WILLIAM AND JERRYE BREED-LOVE, IN THEIR BOOK, THE swinging set, state that". . . Approximately five million couples in the U.S. have at one time or another mutually agreed to exchange partners for sexual intercourse. Furthermore, one out of every ten married couples under age thirty-five will participate (or have participated) in spouse swapping. One out of every five couples, regardless of age, will question each other about this situation, and one out of ten couples will feel their friends out...." Clarisa and Fred Robinson, their happiness threatened by man-hungry Pam Murphy, turned to swapping with friends in order to save their marriage.
CHAPTER I
THE FIRST RAYS OF THE MORNING SUN touched the tops of the towering pines and cedars. Blue jays, awakening, began to flit through the branches. Squirrels emerged from their cozy nests to begin their daily search for food.
In a cottage nestled among the trees, a man and a woman lay side by side, sleeping. His lean face was shadowed by whiskers which had grown out during the night, and his brown hair was bushed up. He lay on his cheek, which was deeply embedded in the pillow. His wife lay on her back, her brown hair forming a fan atop the snowy pillow case. Her face was pretty, its features regular and quite strong in a feminine way. During sleep, she had unconsciously pushed the covers down around her middle, and her breasts stood out with only the gossamer thinness of her pink nightgown to protect them from the cool air.
The woman's nipples, responding to the coolness, were rigidly erect against the flimsy, transparent cloth. They were ruddy and large.
Though he hadn't given any outward sign of it as yet, the man was being persistently tugged toward wakefulness by the need to urinate. His cock was piss-hard.
The dream which had been playing across the stage of his unconscious mind slowly faded. He stirred. An eye popped open. His first awareness was of the need to piss, then of the rigidity of his cock. Now, with both eyes open, his vision focused on the nipples of his wife. They jutted toward the ceiling in a way that caused a wave of warmth to surge into his lower body. His erection locked in, harder than ever, and he became aware of a lustful itch.
He reached out, cupped a hand over one of his wife's lightly-clad tits, and shook it gently. Its first nipple nuzzled his palm.
She said, "Uuuuuuuh..." and stirred.
He took hold of her shoulder strap and pulled it down, exposing her rounded, white, rose-tipped breast, which quivered from the brushing of the cloth across it. The aureole of the nipple was tensely drawn up in little bumps and ridges. The nub was thick and tall as the end joint of a little finger.
Gazing at the tit caused Fred Robinson's mouth to water, and he leaned over it. He settled his O-shaped lips down around the erect nipple and sucked it as he lashed it with his wet, warm tongue.
Clarisa writhed against the mattress.
Fred pulled down her opposite shoulder strap and filled his hand with the breast which was newly uncovered. He kneaded it passionately as he sucked and licked at the other one. His rod throbbed mightily now. He plainly had gone too far to turn back. He would have to screw Clarisa this morning. She came to total wakefulness while he was making love to her breasts. An immediate response stirred within her.
"Darling..." she murmured and slid her hand around the back of his neck. Her fingertips fluffed his short hairs while he continued to suck at her tingling, congested nipple.
Her vagina became warm and moist. She could feel the lips tensing, growing congested. They itched. She wriggled her shoulders against the bed, causing her breast to roll against his mouth. He clamped onto the nipple harder and sucked it farther back on his tongue.
"Darling, don't hurt...." she murmured.
His hand left her breast and slid underneath the covers. He found the lacy edge of her nightgown, which had worked its way up to her belly. He slid his hand farther, into her fluff and through it to the center of her pussy. His fingers deftly parted the soft lips, and his middle finger sank deeply into her cunt, finding it already slick.
"You little devil," he panted, raising his mouth from her breast. "You want a laying as badly as I want to give it to you."
"Ooh, yes, Fred!"
He scrambled on top of her, letting his prick out of his pajamas on the way, and he immediately pressed the tip of his rod against the center of her moist slit. His cock slowly slid into the warm, snug rim, its lips pushing back his foreskin.
"Hey ... that's good!" he breathed, as his cock sank deeply into her cunt.
"Mmmmmmm, I love it."
"What do you love?" he murmured at her ear. "Your pecker," she whispered. "Your wonderful, big, thick pecker."
"Shall I move it?"
"Yes, move it, ram it! Hurry! I'm on fire."
He proceeded to screw her vigorously and quickly, for that was the way he felt like taking her this morning. The bed rocked. Her ass bounced in the mattress. His prick fairly flew as it pistoned up and down in the slick sleeve of her pussy. She clamped her smooth legs high around his back and pounded her cunt up to him in the exact rhythm of his loins. He seemed to drive deeper and deeper every time. He exulted in the sense of power and perfection. After six years, he believed he and Clarissa moved better than they had during the first year of their marriage. He wanted no other woman. He never had during the six years, and that was the way it was going to be for the next six ... and sixty, if they lived that long.
He moved faster and faster, and, when he felt her coming, he ejaculated with a near-blinding burst of bliss. His warm cream gushed into her, flooding the pit of her satiny, grasping cunt.
"Uuuuuuuh..." he sighed in gratification.
"Ooooooh," she said. "Oooh, lover..." She worked her fingers in his tousled hair. Slowly her legs fell away from his back.
He kissed her with his tongue, deeply, and their lips suctioned together for a long time.
She felt utterly complete. As she had done many times before, she congratulated herself on having chosen such a wonderful man to marry.
He said, with a little laugh, as he slid off her, "I have to take a piss. That's what woke me up."
"Well, I like that!" she said in mock dudgeon. "And here I thought you woke up to ... do what we did."
She was reticent about saying any obscenities when she wasn't in the grip of passion, but she'd once told him she liked having him say those words to her when they were making love, and she enjoyed saying them back.
"As soon as I opened my eyes," he explained, standing, "I couldn't resist what I saw. Your pretty tits were uncovered." He smiled down at them as he casually lifted his pecker back into his pajamas.
"I ought to be more careful about that," she said, pulling the covers up to her chin.
"Okay ... now you can cover up."
She smiled at him as he turned to plod to the bathroom.
The urine flew from him in a fast, heavy stream that made a lot of noise as it hit the water in the toilet. In the cozy bed, Clarisa smiled to herself.
After he had returned, she got up and proceeded to the bathroom to attend to her necessary functions. When she got back, Fred was lying on his side, facing the edge of the bed, already asleep again.
He didn't have to get up early, because his business was the local tavern in Pine Center. It opened at ten o'clock, but he usually didn't show up until noon. He worked through the afternoons, came home for dinner in the early evenings, then went back and helped his bartender during the busy hours. He usually knocked off at about midnight or a little later and let Cliff close up at two.
When Fred and Clarisa were having breakfast, she casually mentioned, "Guess who I heard from yesterday."
"Your mother, I don't hope?" He slathered some marmalade on toast.
"No, you beast-not mother. It was Pam." He looked up.
"You remember," she said. "Pam Hartley. Or Murphy, more recently. But she's divorced now."
"Yeah, I remember her. What did she want."
"To tell me she's coming up for a visit."
"You're kidding."
"No. She arrives tomorrow."
"Without even getting an answer back from you."
"She phoned me. Naturally I told her to come. You'd like to see her again, wouldn't you."
"Sure." He looked down.
"She inquired about you, incidentally. You know ... I think she's always been a little hot for you. I'm going to have to watch her while she's here."
"Don't be silly," he said and got up, pushing his chair back.
"Through already? You didn't finish your toast."
"I don't feel like any more."
He walked into the rustic-styled living room which was paneled in knotty pine. Pam, coming here. The thought at once excited him and made him apprehensive.
Clarisa's words kept echoing in his brain-I think she's always been a little hot for you. If Clarisa only knew!
Oh, hell, he thought. I'm an old married man now.
And Pam's been through a marriage and a divorce. Everything will be different. A divorce...
He wondered why Pam had divorced her husband. He wondered what she thought of men now. Most of all, he wondered why she was seeking out Clarisa and himself after all these years.
Usually he puttered around the house a little before he walked down to the tavern, but not today. He bid Clarisa good-bye, slipped into his jacket and left the cottage.
The mountain air was clear and invigorating. The temperature stood in the high sixty's. Fred followed the path which threaded its way down the gentle slope, between the tall trees. He always enjoyed the clean, tangy smell of the woods in the morning.
Now another smell reached him from the cafe on the highway below: hamburgers frying. Then there was a puff of exhaust from a car which suddenly decelerated at the turn, and its acrid scent completed the destruction of the woodsy spell.
Fred's mind wandered back to Pam and to a certain time before he and Clarisa were married. They weren't even engaged yet, but he was dating her regularly. She introduced him casually to her college chum.
It was funny. Those girls had gone through school together, had shared the same dorm, had double-dated many times, and yet Clarisa didn't really know Pam. Alone with a man, Pam was a witch on wheels. And apparently it didn't matter in the least who the man was or whether he was already spoken for...
"Hey ... you know what that does to me?" he asked. "Mmmmm, I can feel it."
"We shouldn't."
She laughed deep in her throat, and then her warm soft lips were pressing his and opening his mouth to let her tongue leap inside. Her hand around his prick was cool, but it was setting him on fire. The prick was stiff as a pole and hard as steel as she slid the velvety foreskin up and down on it.
She had come over to his apartment-just like that. She's said she happened to be in the neighborhood and decided to drop in. She hoped he didn't mind, eyes batting.
Her eyes were very dark. Her face was pert. Her figure was richly-curved-slim where it ought to be, abundant above and below.
Now she was beside him on the couch, and they were completely alone. She had her hand in the fly of his trousers, and they were kissing with all their heart and soul.
His hand moved to one of her sweatered mounds, and he found it unbelievably firm for its size, yet thrillingly resilient. He squeezed that lush titty covered by sweater and bra, and its nipple rose beneath the fabrics to nudge his cupping palm.
Blindly she hauled his prick out of the confinement of his shorts and trousers. She stopped kissing him and looked down at it.
"You're big," she said huskily. "I love big cocks. May I suck it?"
Fred was shocked. He'd had a girl suck his prick only once, and that was during a time of utter abandon, when they were rolling about, nude, in bed. She'd taken it into her mouth for a moment, given it a quick lick and a suck, then let it bob away, and he had almost come all over both of them before he managed to get his spasming loins under control.
Now here was a luscious creature whom he hardly knew-a friend of his steady girl-asking him if she could mouth his cock before he had even undressed her. He had only been alone with her for ten minutes!
Pam didn't wait for his answer. She merely slipped to her knees on the floor in front of him and pushed his thighs apart. She crawled forward between them and bowed her head.
When he felt her soft, wet lips slide down over the head of his pecker, a blast of intense pleasure exploded in his brain. He tilted his head back and jammed his eyes tightly closed. His senses reeled, and he was vividly aware of only one impression-the sucking of her hungry mouth which was fastened on the knob of his cock.
His hands dug blindly into her short, black hair and tightened around her bobbing head. Her hands had lifted out his testicles and were playing with them as her lips sucked and slid up and down on the lollipop-head of his prick.
God, it was wonderful!
In sudden panic he realized that he was going to come in her mouth. He tried to cry out, to tell her to let go of his cock, but he was able to emit only a ragged growl. He couldn't move away from her, and he couldn't make his hands work so as to get her head off him. He tightened more, then giddily let go, and his thick, warm cream flooded her mouth and throat. She didn't pull away from him. She kept moving, gulping rapidly and swallowing all his come. Only after she had sucked every drop from his blissfully throbbing pecker did she slide her lips away and raise her head. She smiled up at him, her face strangely flushed. "God ... oh, God..." he said.
She laughed softly and climbed back up onto the sofa to cuddle close to him. His slumping dick remained exposed.
He was breathing hard and he felt weak. "I ... I don't know what to say," he said.
"Don't say anything." She was nuzzling at his neck and cheek.
"But ... God..."
"I loved it," she told him. "I wanted to swallow your stuff. I did, really."
Her soft, little hand cupped his shrunken peter, and she gently manipulated the foreskin, tickling the ridge of his penis at the same time. She rubbed its tip. Miraculously, it started fattening and stretching out once more, though he had ejaculated just moments ago.
His hands moved to her, and he began blindly to take off her clothes. She cooperated, twisting On the couch and lifting her rump from the cushion as his hands toured her. They continued to kiss, off and on, and she made little sounds of passion. Her hand kept returning to his prick, stroking it and making it ever stronger.
After Fred pulled away her white bra, her plump tits projected temptingly forward, round and white with small, reddish nipples, rigidly erect. He filled his hands with them, and they were satiny firm, yet yielding to the pressure of his fingers. He lowered his head, and with a growl sucked in a nipple. He lashed and bent it this way and that with his tongue.
She panted hard, and her hand rubbed his cock more rapidly. It was well up now and nearly stiff enough to give her a satisfactory lay. But she continued to play with it, to make it harder yet, and his hands slid down to her waist where he caught hold of the elastic top of her slip and pulled it away.
Her briefs were made of nylon and were very thin. The dark wedge of her pubic patch showed through the snowy, silken cloth. The pants clung to her belly, and her navel showed through, just below the elastic. Her stockings were tan and gartered at mid-thigh by straps which extended up underneath her pants. There they joined a narrow belt which passed around her tummy, and this was visible through her pants. The creamy flesh between the tops of her stockings and her panty elastics was smooth and firm, yet fully rounded. She had truly luscious thighs.
Fred rubbed them and got into her nylon-clad crotch where she was very soft and warm ... and moist, he discovered, when she parted her legs, permitting him access to the central portion of her cunt. The thin panties clung to her plush pussy-lips, and he stroked the crease between those lovely folds of flesh.
"Ooh, baby, come on and get in me!" she panted. "Your prick's stiff enough now."
Her words thrilled him, and, if his prick hadn't been quite stiff before, it quickly became so. With a grunt, he wheeled off the couch and onto his knees beside it. He helped her around, so that she could stretch out full-length, and he pulled the pants from her, baring the black-fluffy mound of her pussy and the moist lips between her legs.
She parted her legs immediately, placing one on top of the couch and letting the other fall to the floor, opening her cunt like a ripe peach. Her inner slit flared excitedly and was awash with moisture. Her clitty was erect.
Gazing at this luscious sight and feeling his entire body throb with passion, Fred pushed down his slacks and shorts. He left them rumpled at his knees as he clambered onto the couch, between her spread legs.
"Give it to me hard," she said. "Don't hold back." And her hand went to his prick, surrounding it and drawing it to her spasming little hole.
His cock slid into her smoothly and deeply, and the fit was snug. She had marvelously active cunt muscles, and they went to work on him right away, milking at his prick. He withdrew and slid in, withdrew and slid in, each time sinking deeper, feeling her warm, moist, smoothness all around him.
She was moving her hips, rising and falling, meeting his every thrust with one of her own. They pumped perfectly together. He moaned with delight, pumping her harder.
"Yes ... yessss..." she hissed and raked his shirted back with her fingernails. Her legs hooked themselves around the backs of his thighs.
This deep, hard movement was one of the most enjoyable of Fred's life. He lay against her billowing tits and powered his prick in and out of her pussy as it rose and fell, clutching at him all the time. His balls bounced against her crotch.
"Ooooh, Fred ... oh, daar-ling!"
His eyes rolled back and he growled as he ground and drove his hard tool in and out of her, bearing down to produce a climax.
Because he had so recently emptied his balls, there was no great pressure within him yet, and his body seemed capable of working for an hour before it went into orgasm. But he wanted to finish now. He was anxious to know the supreme thrill of perfecting his possession of this girl, which could only be achieved when he spasmed and ejaculated his hot cream into her.
She was going, "Uuh ... uh ... uh..." in whining breaths as she slammed her cunt hard to him, sinking him deeply within her every time.
Suddenly he felt her cunt muscles grab him harder than ever. This was followed by a general spasming in her cunt, which spread throughout her entire body. She cried and shuddered beneath him.
He kept spearing her mightily and deeply-slamming, banging-hard, hard, haaard...
Then he, too, was caught up in the grip of convulsive completion, and his prick jerked deep in the well of her still-spasming pussy. He shot out the few drops of cream he had manufactured in the last few minutes, and the smallness of the quantity seemed to make his pleasure in the ejaculation all the more intense. He keened his ecstatic delight and she moaned, finally slackening off her own orgasm.
"Oooh ... Fred ... Fred ... how wonderful!" she cried and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, holding him against her and rocking slowly from side to side on the sofa.
This experience shook Fred, but he wouldn't let it jar him out of the groove in which he was traveling. Clarisa was a sweet girl-a virgin, so she had said-and they had many common interests. He had just about made up his mind to ask her to marry him. Would he let some hot-pantied little slut come along now and blind him to what was really important in life? No. He was a practical, level-headed man.
He considered trying to clue Clarisa as to the true nature of her girl friend but rejected that. It would surely raise more questions than it answered, and he would finally have to confess that he'd balled Pam. This might upset his romance with Clarisa completely and was bound to destroy the friendship between the two girls. But he would make certain never to put himself in this position again. He would avoid Pam Hartley like the Asian flu.
This proved difficult. Pam called him; he finally had to hang up on her. When she came to see him, he refused to let her into his apartment. The girl apparently had no pride, for she continued to call him on the telephone. It was only when he threatened to tell Clarisa (to whom he was now engaged) that Pam desisted.
Engagement to Clarisa did not include sex. She wanted to remain pure for her wedding day, and Fred didn't see this as a bad idea. That way he would know for certain, when she was his wife, that no other man had ever gotten into her.
But he was under great physical pressure, and there was the tempting thought that Pam was always available to him. He would only have to call and apologize for treating her as he had before. Perhaps he wouldn't even have to apologize in order to bed her.
No. Pam must be forgotten. He and Clarisa trusted one another; she was faithful to him, and he owed her the same obligation. No prude, Fred still regarded himself as a moral person. And he loved Clarisa.
So he waited for wet dreams to relieve the pressure which kept building in his balls, and, when he couldn't wait, he jacked himself off, visualizing Pam, not Clarisa, as he did it. It just didn't seem right to evoke Clarisa's image in that connection.
Finally they were married. And this, of course, changed everything.
CHAPTER II
THROUGHOUT THE DAY, WHENEVER HE had a slack moment, Fred's mind kept reverting to the earlier events of his life.
The sudden knowledge that Pam would be paying Clarisa and himself a visit-and tomorrow, at that kept him on this mental track, though he really wanted to avoid it. It profited him nothing, and certainly he didn't want to take up with Pam. He and Clarisa were as happy as any married couple had a right to be.
But it hadn't always been that way...
Their wedding night was a disaster, as is so often the case when a man marries a virgin.
In the first place, the expectations were tremendous. Fred and Clarisa had been dating for eight months and were engaged for five of those. During the engagement, she had let him take certain liberties, but never to the point of stripping her completely bare or engaging in any form of intercourse.
Heavy petting was their specialty, and sometimes it got so heavy that Fred feared his balls would burst. He played with her titties, usually with her clothes loosened and remaining in place. But there were times when, in the heat of passion, she permitted him to remove her blouse and bra altogether and to play with those gorgeous, round, soft-firm knockers in the nude. A couple of times he even succeeded in getting his mouth down on them and sucking at the large, red nipples.
Clarisa responded so ardently that Fred was tempted to forget about the agreement they had made and to force her to submit to him fully, then and there. He felt certain he wouldn't have to use much force. Clarisa obviously wanted to be laid as strongly as he wanted to lay her.
But afterwards they would both be sorry. So he exerted his will power to the maximum degree and kept from forcing the issue.
Suspense had built up almost unbearably by the time the wedding night arrived. Fred and Clarisa were like athletes over-trained, so there was the fear of failure on both sides.
Fail they did.
Fred's caresses weren't as deft as usual, and his anxiety didn't permit him to take as much time in the build-up as he should have done. Clarisa was extremely nervous, which interfered with her body's preparation for the thrust which was to shatter her virginity.
Fred hardly handled her pussy at all. Just touching that soft, fluffy thing, after so many months of having it denied him, excited him so much that he couldn't wait to drive his stiff prick into it. He drew Clarisa's legs wide apart and clambered between them.
As he settled upon her, her nervousness suddenly increased to the point of near-panic. She felt his cock nudge her pussy, and she wanted to cry, No-I'm not ready! But there was nothing she could do except to tense herself, and this didn't help her predicament at all.
Fred was now at the point where he'd wanted to be for so long. His prick was touching Clarisa's soft, warm split, ready to push against the membrane of her maidenhead and rupture it, so that the prick could sink deeply into her adorable cunt.
Suddenly he emitted a growl and pushed with all his might. Clarisa cried out in pain and she twisted, taking him off center. The hymen wasn't yet broken.
"Ooh, don't!" she exclaimed. "Don't do it again!"
"But I have to, darling," he husked. "How can I make you my wife if I don't break it?"
"Wait a little while," she pleaded, panting and pushing at him. "I can't take it again right now."
"Baby ... don't be silly," he said and held her against the bed, maneuvering his prick into position for another thrust.
"No ... noooooh!" she cried.
He pressed hard. She shrieked and fought him. His prick slid slightly off center again, but split her hymen anyway. This caused the sharpest pain of all. His prick entered her only shallowly before Clarisa succeeded in rolling away from him, and the prick popped out again.
Now Clarisa clamped her blood-moist thighs together and moaned.
Fred lay on his side and gazed at her in consternation. His cock throbbed heatedly. It was so congested that it felt as if it were about to burst.
"Honey ... please..." he begged.
