down on her slit. June seized her breasts, tweaking and pulling her nipples as Sally slid the dildo deeply into her pussy. A sexual rapture settled over June, and as if from a great distance, she heard the doorbell ring.
Jim said that he'd forgot to mention that Cleve lived close by. Sally became still, the dildo half-in, half-out of June's pussy, and watched as the most well-muscled man she'd ever seen walked in. June turned to look, and her eyes widened.
"Sally, June, this is Cleve," Jim said. "Cleve, that's Sally." Jim pointed to the redhead. "And she's June."
"Well, how do you do?" Sally murmured.
"Pleased to meet you," June purred.
His tight T-shirt did nothing to hide the superb musculature of his chest, and the muscles that rippled on his arms. "So, what are you up to?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear as he gaped at their naked bodies.
"Well, right now I'm frigging her pussy with this dildo," Sally said.
"That's right," June affirmed. "And I'm playing with my tits." She pointed a large round red nipple at him.
"You're a bodybuilder, right?" Sally asked, openly staring at his crotch.
"Professional trainer, as a matter-of-fact," Jim said.
"Are all his muscles in good shape?" June piped up.
"Well, yes," Cleve said, looking puzzled. Then he grinned even wider. "Right, that one, too."
"That's nice," Sally replied. "Are you going to take your clothes off?"
"I hate being the only one dressed," Cleve chuckled, seizing the hem of his T-shirt.
"Very nice," Sally purred as his well-developed chest came into view. Only a thin mat of hair covered his prominent chest muscles. He dropped his pants and briefs, revealing a long, thick cock and large balls.
Her eyes on Cleve's genitals, Sally said, "You know, we can always play with this dildo later." She pulled it out and put it aside. Without another word, the two women got up. Sally positioned herself in front of Cleve, trailing her fingers down his super-hard stomach to the sparse patch of cock hair over his steadily growing penis.
June stepped behind him, flattening her breasts against his firm back and pressing her cunt mound against his equally firm buttocks. She humped herself against his butt, then pressed her stiff nipples against his back and slowly sank down.
Twirling his dick between her fingers, Sally brought him to full erection. Gripping her sides just under her breasts, Cleve pulled her toward him and jammed his lips against her mouth. He thrust his tongue between Sally's teeth and took her breasts in his large, powerful hands.
Now in a crouch, June nuzzled the bodybuilder's butt cheeks and pressed her hands tightly against them. Sally popped his tongue out of her mouth and kissed his neck, releasing his prick as she slowly sank to her knees before him.
His fresh, clean scent-obviously, he'd come fresh from the shower-combined with the masculine heat of his well-muscled body to thoroughly intoxicate Sally. She kissed the head of his thick dick, then ran her lips across the firm, wrinkled flesh of his scrotum.
Behind him, June had spread his ass cheeks. She jammed her face against his crack, extending her tongue and finding the tight circle of his anus. As Sally took his cock into her mouth, June pressed her tongue tip against his anus.
"Oh, you're fucking incredible!" Cleve shouted, alternately humping forward at Sally and backward at June. Abruptly, the blonde withdrew her tongue and stood up.
"Sally, remember I have a little goal," she said.
The redhead rolled her eyes toward June and immediately took Cleve's cock out of her mouth. "She wants to see how many different cocks she can get in her cunt before morning," Sally explained, adding a rule to June's quest.
"That's something I sure wouldn't mind helping out with," Cleve chuckled, reaching into his gym bag and fishing out a condom.
June started to lie down on the rug, but Cleve asked her to remain on her feet. "You'll love this one," he assured her.
He slipped on the condom and wrapped his arms around June. Their mouths met, and he slipped his tongue in as she reached for his hard-on. Seizing her buttocks, he hunched down and angled his condom-clad cockhead to her slit.
Breaking their kiss, he said, "Lift your right leg and curl it around my waist. Don't worry, I have a good grip on you." A bit of his cock slid into her pussy as June followed his instructions. "Good, now lift the left leg. You won't fall, believe me."
His cock slid all the way into her as June wrapped her other leg around his waist. She threw her arms around his neck, her stiff nipples digging into his hard chest muscles as her pussy thatch grazed the skin over his pubic bone.
They locked tongues again. Humping his cock in and out of her, the bodybuilder found her G-spot and skimmed it with his cockhead. Lost in sexual ecstasy, June sucked on his tongue, grinding her ass against his hands. Sally fingered herself as she watched. A glance over at Andy told her the hairless man was hard again, so she stepped over, turned her back to him and aimed her pussy at his lap.
She moved a little too fast for him. Knowing exactly what she intended, he moved to seize his cock and steer it into her snatch. Her buttocks came down on his cockhead, though, and she jumped up just as he tried desperately to align it with her pussy slit.
Sally stumbled and fell back on him. Somehow, the movement shifted the position of Andy's cock in just the right way, and the long, hairless male member slid right into her pussy.
"Oh, that's perfect," Sally roared, leaning forward and grasping Andy's wrists to clap his hands over her tits.
June's pussy was beginning its orgasmic contractions. She jerked back and forth, nibbling at Cleve's shoulder as he slowly and steadily humped her. She thrashed around wildly when she came, making it difficult for Cleve to hold on to her. It was also hard for him to hold back, but June shrieked that she was falling, and he yanked his cock out.
The gasping, panting blonde dropped to all fours, her large breasts swinging from side to side. Andy immediately dropped down behind her, one hand going to her tits and his other holding his stiff, condom-covered penis. Nudging her pussy lips open, he slipped his cock in, shoving forward until he felt her cunt flesh strain against his invading, latex-dressed organ.
His sparse cock hair grazed against June's butt. Her stiff nipples resisted the pressure of his fingers. Sighing, she worked her ass around as a second orgasm built in her. Remembering, she concentrated on her cunt muscles and discovered she could voluntarily clench them together. That first time wasn't just an accident...Cleve groaned and thrust at her, saying something in a strangled tone of voice about not being able to hold back.
Then, he shot his load into the condom as his throbbing prick rode back and forth over June's G-spot. Her pussy gripped his cock tightly, and her shrill cries mingled with his deep moans as they climaxed together.
A high-pitched shriek came from the couch, Sally, in the throes of ecstasy as she rocked back and forth on Andy's prick. As Cleve dragged his cock out of June's pussy, Sally propelled herself off Andy's. Gasping for breath, she staggered to the bathroom.
June slowly pulled herself to her feet and followed her red-haired neighbor. The two women got in the shower, laughing as they washed each other off. Andy and Cleve stepped in, asking them if they planned to be there all night.
"We can't," Sally said, one hand on June's blonde-haired, wet pussy. "We have plans. Cleve, did Andy tell you?"
She and June stepped out of the tub and dried themselves off as Andy explained the situation to the bodybuilder. "June says she'd love to double up, so there won't be an extra-cock problem when Frank shows up."
"As long as everything's so damn well planned," Cleve said. "Okay. I just hope her husband doesn't freak."
"He won't," June answered, sounding more certain than she actually was.
CHAPTER TEN
The coed's nipples were stiff. Frank felt his prick growing steadily under her buttocks as he squeezed the slender red buds, working his hands around the small risings of her breasts. His cockhead could soon be seen poking out from her hairless pussy.
Uttering a high-pitched cry of delight, Violet lifted up and seized his erection, tucking the head between her cunt lips and forcefully sitting down. Frank let out a grunt of surprise, feeling cum start to creep up his cock shaft.
Not only was she tight, she was even better at manipulating her vaginal muscles than June. Was it that all women could do that, but most didn't know they could? Frank had no time to reflect. Her cunt seemed to be milking the semen right out of his erection, and he drew in a long deep breath to try and stay in her.