"Nooh!" she wailed. "Don't try it again. Please don't!"
"Well, what am I gonna do?" he blurted.
"I don't know. Just don't touch me. I can't stand it!" She had her arms crossed in front of her and was rolling gently back and forth on her side as she whimpered and moaned.
The shock of her sudden rejection of him caused his long-simmering frustration to boil over, and he forced himself upon her, wrenching her legs apart and jamming his knees between them. She was his wife now, goddamn it, and she was going to behave like a wife should. There would be no more putting him off. He was going to take what he was entitled to.
His prick found the ruptured hymen and, as she shrieked with new pain, he drove that stiff, throbbing rod deeply into her and began to hump her like an animal would. She wailed and struggled, but her motions only excited him all the more. He reared and thrust, reared and thrust until a great surge of passion welled up within him and burst forth to flood Clarisa's hitherto unsullied cunt.
She was sobbing when Fred's seminal deluge entered her, and the sudden pooling wetness caused her to cry louder.
He pulled his prick out of her right away.
Clarisa had derived no satisfaction from the intercourse. On the contrary, it had hurt and shocked her, creating a psychological barrier against future satisfaction. Fred had his work cut out for him, to break this barrier down.
They didn't attempt intercourse again that night.
Clarisa continued to cry for awhile as Fred held her in his arms, caressing and trying to soothe her. Now that his passion was temporarily satisfied, he felt tenderness toward her, and he blamed himself for having been too aggressive and inconsiderate.
After awhile she got up and went to the bathroom. There was blood on the sheet where she'd lain.
When she returned, she'd quit crying. Fred helped her change the sheet.
He tried to talk with her about the experience, but she wouldn't discuss it. He began to feel a new sense of frustration, of being shut out.
Finally they fell asleep side by side.
He awoke with a hard cock, as usual, and wanted desperately to approach her, but he decided he would have to proceed carefully.
He cuddled up to her from the back, putting his arms around her, fondling her titties through her nightgown while his cock pressed against the resilient bulge of her bottom. She awakened, and he began to talk to her, murmuring endearments.
He could feel her go tense as she remembered vividly what had happened the night before and anticipated another ordeal of painful, animalistic thrusting of his phallus into her tender vagina, during which she would derive no satisfaction.
But he was able to proceed more slowly this time, to take his time building her up, and to try to overcome her fear of his prick. He reasoned that the best way to accomplish the latter would be to make her more familiar with the male organ.
She'd never seen his prick-had never seen any prick, as far as he knew-and had never had an opportunity to play with one, since she had only touched him through his clothes during their long period of courtship.
He lowered the covers on the bed and persuaded her to turn onto her side, facing him, while he lay on his back. He removed his stiff penis from his pajamas and held it straight up for her examination. She went wide-eyed as she watched him slide back the foreskin and expose the huge, plump, rosy head.
She didn't say anything at first.
"See there," he murmured. "It's nothing to be afraid of."
She obviously didn't accept that conclusion.
"Take hold of it," he told her.
"Noooh." He could feel her cringe.
"Baby ... please ... you have to get over this silly fear. Now take hold of it."
Finally she reached out in a tentative way and touched the awesome, pulsating head. His rod jerked, and she pulled back quickly.
He laughed. "Don't be afraid of it. Take hold."
After a moment, she reached out again. It didn't jerk this time when she touched it, and she did wrap her soft, slim little hand around the rigid shaft.
"Now stroke it gently up and down," he murmured.
She stroked it. She didn't say anything as she stared at what she was doing. He was aware that her respiration had increased.
"All you need to do, honey, is to relax," he said as excitement heightened within him and made his voice slightly hoarse. She was getting him strongly worked up again. "When you relax, there'll be no problem of getting it into you. It won't hurt."
She broke her silence to insist vehemently, "Yes, it will!"
Even though he had a great need of her immediately, he decided he would have to take some time to play with her pussy ... perhaps even to kiss it. That would stimulate her lubricating juices and excite her to the point where she would overcome her fear and eagerly accept him.
He got up on his hands and knees, and she gasped because she thought he was going to mount her. But instead he backed lower on the bed and gently guided her thighs apart as his face approached her fluffy feminine shrine.
He stroked the soft pussy fur with his fingers.
"Ooooh, Fred..." she sighed.
Aaah, he thought. He was making progress.
He leaned close to her cunt, and his nostrils dilated as they smelled her female odor. He stroked her large pussy lips with his thumbs.
She moaned and wriggled her ass against the mattress.
He crawled into a better position, fully between her legs, and used his thumbs to open the outer portals of her cunt.
"Ooh!" she said sharply. "That hurts."
Obviously it was extremely tender. Though he didn't attempt a detailed examination, he assumed that her hymen had ripped badly and the ragged edges were causing considerable discomfort.
He attempted to get a finger into her pussy, but this caused her to cry out again, and she tried to get him out from between her legs and get her legs closed.
"Clarisa, for God's sake!" he exclaimed as he lifted his head.
"Don't touch it," she said. "Ooh, please don't touch it!"
"Then you're going to have to touch me," he demanded without thinking. "I have to have some satisfaction."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
He was crawling back up beside her. "I want you to jack me off."
"What?"
"Masturbate me," he explained. "Oh, Fred...! " Her tone made her disgust quite plain.
"You don't understand how it is with a man," he argued defensively. "I have to have it. I can't lie here beside you like this and touch your breasts and vagina without getting very excited. I need a release."
"But I ... I don't know how."
"I'll show you," he said and took her hand in his.
He placed it around his rigid cock and moved it up and down, so that she was sliding the foreskin back and forth across his corona in the rhythm that he wanted her to use.
Looking at it purely from a man's standpoint, he failed to realize that he was alienating her further, for she found the act repugnant and took as an affront the fact that he had asked her to perform it.
She kept moving her hand on his cock, however, for she felt this was the lesser of the evils. At least this way he wouldn't be jamming the huge, brutal thing into her again.
He closed his eyes and groaned, writhing, as he approached the peak. She kept moving her hand in the same rhythm. Her failure to speed up, plus the fact that she didn't squeeze his rod quite tightly enough, served to prolong the act, causing him to hang as if suspended just inches away from his prize.
"Faster ... move faster!" he panted.
She speeded up a little, but she broke rhythm as she did so and this further frustrated his steady advance toward the goal.
He eventually reached his climax, his semen arcing up and falling to splatter against his legs and hers. As the drops struck her, she felt as if she were being burned by flying drops of grease, and she recoiled, letting his jerking penis go.
The ejaculation was not a very satisfactory one. The climax was soft, and he felt immediately disappointed. He also felt a little resentful toward her; but this passed, and love still had a chance.
That night he was determined to break down her resistance, and it was with this thought firmly in mind that he joined her in bed. She lay tensely on her side of the mattress, watching him like a rabbit might watch a hound that was closing in for the kill.
He took her tenderly in his arms and kissed her lips, which at first were unresponsive. He fluttered his tongue tip against them and gradually persuaded them to part. Now he sank his tongue deeply into her mouth, and his hand moved over her softly-resilient breasts, rolling them and plucking at the nipples.
She began to warm up. Her nipples stiffened. She made a little sound in her throat, took hold at the hack of his neck, and returned his kiss passionately. This was like their dating days. She was acting as if she really wanted him.
He began to slide his hand lower on her body, petting her through her nightgown. His hand caressed her belly, then slid to her pubic mound.
He felt her begin to tense up.
He threw the covers off and slid toward the foot of the bed. Taking hold of the lacy hem of her nightgown, he raised it to completely denude her thighs and the hairy pussy which he adored.
"Fred..." she murmured and that was all. It was difficult to determine whether her breathing of his name was intended to spur him on or to get him to stop.
He had no intention of stopping, but he wasn't going to hurry, either. Tonight he was going to give her a new and different treatment and to take all the time the treatment required.
At first, she held her legs stiffly together when he attempted to open them, but the steady outward pressure as his fingertips caressed her on the inner thighs accomplished its purpose, and her thighs slowly parted. He lifted one lovely leg over his shoulder and hunched down between them.
Tonight he had deliberately left a soft lamp burning, and the gentle glow brought out the rich beauty of her cunt-the fleshy large lips with a profusion of curly brown hairs along them; the succulent inner flesh, pink and slick in appearance even though it was not yet moist.
He caressed the outer pussy lips and gradually worked them farther apart so that his fingertips could delve into the warm, smooth envelope of folded flesh. He tickled her clit and caused it to harden. Her lips became puffy, and he felt her first moisture. The fragrance of aroused femininity drifted to his nostrils.
"This doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked in a soothing tone as he continued to intimately caress her.
"Noooh," she admitted, but it was evident that she remained tense, anticipating the hurt which she believed would come.
He leaned closer to her cunt.
He was so close now that he could blow into the lovely snatch. He held its outer lips far apart with his thumbs, exhaling into it. She gasped. He moved closer, extended his tongue, and took a swiping lick at the sensitive little lips which guarded the passage that went deep into her belly.
"Uuuuuuh!" she said with a fluctuating inflection, and her crotch quivered.
He gripped her thighs firmly from underneath and spread them even farther apart. He had her wide open now. Her little lips flared at the entrance to her cunt.
He slid his tongue out once more and touched the tip of it to the entrance of that hole. This time he kept his tongue there and managed to hold her in position, though she was trying to buck. Gently and lovingly, he licked into her pussy, sinking his tongue slowly into the delectable crevice, as far as his tongue could reach.
"Ooooooh!" she cried. "Oooh, Freddie ... darling ... loverrr!"
He licked in and out of her sweet cunt, and it seemed to pulsate around his tongue, as if it were trying to suck him more deeply in. He slid his hands up to Clarisa's buttocks and let his fingertips get between them, spreading the fleshy loaves apart. The middle finger of his right hand teased the puckery indentation of her ass-hole, all the while his tongue working into her quivering pussy and out again ... in and out, in and out ...
It was clear now that he was overcoming her fear. She had relaxed and seemed actually to desire more lovemaking. His tongue was at once soothing and titillating as it stroked in and out through the tender tear in her vagina.
Her legs lifted and she knotted them around the back of his neck. He burrowed deeper into her cunt, until he had both his nose and mouth deeply buried in the fragrant, moist flesh.
Now he moved around a bit, licking up and down her lips and twirling the tense little tip of her clitty.
Ever so gently, he dislodged her legs from about his neck and crawled fully onto her nubile body. Her tits puffed high, the nipples rigidly stiff and sticking up toward the stars. He lowered his hard, hairy chest against those nipples and rode the rounded breasts which felt and moved like air pillows beneath him. The tip of his fiery rod found the opening of her cunt, which was quite wide and moist and ready now.
"Want it?" he breathed, pushing himself up so that he could look her in the eyes.
"I'm ... still afraid." Even as she said it, he could feel her stiffen.
"I'll go very easy," he promised. "Don't expect it to hurt. Expect it to feel very good."
Bracing himself securely on hands and knees, he worked the tip of his prick around and around in the elastic mouth of her pussy, and then he slowly sank it past the edges of the membrane he had torn the previous night. She uttered a little cry, showing that the tissue was still very tender, but he continued to proceed gently as he sank his cock deeply into her warm, smooth cunt.
Now slowly he drew his pecker out.
"Oooh, Fred..." she breathed.
"Hurt?" he asked.
"It's ... all right," she said and sounded as if she actually wanted him to continue. He was making real progress.
He slowly slid his cock out until all but the tip had escaped from her circling grasp, then reversed direction and glided his hot cock into her again. She was moistening quite freely now, and he felt her tension melting away. If her torn tissue continued to hurt her, the hurt had at least become tolerable. But he dared not hump her hard.
This made matters difficult for Fred, because his natural inclination was to pump his prick vigorously in and out of her hot little hole. However, he restrained himself and moved smoothly and slowly ... in, out, in, out ... deepening his possession with each penetrating thrust. Clarisa began to breathe hard.
"Do you like it?"
"I ... I think so."
That wasn't the most encouraging of reports for a man to receive from the lady in whom he sunk his rampant prick, but Fred was encouraged nevertheless, and he continued to stroke his large cock in and out of her slippery, tight cunt.
The excitement of that pussy's snugness was beginning to have its effect upon him and he found, after a little while, that he could hold off his climax no longer. Suddenly he spasmed, shooting his warm cream deeply into her vaginal channel. He bucked, his prick jerking, until his balls had emptied their entire contents, and then he lapsed against Clarisa.
He was aware that she hadn't come.
"Did you get any satisfaction out of it at all?" he asked.
"A little," she said, but he felt this was only a concession to his ego. She hadn't really enjoyed herself.
He withdrew his slick prick from her and sighed.
They hadn't gone on a honeymoon. That was to come later, when they could afford it. In the meantime, he was continuing to work and to save his money so that one day he could acquire a bar or tavern of his own.
The next evening, he was surprised to see Pam Hartley enter the bar where he was working and seat herself on a stool.
He walked over to her.
She smiled. "Haven't seen you since the wedding. How's married life."
"Very good."
"Are you sure."
"Now, look, Pam..."
"Give me a Scotch, will you? Then you can drop me off at my place on your way home. Your shift is about to end, isn't it?"
He nodded. He could easily have rejected her bold invitation, but as he looked at her sitting there and remembered the great pleasure she had once given him, he found himself unable to tell her no.
He didn't want to cheat on Clarisa. His love for her hadn't diminished because of the difficulty they'd experienced in adjusting to each other physically. But he hungered for the thrill of possessing a thoroughly responsive woman-of feeling a vagina in full, eager motion around his plunging cock; feeling it clasp him as Pam's had done the one time he had sunk his prick into her; and finally feeling the orgasmic spasms, which he had inspired travel up and down a woman's body as he ejaculated into her.
This hunger, subconsciously working on him, caused him to escort Pam out to his car, while consciously he told himself that nothing was going to happen-he was just going to take her home.
She didn't sit particularly close to him, but her conversation immediately became suggestive.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I have a sneaking notion that our little Clarisa isn't exactly the hottest piece of property that a man ever took to bed." She glanced at him, eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Keep your sneaking notions to yourself," he snapped. He felt a need to defend his new bride.
"Oh, come on now..." She laughed. "If Clarisa is no ball of fire, it's probably not her fault. Nobody becomes inhibited by choice."
"Just what is all this leading up to?" he asked.
"Nothing. Nothing. But I just want you to know I'm still available ... that is, in case you feel the need of a ... shall we say, more responsive partner."
In one way, he wanted to stop the car and dump her out on her ass. But in another way, he was fascinated by her offer.
What he said was, "You have no pride at all, have you?"
"Of course. But I have no silly false pride which says we have to pretend what's really important isn't important at all and that what isn't important is."
"Would you mind translating that?"
"All right." She slid across the seat to sit close to him.
Her nearness set his veins on fire. All he had to do was reach out ... But she did the reaching.
She said, "I happen to think that a good screw is one of the most important things in the world if not the most important, and I take pride in my ability to screw well-to respond to a passionate man. I see nothing prideful about pretending I don't like to or that a man I like doesn't appeal to me. Also, I see no reason in God's world why a woman shouldn't go after what she wants, just as a man does. For instance, I like you very much. To put it on a more basic level, I appreciate your big cock and your talent in using it. I wish you would use it on me again."
With that, she reached into his lap and quickly unzipped his fly. They were in traffic, and he had to drive the car, so he couldn't fight her off.
"Pam, for God's sake!" he exclaimed, but already she had his naked prick in her hand, and it was swelling quickly.
"Well, Clarisa hasn't taken all the starch out of you," she observed, beginning to stroke his foreskin up and down.
His cock assumed rock-hard rigidity at once, its huge head swollen and fiery. He writhed and tried to elbow her away from him, but she merely laughed and held on.
Frantically he looked into the mirror, looking for clearance to change lanes and bring the car to a stop next to the sidewalk. But the traffic had them hemmed in.
"Goddamn it, get your hand off me." He fought her, one-handed, but she managed to fend off his arm and still maintain her hold on his cock.
"If a policeman sees us fighting, he'll pull us over to the side," she warned. "That might prove embarrassing with you like you are."
"Damn you!" he exploded.
"Quit fussing so much. Let me pet your prick while we drive along. It brings me pleasure and it doesn't hurt you."
She was the darnedest person he had ever known.
He quit fighting and let her have her way with him ... for the moment. Her petting of his prick was very exhilarating, and the effect was heightened by the words she murmured in his ear.
"Let's go home to my place, darling. We'll screw there. I'll go down on you, if you like. I'll suck your cock until your balls are dry. We can sixty-nine, if you'd like that. My pussy's very juicy tonight. Touch it and see how wet it is right now."
His pecker throbbed. He wanted nothing better than to kiss her all over-including her cunt-and then to jam his hot cock deeply into that wet vagina and bang it until they both went out of their minds with delight. She would climax with him forcefully. There would be no partial involvement and holding back. But he couldn't.
Clarisa was his wife, and he loved her. Anyway, they were making progress. It wasn't uncommon, he'd heard, for a perfectly normal couple to have trouble becoming adjusted to each other after they were married. All it took was loving consideration, familiarity and practice. In a couple of weeks, he and Clarisa would be going down like a long-married pair, except they'd have the zest which only youth could supply. He wasn't about to jeopardize his future with Clarisa by playing around with Pam. She was supposed to be Clarisa's friend-how did he know she wouldn't tell Clarisa at some time?
Anyway, he didn't want Pam. He wanted his wife, fully and freely, and that's what he was staking his future on.
At the first opportunity, he maneuvered his car over to the curb and brought it to a stop. He dislodged Pam's hand from his massively-congested organ and ordered her out of the car.
She didn't seem angry. Her response was more one of confident amusement. "You know how to get in touch with me," she said, "and you will one of these days. I'm sure of that."
She bent quickly and kissed his cock on its burning tip, then got out of the car.
During the succeeding weeks, he managed to avoid being alone with her. When he and Clarisa got together with her, there wasn't the slightest indication on Pam's part of anything between them. Her attitude toward him was always one of casual friendship.
Then she ran away with a man. They got married and settled down in a city a thousand miles away. So much for Pam, he thought.
He and Clarisa had made an excellent adjustment by that time, and they were genuinely happy. But Clarisa never became as sexually demonstrative as Pam had been with him on the one occasion when they were alone together in his apartment.
Well, Clarisa was a different kind of person, he rationalized. And he assured himself that he was glad he'd married her kind and not Pam's. He didn't envy Pam's husband. When he heard that Pam and her husband had broken up, he nodded his head wisely.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Clarisa, who had just told him the news.
"Oh, nothing. Pam never struck me as the type who could stay married long to the same guy that's all."
"What a funny thing for you to say," Clarisa remarked, but she didn't puzzle long over it.
They felt totally secure in their relationship. They were happy and well-adjusted. Even Clarisa's inability to have children didn't bother them a great deal. They both felt that the absence of a child in the house prolonged their love affair and when they got a little older, they could adopt a child or two.
In his work, Fred had many chances to play around, if that's what he wanted to do. But he turned down every opportunity. He didn't feel the need of another woman. Clarisa was his and his alone; he was hers. That's how he wanted to keep it.
Now Pam was coming to pay them a visit. Well ... so what?
CHAPTER III
IT WAS MID-AFTERNOON WHEN THE throaty growl of a sports car engine announced Pam's arrival at Pine Center. Wearing her usual daytime costume of pants and blouse, Clarisa rushed out through the doorway and down the wooden steps to greet her old friend.
"Well ... hi!" she cried happily.
"Hi, Clarisa. How are you?" Pam said warmly.
The two rushed into each other's arms, embraced, then took a step backward and looked each other over. It had been quite awhile, but Pam looked the same. Hardly older, at all. Her judgment concerning Clarisa was not so complimentary.
"Well, don't you look like the old married woman!" Pam chirped.
"Oh, is it as bad as that?" Clarisa grinned.
"Not bad, exactly," Pam said. But she continued to look Clarisa over, as if she could hardly believe what she saw.
Clarisa took one of Pam's bags and Pam carried the other one as they headed into the house, chattering about Pam's cute little car, the drive from the city, and how great it was for the two old friends to be together again after all these years.
"Oh, I like your house!" Pam exclaimed, glancing around the living room, "but how can you stand being stuck way up in the hills like this, away from everything?"
"I'm not away from everything," Clarisa insisted with a smile. "I have what matters to me-my home, my husband..."
"Ooh, yes ... how is Fred?"
"Fine."
A mischievous light came into Pam's dark eyes. "Is he still giving you a hot ride every night, or has the fire begun to burn lower over the years?"
"Pam! What an awful thing to say!" Clarisa laughed in embarrassment.
"Awful? What's awful?" She sat down and swung a tightly-pantsed leg up over the other. "You always were one to avoid talking about sex, weren't you?"
"I don't like to cheapen it by noising it around."
"Jesus, girl! When the screwing's good, you should feel like hollering it from the housetops."
"I don't remember you being so frank-talking."
"So I've gotten a little more sophisticated. Marriage will do that to you-at least, it did it to me. Maybe you and Fred have a different kind of relationship. Anyway, the world's changed a lot in a few years. This is the tell-it-like-it-is generation, or am I wrong?"
"You're right, I suppose," Clarisa admitted. "But I still think certain things are highly personal and should be treated in a private way."
"Okay ... so what's more private than a couple of old girl friends getting together for a chat? Tell me-how is your sex life?"
"Pam! Good gracious, you do have a one-track mind!"
"Don't hedge. How are you and hubby in the sack? Is it as good as ever? Better? Or what?" Pam waited expectantly.
"It's good," Clarisa said firmly, almost defiantly, as she gazed directly at her friend. "It's damned good! How do you like that?"
"Horrors!" Pam laughed. "I'm shocked."
"Well, Fred and I are getting along just fine." Clarisa decided to put Pam on the defensive and thereby take the heat off herself: "Evidently you and Brian didn't do so well, hm?" she asked, referring to Pam's recent husband.
"Ooooh," she laughed. "We did great when we did it. The only trouble was, Brian wanted to do it to everybody, the tomcat."
Clarisa raised an eyebrow. "You objected to that? You with your modern, broad-minded attitude toward sex?"
"You're damned right I objected. Listen, honey ... as far as I'm concerned, a wife can play around a little, as long as her husband doesn't find out about it. Why not? She doesn't give anything to a man she screws except the loan of her body. But when a husband plays around, he has to pay his way-if not an out-and-out fee for the lady's favor, there are presents and the cost of entertaining. Brian wasn't doing so damned well financially that he had money to spend on other dames."
Clarisa stared at her. "You mean, it was the money part of it that bothered you?"
"Mostly. If he were rich, I wouldn't have cared. Every time I found out about one of his affairs, I'd just have told him about one of mine."
"You ... you had affairs while you were married?"
"Of course." Pam blinked at her. "Haven't you?"
"No."
Pam stared, then broke into a broad smile. "Do you mean to sit there and tell me that Fred is the only man who has ever..."
Clarisa spoke quickly and cut Pam off: "Yes. He is."
"Poor baby."
"Oh, come on! You don't need to look at me as if I'm underprivileged. Millions of women remain faithful to their husbands through their entire married lives."
"Sure. And millions of people have never tasted caviar or sipped wine on the Champs Elysees. Maybe a person can't afford to buy delicacies or travel around the world, but when a gal is as pretty as you are, she can sure as hell find some fun with a stray male or two, and who would be the wiser?"
Clarisa chose to sidestep the main thrust of Pam's remarks. She said, "A little while ago, you told me I looked like a tired old housewife."
"I mean that you've let yourself go. Look at your hair."
Clarisa touched it self-consciously. "Well, up here we don't dress up very often and..."
"Sure. That's just what I mean. You've tucked yourself away from the world. You don't have any children, and you can't have any, according to what you've written me. Right now, maybe you and Fred make out okay without any kids and with just each other, but how is it going to be a few years from now? Life's going to be pretty bleak and barren unless you take the trouble right now to cultivate some outside interests."
"You mean, men?"
"Men and other things. But men mainly. Sure. You know what I'm going to do while I'm here? I'm going to take you in hand. I'm going to spruce you up and we're going to do some stepping out while friend husband's slaving away over his Tom 'n Jerries and martinis. And say ... while we're talking about married folks stepping out, you don't really think he's been faithful to you all this time, do you? He works in a bar. All night long, he's looking down the cleavage of loose, frustrated females who are half-drunk and don't give a shit. Don't you think he's ever taken one of them home and screwed her?"
"No, I don't!" Clarisa jumped up. Her eyes blazed for a moment, but then she brought herself under control. She spoke more softly. "Come on out to the kitchen. I'll make some coffee."
She thought to herself that Pam had really changed. She'd always been a little on the wild side, and when they were in school and rooming together, Pam had made it clear that she slept occasionally with boys. She had, however, never tried to get Clarisa to do the same thing, and she had never been so fiercely proud of living a loose life. Marriage must have disillusioned her, Clarisa decided. Thank God she had a man like Fred!
But in the back of her mind a suspicion which had bothered her before stirred into life again. It was true that he had lots of opportunities to score with women. And, since he owned the tavern, he could slip away any time he wanted to, leaving his bartender in charge.
No. Fred wouldn't do that. He loved her and was as true to her and she had been to him.
" ... so the tired husband finally moaned, 'Say, what's par for this hole, anyway?' "
When Pam sprang the joke's punch line, Fred laughed. Clarisa joined in lightly, but she was preoccupied by the warm glances which had been passing back and forth between her old girl friend and her husband.
"I've got one..." Fred said.
"No!" Clarisa stood up. "No more dirty stories."
"Spoil sport," Pam chided.
"Maybe so, but I think it's time we turned in. Fred doesn't have to get up early, but I do. I have a dental appointment in town in the morning."
"Oh?" Pam asked. "How far is the nearest town from here?"
"Twenty-eight miles. That's the nearest town that has a dentist. And on our winding road, it takes almost an hour to get there."
Pam stood up and stretched. Fred watched her.
"Okay, it's me for the sack, too," she said, then smiled at the married couple. "I envy you two your snuggling."
"Pam! You embarrass us, talking like that," Clarisa said.
"Oh, baloney! I don't embarrass you, do I, Fred."
"Not in the least," he assured her and grinned. "Well, it embarrasses me," Clarisa said. And then to her husband, "Come on, fun-lover."
Fred said good-night to Pam and went to the bedroom with his wife. When they were inside and the door was closed, he asked, "What was that 'fun-lover' business?"
She was unzipping the dress she had put on before dinner. "Don't act so innocent. I noticed the way you were ogling Pam all evening."
"It's your imagination," he chuckled and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Oh, is it? I'm going to have to watch you two."
Clarisa drew up her dress and pulled it over her head. She stood in a lacy pink bra and half-slip. The swells of her titties were exposed between the low-cut bra cups.
"Pam's a groovy girl," Fred said as he took his shirt off. "But she never appealed to me. You know that."
"I'm not so sure." Clarisa let her slip down and stepped out of it.
Fred gazed at the way her sleek, pink panties clung to her cute little belly and to the dark-shadowed pubic mound beneath. A surge of excitement entered his loins.
"You know," he said in a low, sexy voice as he moved over to her, "I'm going to have to dick you tonight."
"Don't talk like that," she scolded. "You're picking that up from Pam."
He laughed as he took her in his arms. "We usually talk that way when we make love, don't we?"
"Well, we're not making love yet," she replied, as if she might have some idea of refusing him.
If she had any such notion, he was determined to see she didn't get anywhere with it. After looking at Pam all evening and listening to her sexy banter, he was horny as a bull.
He pulled Clarisa tightly against him and sealed his open mouth to hers as his hand slid down her back and petted the taut, springy cheeks of her buttocks. Those rubbery half-moons felt delightful under her snug, thin panties.
After holding back for a few moments, Clarisa finally let her tongue toy with her husband's, and they kissed deeply and wetly. His hand slid underneath the top of her panties and down inside to fondle her buttocks directly. His cock began to fatten and rise.
Two minutes later, he had the pants and bra off her, and she was spread-eagled on the bed, wearing only her garter belt and stockings. Fred shucked away his shorts and lowered himself atop her. He still had his socks on.
"Now, about that dicking..." he said as he gripped his hard cock and stroked the head up and down against the plushy, moist split of her pussy.
"Shhhh. Pam's in the next room."
"Don't worry. You know how this house is built-to hold the heat in each room. It keeps in sounds just as well. And speaking of heat...."
He held his cock against the center of her snatch and used his fingers to tickle and tease her wet, warm flesh. Her pussy lips were puffing, the crevice getting ready to accommodate him.
"Mmmmmmm," she said and wiggled her bottom against the mattress.
"Want daddy's cock?" he asked her.
"Yessss, I want daddy's cock!" she whispered harshly, hitting the cock hard.
"Say that again," he told her. "I like to hear it."
"What?"
"You know." He kept rubbing his meat against her and using his fingertips, too.
"Cock!" she said, cracking the consonant blend.
"Again."
"Cock!"
He drove it into her, hard and deep, his balls bumping against her crotch. "Oooh, Fred."
"Good."
"Heaven."
"Tell me what you want now."
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and said, "Screw me, baby."
He began to rock and roll her with long strokes that reached deep into her warm, wet pussy, then lifted nearly all the way out, and came powering in again-steadily, forcefully, time after time. She moved with him in an effortless way, letting her body go of its own accord, and it was like the undulations of the sea, so perfectly natural and right. Their bodies flowed together, withdrew, and flowed deeply together again.
But a strange phenomenon occurred in Fred's mind.
As he humped Clarisa, he thought of Pam. Cute, vibrant Pam who had sucked his cock and given him her body tempestuously; who had told him once that he could have her any time he wanted her. The way she acted toward him this evening suggested she remembered that offer and hadn't mentally withdrawn it.
He rocked Clarisa harder.
"Oooh, God!" she cried and began to pound her sopping cunt against him.
She moaned and squealed before he was through with her. Finally his come gushed, over-filling her snatch, and the sticky, white fluid oozed out around the base of his prick to slide down her crotch and over his balls.
"Bay-beee, you never screwed me better," she purred, holding him tightly. Then suddenly she let him go and he could feel her stiffen.
He raised his head to look at her. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." she said, but she wouldn't look at him. "No. Tell me. What is it?"
"It was Pam that got you excited, wasn't it? She made you go after me so strongly."
"Baby..." he said in a derisive tone. "How can you think a thing like that?"
"Because it's true. Get off."
"Clarisa...? " he warned.
"Please ... get ... off!"
He drew his prick out of her and got off.
The next morning she wondered if she shouldn't call her dentist and cancel the appointment. But she couldn't do that at the last moment. He would be angry and might even charge her. She would have to go-She watched Fred and Pam covertly while the three of them ate breakfast. Pam was as effervescent as ever, and Fred as attentive to her as could be.
Damn him! Why did he have to be such a man? No. She couldn't blame him. It was her own fault for letting Pam come up and visit them. Pam was predatory; Clarisa hadn't fully realized that before, but now it was all too evident. Pam didn't have a man of her own. She was looking for one. But she and Clarisa were old friends. She wouldn't ... It was with a very uneasy feeling that Clarisa bid her husband and Pam good-bye that morning and began the long drive to town.
CHAPTER IV
"SO HOW LONG BEFORE YOU HAVE TO GO to work?" Pam asked as she leaned back on the sofa and stretched a shapely leg out in front of her. The bell-bottom pants she wore were thin and clingy, and her thin blouse fit so snugly that Fred could make out the imprint of her nipples. This puzzled him because the soaring uplift of her tits told him she had to have a bra on. But were she wearing a bra, her nipples wouldn't have shown so strikingly. There was some trickery involved.
When he lifted his gaze to her face, she was smiling.
He realized then that she had spoken to him. "What?" he asked stupidly.
"I said ... how long before you have to take off for work?"
"Oh. There's no hurry. An hour. An hour and a half. I own the place, so I can come in when I choose. Another guy opens up."
"Mmmmm. That's handy."
"Pardon me for asking a personal question, but I figure we know one another well enough..."
"Sure. Go ahead."
"How do you make your breasts look like that?"
"like what?" She glanced down at them.
"You know what I mean-so high and shapely, like you're wearing a bra, yet with the imprint of your nipples showing on the blouse."
"Ooooh." She smiled foxily. "Want me to show you how that effect is achieved?"
"Don't show me. Tell me."
"You mean, you actually don't want to see?" She watched him closely.
"Don't start taking your clothes off."
"Clarisa won't be back. She has to keep her dental appointment."
"It isn't Clarisa I'm afraid of."
"So you're afraid of yourself?"
"I'm not afraid of anything."
"Well, don't snap at me. It was your word." She paused. "I'll just slip my blouse off and show you what you were curious about. Then, if you ask me to put the blouse back on, I will. Promise."
He gazed at her.
"If you turn down that offer, I'll know you don't trust yourself."
"All right," he said, sitting back. "Take the blouse off."
A little strain of excitement began to sing through him. It was subtle and not very strong yet. He was sure he would have no trouble resisting its siren call.
Pam sat straight up on the sofa and pulled her knitted blouse over her head.
Fred pursed his lips in a silent whistle. She was wearing a trick bra. It was fully formed in every respect to give maximum shape and uplift, but the center of each cup was cut open, permitting her stiff, reddish nipples to stick out in the nude.
She looked down at the jutting tips and rubbed them with her index fingers. She glanced up at him, smiling. "I think it makes a cute titty effect, don't you?"
He cleared his throat. His cock had hardened. "It's ... interesting," he admitted.
She straightened her shoulders, causing the partially bare breasts to jut high. They were big round beauties. Fred had forgotten what a terrific set of tits she had.
"Well...." she teased, moving her shoulders slowly from side to side, "Do you want me to put the blouse back on or...? "
He should have answered with a simple affirmative, but he had to ask, "Or what?"
"Or shall I take the bra off?"
"You would, hm?"
"Of course," she smiled. "And my pants." She pinched the thin fabric at her thigh. "And my underpants."
He forced himself to grin, though sexual excitement had him in its horny grip. "The years haven't changed you much."
"Have they changed you?" she asked.
"Not when it comes to my feeling for Clarisa."
"Are you two really happy together?" She looked at him narrowly.
"Yes."
"Mmmmm. He answers with no hesitation."
"That's because I'm very sure of how I feel and how she feels toward me."
"What if you were to catch her playing around?"
"Clarisa? Don't be silly," he scoffed.
"It could happen."
"Not with her."
Pam regarded him wisely.
"Put your blouse back on," he said.
"Mean it?"
"Yes, I do."
"You and Clarisa must have screwed last night. She must have taken all the horniness out of you."
"You know I'm not going to discuss that. Just put on your blouse."
"Stand up and tell me."
"What?"
"Stand up." Her eyes twinkled.
"Don't be silly. Put your blouse on." He colored slightly.
"Ah-ha!" she laughed. "You have a hard-on, haven't you?"
"What if I have? I usually get hard when I look at bare tits."
"How do you ever walk out of a topless bar, then?"
"I count from a hundred backwards. Now, will you please put your blouse on?"
She looked at him for several moments, then said, "No!"
"You promised."
"The hell with the promise." Her eyes taunted him, daring him to do something about it. "Pamela, you're a bitch."
"If you say so." She continued to be amused.
"I'm going to get up and go to work."
"No you're not."
She rose and took off her brassiere as she advanced toward him. She plopped herself down on his lap, her bare tits bobbing. Laughing, she gripped one and leaned to force its rigid nipple against his lips.
He grasped her by the shoulders and pushed her off his knees. She landed on her back on the shaggy rug, opening her thighs wide. She placed a hand on the snug crotch of her pants and said, "My cunt's so hot!"
"Pam, I'm embarrassed for you," he made himself say, and he got up, erection and all.
She laughed and pointed. "Who's embarrassed for whom?"
He kept looking at her open crotch. She moved her pelvis teasingly.
"It wants your prick," she said. "Get down here. Clarisa will never know."
"But I will."
"Aah, yes. The man of principle." She laughed again It occurred to him that if he were to tell Clarisa how her best friend had behaved, she wouldn't believe it.
Who would have? He had trouble believing it himself, but there Pam was, spread out on the floor in front of him.
"I told you once," she said, as if she had just read his thoughts, "I don't have any false pride. I go after what I want."
"Well, go after it somewhere else."
He turned and strode into the kitchen. The coffee was still plugged in, and he took a clean cup from the cupboard. As he turned to place the cup on the table, there was Pam in front of him-her gorgeous tits still bare and jutting magnificently forward.
"Please get dressed," he said and poured the coffee.
"You're being very silly. Do you know that?"
"Maybe."
"I would never tell Clarisa. We'd have fun together, and that's all it would be."
"No."
"What if I were to take the rest of my clothes off."
"You might catch cold." He was making it a point not to look at her. "I think I'll risk it."
"Go ahead, then."
He hoped he had called her bluff. After all, there had to be a limit to how far she would go without getting any encouragement from him. In spite of what she had said, some measure of pride was inevitably involved.
"If I thought you really weren't interested in me any more," she said, "I would cut this out. But I know better. Last night you practically stripped the clothes off me with your eyes."
"You imagined it."
"Oh, no. One thing in this flipping world I know about is men. I can read their eyes like a billboard."
"You see what you want to see." He kept looking away as he sipped from his cup.
She stood beside the table, watching him. The confident little smile wouldn't leave her face. Slowly she slid her pants and panties down, in one smooth motion. She dropped off a shoe and removed her clothing from that leg, then did the same with the other leg.
He glanced at her just as she straightened up. She was thrillingly nude. The little black patch at her loins attracted his gaze like a magnet. She reached down into it with long, white fingers and opened her large pussy lips, leaning backward and parting her legs enough so that he could see the moist redness of her sexual chamber.
Lust assailed him. It had been six years since he had gotten a taste of strange female flesh. He wanted to throw Pam down onto her back and wallow on her lush, white body. He wanted to lick and suck at her all over, and then he wanted to drive his rigid dick balls-deep into the squirming, slick hotness of her cunt. He wanted to get into her fast and, after he had come for the first time, hold his prick in her, and keep it moving ... slowly and steadily for twenty minutes or more, until he was able to reach ejaculation again.
He wanted to do all that, and the desire was plainly etched on his face as he gazed at her. But more strongly than that, he wanted to remain faithful to Clarisa.
"Well, start your dance," he grated. "How do you do it-with feathers, veils or balloons?"
The smile left her face. She turned and squatted gracefully to pick up her clothes. She strolled out of the room, wiggling her lush ass.
The girl needed professional help, he decided, and if she kept up this sort of thing, he was going to need it, too. But at least he had won for the moment.
That afternoon, when Clarisa arrived at home, Pam's attitude furnished no hint of what had happened between herself and Fred. She immediately returned to the tack she had taken with Clarisa the day before.
"We've gotta get you out into the world again, honey. You're wilting on the vine up here."
"But, Pam, I've never been a gadabout," Clarisa protested.
"That's just the trouble. You've missed so much. You don't want to miss out on everything."
She laughed. "I have my husband, my home."
"You can have that, too. Good God, this isn't an all-or-nothing proposition."
"Just forget about trying to manage my life, will you, and see what you can do about patching up your own. You're the one who's without a man."
"Don't I know it. But that's just temporary. I haven't gotten acquainted up here yet." She paused. "I think I'll drop in at Fred's place tonight. Why don't you come with me?"
"Nothing doing. I never go down there."
"Why not?"
"I'm no drinker. Anyway, Fred would think I was spying on him."
"Well, if you don't want to go, I suppose you'll have no objection if I do."
"Of course not," Clarisa said.
However, she didn't feel so positive about it. Though she was now reasonably confident that nothing had happened between Fred and Pam during her trip to town, she didn't like the idea of having them thrown together more often than necessary. She still remembered the way Pam had talked about Fred during the days when Clarisa was dating him. Pam had been very candid about her admiration of him. Once she had even said, "If he wasn't yours, I'd go after him right away, and I'd get him, too."
If he wasn't yours, had been the key words, Clarisa believed. She'd trusted her friend not to poach on her territory. But now, after a marriage and divorce, perhaps Pam wasn't so trustworthy.
Still, Clarisa wouldn't change her mind about accompanying Pam to Fred's place. Pam had made no bones of the fact that she was interested in picking up a man, and Clarisa didn't want to interfere with that. Clarisa wanted to see her take up with someone, so long as the someone wasn't Fred.
Fred's tavern was a small, intimate place, which befitted the remote mountain community where it was located. It had a short bar, a row of booths along the opposite wall, and a few tables in the rear. A juke box furnished the music. If Fred had been forced to rely entirely on local residents for his trade, he couldn't have kept the place going. But there was a fair flow of transients the year round-campers and hikers in summer; snow enthusiasts during the winter months.
When Pam walked into the place, it was moderately crowded. Male heads turned. Eyes brightened. There was a whispered conversation between two of the stags. She walked directly to the bar and took a stool next to a tall, rangy man in a checkered shirt and Levi's. Fred, who was behind the bar, came over.
"Well, hi," he said, his tone not betraying the tension which had developed between them that morning. "Welcome to the shack."
"Thanks, Fred. You sell anything in here but beer?"
"Sorry, no."
The fellow on the next stool was watching her and listening to the conversation.
"Well, give me a beer, then." Now she glanced at the man next to her and smiled.
Fred watched and, strangely, felt a jealous twinge. His reaction was to behave as if he didn't care what Pam did, or who she did it with. He said, "Pam Murphy, this is Dick Sparks."
"Mister Sparks," she murmured, looking warmly at him.
"The name's Dick," he said, grinning slyly but with warmth. "I'm Pam." Fred set down the beer.
"Let me," Dick said, and reached into his pocket. "It's on the house," Fred said and moved away. "You must know Fred pretty well," Dick observed. "Pretty well. I'm an old friend of his wife. Right now I'm staying at their place."
"Oh."
She and Dick sipped their beers. In sizing up the tall quiet man, she'd made up her mind that she would leave the place with him, if he asked her to. It had been more than two weeks since Pam had gotten herself laid, and she needed it, particularly after the scene she'd had with Fred that morning. Dick looked like the sort of man who could give a girl a good time in the sack. It had been her experience that tall guys with bony faces and long arms were well-endowed sexually.
She needed a big cock that night-as big as Fred's, if possible.
Fred's was the one she really wanted. That was what had brought her to Pine Center, and she wasn't prepared to call the trip a failure yet. Her best hope was to persuade Clarisa to do some stepping out, then make sure Fred found out about it. Though Clarisa had resisted her efforts so far, she believed she'd given her old friend something to think about. Six years of marital fidelity was enough to make anyone restive down inside, she reasoned-even a square like Clarisa. As for Fred, she couldn't believe he hadn't been picking off some nookey here at the tavern. But he was afraid Clarisa would find out if he got cozy with her. Well, you couldn't blame him. He was a careful stud.