He had to make her cum fast. Easing his hand off her tit, he positioned two fingers on either side of her clearly visible, sheathed love button, he brought them together slowly as she started to post up and down on his hard-on. To his relief, her cunt lips immediately swelled around his fingers and her sexual juices wetted them. Relaxing his lower muscles, he held her tightly as she started humping furiously.
The cum ran up his cock shaft and he let it go, letting out a roar. His orgasm was so intense, he wasn't aware she'd taken his cock out just before the first spurt. It landed on his chest, forcing him to open his eyes and watch in wonderment as his cum shot high in the air and descended in long, white, curving streams.
Across the room, Jim was lying on his back next to the couch. Her neatly trimmed muff was pressed against his face, and his wiry cock hair curled around her lips. From the way Jim was moving his head, it was obvious he had his tongue in her pussy. Her hair shook around her neck as she tilted her head back, drawing out Jim's cock until only the head and an inch or so of shaft remained in her mouth.
She started sucking hard. Violet seemed only vaguely interested as she sat back on the couch, stretching out her bare, slender legs. "You know, if either of us had the sense to get a condom on, you could have cum inside me. That's why I like fucking older men-they're usually so sensible."
"I hope I get another chance to be sensible," Frank said. "Spur of the moment thing, I guess. I sure as hell don't object to rubbers."
"Oh, you will," Violet yawned. "You were certainly good enough."
It took Frank a moment to realize that her statement constituted a compliment. She had her pick of lovers, and she was in a position to pick and choose as she liked.
"So, I guess I get a 'C,' right?" he asked.
"Oh, no. I'd give you a solid 'B'. "
"As long as I made the grade," Frank replied. "Look at those two."
He pointed to Jim and Mara, who were still busily pleasuring each other with their mouths.
"Can you get into your house through your garage, June?" Andy asked. He kept his eyes on the road as he spoke.
"Sure. Why?" June replied.
"I have an idea." Behind him, Sally was just about to reach into Cleve's crotch. She stopped to listen, her hand about an inch from the bodybuilder's genitals. "It'll be something if the four of us show up and declare an orgy, all right. But what if we showed up nude?"
"Do you think that might be too much for Frank?" June asked in response to Sally's enthusiastic agreement.
"Isn't that the idea?" the redhead replied. "I mean, your plan was to forcefully confront him with what's going on. Break him out of his shell, the best, direct way, right?"
"Yeah, that was my plan. Hmm. At one point, he got a little suspicious, like I'd made up the three-way story to hide the fact that I was having an affair. Me, the reserved one? Now that I think about it, I'm annoyed enough to shock the shit out of him."
"Fine, we're all agreed," Sally said. "Just make sure you turn left at the next light."
When she saw their house, June at first thought that Frank wasn't home. As they drove past, she saw light coming from the heavily curtained windows.
"I guess he must be upset or depressed or something," she remarked to Sally. "He never keeps the shades drawn when he's alone."
"Maybe. But can you think of a better way to cheer someone up?"
In the house, Jim and Mara were rolling off each other. He hadn't cum, but she had and her cunt juice covered his face. Frank glanced up at a clock.
"Now she's really out late," he said. "I guess we can expect her any minute, but I'm getting a little bit worried. Anyway, I think we should rest up a bit. I'll either be fucking or fighting, and-"
"Don't think about it," Violet advised. "That's the best way. Just let things happen."
Frank looked down at his soft cock. "I don't know what to do, so-"
"Do nothing," Violet finished.
Mara went off to clean herself out. Violet went with her, and Frank and Jim watched one of Jim's tapes. The sound of splashing water combined with the sound from the television to thoroughly mask the sound of a car entering the garage.
"I feel like I'm back in school," June giggled as she unbuttoned her blouse. "If this isn't a sophomore stunt, I don't know what is."
"I've done my share of swinging," Sally said, "and I have to say, this outing is different." Lifting her butt, she pulled off her skirt.
Somewhat confined by the back seat, Cleve wriggled around as he struggled to get out of his briefs. Sally watched, licking her lips as his long, thick cock came into view. Finally, he got the undergarment off.