"You live around here?" Pam asked Dick.
"Yeah. I'm rentin' a little cabin. I work at the sawmill on the other side of the ridge."
"Married?" Pam asked boldly.
Dick shook his head.
"It must be a lonely life, living up here all by yourself."
"It gets lonely at times," Dick admitted and his gaze dropped to her thrusting breasts.
Pam finished her beer. She was beginning to feel a glow.
"Want another?" Dick asked, motioning toward her glass.
"All right," she smiled. He signaled Fred.
This time Fred let him pay. Fred cast a sharp glance at Pam. She had every right in the world to pick up this guy if she wanted to; still it nettled him. He put down Dick's change and turned away.
Dick and Pam chatted about the weather, the mountains and other inane subjects. She kept waiting for him to make a pitch, but he didn't. Still, she knew she interested him-his eyes returned to her tits again and again. Finally she decided to take the initiative.
"You know, it's kinda stuffy in here," she said, "and I'd like to clear my head. Take me for a walk?"
Dick cleared his throat as he looked at her. The color heightened in his cheeks. She arched an eyebrow speculatively.
"What do you say?" he pressed, gathering confidence.
"All right," she drawled and picked up her glass to quaff the remainder of her brew.
The woods were very dark. It actually frightened Pam a little to be out here, even though big Dick was beside her. They'd left the lighted path which climbed the hill directly behind the tavern. The trees now formed a dense curtain between them and the string of dangling light bulbs, and they couldn't see well enough to walk any farther. Looking straight up, past the needled branches which were silhouetted against the sky, Pam marveled at the dazzling display of stars.
"How's this?" Dick asked. "Dark enough for you?"
"Oh, my yes...! " she said and deliberately backed up against him.
She could feel the bunch of maleness growing at his loins, now snugly trapped in his Levi's. It felt so good that she gave a little shiver.
"Cold?" he asked huskily, slipping his arms around her waist.
She didn't say anything, but just pressed harder against him, wiggling her rump a little. She let her arms fall away from his, hoping he would take the hint and lift his hands to her tits. He did.
Those hands of his were big and strong and, when they wrapped themselves about her thrusting, round titties, a surge of delight went through her. She tilted her head back against his shoulder, brushing her hair against his cheek. He worked her tits as if he hadn't had hold of a pair in a long time, and immediately his cock began to fatten and stand up.
"Where is ... your cabin?" she breathed, grinding her breasts into his kneading hands.
"Right near here." He was breathing hard.
"Can we walk to it?"
"Yes."
"Then let's go."
He led her quickly back to the path, and hardly a word was exchanged between them as they strode to his little shack, which was on the opposite side of the tavern from Fred's cottage. It wasn't in the same class as Fred's house-Pam saw that before they reached the front door. Once inside, it was evident that a man lived there alone ... and not a man who was in the habit of entertaining women, either. The bed was unmade. Clothes were scattered around. Beside the bed was an untidy stack of girlie magazines and lurid paperback novels. Dishes stood unwashed on the crude sink, and there was a musky, close smell to the place.
Pam didn't mind any of this. In fact, it all appealed to her, because it spelled M-A-N. And a real man was what she needed tonight.
As soon as Dick had swung the door shut behind them, Pam turned into his arms. Their mouths met fiercely. At first, his lips just locked onto her and suctioned; he wasn't going to use his tongue right away. But she immediately forced her tongue past the barrier of his lips and into his mouth. It writhed there like an anxious serpent.
The need that had lived dormant in Dick's massive frame for weeks sprang to action and he clutched Pam's small, voluptuous body with all his might, plastering her breasts, belly, and cunt against him. His huge right hand dropped to her bottom and rubbed her fanny cheeks back and forth, up and down, delighting in the pliant way they moved under her thin dress and pants.
Back in the tavern, Fred went about his duties with only half his mind focused on work. The rest of his thoughts were with Pam and the rangy sawmill worker she'd left with a few minutes ago.
There was no doubt that he had taken her to his cabin. Probably she was spread out right now beneath him, and he was driving his hard cock into her receptive loins. Or else she was giving him a blow job. That was what she'd done with Fred the first time, he recalled.
His mind pictured Dick on his back, with his long, hard pecker sticking up like a flagpole, and Pam bowing over it, taking the knob in her mouth...
"Hey, where's my beer?" a voice called.
This brought Fred bank to reality and he turned to fetch the ice-cold bottle.
Why bad Pam come up here to devil him? Things had been going along so nicely ... He made a mental note to talk with Clarisa tonight about trying to shorten Pam's stay. There had to be something they could do to hurry her along. And why shouldn't they? Surely she didn't mean anything to Clarisa any more, after all these years.
Dick lowered Pam gently to the rumpled bed, and she let her thighs sprawl open, her skirt sliding back to her middle. She hadn't put on stockings that night, so those thighs were lusciously bare in the glow of the bedside lamp. Her pink panties shined where they bulged with the flesh treasure of her cunt, but the nylon was opaque and revealed not a shadow of her pubic hair. Also, the leg elastics of the briefs were snug and enclosed every curl.
Dick climbed onto the bed beside her, still wearing his shirt, pants, and boots. He placed one hand on the crotch of her panties and rubbed the plushy lips beneath the thin fabric. His throat grew dry and tight. His rod was thrusting against the prison of his jeans. He slid his hand up over her belly, pushing her skirt and slip with it. He brought it to her breasts and petted the wondrous globes which were snugly packed in the cups of her brassiere.
"Undress me," she begged. "I want to be naked for you."
He rolled her onto her side and pulled down the zipper at her back. His hand reached in and wrenched open the hooks of her bra.
The abrupt release of tension around her aching breasts sent a wanton, voluptuous wave coursing through Pam and, as she rolled onto her back again, she moaned, "Pull my dress up. Hurry! Oh, God, I want you in me!"
"I'm gonna screw you good, baby!" Dick promised. "I'm gonna screw you till you won't be able to walk."
"Ooh, yesssss!"
He hauled her dress up, and she squirmed to help him draw it away from her body and over her head. He pulled her bra away. Her lush titties floated back and forth atop her chest, their small nipples rigidly erect. With a happy grunt, Dick bent his face and wallowed in that wealth of titty flesh, gripping the globes at their outer sides and rubbing them against his whiskered face as his lips pulled in first one nipple, then the other. His mouth sucked and slid all over both mounds and through the valley in between.
Pam's hands clawed at the crotch of his Levi's. His hardness was bent inside those tight jeans, and there was no zipper on them. She had to open his fly, button by button. Finally she made it, then clawed her way into his jockey briefs. Her small hand closed around his pulsating prick and she hauled it out. It immediately locked into utter rigidity, and she slid the foreskin back off its large, swollen head. She ground her palm against that head, and his cock exuded a pearl of sticky, warm fluid.
While he kept rolling her tits with one hand and kissing all over them, stimulating them with the prickly scratch of his beard, his other hand slid to her waist. It gripped the elastic top of her pettislip and pulled the flimsy little garment down. Pam lifted her rump, and he reared back to draw the slip from her. Her legs fell back to the bed in an open position. He noted that moisture had seeped through the crotch of her panties. He dived at that crotch and nuzzled the warm, snug nylon.
"Oh, God, get my pants off!" she said. "I can't stand it!"
He gripped those pants at the top, with both hands, and yanked with all his might. They pulled, inside-out, away from her hips and down her full thighs. Her black-curled cunt was exposed to his hot eyes, and, down the center of it, her oozing pink slit. He got the pants off her and tossed them over his shoulder, onto the rough wooden floor. He pushed her thighs wide apart and fell onto her pussy with his mouth.
Pam sobbed with delight and writhed beneath his hungry kisses as his tongue parted her pussy lips and slid as deeply into her cunt as it could go. His lips clamped onto the velvety cunt-rim and sucked. He lapped up her honey as she bobbed her pelvis against his face.
His hands were kneading the pliant undersides of her thighs, and his head twisted and turned, going at her cunt from all angles, eating her thoroughly and deeply, sucking up every drop of sweetness. Her clitoris stood up and quivered. She tilted her pelvis downward with a sudden thrust and forced his mouth around that sensitive nubbin. He lapped at it with his tongue and she squealed with delight. She was about to come, but she didn't want to do so until he got his big prick inside her. She dug her hands into his bushy hair and grasped two large hanks of it. She started to pull his head up.
"Hey ... take it easy!" he said, raising his head and dislodging her hands. "Jesus, that hurt!"
Her head was rolling from side to side on the pillow, her lips slack, eyes nearly sightless. "Come on ... come on..." she moaned. "Get on top of me!"
"I gotta get outa my clothes first."
"The hell with your clothes!" she cried. "Get your cock into me! I'm going to come!"
He mounted her, and his long, stiff pecker slid seven inches deep into her hot, writhing pussy.
"Oooh, Jee-zusss!" she cried in joy.
He screwed her fiercely and she came, spasming against him and moaning like a breed cow. He continued his undulating motions, stabbing his stiff cock into her again and again, hitting bottom with its hard, blunt head, bouncing his balls against her crotch.
His coarse Levi's scratched her tender inner thighs, and his wood shirt punished her straining nipples, but she enjoyed all of it. She even enjoyed his body odor and his beer-and-tobacco tinged breath. She kept bucking and writhing, and his steady, long-peckered stroking held her at the apex of excitement. She gasped and cried and shrieked with joy.
"Keep going!" she wailed. "Ooh, mister, keep going!"
"Don't worry," he grunted, breathing hard. "I ain't ... even begun to ... screw you yet."
He was a man of his word; he had tremendous endurance. She luxuriated in the steady, deep plunging of his prick as it slid in and out between the velvet portals of her pussy and far into that clutching chasm. Her ass twisted and bumped against the mattress. He kept riding and riding. The buttons on his Levi's dug into the soft flesh of her belly, and his rough shirt threatened to make her nipples raw, but she loved every minute of it.
Finally she felt herself approaching a second climax, and she spurred him on with her jabbing heels. He socked it to her until the cot nearly collapsed beneath them. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she felt herself coming powerfully. A wave of intense, searing heat swept over her and she cried, full-throated and harshly, when she felt his cock jerk. His thick, hot come jetted into her-squirt after squirt after squirt, until she could feel it oozing out around the trunk of his spasming cock, sliding down her crotch and across her ass-hole. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. Her mind went blank, and she felt as if she were drowning in a bottomless pool of bliss...
CHAPTER V
HE ROLLED OFF HER, AND THE SHAKING of the bed made her aware that he was removing his the bed made her aware that he was removing his clothes. He pulled the covers over both of them and , they lay there for awhile, neither touching nor speaking.
Finally he whispered, "Are you all right."
"Mmmmmmmmm," she said.
He chuckled. "Me, too. Gawd Almighty, that was a good one!"
"Mister, you have some, dandy prick!"
"I think you really needed it tonight," he observed as he cuddled close to her.
"You aren't kidding. But how about yourself?"
"It's been damned near a month for me, and my last broad was nothing compared to you."
Her eyes were open now and she was looking at him, petting his whiskered cheek. "You mean you've gone a month without any action?"
"That's right."
She remembered the girlie books stacked beside the bed, and she rolled onto her back so that she could reach one of them. She picked it up and held it where they could both see it.
It was one of the most lurid publications on the market, chockfull of bare fannies, bare boobs and even some hairy twats.
"So you had only these girls for company, hm?" she said.
"Yeah." He added a bit sheepishly, "At least, they helped me release the tension."
She chuckled and dropped the magazine. She rolled warmly against him.
"Think you can go a second time?" she asked.
"You'd better believe it," he told her.
Her hand was down between them, warmly cupping his cock and balls, and his hands slid up and down her back, across her fanny and over the backs of her thighs. He jammed a thick, rough finger into her ass crack and tickled the tight depression of her anus.
"Ooh, that warms me up!" she said.
"Would you like to get screwed that way?" he asked, rubbing his fingertip up and down across the tiny puckered aperture.
"You've gotta be kidding! With your mile-long wiener?"
"That's what they all say," he replied ruefully. "I'll tell you what, though," she suggested. "You can take me dog fashion next time, if you'd like."
"That's the next best thing," he admitted. They began to kiss as they caressed each other, and his big, work-roughened hands quickly re-fired her passion. Her sucking, nibbling lips moved over his brawny shoulders and down through the thick, dark hair on his chest. Her roving tongue found one of his nipples and licked it until it was hard. She skipped to the other one and clamped her lips around it, sucking. As she did that, he had her tits basketed in his large hands and was working them gently but with deep feeling, rubbing his coarse palms across her tingling nipples, rolling the luscious globes around on her chest.
She got up onto her hands and knees and straddled him. He milked at her dangling full titties as she kissed lower and lower on his body. His cock took an added congestion. It was half-hard already. She was at his navel now, and he had to relinquish his hold on her breasts. She forged her tongue tip into his belly depression and corkscrewed it, tickling him wildly. Her hand moved to his loins and caught his stiffening cock. She slowly stroked the loose foreskin up and down. He watched her shining black hair bob as she nipped at his hip bones and licked along the top of his triangular bush. Her hand held his cock away from her mouth.
Now her face was in the midst of his bush. Her kissing lips moved past the base of his dick and down onto his nuts. He let his legs sprawl wide apart. She buried her face in his sweaty crotch. Hot as she was tonight, the strong scent of sweat and spent semen exhilarated her. She licked his balls all over, and her constantly-stroking hand had his cock stiff again. Now her parted lips slid up that rigid column of man-flesh, crossed the folds of his retracted foreskin, and moved thrillingly against the plushy, plump head of his dong.
"Oooh, baby...! " he rasped and ran his hands into her silken hair.
She licked his pecker head thoroughly, her tantalizing, slightly-coarse tongue moving over every curved centimeter of the swollen, rosy knob. She licked at its tip and at the very sensitive area where the foreskin was attached underneath. Her tongue tip danced along the ridge of the corona and slid in the grove behind it. She formed her mouth into an O and closed it around the tip of his dong. She compressed her lips and opened them, compressed and opened them time after time, which had the effect of sliding them up and down on the end of his pecker, over and over again.
Next she slid her loving mouth over the entire knob of his prick and sucked gently as she bobbed her head in screwing rhythm. Up and down she went ... up and down on his pulsating peter. Dick growled, moaned, and writhed against the mattress, his eyes jammed closed and his hands working in her hair.
Finally he cried, "Enough!" and lifted her head away from him.
She turned on the bed and pointed her bottom in his direction. He leaped into position behind her, eyeing the delightful bearded bun which was in full view between the tops of her thighs. He grasped her rubbery buttocks and pulled them apart so that he could glimpse her cute little ass-hole.
"Dick, you promised!" she cried, afraid that he was going to jam his long prick in there.
"Don't worry," he said. "I just wanted to see it."
Now he gripped his fiery whang and tilted it toward the slit of her pussy, nuzzling the tip into that plushy softness until he felt it enter her channel. He took his hand away, gripped her at the hips, and threw his own hips forward, sinking his prick deeply into her well-greased cunt.
His hands slid all over her-up and down her hips, over her belly, across her bobbing tits, and into her pubic garden, as he stroked his hot cock in and out of her slippery snatch. She had her back arched to provide him deep access, and she rotated her rump to add to the pleasure of the animal-style intercourse.
Her plump buttocks rubbed and bounced against his firm front. The tops of her warm thighs rubbed his. His plunger stroked in and out, in and out, in and out of her grinding, bobbing cunt.
For Dick, it was only great!
For Pam, it wasn't as good this way as from the front, and she had to ask him to diddle her clitoris. He happily complied. This gave her the intense stimulation she had been missing, and soon her bucking, grinding motions were completely passion-inspired.
Dick rode her rear with a vengeance, bumping rapidly against her bouncy butt as his cock pistoned in and out of her happy hole. He lasted even longer than he had the first time, and his fingering of Pam's clitty brought her to a throbbing, quaking orgasm first. Most of the fight went out of her at that point, and it was like pumping his prick in a lard bucket for the rest of the way. But he didn't mind. It was still one hell of a lot better than frigging himself while he looked at girlie pictures.
When he came, jerking and jetting his hot sauce into her already-overflowing cunt, Pam moaned again and gave a final quiver. She lapsed against the bed, on her belly, and Dick's peter slid out of her quim.
"Don't get up and go," he husked, lying close beside her and breathing into her ear. "After an hour or so, we'll try it again. Okay?"
"God, I don't know if I can make it another time," she murmured.
"Sure you can. I'll inspire you. Baby, it's so great to have you here!" He wrapped her up in his strong arms and pulled her against him.
It was pretty great, Pam had to admit. All right, she would stay.
When Fred arrived at home, shortly after midnight, Clarisa was waiting up for him, as usual.
"Pam isn't home yet?" he asked, glancing around.
"Nope. She must have met someone interesting."
"She met a horny guy who works at the sawmill. In fact, I introduced them."
"If he's horny, he probably suited Pam just fine," Clarisa remarked wryly.
"We're going to have to figure out some way to get her out of here."
Clarisa looked at him. "Why?"
He busied himself with a magazine he had picked up from the coffee table. "You know how Pine Center is. It's a small community; everybody knows everybody else. Pam's hell-raising is going to reflect on us."
"Is that the only reason?" Clarisa kept watching him.
"Sure. What other reason would there be?" He dropped the magazine and turned toward her.
"Maybe she bothers you a little, in a personal way."
"Now look, baby..." He moved up to her. "Cut out that silly talk. Pam doesn't mean a thing to me personally, one way or the other."
He took his wife loosely in his arms. "Let's go to bed, hm?"
She smiled up at him. "Does that look in your eyes mean what I think it does."
"You'd better believe it."
"But we had sex just last night. What's come over you lately?"
"You talk as if two nights in a row is unusual."
"Recently it has been." Her eyes sparkled teasingly.
"Oh, yeah? Well, then I've got some making up to do. Come on." He gave her a smart little slap on the fanny, which headed her toward the bedroom.
She didn't undress in the same room with him tonight. Instead, she took her nightgown and went into the bathroom. As she began to take her clothes off, she thought of Pam with the sawmill worker. What would it be like to go to bed with a man other than Fred, she wondered. She wondered what Pam and her date were doing right now. Pam had warned her against missing out on "everything." Was there that much difference between the lovemaking of one man and another? Pam ought to know; she had certainly sampled enough of them in her time.
But where did love fit into the picture? That was what was supposed to make sex sublime. If she and Fred were not so much in love with each other, Clarisa might have been tempted to sample another man ... just to see. But as it was, she didn't want to. She was inclined to believe Pam was the one who was missing out on the best of life, not her, because Pam apparently had never been in love. This, at least, was what Clarisa's conscious mind had to say on the subject.
Fred climbed into bed and decided he would make love to Clarisa with the light out tonight. He reached and turned off the bedside lamp.
As he gazed toward the ceiling in the darkness, a fantasy image flickered into life on the screen of his imagination. He saw Pam in the nude-as she had been with him just that morning-and she was in bed with Dick Sparks. The big, raw-boned man was petting her satiny ass and the smooth, curving sweep of her back. She was fondling his erect, rock-hard penis. Fred unconsciously ground his teeth. The image played on. one close-up giving way to another until Dick was on top of Pam, shoving his stiff cock into her, making her cry and writhe with joy...
The bathroom door opened, casting a glow of light into the hall. Clarisa stood silhouetted in the bedroom doorway.
"You in bed already?" she asked.
"Mm-hmm."
He thought, Get out of my mind, Pam-and get out of my life!
The silent admonition didn't work very well. Even after Clarisa had climbed into bed beside him, Pam's image continued to flit along the fringes of his consciousness. She's still with that man, he thought. She's showing him a real hot time.
Clarisa rolled into Fred's arms. 'Well, you big lug?" she purred.
This was something he resented about Clarisa-she always depended on him to make the first move. She would never begin to caress him first. And as for being oral with him-she had probably never even thought of that. Fred usually liked to take the initiative, as most men do, but it would have been fun if once in awhile Clarisa surprised him by going on the offensive.
He's certainly quiet, she thought. And look at the listless way he's taking me in his arms-as if he doesn't care whether we have sex or not. She'd become old stuff after six years, she guessed. She imagined that the man who was with Pam wasn't listless in his approach to her.
Fred began to caress Clarisa beneath the covers, rubbing her belly through the thin nylon nightgown ... now sliding his hand up to her breasts...
A small tingle of excitement traveled through her, and her sizable nipples began to rise. Prickling them through the thin cloth fired Fred's interest, and he murmured, "Let's let those titties out, hm?"
"I can't think of anything better," Clarisa said, and he slid the ribbon down off her shoulder.
As he did it, he thought, Why can't she take hold of my prick or something? Christ, by now Pam would be pumping it up and down.
His warm hand closed around Clarisa's soft-firm globe and he began to knead it gently, her nipple drilling into his palm. His cock was up strongly now. He twisted his head and went down on her nipple as his hand served the titty to his mouth.
He sucked slowly and with feeling, licking her nipple at the same time. With his warm, wet mouth actively fastened to her breast, Clarisa slid deeper into the pleasant ooze of sexual abandon. Fred's hand moved down her body, as he continued to suck her breast, and his fingers found their way under her short nightgown. He tickled her with all five fingertips in the garden of her pubic curls, and her legs moved apart so that he could enter her moistening split.
He toyed with the thick, rubbery lips of her cunt, then with the tiny inner folds which guarded her deep vaginal passage. His middle finger easily breached that portal and slid into her hot, snug hole.
"Fred, screw me!" she breathed urgently.
He slowly slid his middle finger in and out of her cunt, maintaining a gentle caressing contact with her clitoris at all times. Her hips and legs became restless. Now, finally, her hand slid down to his prick. She tenderly peeled his cockhead with her soft, slender fingers, and then those delightful fingertips began to dance over the swollen glans, against its tip, and all around the ridge of it.
Fred forgot about Pam, and Clarisa forgot about the man Pam was with. Now the married lovers were completely involved with each other. Their whole world was bounded by the perimeter of their bed.
Fred removed his hand from Clarisa's cunt, but only to grip her thigh and lift it up over his body. Now, with his hand on his pulsating cock, he directed its yearning tip to the flaring center of her hot, slick pussy. He fit the tip into the little mouth, then slid his hands around her ass. He pulled, and their hips surged smoothly together; his cock sank deeply into her lathered quim. They began to undulate slowly and deeply, their hips pumping in perfect rhythm. Neither of them wanted to hurry. It was blissfully correct, just as it was.
Fred had hold of both cheeks of her ass, and he squeezed and wiggled those plump, resilient mounds as his prick pumped in and out, in and out, in and out of her delightful pussy.
The sensation of her moist warmth circling him was so grand that he probably wouldn't have thought of Pam again; the sensation which Clarisa received, with his hard pole stroking in and out of her cunt, was so good that she wouldn't have given another thought to Pam's lover of the evening ... if it weren't for the fact that they heard footsteps in the hall of the cottage, indicating Pam's arrival.
This jarring note set Fred off-stride. A negative factor arose in his mind. Clarisa lost her grip on the ladder of lust which she had been ascending. Angry, Fred speeded up too soon. He screwed his wife rapidly and, in moments, was jetting his warm cream into her snatch. She whimpered in disappointment and moved her hips in a sudden, frantic burst, but she couldn't reach fulfillment.
He pulled his prick out of her and rolled onto his back, and neither said anything for awhile.
Finally Clarisa remarked rather sadly, "It's all right."
"Why shouldn't it be all right?" Fred snapped in response.
And that was the way their day ended, with both of them knowing it was Pam, and their individual responses to her, which had been responsible for their failure to reach a mutually satisfactory climax.
Fred managed to fall asleep after a few minutes, but Clarisa lay awake for quite awhile, and she concluded that Fred was right when he had suggested they should ask Pam to end her stay. The house wasn't large enough for the three of them.
CHAPTER VI
"OOH, WHAT A TIME I HAD!" ANNOUNCED Pam as she stood in the kitchen doorway and stretched voluptuously. Her short peignoir was nearly as transparent as the nightie she wore underneath it, and the dark tips of her tits showed plainly through the two layers of nylon.
Clarisa, seated at the breakfast table, just stared. Fred looked up from his grapefruit, and a wave of warmth came over him. He grinned broadly.
"Sit down, have some coffee and tell us about it," he invited.
Clarisa still didn't say anything, but she fetched Pam a cup.
"That guy you introduced me to was something else," Pam said as she seated herself, and her round titties bounced in their flimsy covering.
"Pam...." Clarisa cautioned as she poured the coffee.
"Well, why shouldn't I talk about it?" she challenged. "We're all adults and are married, or have been. Sex isn't a subject we have to shun."
"That's right," Fred agreed. "So old Dick Sparks proved himself a good stud, hm?"
Clarisa shot her husband a sharply reproving look.
"Did he ever!" Pam lifted her cup and took a sip. "Oooo! Hot."
Clarisa said, "Pam, what you do with your evenings is your own business. We don't care to hear about it."
"Well ... it's up to you." She glanced at Fred.
"Go ahead. Tell us, honey." He set his grapefruit aside and reached for a box of cereal.
Clarisa was staring daggers at her husband.
"Well, I went home with him, of course," Pam chattered on, not looking at either Clarisa or Fred directly. "And you know ... that horny bastard hadn't had a woman in his place for over a month. He told me. Anyway, he got me down on the bed right away and..." She giggled and put her hand to her face. "First he ate me as if he was half-starved ... which I guess he was."
Fred looked at Clarisa. Her cheeks were flaming, and she looked away.
"After that, he got on top of me," Pam said, "and he still had his pants, shirt and boots on-boots, mind you-and he just gave me a ride like I haven't had in a hell of a time. I came twice before he was through."
Twice, Clarisa thought. And I didn't come at all last night.
"He's really hung," Pam continued. "These mountain people must cross-breed with horses."
"No, it's the clear fresh air and the exercise that make us grow," Fred said with a chuckle.
"Well, we did everything before the night was over," Pam went on. "He took me dog fashion and I...(giggle) ... ate his bone..."
She has to be out of her mind, Clarisa thought, to talk this way ... and in front of Fred, too.
She looked at her husband and noted that he was hanging on Pam's every word, his eyes alight, his jaws arrested in mid-chew.
"I'm simply pooped today," Pam said gaily and flung her arms in a gesture of helplessness.
Clarisa got up from the table and strode into the living room. The other two stared at her back. Pam looked at Fred, then got up and followed her erstwhile friend.
"For Pete's sake, honey," she said, "there's nothing to get upset about. Sex has no secrets around here, does it?"
"There's such a thing as decency," Clarisa snapped.
"So, what's indecent about a good time in the sack with a man?"
"Oh, you're impossible!" She turned her back.
Fred joined them. "Let's all forget it, shall we?" he suggested. "No harm's been done."
"I'm not so sure," Clarisa said, turning to look at him directly. She transferred her gaze to Pam. "And I don't think we should forget it, either. As a matter-of-fact, Pam, I think you had better leave today."
"What?"
Fred watched the women and didn't say anything.
"You heard me," Clarisa said. "You and I have different values. We have nothing in common any more."
Pam turned to Fred. "Do you want me to go?"
"You heard the lady of the house," he told her. Clarisa felt a little better.
"Hm!" said Pam. "All right. If that's the way both of you want it."
She turned and went to her room. Fred and Clarisa looked after her, then gazed at each other, their expressions guarded. There was a tense uneasiness between them for the rest of the morning, and Pam remained in her room. After Fred left for the tavern, Pam came out, fully dressed but without her suitcases. Clarisa looked up from the magazine she had been trying to read.
"Ready to go?" she asked calmly.
"Now look, Clarisa ... we've been friends for a long time. I'll leave if you want me to, but I don't want it to be on a sour note. If I was out of line this morning, I'm sorry. You know how I am-outspoken. I've always been that way."
"You didn't use to be," Clarisa said.
"We've all matured a little, I suppose." She eyed the other woman. "Haven't we?"
"Meaning, you think I haven't."
"Well, the way you acted..."
Clarisa put down her magazine and stood up. "I have a marriage to think about. Fred's every inch a male, and he's as susceptible to suggestion as any male is. You could have talked like that to me alone, but with Fred here it wasn't right."
"Fred doesn't give a hoot for me," Pam said.
"I'm not so sure."
"You know what your trouble is? You lack confidence in yourself."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"No. That's it. You think that any woman who comes along is a threat, and you react defensively. The reason you feel that way is because your little ego has gotten atrophied from being locked up here at home for so long. You've forgotten what an attractive girl you used to be-and still are, if you would only let yourself swing a little."
"Please don't get on that again."
"But it's the solution to your problem. Don't you see? If you were to go out and have yourself a hot affair like I had last night, it would revitalize your whole life-your belief in yourself, your enjoyment of your husband, everything."
"Pam, you will pardon me if I say this, but you are full ... of ... shit!"
Pam laughed merrily. "That's the girl! I've already loosened you up a little. But that's nothing compared to what I'm going to do. You don't want me to leave. I've got great fun in store for us."
"Listen, I couldn't have any fun, as you call it, around here if I wanted to. This is a small town. Everyone would know, and the word would get right back to Fred. That isn't to say I would do it anyway, but the practical considerations alone ought to make you shut up about it."
Pam's eyes twinkled and she slowly shook her head. "A gal can find just as much action in a small town as in a large one. All she has to do is pick and choose her playmates. For instance, I know a guy you could meet who would show you a damned fine time and wouldn't say a word to anyone about it."
Clarisa stared at her. "You don't mean..."
"Sure. The guy I was with last night. And is he a stud! Christ, he could take on both of us in an even-mg.
"Pam, you're insane," Clarisa said in simple wonderment.
Pam laughed. "I think I'll set up a date for tonight. We can both sneak over to his cabin."
"No! Absolutely no!"
Pam studied her. "You really want to. You know you do. Be honest with yourself for once and admit it."
"You're out of your flipping mind."
"No, I'm not. I've touched your secret, most vital nerve." She paused. "Baby, you're not getting any younger. The time to have your adventure is now. If you decide you don't like stepping out, okay ... you never have to do it again. But you owe it to yourself to try it once. Everyone does. And it's better sooner than later."
Pam's sheer audacity couldn't help but have its effect on Clarisa. Try as she would to attack Pam's arguments and to throw up every manner of defense against them, Clarisa was weakening.
If it weren't true that she possessed inner doubts, Pam's ploy wouldn't have succeeded. But those doubts were there and were now reinforced by her unhappy sex experience of last night. She knew, as well as she knew her own name, that had she been with Pam's sawmill worker, she would've climaxed like a Fourth of July fireworks show. Hadn't she been thinking of that guy (whom she didn't even know) all evening, and imagining Pam with him?
Clarisa's conscience wouldn't let her agree openly to Pam's scheme. However, there was no more talk about
Pam leaving today, and Clarisa inwardly titillated herself with visions of herself and Pam in the sawmill worker's cabin, taking turns underneath him while the other sat aside and watched.
When Fred came home for dinner that evening, he was hardly surprised and even less displeased to find Pam still there. It had been his idea to ask her to leave, but he hadn't really wanted her to go. Now she and Clarisa seemed to have patched up their differences, at least to the extent that they were talking to each other in calm tones.
During dinner, the conversation was pleasant and non-sexy. Pam paid him no special attention. He kept glancing at her, however.
Ever since she had arrived for the visit, and even before that-from the time he had first learned she was coming-he hadn't been able to keep her out of his mind. The deepest and most-male part of him knew that he wouldn't rest easy until he had her again. Just once, perhaps, would be enough, but there would have to be that one time.
He returned to work in the evening feeling better than he had when he'd left the house earlier in the day.
Pam and Clarisa worked on the dishes together, and nothing more was said about Pam's suggestion that they step out that night. But Clarisa was still thinking about it, though she had no conscious intention of going along with the idea.
After they had put the dishes away, Pam said, "I'm going out for a walk. You want to come with me?"
A little tingle went through Clarisa. "Just a walk?"
"Sure. What do you think?"
"Well, after the way you talked this morning..."
"Oh, that. Well, don't give that another thought. You said you weren't interested. If a person isn't interested, they're just not, that's all."
Clarisa gazed at her as she left the kitchen.
"Are you coming?" Pam called.
"I ... guess so."
Though the air was nippy, they didn't take coats, because they surely wouldn't be out for long. Pam led the way along the lighted path. When it intersected with another path, unlighted, she turned to the right.
"It's too dark up there," Clarisa protested. "We didn't bring a flashlight."
"We don't need one. You can keep your bearings by the lights in the cottages."
They didn't say anything for awhile as they moved slowly along the path, straining their eyes to avoid walking into tree trunks.
"I think we'd better go back," Clarisa suggested finally.
"Nonsense. It's just a little ways farther." The tingle returned. "What is."
"Dick's cabin."
Clarisa froze in her tracks. "Pam, I told you..."
"So we're just gonna say hello. Have a cup of coffee or something. That's all."
"You're trying to rope me in..."
"I'm trying to rope you in on nothing," Pam stated firmly. "You don't have to do one goddamned thing you don't want to do. It will be just hello, nice to meet you and good-bye, if that's the way you want it."
Clarisa looked around. It was pitch black in every direction, except for the few lighted windows which were visible through the trees. It was getting chilly.
She thought of leaving Pam right there and making her way back to her cottage alone. But that would be silly, wouldn't it? It was true that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do. Good Lord, she was a mature person, fully capable of taking care of herself.
"All right," she said to Pam, if a bit grudgingly, and continued with her toward the lights which marked Dick's crude cabin.
CHAPTER VII
CLARISA WAS AMAZED TO FIND HERSELF sitting in the dirty, cluttered room, thrilling wildly as she watched Dick and Pam embrace. They stood next to the bed, and their mouths were locked in a deep, passionate kiss.
She knew she should have gotten up and left as soon as this started. But somehow she couldn't move. She watched the erotic display with the fascination of a small, quivering animal held in the spell of an attacking snake.
The lovers terminated their kiss, but Dick continued to hold Pam in his brawny arms. He looked at Clarisa over Pam's shoulder. She could feel her cheeks burning. Worse than that, moisture was seeping out of her pussy, dampening the nylon of her pants.
Still, she couldn't get up.
Pam turned out of Dick's arms, smiling. "Wow, what a man!" she exclaimed, looking at Clarisa. "I dare you to let him kiss you like that."
Clarisa's lip trembled.
Dick said, "We shouldn't be tryin' to get Miz Robinson mixed up in this ... that is, unless she wants to."
It was obvious that he was very interested in getting her "mixed up" in it, but he dared not say so. Pam had tipped him off late that afternoon, when she was out for a walk, that she would be bringing Clarisa over. She had cautioned him that he would have to go easy with her friend, at first.
Not wanting trouble with Fred, his first reaction had been to oppose the whole idea. But Pam assured him Clarisa was ripe for the plucking.
"She wants to screw," Pam said. "All she needs is a little nudge. And she'll never tell her husband about it. I'll see to that."
On Pam's say-so (and because his long-deprived prick yearned for the action) Dick agreed to play along.
Now both he and Pam were gazing at Clarisa, with little smiles on their faces, and it was up to her to commit herself. She did this in a strange way.
"I think I would ... just like to watch ... if that's all right."
Pam looked at Dick and he looked at her.
"Are you game?" she asked him.
"Okay," he said in a husky growl.
I must be going out of my mind, Clarisa thought to herself. But there she was; she'd agreed to stay; now she was eagerly looking forward to watching this crude, and probably dirty, man make love to her girl friend.
Make love?
Who was she kidding? They weren't going to make love. They were going to screw! And that was what she wanted to watch. She was dying to wach this rough, uncouth man screw the living hell out of her girl friend. And as he screwed Pam, Clarisa wanted to imagine him screwing her.
Dick and Pam quickly gave her what she wanted.
Pam felt no shyness about performing in front of an audience. She'd had lots of experience with group sex, both in college and afterward. She and her husband used to swap with other married couples, and frequently two or more couples would go at it in the same room ... sometimes on the very same bed.
It exhilarated Pam to show off in front of square little Clarisa. Clarisa was such a dum-dum when it came to sex. This would open her eyes.
As for Dick, he was too excited now to feel shy, for he had every expectation of being about to get into Clarisa after he'd gone a round with Pam. Then he might succeed in getting both girls onto the bed with him at the same time.
He began by taking Pam's clothes off, and neither he nor Pam paid any attention to Clarisa. She sat and stared, her eyes wide and her cunt seeping. She felt hot all over. Her nipples were so big and stiff that they seemed to be poking holes in her bra.
Pam's dress came up and was gone, then her slip slid down and her bra came away. Now she stood bare-tit-ted against the man, while his hands moved over her back, the bare tops of her thighs (above her stockings), and the blue-nylon-covered mounds of her fanny.
Clarisa could make out the evidence of Dick's passion, which was standing up in his pants, pressing hard against the softness of Pam's snuggling belly. It took very little imagination for Clarisa to feel that hard rod poking against her midsection. She wanted to writhe in her chair, but she restrained herself with an effort.
Now Dick was peeling down Pam's panties, denuding her beautiful butt. His large hand slid under the folded edge of the blue nylon and fondled her buttocks directly.
Clarisa's own buttocks burned, as if he were fondling her.
Dick let Pam go, and she sank to the bed. Her panties were folded low on her loins, and a tuft of dark pubic hair showed above the top of them. Clarisa wasn't staring at that, however. She was gazing at Dick's lower front, where his long prick fought the snugness of his shorts and jeans, trying to get free.
He didn't look at her as he pulled off his shirt, then kicked his boots away. He unfastened the top of his Levi's and peeled them down. His knitted jockey shorts were all out of shape.
He was hung about as well as Fred, Clarisa estimated, thought it was still difficult to tell. She found herself eagerly anticipating the release of his big cock into the open, so she could measure it with her eyes in its natural state-measure it and imagine it sinking into her steaming cunt.
Now he pulled his briefs away, and his big beauty flipped fully erect, thrusting out and slightly upward, soaring proudly from the tangled bush at his loins. The foreskin still covered the head of it, with only a pink tip peeping through.
Dick was a huge, lean, marvelously hairy man. Clarisa's cunt got hotter and hotter as she gazed at him. It was awash by now. Her panties were sopping.
She felt the petals of her inner pussy flaring in anticipation of the entry of a rod. Dick's rod.
She couldn't keep from squirming on the chair. Her ass was so hot and damp, she could hardly continue to sit on it.
Dick lowered himself to the bed, stretching out full-length beside Pam and taking her in his arms. They began to kiss and pet, their hands touring each other's bodies, and they moaned and murmured passionate little endearments.
God! Oh, Jesus! Clarisa wanted to get down there with them.
She watched Pam's deft and sensitive fingers caress Dick's lean rump, his hips, then dig down between their bodies to fondle his hairy nuts and stroke his long, rigid cock. She stripped the foreskin back off the head of the cock and tickled the huge, swollen knob.
He was grasping and kneading her plump thighs. Now he released a garter strap, then another. He began pushing the loose stocking down. He couldn't carry it very far without changing position, however, so he gave that up and slid his hand into her hot crotch where he petted the fleshy split of her pussy, pressing her thin panties into it. The moisture from Pam's cunt caused the nylon to stick there and saturated it completely, making it all but transparent. Dick began to slide downward along her body now, browsing over her hobbling titties, stroking them, plucking at the rigid nipples, licking this rough, erected flesh.
Clarisa's tits burned. God, how she wanted to get them out of her bra and blouse and roll them in her hands!
Dick kept moving downward along Pam's luscious form, licking and kissing her every inch of the way. When he encountered the top of her white garter belt, he tried to pull it down by hooking a finger over its rim, but he discovered he would have to unfasten the garment at the back. He gently but firmly rolled Pam over so that her pretty bottom was mounded in front of him, and he opened her garter belt. He also pulled her panties the rest of the way down, drawing them along her legs and taking them off.
She was delightfully disheveled now-her garter belt lying open, one stocking loose and hanging low on her leg, the other stocking still gartered to the slack belt. Her ass was beautifully bare. From her angle, Clarisa could see a wisp of black hair sticking out just below Pam's buttocks.
Now Dick placed his large hand across Pam's pert, springy buttocks. He rubbed those buttocks back and forth, up and down, and in rotation. He gave them a light, quick slap and chortled as they quivered all over. Then he pushed himself toward the foot of the bed and got his face down to her ass. Holding her buttocks tenderly at their outer sides, he began to lick and kiss them all over.
Clarisa thought she would melt away with delight at watching this. Fred had kissed her pussy a few times when he was very hot-but he'd never kissed her on the ass. But there was Dick, licking and slobbering over Pam's plump, pretty butt as if he were a dog. Now he got down to the tops of her thighs and licked them all over.
Pam squirmed gently against the bed, moaning and whimpering with delight.
Without even thinking of what she was doing, Clarisa ran her hand up underneath her skirt and touched her cunt through her sopped panties. Oh, God! She had never been so hot!
Dick now pulled Pam's buttocks apart and licked along the crack between them. Her ass bobbed as his hot tongue flickered and swabbed at her ass-hole. He bore in with a vengeance, and his tongue breached the first sphincter, actually sinking into her ass!
Clarisa pulled her panty crotch aside and petted her pussy directly. Two long, slender fingers went between the hot, clammy lips and pressed deeply into the channel of her cunt. They stroked her clitoris on the way out, then caught that throbbing little tip between them and rolled it as she thrilled to the shocking scene before her.
Now Dick was pulling Pam's stockings completely away. He pulled her garter belt out from under her and tossed it to the side of the bed. She sat up and pushed him down onto his back on the mattress. Aiming her split ass right at Clarisa, she straddled one of Dick's legs, and bent to the bristling majesty of his loins. She caught the knob of his swaying cock between her lips. She lowered her head farther until she had the cock-head fully between her jaws, and she began to chew on it as she jerked her head from side to side, as if she were a dog with a particularly tasty bone.
Clarisa leaped to her feet. She was nearly out of her mind with lust. She quickly tore her clothes off-her blouse sailing one way, her skirt another, her bra hooking over the back of a chair. She wore no stockings. With her white briefs still plastered to her crotch, she fell onto the bed beside Dick, moaning hungrily.
Pam raised her head from his pecker and grinned at Clarisa who writhed and rolled against him.
"Get her first, Dick," Pam said. "Get her first."
Pam backed away, and Dick, with a happy growl, rolled on top of Clarisa, pulling her panties down at the same time. He got them off her legs and slid warmly up between her spread thighs.
"Oooh, God!" she cried. "Give it to me quick!"
She got it nearly as soon as she had uttered the command. His wonderfully hard cock entered her cunt and slid up inside her, going deep ... deep ... all the way into her throbbing chasm.