A stark-naked Andy and a stark-naked June were already out of the car, grinning at Cleve's struggles and Sally's attention to them. Sally stepped out, Cleve after her and all but bent double to avoid hitting his head on the roof.
"Small cars are fun to drive," he said, "but, damn!"
Sally laughed and took a playful swat at his prick. June turned her wrist and diffidently ran the back of her hand along his genitals.
"Just a little warm-up," Sally purred, tapping at his cockhead with a fingertip.
June led them into a narrow corridor, explaining that the passageway would take them to the kitchen. She flicked on a light as she stepped in, and she put a finger over her lips to signal them to be silent.
Meanwhile, Mara and Violet emerged from the bathroom with Jim and Frank trailing behind them. Violet was about to ask Mara if she was ready for another round, to "inspire the cocks," as the coed put it.
June chose that moment to fling the kitchen door open and charge in.
"Surprise!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. Then, she froze. "Holy shit! Frank! What the fuck is going on here?"
Sally, Andy and Cleve charged out. like June they froze, staring in amazement at the four naked figures in their living room.
"I don't understand what this is," June shouted.
"How the fuck am I supposed to understand what that is?" Frank shouted back, pointing at the three naked people behind his wife.
"Hi, Sally," Jim called out. Violet waved. The redhead stepped up to her husband, curling one arm around his waist and the other around the coed's.
"Fancy meeting you here," Sally murmured to Violet. The young blonde rubbed her hip against the redhead's.
"What this is," June replied coolly, "is a four-way. It was supposed to be an orgy, including you, but it looks like you've found your own fun. Who the hell is she?"
June pointed to Mara, who calmly explained that she and Frank shared a lunch-hour fuck the day before last.
"That was even before my three-way," June said menacingly. "So, you were fucking around-"
"Just that once," Frank protested. "And I don't know how it happened."
"How it happened? You stuck your prick in her pussy, that's how it happened," June snarled. "And to think you were ready to accuse me-"
"Wait a minute." Sally stepped between them. "In a big way, Jim and I started this. The last thing we expected you to do was fight. That wasn't the idea, was it, June?"
"No, but the idea of him fucking-"
"What about the idea of you fucking two people?" Sally asked. "What about swinging?"
"Excuse me," Mara said quietly. "If you don't mind my saying something, it seems to me that we all came here for the same reason."
"What the fuck reason is that?" Frank asked.
"Oh, shit." June rolled her eyes. "Mara's right, Frank. I can't be mad at you, now. You see, I thought I'd introduce you to swinging by plunging you right into it."
"That's why we showed up naked," Jim added. "June, we were going to surprise you with an orgy."
For a moment, husband and wife just looked at each other. Then they started laughing loudly, and the others joined in. June looked around, letting her gaze linger on Mara's neatly trimmed pussy. As unsettled as she'd been, she hadn't noticed Violet's pussy, and her eyes widened considerably when she turned her gaze to it.
"No pussy hair?" she said, looking down at her small blonde thatch. "Mine sort of comes naturally."
"Mine's shaved," Violet responded, placing her hands on either side of her pussy. There was a gleam of sexual greed in her eyes as she stared at June's pussy.
Jim stepped up behind Mara and ran his hand over her butt cheeks. June pranced up to Cleve, running her hands down her sides and staring up at him. Sally gripped Frank's prick and led him over to the couch while Violet knelt in front of Andy.
"It's been so long since I've seen hairless balls," the coed breathed. She began to lick Andy's scrotum.
Cleve's strong arms enfolded June's naked body. Sally was kneeling before Frank, tonguing his balls. Jim was just about to reach for Mara's pussy.
Then, he pulled his hand away. "Everybody stop," he called out.
Seven confused pairs of eyes turned toward him. "This is too good," Jim said. "Can we please wait just a minute until I get my camera?"
"Oh, fantastic," Sally shouted, scooping up her skirt and blouse.