She moaned ecstatically as she felt his pubic hair grind into hers, his heavy balls plopping against her crotch. He was just as deeply into her as a man could go-at least as deeply as Fred had ever gone-and he felt different from Fred. His body, atop her, was more wiry, and he had a pungent smell compounded of sweat, beer and tobacco. His cock was thinner than Fred's and bonier-feeling. But God, it was hard!
"Ooh, yessss!" moaned Clarisa in reply. "Give me everything!"
It was a high point of Clarisa's life. It changed her life. After six years of marriage-of knowing only her husband in a carnal way, without ever having known another man before-she finally was beneath a strange male, feeling his cock inside her, his balls bouncing against her, his belly bumping hers.
He was different in bed from Fred. He started right in very fast with her, rapidly pistoning his thin, steel-hard prick in and out. She loved that, because she had
Without even thinking of what she was doing, Clarisa ran her hand up underneath her skirt and touched her cunt through her sopped panties. Oh, God! She had never been so hot!
Dick now pulled Pam's buttocks apart and licked along the crack between them. Her ass bobbed as his hot tongue flickered and swabbed at her ass-hole. He bore in with a vengeance, and his tongue breached the first sphincter, actually sinking into her ass!
Clarisa pulled her panty crotch aside and petted her pussy directly. Two long, slender fingers went between the hot, clammy lips and pressed deeply into the channel of her cunt. They stroked her clitoris on the way out, then caught that throbbing little tip between them and rolled it as she thrilled to the shocking scene before her.
Now Dick was pulling Pam's stockings completely away. He pulled her garter belt out from under her and tossed it to the side of the bed. She sat up and pushed him down onto his back on the mattress. Aiming her split ass right at Clarisa, she straddled one of Dick's legs, and bent to the bristling majesty of his loins. She caught the knob of his swaying cock between her lips. She lowered her head farther until she had the cock-head fully between her jaws, and she began to chew on it as she jerked her head from side to side, as if she were a dog with a particularly tasty bone.
Clarisa leaped to her feet. She was nearly out of her mind with lust. She quickly tore her clothes off-her blouse sailing one way, her skirt another, her bra hooking over the back of a chair. She wore no stockings. With her white briefs still plastered to her crotch, she fell onto the bed beside Dick, moaning hungrily.
Pam raised her head from his pecker and grinned at Clarisa who writhed and rolled against him.
"Get her first, Dick," Pam said. "Get her first."
Pam backed away, and Dick, with a happy growl, rolled on top of Clarisa, pulling her panties down at the same time. He got them off her legs and slid warmly up between her spread thighs.
"Oooh, God!" she cried. "Give it to me quick!"
She got it nearly as soon as she had uttered the command. His wonderfully hard cock entered her cunt and slid up inside her, going deep ... deep ... all the way into her throbbing chasm.
She moaned ecstatically as she felt his pubic hair grind into hers, his heavy balls plopping against her crotch. He was just as deeply into her as a man could go-at least as deeply as Fred had ever gone-and he felt different from Fred. His body, atop her, was more wiry, and he had a pungent smell compounded of sweat, beer and tobacco. His cock was thinner than Fred's and bonier-feeling. But God, it was hard!
"Ooh, yessss!" moaned Clarisa in reply. "Give me everything!"
It was a high point of Clarisa's life. It changed her life. After six years of marriage-of knowing only her husband in a carnal way, without ever having known another man before-she finally was beneath a strange male, feeling his cock inside her, his balls bouncing against her, his belly bumping hers.
He was different in bed from Fred. He started right in very fast with her, rapidly pistoning his thin, steel-hard prick in and out. She loved that, because she had been almost ready to pop when she climbed onto the bed. Now he was going to finish her quickly ... thrillingly...
She slid down a little, so that his skinny, vigorous strokes were right on the button of her clitty, and then she let her hips bob with him. Her hot cunt reached for every penetrating thrust, completely enclosed it, let it go, and reached up again. She cried and writhed.
Her mind was a total blank. She didn't want to think. She didn't have to think. All she wanted to do was to feel, and what she was feeling was luscious! She ground her stiff-nippled titties against the curly, coarse hairs on his hard, lean chest. She moved wildly with him.
She gasped. She cried aloud. She screamed.
Then she had it-a magnificent explosion within her, which sent warmth spreading over her entire body like a bath of hot oil, her mind blissfully numb as pulsation after pulsation of purest joy throbbed through her being. She felt Dick's semen squirt deep into her cunt, again and again.
It felt, at that moment, as if she had never been screwed before and had never before climaxed with a man.
This was the greatest of them all!
Knowing that Clarisa was bound to suffer a reversal of feeling in a very few minutes if the euphoria was permitted to drain away, Pam snuggled down beside her and began to caress her intimately, fondling the wet, warm pocket which Dick had just slipped his cock out of.
"Stay with her!" she hissed at the man. "Pet her. Kiss her all over."
Clarisa was all but unconscious then. She felt as if she were gliding on some wondrous magic carpet, far above the world, completely weightless, being wafted by a smooth and gentle breeze.
Gradually she became aware of the fingers which were manipulating the sticky, wet lips of her pussy, tickling her clitoris and slowly, rhythmically invading her filled-to-overflowing cunt. She was aware of a warm sucking mouth fastened to one of her nipples and a thumb and forefinger working pincers-fashion against the other one, rolling and pulling at it.
"Noooh ... noooh..." she murmured. "I don't want ... any more..."
But she got some more, whether she wanted it or not. She got a lot more. And after a very little while, she found she did want it. Her excitement was once more on the rise.
Both Pam and Dick petted her at the same time-up and down her legs, along the split of her vagina, over her belly, across her tits-and they kissed, sucked and licked at her, also. She moaned and writhed back and forth on the mattress. Her entire body was rekindled into flame.
Pam's own desire was in urgent need of satisfaction, but she was willing to postpone that a little longer. Clarisa had to be carried to the point of complete exhaustion first, so that she wouldn't have the energy to berate herself (or Pam) for what had happened. Pam glanced at Dick's penis. It wasn't resurrected yet, though it was showing signs of getting ready to rise-it was fatter than it had been a couple of minutes ago.
"Sit up, honey," she purred to Clarisa, and the other woman obeyed.
"You lie down," she breathed at the man. She gave him a little shove, and he fell onto his back.
"Do him," Pam told Clarisa, "the way you watched me do a little while ago."
Clarisa's head was reeling; she was hot all over; she wanted him in her again. But to put her mouth on his prick...
"I can't," she moaned. "Oh, God, I can't do that."
"You have to," Pam said and moved her into position.
In the back of Clarisa's mind, there was an itching, illicit desire to try it, just to see what it would be like. But she dared not give in to the urge. To mouth a man's cock was filthy ... and it would taste bad ... and it would make her one of the lowest things in the world. Only a terribly cheap slut would do it.
Pam was trying to force her head down to Dick's loins as he watched in fascination. His cock fattened more and began to lift as Clarisa's face approached it.
She continued to say, "Nooh ... noh ... nooh..." but weakly, and she didn't resist very strongly Pam's pressure on her head and shoulders. Suddenly Clarisa's face was only a couple of inches from Dick's cock and balls. The wild scent of sweat, come, and pussy-juice drifted thickly into her nostrils, causing them to dilate. She gazed at the red, slimy head of Dick's cock.
"No!" she said. "No..."
But then her open mouth was on that cock, Pam giving it a final downward thrust, and Pam continued to hold her head and shoulders down, so that all
Clarisa could do was to move her lips against Dick's pecker, even as she protested.
A strange thing happened in Clarisa's psyche. Her attitude toward cock-mouthing did a complete about-face. She had inhaled the scent of Dick's used penis; she had tasted it with her lips and tongue; she had her mouth right against it now, and she was discovering that the sense impressions she derived weren't unpleasant. In fact, they were alluring.
Suddenly she gobbled up his come-coated, plushy glans, wrapping her mouth completely around it, and she began to suck wildly as she groaned deep in her throat.
"Ooh, Jeee-zuss, baby..." Dick bawled. His intense pleasure was mingled with apprehension. "Don't bite it off!"
He didn't have to worry about that. She didn't want to bite it. She only wanted to suck it, lick it, and love it until she went out of her giddy mind. It quickly grew to perfect stiffness, and the huge glans filled her mouth, but she kept sucking and running her tongue all over the tasty thing.
New moisture was running out of her pussy, washing Dick's first load of come down her thighs. Pam, behind her, gazed at that, and Pam was so hot that she got her face down between those satiny, slick thighs and began to lick the sliding, slippery goop all up.
Dick was rocking up and down on the bed, groaning and growling, bumping his prick against the roof of Clarisa's mouth and into the hollow of her throat. Finally he grasped her by the hair and pulled her head off him. She fell onto her side.
Pam raised her head, drunk with passion after swallowing the heady mix which had seeped from Clarisa's pussy. She wanted his prick in her. Nothing less than that would do ... and yet, what would happen to Clarisa?
Pam had the answer.
"Dick, you eat Clarisa out while you screw me."
"How in the heck can I do that?" he wondered aloud, as he sat up.
"Lie down on your back again," Pam directed. "Let Clarisa squat over your face, and I'll straddle your hips."
"Okay, babe!" Dick exclaimed. "The way I feel right now, I'd do most anything!"
He lay down. Clarisa was writhing on the bed with her eyes closed, rubbing her own pussy and breasts. Pam's instructions to the man hadn't gotten through to her.
Now Pam gripped her by the shoulders and shook them. "Come on, hon. Dick's gonna eat you good. Get up and straddle his head, hm?"
"Ooooooh, I want him in me!" she wailed. "Dick, please get in me!"
"You had that once," Pam argued. "This will be different, even better. Come on ... get up and climb onto his head."
Slowly, with Pam's help, Clarisa obeyed. Dick gazed up, wide-eyed, as Pam guided Clarisa's leg over him and pulled her forward until her hairy, wet cunt was poised just above his mouth. He stared up at it and inhaled its strong fragrance. He watched the split grow wider and wider. It was red and slick, with little gobs of semen hanging to its inner membranes. The mouth of her channel was nearly round with excitement and was visibly palpitating. A thick drop of come slid out of it and splatted against his chin. He gripped her hips and pulled her juicy twat down against his face. Groaning, he wiggled her hips to settle her flesh pudding more fully over his mouth. His lips worked to achieve a suction, and his tongue shot up into her passion hole.
Clarisa shrieked joyously and began to writhe and bounce atop his face, but he managed to restrict her motions sufficiently with his hands on her hips so that he could keep his mouth where he wanted it. Her hair swung as she tossed her head. Her titties leaped and bobbed and quivered. She rode Dick's head like a kid on a hobby horse.
Pam mounted his lower body and, holding his cock straight up, let her cunt down on it. The rigid pecker opened her slit, entered smoothly, and filled her slick vaginal channel with well over seven inches of horny manhood. Pam screwed herself up and down on his cock-slowly, smoothly, feeling every inch of that glorious rock-hardness in her pussy and against her clit. At first, Dick didn't move. He was concentrating on the excitement of Clarisa's cunt, which was grinding and smearing its flavorful wetness all over his face. He gulped rapidly, swallowing all the honey, and his tongue drove her wild with its incessant stroking in and out of her channel.
Finally, however, Pam's cunty presence around his cock-sliding up and down, up and down-vied for its share of his attention, and he began to bump up into her as his tongue continued to flutter in Clarisa's cunt. With Clarisa grinding and bouncing merrily against his face, and Pam posted on his prick, he was as deeply immersed in the joys of sex as a man could be.
The cot creaked and groaned beneath the weight of the three lovers. Its metal legs chattered against the plain wooden floor. Miraculously it held up, even when the tempestuous gyrations of the women became intense, and Dick flopped up and down beneath them.
Clarisa shrieked at the finish and collapsed fully against his face. For a moment he couldn't breathe. But he managed to twist his head and get his nose in the clear, and he continued to pound his prick upward into Pam's bouncing pussy until he felt her tighten and clutch at his cock with her cunt muscles. That was when he let go, geysering into her convulsing depths.
The three erstwhile lovers collapsed in a shapeless heap, and they couldn't have cared less about anything for the moment. The shack could have caught fire and none of them would have noticed.
CHAPTER VIII
"PAM ... OH, GOD ... PAM!"
"Will you quit moaning, for heaven's sake, and help me get you undressed? You're going to have to take that shower before Fred gets home. You're so smeared with come and saliva, he'll be able to tell right away what you've been up to."
"Don't even talk about it," Clarisa said. "I can't bear to think of what I did to Fred."
"Did to Fred? Are you crazy? You didn't hurt him at all."
"Yes I did. I broke our marriage vows. I whored around with a man, and with you, too, and ... oh, Pam, I wish I could die!"
Pam could tell that Clarisa didn't really feel that way, though consciously Clarisa may have thought she did. She was trying to salve her conscience, which was giving her fits for having one of the best times of her life.
As for Fred finding out about it, Pam wanted that to happen. But she wanted it to happen in the right way, at the right time-not now when Clarisa was upset, and when she (Pam) was in no condition to take advantage of Fred's awareness.
"Admit you enjoyed it," Pam said roughly, "and, for God's sake, get yourself under control so you won't blab everything to friend husband when he gets home."
"Ooh, yes ... yes..." Clarisa agreed.
They got her dress off. She wasn't wearing a bra. She had stuffed it into her purse, rather than put it on, at Dick's place. Wearing her white panties, Clarisa scurried into the bathroom, and Pam breathed a deep sigh of relief. She moved to a mirror, opened her purse, and proceeded to make repairs to her own hairdo and make-up.
By the time Fred arrived home that night, Pam was seated on the living room sofa, quietly reading a magazine, and Clarisa, with her hair down and a robe wrapped about her, was working on her fingernails. Fred had no inkling that anything untoward had taken place. If he had studied Clarisa closely, he might have noticed that she was nervous and didn't look at him directly, even when she spoke to him, but he didn't pay that much attention to her. As usual, Pam dominated his thoughts.
When he and Clarisa went to bed later, he didn't initiate any sex play, a fact for which she was profoundly grateful. He fell right to sleep.
After fretting silently for awhile about what a terrible wife she had become (and also how intensely she had enjoyed the three-way lovemaking in Dick's cabin), Clarisa followed him in sleep. However, she didn't dream that night. She had no need for the escapism which dreaming afforded, after the wildly enjoyable evening she'd spent.
The morning passed normally. Clarisa had brought herself under effective control by this time, though inside she was unsure about everything-her own worthiness, her feelings and desires, and the state of her marriage. Pam perceived her problem, and she felt she knew how to capitalize on it.
"What you feel is only natural," she told Clarisa after Fred had gone to work. "Brought up under the Puritan ethic, as we are, it's natural for us to feel guilty after we've enjoyed ourselves. We have to apply logic to our feelings and ask ourselves if we have anything really to feel guilty about. In other words, have we really harmed anyone? If the answer is no, why should we feel guilty?"
"But I have harmed someone," Clarisa insisted. "I'm not exclusively Fred's woman any more."
"Sure you are, as a wife. What you did last night didn't involve your feelings, just your flesh."
"Oh, that's easy enough to say, but you're only playing with words."
"All right, let's see if I am. How do you feel toward Dick-do you love him?"
"God, no!"
"Would you consider leaving Fred for him."
"Of course not."
Pam spread her hands. "There you are. Your feelings-your real loyalty to Fred-weren't involved. You were just having fun. It mattered no more than a game of tennis."
"But it was with my body!"
"So? Your body!s involved when you eat or drink, too, and when you go to the can. There's nothing holy about bodily functions. We live in our minds, don't we? We are what'we think and feel. If you regard what happened last night in the proper way, it can enhance your respect for yourself and build up the security of your marriage."
"Pam, you could make two plus two come out five," Clarisa said, shaking her head.
"No. I'm making sense. Listen ... last night proved that you're a very attractive woman. You had Dick high as a kite. And you proved to be a very passionate person, too. There's every reason why you should have complete confidence when you go to bed with your husband, and you ought to be proud of yourself in all respects."
"Well, I'm not!"
"Then the only cure is to repeat last night. After you've stepped out several times, it'll lose its power to upset you. You'll see it in its correct perspective. You'll realize that you haven't hurt Fred or yourself. You've just added some fun and ego-satisfaction to your life, that's all."
"As I said ... you make two and two add up to five."
"If that's how it seems to you, there's all the more reason why you should step out again." Pam paused, then added, "like tonight."
"Ooh, no!"
"You prefer to feel the way you do right now, eaten up by foolish guilt? If you let things stand as they are, you'll find yourself blabbing the whole story to Fred one of these days, and that'll get both of us into trouble. It might even destroy your marriage. If that happened, it wouldn't be because of the event itself, but because you felt guilty about it. False notions of guilt are responsible for more pain and suffering in this world than the alleged sins which give rise to them."
"I couldn't go out again tonight," Clarisa said and turned away. "I just couldn't."
"Nonsense," Pam said, sensing that she was making progress. "You could and will! I'll phone Dick at the sawmill and get him to invite another guy over to his place tonight. We'll have a real party and swap back and forth."
"Pam! I couldn't do that! Anyway, Fred would be sure to find out."
"That's where you're wrong again, and take it from a gal who knows. Men don't talk about the married women they screw, because they don't want an irate husband to come gunning for them. When a wife's outside adventures are found out, it's usually because she tells her husband herself. That's guilt at work. See the harm it can do?"
"I won't tell Fred," Clarisa insisted. "I just want to forget about it."
"You can't forget about it. Any psychologist will tell you that. You have to deal with this event in your life, one way or another. You have to put it to rest. You can do that either by coming to see that it wasn't a sin, or by embracing the idea that it was and begging your husband's forgiveness. But his pride is involved the moment you tell him. If he never finds out, he isn't hurt. Tell him, and that's when the hurt occurs."
Clarisa looked at her friend helplessly.
"Let's have some more fun tonight," Pam smiled.
"You want to. You know that. Just let yourself go. Afterward you'll feel less guilty than you do right now."
It made a sick kind of sense, Clarisa had to admit. If Pam hadn't been with her last night and watched the way she'd behaved, Clarisa might have contended that she hadn't had fun with Dick. But she could never sell that idea to Pam ... or to herself, either. As Pam had said, if she hadn't enjoyed herself so much, there wouldn't have been such a problem. Clarisa knew she was going to go again. She was looking forward to it already.
"Oh, baby! Ride it! Goddamn!"
Those raucous cries arose from the throat of a blonde, chunky fellow by the name of Sam Becker. He lay on his back on the cot in Dick's cabin. Seated astride his loins, with her thighs fully spread and her cunt wide open, was Pam. sticking up into her cunt was Sam's thick, stubby cock, and she was grinding around it and bobbing up and down.
Clarisa and Dick stood nearby and watched. His arm was loosely around her, and he had carried her hand to the bulge at the front of his jeans. She was caressing his cock through the coarse fabric.
Her eyes were slightly glazed as she stared at the scene on the bed. She felt as if she was only half-present in the room, but this half of her was deeply involved. The other part of her psyche was by choice dormant. When she'd come with Pam to this place tonight, she had willed it so.
"Damn, what a wild, twisty cunt!" Sam cried as Pam seemed to move atop him every way at once.
"Let's you and I make it on a chair," Dick said at Clarisa's ear, and he tweaked the tip of her tit.
"All right," she breathed. God, she wanted to make it any and every way she could, right now!
He quickly pushed down his jeans and briefs, letting his long pecker leap out. He skinned the hood back from its head, and that fist-like knob gleamed moist and rosy.
Clarisa was overcome by a sudden impulse, and she dropped to her knees on the bare floor in front of him. She grasped his prick and directed the plump head into her mouth.
Dick watched Pam screw his friend, and he moved his hips in a similar rotating fashion (though slower and with much tighter control) as Clarisa sucked on the head of his pecker.
Sam didn't see what was happening just a few feet from the bed. All his attention was hotly centered in the swirling inferno of Pam's cunt as it moved on his shaft, grinding this way and that, rising and falling.
"Okay, baby," Dick growled at last, for he had taken about all the cocksucking from Clarisa that he could stand. He wanted to finish in her pussy, not in her mouth.
He hauled her to her feet. Her eyes were more glazed than ever, and her lips were lusciously loose and moist.
Dick pulled her against him and clamped his mouth onto hers, sucking the moisture from her lips, then lapping deeply into her mouth with his tongue. He could do anything with her that he wanted. He had never seen a married woman who was so hot to screw around.
He backed up to a chair without arms and sat on it, pulling Clarisa down astride his knees. He pushed her skirt and slip up, sliding his hands up the outsides of her naked thighs until he had hold of her hips through her silken pink panties. He wiggled her hips and rubbed them, as she gazed down at his cock. Both her hands came around it, and she began to squeeze and rub it up and down, sliding the foreskin against the sensitive coronal ridge.
"Ooh, I love your cock!" she breathed.
"Well, that's great, baby, 'cause it sure loves you!"
"Get it in me," she begged. "Please get it in me now."
"We're gotta do somethin' about your pants first," he said.
"Rip them off!"
He slid his hands to her waist, underneath her rumpled skirt and slip. He hooked his index fingers over the elastic band at the top of her panties. He gave it a couple of experimental tugs.
"I ain't sure I can tear it," he said. "Anyway, you don't wanta get your pretty pants all ripped up."
"I don't give a damn!" she exclaimed and pumped his cock harder. "Just get them off!"
Dick preferred to play with her for awhile. Anyway, from where he was seated, he had an excellent view of Sam and Pam, who now had rolled onto their sides and were pumping away in that position. Her ass was toward Dick, and she had one leg up in the air, flexing it, as Sam held her butt cheeks and pumped his cock in and out of her quim. Dick could see that thick, rigid column sliding in and out between the rosy, moist petals of Pam's cunt ... and he could see her ass-hole and all the lovely black hair which was scattered along her crotch. Each time Sam's cock sank into her cunt, it pulled the uneven edges of her slick little pussy-lips in with it; as the shaft slid out, the little petals came into view again, wetter and redder than before. Fluid oozed out of Pam's cunt.
"Ooh, come on!" Clarisa demanded, writhing. "Get your cock in me!"
Working out of sight, underneath the folds of her skirt and slip, Dick slid the top of her nylon panties down a little and got his hands inside the clingy garment. One hand fanned over the rounded, soft bowl of her belly, while the other teased the tops of her firm, spread buttocks and the beginning of the crack between.
She began to writhe some more, then pressed her feet against the floor, which elevated her ass from his knees. He quickly whipped her panties down around the curve of her rump. The elastic bands and stretchy fabric were drawn out to the maximum now, because of her spread-legged condition. The shiny pink garment obscured his view of Clarisa's hairy cunt
"Ooh, damn you!" she cried, and got her hands down to try and pull her panties along.
He laughed and playfully attempted to hold the briefs where they were-at half-mast, so to speak-while she tried her best to pull them down. After a few moments of struggling, he let her win.
Down came the panties.
There was her twat.
Aaah ... beautiful!
He got his fingers into it as she, working above his arms, attempted to push her panties past her knees.
But this, of course, was impossible, with her legs still straddling his thighs.
On the bed, Sam had rolled atop his raven-haired lover and was pumping his passionate prick deeply in and out of her pussy. Pam's loins were rising and falling with his thrusts.
Now Dick, his fingertips toying with the slick folds of Clarisa's cunt, became anxious to know the deep-thrusting thrills which Sam was deriving from the other girl.
He said, "Lift your legs, honey, and pull your pants off. I'll hold you." He gripped her slim waist, underneath her clothes.
She leaned back and swung her legs up in front of him. As she pulled her panties off, he gazed at her oozing, hair-lined split. She brought her legs down, and the split opened temptingly.
The temptation of an open cunt, right in front of him, was one which hardly any man could resist, and Dick was not among the minority who could.
He dug his hands underneath Clarisa's fleshy buttocks, gripped them hard so that his fingers sank into the pliant mounds, and guided her as she pushed herself up on her legs. She tilted the tip of his prick to the open channel of her vagina. It entered, and she let herself down around it, taking Dick seven inches into her hot, slick crevice.
"Oooh, shit!" he cried in great pleasure.
Clarisa's hair fell down at both sides of her face, and she went to work with a vengeance, grinding and bouncing. Dick gripped the rounded mounds of her tits and tried to roll them, but her bra was too constrictive.
He hooked two fingers around the neckline of her blouse and ripped down, popping her buttons as the blouse opened up. He laughed. She wiggled and posted on his prick all the harder.
Dick slid his hands inside her blouse and to her back, where he wrenched open the hooks of her brassiere. Now he drew his hands forward, into the slack bra cups, and gripped her smooth, full titties. He squeezed them vigorously and pinched the nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
"Ooooh!" she cried. "That hurts! Ooh, God!" And she screwed him all the harder.
By now Sam was drilling Pam's bobbing pussy with everything he had. Suddenly she tightened, let out a squeal, and had her climax. He jerked and drove his cock deeply into her, holding it there while shudder after shudder passed through him, and he jetted his hot sauce into her body.
Dick whipped Clarisa's loose bra up around her neck and concentrated on rolling, tossing, squeezing and bouncing her breasts while she worked his prick over. She did it very well, working on his up-thrust cock better than she had ever worked on a man before. Pam and Sam sat up on the bed and watched her lush, split ass bouncing atop Dick's bristling lap. Each time Clarisa rose, they could see his bunched balls and the base of his sturdy pecker, with cunt-juice drooling down it.
"That's the way, baby!" Sam yelled.
"Get it, honey!" Pam chimed in.
It took quite a while for Clarisa to reach her climax in this fashion, and it was a sweetly excruciating experience, for she remained for long minutes within what seemed like touching-distance of the prize, but like a carousel rider reaching for the brass ring, she couldn't seem to grasp it.
She panted and whimpered. Finally her voice rose in a piercing keen, and she fell forward against Dick's shoulder, grinding her clitoris hard against the bony stiffness of his shaft.
That did the job.
She came, bumping wildly. Dick let go, squirting his joy juice into her.
The four switched partners for the second romp, Clarisa going to Sam on the bed, and Dick drawing Pam down onto a blanket which he had spread on the floor.
Sam was only Clarisa's third sex partner in her entire lifetime, and she approached with eager interest the prospect of taking his turgid prick into her already-saturated cunt.
Pam had spoken the truth in predicting fewer objections from Clarisa with each new sex adventure.
As for Sam, he always was eager to hump a new woman. He displayed this eagerness as he pulled Clarisa into his arms and rolled with her into a comfortable position on the mattress. His hand went immediately up between her thighs, to finger her juicy cunt, while his lips caught hers and his tongue sank, squirming, into her hot mouth.
She moaned and rubbed her tongue against his, as his fingertips found her clitty and stimulated it, then slipped into her cunt-hole. Her hand caught his cock and began to fondle it. It was smaller than Dick's and had no foreskin. What there was of it was thicker, however. Clarisa discovered that difference as soon as it began to get hard. She caressed his cock and heavy, loose balls. Those balls tightened up as his prick stiffened.
He got his face down onto her tits and began to lick at them, swabbing his tongue back and forth across her nipples, circling the nubbins, then pulling each of them, in turn, into his mouth for a long, deep suck. His fingers kept stroking in and out of her twat at the same time.
She was ready.
"Get that prick into me..." she breathed.
Sam rolled on top of her and let his stubby whang find its own way into her swamp-like snatch. Though she was quite open and wet, Sam's added thickness produced a good fit. As he stroked it in and out, the shaft rubbed her clit delightfully.
On the floor, Pam had mounted Dick, facing his feet. With her ass aimed at his face, he had a delightful view of his rigid prick sliding into her velvet, black-haired cunt. Those pink little lips parted to receive it and were dragged inward as the prick sank deeply into her belly. When she lifted her loins, and the prick slid nearly all the way out, the cunt-lips dragged outward. Looking backward, along her belly, Pam was also able to watch the rhythmic merging of prick and pussy.
Clarisa closed her eyes and gave herself over entirely to the sensation of touch as Sam's thick, hard cock stroked in and out of her vagina. She felt his balls bump her each time he powered in, and she had the sensation of nearly losing him each time he withdrew. She let her hips move in lazy rotations as he stroked.
Ooh, it was good!
Every lay was good!
Every man ... every cock ... had wonderful thrills to offer!
Pam had been right, every step of the way.
CHAPTER IX
SAM DIDN'T LIVE AT PINE CENTER. HE was a transient who had decided to hang around for a few weeks and had picked up a temporary, menial job at the sawmill.
He was ready to pull up stakes and head for another town, so there seemed no reason why he should resist the urge to brag to the boys in Fred's tavern that he had laid the tavern-keeper's wife.
He dropped the bomb as he sat with three other guys at a table, and, the moment he said it, all heads turned Fred's way. Fred noticed this and wondered about it. But he was busy and dismissed the matter from his mind after a few moments.
Later in the evening, however, one of the men who had been at Sam's table drew Fred aside.
"There's something I figure you oughta know," the man said. "I mean, if I was in your shoes I'd want somebody to tell me."
"What is it, Lew?" Fred asked the middle-aged local resident.
"It's about ... your wife."
Fred gripped his arm. "What are you talking about?"
"Sam Becker-he was in here a while ago. He was bragging he had laid Clarisa."
Fred's eyes drilled into those of the other man.
"I'm just passin' it on, Fred ... like I'd want somebody to do for me."
Fred let go of Lew's arm. He said, "The bastard is lying. Clarisa's never looked at another man. Wait until that Becker comes in here next time-I'll flatten him."
"He sounded like he was tellin' the truth," Lew said gently. "He said he was up at Dick Sparks' shack, and your wife and a friend of hers came over. The guys took turns with both women, Sam said."
"He's nuts!"
"Maybe. But he seemed mighty proud of himself."
Lew took his leave, and Fred stood there, stunned. He wasn't half as sure of the falseness of Sam's story as he had sounded. Pam was an evil influence. It was possible that she had persuaded Clarisa to take part in an orgy with her. He didn't want to believe it, but, knowing Pam as he did, it might have happened.
He turned to his assistant, told him to take over for the rest of the night, and quickly took off his apron.
When he arrived at the cottage, Clarisa and Pam were seated in the living room, looking at television. After two wild nights in a row, they were both happy to remain at home this evening.
Fred walked into the room and looked at them.
"Well!" said Pam, glancing up. "He's home early."
Clarisa didn't say anything. She knew her husband well enough to realize that something was wrong. And she didn't have to wonder long about what it was. Her face immediately revealed her guilt, and this was all the confirmation Fred needed.
His anger didn't explode against Clarisa, though he was deeply hurt by the knowledge of what she had done. Someone else was basically to blame.
Ever since Pam had arrived at Pine Center-and even before that-he had yearned to screw her. But he had restrained the lustful urge because he had wanted to protect the sanctity of his marriage. Well, now that sanctity was shattered by the very person he had longed to take to bed ... and he had nothing to show for it. He'd been made the butt of the whole affair.
He turned to Pam and reached down and grasped her, yanking her out of her chair.
"Fred ... noooh!" she cried. "Don't!"
But it was too late. He swung his arm viciously, striking her across the cheek with all his might. Her legs buckled, and she collapsed on the carpeted floor. Clarisa leaped to her feet, screaming. Fred dropped to the floor beside Pam and proceeded to slap her face one way and the other, snapping her head from side to side. She shrieked.
"You dirty bitch!" he grated. "Filthy, dirty, whoring slut!"
"Noooh, Fred ... no ... oh, God!" Clarisa cried, and attempted to pull him away from Pam, but it was no use. He easily pushed her aside and continued to concentrate his attention on the other woman.
Pam lay on her back, crying and clutching her face. She gazed up at him, terror-stricken. He looked angry enough to commit murder.
What he did, however, was altogether different.
It had come to him, in the last few seconds, that the only fitting punishment for both Pam and Clarisa would be for him to screw Pam in Clarisa's presence. He would make her sit and watch it, and he would screw Pam in a way that would give her no pleasure but would satisfy only himself.
It would've been clear to anyone able to read his thoughts that punishment of Pam and Clarisa wasn't the only purpose of the treatment. Carnal satisfaction, for himself, was by no means an incidental factor. But Fred wouldn't consciously admit this.
"Now, bitch," he announced to Pam, "you're going to get what you've been wanting. But you aren't going to like it. I'm going to screw the living shit out of you, and Clarisa's going to watch!"
"Noooh!" Clarisa cried.
He reached out swiftly, grasped her by the arm, and swung her into a lounge chair. "Don't get up," he warned, "or I'll tie you to the damned chair."
Pam had mixed feelings about what was going to happen. The idea of Fred screwing her in front of Clarisa was a kick, but she hadn't wanted their first lay, after all these years, to happen this way. And he was so angry, she was afraid he would show her no consideration.
How right she was!
Fred grasped the top of the stretch pants and gave them a vicious yank, breaking the waistband and splitting them down one side. He continued to pull and tear them, drawing Pam's legs up into the air and finally getting the tight pants off. She wore snug, white briefs underneath. Now he grasped the top of her outfit with both hands and pulled so fiercely that it, also, split. It opened down her front. He didn't bother to remove this garment, but diverted his attention to her bra. Hooking two fingers around the elasticized portion between the cups, he yanked. Pam howled with pain as the back-strap of the bra bit into her tender flesh. But the pressure lasted for only a moment. The front of the bra ripped in two, and the cups flipped away from her hobbling tits. Now he had only to pull off her underpants, and she would be, to all intents, naked.
Clarisa gazed at the wild scene, hardly believing this was her husband behaving in this fashion. But she had given him cause. She had to admit that.
Damn Pam! She had assured Clarisa that the story of their sex parties wouldn't get out. Obviously it had, and quickly.
Now Fred pulled Pam's panties off. Lust tightened its grip upon him as he got a glimpse of her dark-haired cunt. This was what he had wanted for so long. He spread her legs wide arid clawed his pants open, while he gazed at the rosy gash which bisected Pam's pubic garden. The inner lips weren't tense yet, nor wet. It was going to be a dry hump to start with, and it might even hurt her. But she had that coming-that and more!
As he swung his immense, stiff cock out, Pam gazed at it wide-eyed. That was what she had wanted, but not just this way. And not so fast!
He tilted his prick down to her slit, found the little orifice with the tip of his rod, and threw his hips forward in a mighty thrust. The huge weapon breached her tender portal and forced its way deeply into her unready cunt, pulling the delicate membranes and hurting her.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Don't! Fred! Ooh, Jesus!"
He merely growled, drew his prick most of the way out, and slammed it viciously into her again, going deeper than before. She screamed in pain. He pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust, never hesitating a moment or conserving an iota of his brutal bulk. He gave her all the meat he had, as forcefully and rapidly as he could pound into her. She sobbed and writhed, for once in her life trying to avoid the thrusts of a prick instead of trying to absorb more and more. But her wriggling motions were to no avail, for the hard floor was at her back, and she couldn't get away. Not daring to strike at Fred for fear he would hurt her even more, she took all he had to give.
Even when he shifted his weight to one arm so that he could slap his other hand back and forth across her hobbling titties, he didn't slow up between her thighs. She'd moistened a little by now, but her membranes had been rubbed nearly raw, and every stroke of his huge, thick pecker gave her pain.
Clarisa watched the vicious screwing in trembling awe, both fascinated and repelled. She feared she might be next on Fred's list, but, if so, she would have an advantage over Pam, for she already was moist, and her vaginal lips were congested with blood; they were even now flaring, opening like the petals of a dewy rose.
He had no intention of screwing her, however. He wanted only to finish with Pam, then order the filthy slut out of his house. As for Clarisa, perhaps he could forgive her in time.
His vigorous, non-stop pounding into Pam's tortured cunt brought satisfaction quickly. He drove his penis deep and let the ejaculation come. He jerked and jetted his semen into her.
Pam was moaning. She stopped, however, when he pulled his peter out. Though she hadn't reached orgasm, she was grateful that the humping had ended. She rolled onto her side on the carpet, forcing her thighs together, and drew her knees up, wondering how long it would take for the burning to go away.
Fred got up, stuffed his penis back into his pants, and zipped his fly closed.
Clarisa gazed at him as if she were looking at a stranger who'd committed a shocking act.
"Go to bed," he said softly but with firmness.
She hesitated for only a moment, then got up and walked quickly into the hall. Her panties were damp, and moisture had trickled down between her thighs, making them sticky as they rubbed together.
He turned back to Pam, who was still lying on her side, her legs pressed snugly against each other.
"I want you out of this house first thing in the morning," he declared.
She didn't move for a moment, then rolled slowly onto her back and looked up at him. She let her legs part, revealing her rosy, wet cunt and the black curls which fringed it, now plastered against her skin.
"Haven't you had enough?" he grated as he glared down at her.
"No." Her eyes held his in a sober, unmoving gaze. "I haven't had nearly enough-of you or what you've started by this. I hope you enjoyed yourself this time; my fun's gong to come from now on."
"There isn't going to be any 'from now on.' You're leaving."
"No."
"Goddamn you!" He reached and grasped her by the arms, pulling her to her feet.
She pressed herself against him. "You haven't had enough of me. You know you haven't. From now on, anything goes. We've all revealed what we really are and what we want. We're going to make this dull place swing!"
He had an urge to tell her she was crazy and kick her out on her ass. But there was something in what she'd just said.
Things had changed. What Clarisa had done, under Pam's influence, had changed them, and the change had just now been confirmed by his treatment of Pam in Clarisa's presence.
He couldn't undo what had been done. The reality that existed now had to be dealt with. Gripping Pam by the arms, he pushed her away from him. Her eyes were confident and strong as they looked into his.
Reversing his earlier pronouncements, he said, "Get into my bedroom. You're going to sleep with Clarisa and me tonight."
CHAPTER X
CLARISA'S FIRST AND WIFE-LIKE REACTION was to protest. But she'd been brought face to face with her own true nature during the last few days. There was no more deluding herself. The last few days had been tempestuous, but they had given her more pleasure than she'd had in a year of living her former quiet life with Fred. Now here was a new adventure, promising new delights. She wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to enjoy them. The concept of shame was set aside. Fred had behaved as sinfully as she had-and in her presence, too. Now he was the one who was proposing this new thing. So why should she feel guilty?
Clarisa moved over to the edge of the bed, Fred climbed in next to her, and Pam lay down at his other side.
Though Pam's vagina still ached, she was determined to give Fred such pleasure tonight that he wouldn't ever want to throw her out, as he had attempted to do a little while ago. She would be the one to decide when to call it quits. In the meantime, there was a lot of fun they could have together.
Clarisa responded to the challenge of the other woman's presence by wishing to prove herself at least the equal of Pam in a bedroom showdown.
Fred had never been the recipient of so much affectionate attention in his life. He took a rather sardonic attitude toward the whole thing, but his physical enjoyment became obvious as soon as the two women began to caress him: his cock saluted.
Pam pressed against him at one side and Clarisa at the other. Since Clarisa had gone to bed first, and alone, she was wearing a nightgown. Pam and Fred were bare.
Pam's nudity, beneath the covers, gave her an advantage at first in the contest for Fred's attentions. Her bare titties, nuzzling his arm, demanded a caress. And her hairy pubic mound, pressing his hip, told him where to go for satisfaction. To solidify her advantage, Pam was the first to wrap her hand around his pecker and to stroke it to greater hardness. It quickly became as stiff as iron.
When Clarisa saw her husband turning toward Pam, she resolved to do something about it. She quickly slipped the top of her nightie down around her waist and pressed her breasts against Fred's back. Her hand slid over his hard rump and worked its way between the tops of his thighs to cup and caress his testicles.
Pam was pulling on his peter. "Come on ... get on top of me," she breathed.
But he didn't want to do that yet. He first wanted to exploit his highly favorable position to the full with both women.
Even as he twisted his head and bent to lick at the tips of Pam's tempting titties, he was acutely aware of Clarisa's tits poking him in the back. Pam's mounds were perhaps a little firmer, but Clarisa's nipples were very large and capable of much greater extension. As to size and general shape, both sets of boobs were very much the same-large and well-rounded.
He rolled onto his back once more and worked an arm under the back of each woman. He pulled them both against him and scooted down so that his head was sandwiched between their thrusting, soft chests. He turned one way, then the other, nipping first at one of Pam's nipples, then at one of Clarisa's. The women held their breasts and manipulated them, rubbing the nipples in and out of his mouth, sinking them deep.
Now each woman had a hand on his cock. For a time they fought each other for control, like two children with a baseball bat. But it soon became evident that they could both hold his erect rod at once, and this was what they settled for-Clarisa gripping the base of the shaft with her forefinger and thumb, while her other fingers curled down around his nut sack, and Pam gripping the head of his cock, which she had denuded of foreskin.
His hands went to the girls' hairy twats. A middle finger sank into each juicy cunt. He rubbed his fingers in and out, stroking the erect little clitties which nestled at the tops of the fleshy grooves.
After a little bit of this, Clarisa's excitement reached a point where she couldn't contain it any longer, and she tried to roll atop Fred. But he held her off.
"Not yet, baby," he murmured. "But, darling, I want it," she breathed. "I want this big cock inside me." She gave its base a squeeze. "I want it," Pam insisted.
"Girls, I only have one," he reminded them. "But I'll try to give it to each of you ... in turn."
"I want it first," Clarisa said.
He took his mouth from Pam's breast and turned to lick at one of Clarisa's. "How badly do you want it?" he blubbered against the titty flesh.
"Ooh, very badly," she sighed, rolling her booby against his mouth.
"Show me," he said.
"I don't know what you mean."
"He wants you to suck his cock, baby," Pam explained. "You've probably never done that for him, have you?"
"N-no, I haven't."
"Do it now," Fred said simply and began pushing her down.
Pam didn't interfere. In fact, she enjoyed this part of the situation, even though Clarisa was getting the attention.
Clarisa rather enjoyed it herself. She had acquired quite a taste for cocksucking while she played around with Dick and Sam. Now she wanted to do this for her husband-to prove to him her proficiency at the art.
She slid downward, along his body, and swung his husky prick away from Pam. The covers became rumpled around Fred's legs, and he kicked them off. Pam sat up and watched as Clarisa bent eagerly to Fred's bristling male power. Her soft, moist mouth slid over the pinnacle of his cock, then down to enclose the entire swollen knob. She thought of the fact that he'd had Pam just a short time before and realized she was tasting Pam's pussy-juice along with Fred's come. This gave her an added burst of excitement. She sucked his cock energetically, bobbing her head and sliding her soft lips against the ridge of the corona. Every once in awhile, she would stop this and let the cockhead pop out, red and gleaming with her saliva. Then she would lick it all over, after which she would take it fully into her mouth again.