"My clothes are in the car," Jim explained. "One thing I know we can't do around here is pop out of doors naked."
Frank led him to the garage. Sally decided to remain and cast her blouse and bra aside. The two men returned about a minute later with two video cameras. Jim surveyed the room, then directed Frank as he set the cameras up.
"I can splice together the two tapes later," Jim explained. "This way, we can get more of the action."
"Good, because I always end up doing more camera work than fucking," Andy said.
"Now, where the hell were we?" Jim asked, stepping to the center of the room.
Violet resumed her position in front of Andy, massaging his hairless pubis with her lips. June knelt before Cleve, kissing his balls then taking his cockhead between her lips. It sprang up to full erection, and June strained her cheeks as she opened her mouth wide enough to take it in. Frank knelt before Sally, plunging his head between her thighs.
Soon, Jim and Mara and Violet and Andy were fucking doggy-style, side by side. June was riding Cleve's prick, her big boobs jiggling as she humped. Sally came all over Frank's face, then gasped that she wanted his prick in her.
Cleve came first, his cum shooting all over June's tits and stomach-her own climax had thrown her clear off him. Violet was letting out shrill shrieks of ecstasy, then she screamed at Andy to climax before she exploded. His cum shot up her back in a long stream. Frank started to writhe around on the couch, shaking violently as he shot his load into Sally's mouth.
June extracted herself from Cleve's embrace and stood up, rubbing her pussy. Sally licked Frank's cum off her lips, leaving him gasping for breath on the couch.
"Well, it's just us girls," Mara said, cunt juice oozing down her thighs.
Violet stepped up to June and threw her arms around her, her slender red nipples sinking into the soft round flesh of June's breast. June ran her hands down the coed's back, seizing her firm buttocks and pressing her blonde-haired pussy against Violet's shaved cunt.
"Ever go clit to clit?" Violet asked. June shook her head. "Good, let me show you how. All you have to do is lie down."
June stretched out on the rug. The blonde coed got on top of her, small breasts meeting large ones as Violet pressed her lips against June's mouth.
Their tongues met. Violet wriggled around, positioning her clit over June's. The two love buttons touched, and both women began writhing and groaning. Mara frigged her pussy, then squatted over June's face.
Eagerly, June stretched her tongue up to caress Mara's cunt slit. Violet raised her upper body and took hold of Mara's small, cone-shaped breasts, as much for support as for sensuality. June's orgasm, which had been brewing slowly, suddenly burst fully. Mara jumped away, watching as the older of the two blondes rocked from side to side.
Rearing up, Violet launched into a climax of her own. She hauled herself off June, the insides of her slender thighs wet with cunt juice. Noticing that the guys were still soft, Sally suggested they treat them to the sight of a four-woman daisy chain.
"You don't have to do anything except eat pussy and get yours eaten," Violet explained to June.
She lay on the floor on her side. Mara dropped down, tucking her head between the coed's thighs and placing her mouth over Violet's slit. Sally lay down crosswise to Mara, and June laid down by Sally. Violet's mouth touched June's pussy as June's mouth found Sally's cunt.
The scent of pussy enveloped June, and as she sucked on Sally's cunt lips, she felt Violet's experienced tongue probe her slit. They fell into a regular rhythm, licking each other's sex and tonguing each other's private depths.
It seemed like an eternity passed as one gentle orgasm after another washed over June. Finally, she felt Sally's thighs part and felt the redhead draw her face away from her pussy. Violet got up, then Sally.
"Hey, look," June said. "Something must have gotten the guys hard again."
"Yeah, were you watching a porn film or something?" Violet smirked.
"Well, if you guys don't know what to do with a stiff prick, I sure as hell do," Mara said, heading over to Cleve. Somehow, condoms appeared and she immediately clapped one over Cleve's hard-on. Turning her back to him she bent forward, spreading her cunt lips and tucking them neatly over the head of the bodybuilder's condom-clad penis.
June watched the progress of his prick as it slid into her red-headed neighbor's pussy. Frank was on the floor, Violet mounting his prick. June stepped over to Andy, tapping on his hard-on and licking her lips as she stared at his hairless crotch. Dropping to all fours, she signaled him to get behind her.
As Andy's prick slid into June's cunt, Violet slid her pussy over Frank's rubber-coated penis. Just before ecstasy overtook her, vanishing thoughts of anything other than pleasure, she turned to Frank.
"You know," she said, "you're right. Swinging is a good idea."
A few weeks and a few swap sessions later, Jean and Harvey, a new couple in the neighborhood, were sitting in Frank and June's living room. They looked a bit nervous. Frank's shirt was opened to his waist, and June's short skirt kept riding up to expose the light-blue lace of her panties.
"We've cheated and made up, but we both know we're going to do it again," Jean explained. "We really want to stay together, though."
"Swinging gives you the best of both worlds," June explained. "Variety, and you save your marriage. That's certainly true of Frank and me."
"But what about safety?" Harvey asked. He reached over and clasped his wife's hand.
"Everybody gets tested, and most of us insist on rubbers," Frank said. "There's always plenty of condoms at our get-togethers. Besides, we're a close-knit group, we're town swingers. Believe me, we're all responsible adults."
"Adults is right," June affirmed. "We're certainly old enough to make our own decisions, regardless of what society might think."
"But what is it like?" Jean shifted around, hesitant to reveal how eager she was to get into the swinging life.
"We could tell you stories all night," Frank said. "But you know that old expression about a picture being worth a thousand words."
Knowing what he had in mind, June added, "Showing you is the best way. We have tapes of some encounters I think you two will find interesting. They're very explicit, though, and-"
"We've been pretty explicit ourselves," Jean chuckled. "I don't think we'll be shocked."
They weren't shocked. A half-hour after a tape of a four-way, Frank was helping Jean out of her clothes while June was pulling down Harvey's briefs.
Frank and June had already undressed. As they expected, the other couple was more fascinated than shocked by the casual way in which they displayed their bodies.
"There, we're all naked," Frank announced. "Take your time, folks. Maybe we should watch another tape?"
"That's a good idea," Harvey said, a bit too quickly.
Frank noticed that his cock had stayed as limp as if he hadn't been in the presence of two naked women.
"Yeah, I guess so," Jean sighed, staring first at her husband's prick, then at Frank's, which was more than half-hard.
She started for the couch, looking somewhat dejected. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she angrily put her hands on her bare hips.
"No, we're going to start right now, Harvey," she said forcefully. "We both want to swing, and we both know we know. Why the fuck did we get exams and compare results with Frank and June? God damn, Harvey, we're already naked in front of people in their home!"
Harvey tried to say something but only succeeded in uttering a strangled gasp. Jean stepped up to Frank and wrapped her fingers around his prick.
"Look, Harvey," she said, a sarcastic edge to her voice. "I'm holding another man's prick. What do you think of that?"
Frozen in place, Harvey could only manage another strangled gasp. Afraid that Jean was being too tough with him, June stepped over to him and took hold of his wrist. He jumped, startled, but made no attempt to loosen her grip. Lifting a leg, June pressed his hand firmly against her wet cunt slit.
"And he's holding another woman's pussy," June announced. "See? The two of you are into it already."
"Okay, yes, but, uh, I don't know what to do," Harvey managed to say.
"Just do what your wife does, but in reverse," Frank said.
"Reverse?" Harvey said.
His wife said, "Look, Harvey." She'd already knelt and she turned to give her husband the best possible view as she took Frank's cock in her mouth.
Harvey didn't have time to be flustered or amazed. June swooped down, seizing his prick and rubbing it against her cheek. Feeling it start to grow, she cradled it in her extended tongue until it stiffened and filled her mouth.
She reached for the cheeks of Harvey's ass as her husband cupped his hands over Harvey's wife's petite half-spheres of breasts.