Fred growled and played with Pam's titties as Clarisa gave him this marvelous blow job.
It was funny-he'd never asked her to do it before. Perhaps if he'd asked, she would have. Probably not, though. The Clarisa of tonight was not the Clarisa of yesterday, any more than he himself was the same person he'd been as late as this morning. Pam had certainly turned his and Clarisa's marriage upside down.
Clarisa kept on licking and sucking at his throbbing pecker until he grasped her by the hair and lifted her none-too-gently off the huge raspberry lollipop. It swayed away, and she looked at him pleadingly.
"Screw me now, darling," she requested. "Please."
"Get on," he said and gripped his cock around its base, holding it straight up.
She eagerly clambered aboard him.
"What about meeee?" Pam protested.
"Your turn's next."
"But maybe you won't last."
"I'll try," he promised.
Clarisa's lubricated cunt came down around his upstanding cock and sank all the way to its base, her pubic hair merging with his. She sat straight up.
"Ooooh, dar-ling!" she exclaimed and started to grind, her tits swinging and bobbing.
Fred reached up and grasped those quivering beauties, squeezing them and thumbing the very tall nipples, bending them this way and that.
Clarisa rotated her pussy and slid it up and down on his shaft. The snug and slippery motions were voluptuous in the extreme. Fred closed his eyes, squeezed his wife's tits, and let her do all the work, which was as good a way to treat a woman as any he'd ever heard of.
Pam just watched and grew hotter and hotter.
Clarisa tossed her head and wiggled her shoulders as she bobbed up and down on her knees, her lovely thighs tense and spread wide astride her husband. He opened his eyes for a moment and watched his shaft being alternately swallowed up by her hot pussy, partially relinquished, and swallowed up again. Each time the shaft reappeared, it was slicker with the juice which was flooding her cunt.
Pam watched the rhythmically sliding linkage of penis in vagina and finally reached a state which prevented her from playing the role of casual bystander any longer. She grasped Clarisa aggressively by the shoulders and swung her off Fed.
"Hey...! " Clarisa cried. "Damn it, he's mine!"
"He's ours, honey," Pam replied happily, "and it's my turn to have his best part."
The two women struggled above him, their tits rubbing and bobbing together. But Pam got the better of it, and she succeeded in extending a leg across his recumbent form.
Her dripping cunt came down over his rod, sheathing it completely. She remained in a sitting position and began excitedly bobbing up and down.
Clarisa crawled around so that she could kiss Fred. As their mouths merged and their tongues rubbed wetly, he squeezed one of her breasts. With his other hand, he squeezed one of Pam's.
"Get your hand into my cunt," Clarisa gasped as she tore her mouth from his.
He complied, finding the snatch like saturated velvet. Two of his fingers slid easily into the channel of the cunt. He stroked them in and out, rubbing her clit intensely.
Clarisa writhed.
"Oooh, I need more!" she exclaimed. "I need your prick!"
She got up on her knees and tried to push Pam off him, but this was to no avail. Pam just ground down hard on his pelvis and, as his cock quivered deeply within her, she wrestled Clarisa away.
Clarisa had another remedy available to her, however. She tossed a leg over Fred's neck and lunged forward, bringing her sopping pussy down against his mouth. With a blubbering moan, he clamped his lips onto it and sank his tongue deeply up into her channel.
It went on like that for a blissful eternity. Fred was all but smothered by his wife's wet, redolent snatch, but he managed to get enough fresh air to continue breathing, and he kept his tongue stroking vigorously in and out of her sweet cunt. Her honey flowed thickly, smearing over his entire face and dripping down his chin onto his neck and shoulders. Pam bounced up and down, making his cock throb harder and harder.
When he felt the pulsating contractions of her cunt, signifying that she had arrived at climax, he tightened inwardly, then let go with an ecstatic burst of warm, thick cream. It flooded the depths of her pussy and slid down his cock, mixed with her own sweet juice. The rich goo smeared over his balls.
Clarisa came against his face, showering him as she shook and bumped.
The three of them slept in an untidy heap, lying partially atop one another and embracing loosely.
He awoke early in the morning and his cock was hard. Both women were sleeping, Clarisa lying across his chest while Pam was between his legs, resting against his inner thigh. He grasped her and rolled her toward him. His cock bumped heavily against her face.
She opened her eyes, gazed at the gloriously-upstanding organ of his manhood, and blinked a couple of times. Then, without a word, she grasped the base of the horny shaft and tilted it to her mouth. She sucked the head inside, groaning voluptuously. She sucked and sucked on his penis, working gently at his balls with her hand. Finally he came, squirting his thick fluid into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed it all. She went back to sleep contented as a cream-filled cat.
However, when he awoke next, in the light of day, it was with Pam atop him, already working on his turgid member. There seemed no limit to his recuperative powers on this occasion.
The shaking of the bed awakened Clarisa, and for awhile she had to watch Pam on top of him. But Pam finished before he did and rolled off. It then was possible for Clarisa to take the other woman's place, and she immediately did so.
She went to work, and the substitution of a relatively fresh pussy for a well-used one gave Fred an added shot of stimulation. He began to bounce rhythmically, in and out of her twisting, sliding twat. He came and she came with him.
The women snuggled down beside him and kissed him wetly around the neck and ears, as he toyed languidly with four, soft, bulging tits. He didn't get hard again, however, which proved that there was, after all, a limit to his manly vigor.
It would have been difficult to judge who won the contest between the two girls. Actually, it was something of a three-way tie, for Fred had to be counted among the winners, also. Everyone was more than satisfied.
Fred was so satisfied with the night, in fact, that he wanted to enjoy more of the same ... with added variety in the mix. Why shouldn't he? He had no marriage any more, in the traditional sense. Clarisa was no longer exclusively his and he wasn't exclusively hers. He no longer had to restrain his natural male inclination to sample what looked good to him. And he had an added way to help him get some of those good-looking things: Clarisa was available for trade.
She and Pam had swapped back and forth with the sawmill workers, hadn't they?
From now on, he would count himself in on her trading, and they would both have a good time. Pam could join in, if she wanted.
The more the merrier!
Why the hell not?
CHAPTER XI
IN THE BACK OF PAM'S MIND, FROM THE very beginning, there was the urge to take Fred away from Clarisa and have him for herself. Not forever, of course. But until she wanted to let him go. She wanted to win him, and she wanted to be the one to call the affair off, when she got bored. That was the way she had always been with men, including her recent husband.
It had seemed that she was having her way. She'd driven a wedge between Fred and Clarisa. He'd taken her in Clarisa's presence. Now it remained only for Pam to shut Clarisa out completely.
But Fred wasn't thinking along that line.
Damn him, he'd never taken her seriously. To him, she'd been only another cunt, and that's all she was now.
He made this clear during their first private talk after the all-night sex session.
"I know some guys around here who would love to swap their wives for a night with Clarisa or you," he declared. "And the whole thing could be done quietly. You're always ready to swing, and apparently Clarisa enjoys it as much as you do."
"I don't like to swing all the time," she told him. "When I find a man I really like, I don't care to share him with anyone."
"Yeah, well until Mr. Right comes along," he said with a wry smile, "you'll play. So let me see what I can set up."
"Fred ... you don't understand." She moved over to the couch to sit beside him. "I want you. You're Mr. Right."
He looked at her, then tilted back, his head and laughed.
Rage welled up in her. "You find that so goddamned funny?"
"I sure do. You and I mean nothing to each other, and you know it. You found yourself without a man temporarily, and I was a convenient prick. That's the only reason you went after me. When I wouldn't play, you turned to Dick Sparks and his friend. And there are other guys up here like those two ... and some of them have damned pretty wives. We'll all have fun together."
"I didn't turn to Dick Sparks for fun," she argued. "It was to spite you."
"Oh, come off it!" he scoffed.
"It's true. I'm in love with you, Fred. You've got to believe that."
"Love?" He laughed again. "You don't know the meaning of the word."
She was beside herself with frustration and anger. Who the hell did he think he was, anyway, treating her like this? He wouldn't get away with it. She would show him.
Her first move was to fall back on her physical resources ... and her utter lack of scruples when it came to using them.
She pressed herself against him, pushing him against the back of the couch. As her lips moistly burned his, and her tongue delved into his mouth, her hand groped blindly at his lap, seeking the zipper tab at the top of his fly.
He started to fight her, but now she was opening his pants ... her hand was foraging inside. Once she had gripped his penis and begun to draw it out of his shorts, he couldn't resist.
The pecker quickly swelled, assuming massive rigidity.
She stroked it as they continued to kiss. His hands pawed at her titties through her clothes.
Clarisa was down at the store, doing some shopping. But she would be back soon. He and Pam certainly couldn't undress, have sex, and get dressed again before Clarisa returned. After what had happened the night before last, it might have been all right to screw Pam in his living room and, if his wife walked in on it, to invite her to get down and join them. But he wasn't sure Clarisa would look at it that way. Out-and-out swaps seemed to be neater and offer more pleasure, all around, than for Pam, Clarisa and him to continue their bedroom threesome.
So he attempted to push Pam away, but she would hav none of this. Her purpose was to continue to flaunt in Clarisa's face the attraction which she knew existed between herself and Fred ... and, at the same time, to convince Fred she wasn't just another female. This was the time to make him recognize she was the one woman he needed. She would be satisfied with nothing less than this.
She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him and caught the swaying shaft of his penis, directing it toward her parted lips.
He gripped her by the head and struggled to keep her from going down on him. "Clarisa will be here in a minute," he grated. "For God's sake, behave yourself."
But she kept pressing toward his unstanding cock. He gazed down and watched her wet, parted lips coming closer and closer to it. Her mouth opened more. Saliva drooled from it.
Finally he had to let her go, and he threw himself back against the couch bolster, closing his eyes, as her warm mouth closed over the end of his peter, pushing the foreskin back and taking the cockhead .into her mouth. She worked her tongue all over it as she sucked.
Great thrills coursed upward through his body and hammered ecstatically in his brain. His cock throbbed and swelled as it luxuriated in the center of her licking, sucking kiss.
"Now get in me!" she cried, letting go of his prick and rolling onto her back on the carpet.
He couldn't deny her demand. The huge, pulsating redness of his pecker proved how much he needed her at that moment.
He dropped to his knees on the floor beside her, pulled her skirt and slip up, and grasped the elastic top of her nylon panties. He pulled the panties down, turning them inside out as they traveled along her thighs. He pulled them from her feet, and her legs sprang wide apart. He fell on top of her. Her grasping hand encircled his burning rod and directed it to her soft center. It parted her pussy lips and slid inside, going deep into her slippery warmth.
"How does that feel?" she asked. "Isn't that what you want? Isn't it what you want forever?"
She began to move up and down, and he picked up the rhythm, stroking vigorously ... deeply ... powerfully in and out of her hot vagina.
She practiced the maddening contractions of her cunt muscles which she could do better than any other woman he'd ever had. She seemed to have perfect control over them. As he stroked his prick in and out, she worked on it in those delightful milking motions.
With a small part of his attention, he listened for his wife's arrival at the front door of the cottage. But most of his mind was centered on the job at hand.
He moved harder and faster. She seemed to be right with him. Just as he was about to pop, she tumbled over the finish line, her cunt clutching harder and rippling along the entire length of his organ. Her whole body shuddered with orgasmic convulsions.
He dug deep and ejaculated into her, his balls shooting forth every drop of semen they had stored. The sensation was wonderful.
But in its very perfection, there was for him the warning that he couldn't let this go to his head. If he were to get really hooked on Pam, there would be no hope for him.
He pulled quickly out of her and used his handkerchief to wipe off his cock.
"Come on ... get up," he said, breathing hard. "Hurry, before Clarisa gets here."
"I don't see any reason for that," Pam drawled. "It's time Clarisa knew how we feel about each other. It would be good for her to see us like this."
"Yeah? Well, I don't think so." He zipped up his pants.
Even when he reached down to help her to her feet, she didn't want to respond. He had to grapple to get hold of her hands. Then he pulled forcefully, and she stood up.
"Get into your room and fix your hair and make-up," he directed.
"You're silly, do you know that?" she breathed, trying to press close to him. "We should have a talk with Clarisa right away."
"No. That's out. Now get into the other room." He gave her a push that was none-too-gentle and she started on her way.
Not until she had reached the door did he notice that her peach-colored panties were still lying on the rug, where he had tossed them.
"Hey!" he yelled.
She stopped and looked at him.
He picked up the pants and threw them at her. She caught them.
"I'll talk with Clarisa if you don't," she warned. "And what will you tell her."
"That you and I are in love."
He wanted to laugh but somehow he couldn't-not after what had just happened. Still, what Pam had said was ludicrous. Perhaps he and Clarisa didn't have the kind of love he'd once thought they had, but even now it was stronger than the purely physical thing between Pam and himself.
He would have to prove that to her, and the best way to do it was to go through with the swapping idea. When she watched him playing around with another woman and not caring in the least that she was with another man, she'd be convinced.
In the privacy of her bedroom, it occurred to Pam that she was making a complete fool of herself and should leave Pine Center now, admitting her defeat. But another part of her remained certain that she was not defeated. Fred was strongly drawn to her. He just hadn't fully faced up to this himself. Give him a little more time and keep working on him-that was her solution. And make Clarisa feel as much like a fifth wheel as possible.
Whatever Pam really, really wanted, she always had a way of getting. She'd always wanted Fred. She'd have him ... and with Clarisa out of the picture. Then she'd drop him fast and hard, the way he was trying to let her down now. Or perhaps she wouldn't let him down right away. Perhaps she'd toy with him for awhile first, until there was no possibility of him crawling back to Clarisa. That way, Pam would be the complete winner, once and for all.
Yes. She smiled to herself as she thought about it.
When Fred privately broached the swapping scheme to Clarisa, she didrrt say anything at first. "Well? How does it sound?" he pressed.
"I suppose it's be fun," she said a trifle wistfully.
"You suppose! Of course, it'd be fun-more fun than you and Pam screwing around with those two bums in a filthy shack."
"Fred ... I really didn't want to do that at first. She roped me in on it."
"But you went along and enjoyed yourself, according to what I've heard. It's all right. The idea doesn't bother me any more. As a matter-of-fact, I'm looking forward to playing the game with you-swing and swap, we'll call it."
"Do you know of any couples to swap with?" she asked hesitantly.
"Oh, sure. There's been talk around the tavern-guys who were interested in the idea and were feeling around to make a connection. All I'd have to do is let the word out that you and I are available for that kind of party, and we'd have a date before we knew it."
"Is that what you're going to do?"
"As soon as I have your okay."
She looked at him. "Is Pam going to be in on this?"
"Sure. If she-likes."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"If the idea of you being with another man doesn't bug me, why should I care what Pam does? Anyway, it's all fun and games. What do you say?"
"All right, Fred," she told him. He was taking such a broad-minded view, she saw no harm in it. as for their marriage, that seemed as strong as ever-but in a slightly different way.
CHAPTER XII
THE PARTY WAS AT THE HOME OF ALEX and Joan Westover, and no one knew about it but the Westovers, the Robinsons, Pam, and an unattached fellow named Bill Warren, whom Pam brought along as her date.
Alex Westover was an industrial executive from Los Angeles who maintained the mountain cottage as a summer and weekend retreat. He had a great deal of money, and this showed in the lavish furnishings of the place.
It also showed in the woman he had chosen for his wife. She was tall, platinum blonde, and voluptuously curved. Moreover, she was at least ten years younger than the graying, though handsome, industrialist.
The festivities began with drinking, music, and no talk whatsoever of what was programmed to take place. But Westover kept sliding appreciative glances up and down Clarisa's form, and occasionally letting his eyes dally with Pam's charms, as well.
Fred found Joan very much to his liking. She was the willowy type, who looked as if she would have a great deal of whiplash in the region of her hips when a man began putting the action to her. Her eyes were bold without being bawdy. And the creamy cleavage of her tits promised pleasant rooting about.
Clarisa was nervous. Sexing it up with a couple of sawmill workers was one thing, but with people like this ... she was a little afraid that she was getting in beyond her safe depth. Not that she was in the sawmill workers' class, exactly-but she certainly didn't belong to the social set of the Westovers.
She needn't have worried, however. When an affair of the flesh was in prospect-and that was all that this swapping session would amount to-there were no social distinctions, so long as everyone was physically pleasing to everyone else.
After the party-goers were all in a mellow mood and had gotten acquainted, Westover called for silence in the room. The stereo was shut off, and all heads turned his way.
"Now, we all know why we're here," he said. "What we don't know, however, is how we're going to pair off for the remainder of the evening ... or whether we're going to pair off at all."
"What do you mean, 'whether we are going to pair off'? " Bill Warren asked. "I thought that was the whole idea."
"Not as I understood it," Westover said. "The idea was to swing and swap. Well, Joan and I have gone this route before, and we've discovered that it's much more fun to play all together in the same room than to retire in pairs alone. So if no one has any objection..."
Pam was pleased with this. The main reason she'd agreed to come to the party was because she hoped it would give her a further chance to demonstrate to Fred how she outclassed every other female. Fred was willing. The more the merrier meant just what it said, as far as he was concerned. Clarisa continued to be nervous, but she didn't object. Bill Warren was satisfied with Westover's suggestion.
After the older man had glanced around the group and noted no adverse reactions, he went on: "All we need right now, it seems to me, is a little something to put us in the right mood. I believe I have that." His eyes twinkled. "Joan, darling, will you bring out the projector and screen, please?"
She moved to the closet where the equipment was kept.
"This film," he said, "is quite choice. I suggest that, as we watch it, we merely proceed to do what comes naturally. In order to facilitate that, we will leave a dim light on, here at the back of the room so that it won't blank out the picture, but will still enable us to see what we're doing." He gave a little laugh. "This couch opens into a double bed." He reached down gave it a flip, and the transformation took place. "Also, there are pillows which can be spread on the floor..."
No further explanations or invitations were needed. Joan merely set up the projector and screen, after which the reel of film was put on and the projector plugged into a wall socket.
The six persons settled themselves into comfortable chairs and on the sofa-bed. Fred managed to grab the spot next to Joan, while her husband maneuvered himself into position next to Clarisa. It seemed to be understood between Pam and her date that they would remain partners during the first part of the festivities.
The lights were dimmed, the projector turned on, and the screen at the other end of the room flickered into life...
The film was as dirty as Westover's introductory remarks had indicated it would be. Complete nudity was featured at the beginning, and the excitement built from there. The film had four performers-a man, two girls and a dog. The girls were together at the beginning, then the man joined them, finally the dog was brought into the scene.
Before the twenty-minute reel had run out, the audience began to give vent to the passions which the picture had aroused. Fred put his arms around Joan as they sat on the edge of the sofa-bed; Westover drew Clarisa onto his lap; Bill dropped some pillows onto the rug and pulled Pam down on top of them with him.
There was enough light in the room so that everyone could see what everyone else was doing. It seemed to Fred, at the beginning, that Westover was more interested in watching him with Joan than in looking at the movie or making time with Clarisa.
The older man's eyes glittered in their direction as Fred pushed Joan's dress up and began to pet her satiny, golden thighs above the tops of her stockings. He continued to look as Fred's hand moved all the way up between those thighs and touched Joan's warm, moist pussy through the clinging nylon of her pants.
Her hand was in his lap at the same time, slowly measuring and stimulating the long cock which had risen under his trousers.
Now, however, Westover did turn away for awhile, and he watched the screen as it depicted the dog between the legs of one of the girls. The canine sank his thin, hard prick into the girl's aroused pussy as the camera moved in for a closeup.
Clarisa was shocked beyond words. She had never seen anything like this before and was repelled by it, while at the same time reacting with passion.
As they both watched the film, Westover deftly lowered the top of her dress and removed her lacy bra.
"What beautiful titties, my dear," he murmured as he warmly enclosed them in his hands.
Bill and Pam were rolling on the pillows by now, her dress up to her waist and his hand working inside the crotch of her panties. She let out his cock.
Westover glanced at that, then bent to nuzzle the chest treasures of Clarisa, which he had just uncovered.
The movie came to an end, and the screen flickered blankly as the end of the film flapped on the rotating take-up reel. Westover reached and shut the projector off.
"Did you like the picture?" he whispered to Clarisa.
"I don't know," she said honestly.
His hand slid up between her hot thighs and tugged her panty crotch askew. His fingertips touched her pussy lips and found them awash with moisture.
"I believe you liked it," he husked and fastened his mouth around one of her large, thrusting nipples.
"Oooh, you have a nice big prick..." Joan was murmuring at Fred's ear as he caressed her cunt, and she continued to stroke the pecker through his pants. "Take it out," he suggested.
She immediately moved to do so, and he began to slide her panties off.
Pam and Bill were getting undressed, slowly but surely, as they writhed on the pillows-kissing and caressing while they tugged at each other's clothes. Pam went down on him, enclosing the burning knob of his penis in her warm, moist mouth. She sucked lazily and laved the cockhead with her tongue as he worked her titties out of her dress and teasingly pulled at her hard little nipples.
Westover urged Clarisa to her feet and slipped her dress the rest of the way off, taking her brief petticoat with it. He got up, exhibiting a hard-on under his clothes. He guided Clarisa to the sofa-bed, where Fred and Joan were now stretched out. She was stroking his naked cock while he petted her furry, damp loins.
Westover told them, "Move over, hm? This lovely lady and myself would like to come aboard."
Fred and Joan slid onto half of the bed, and Clarisa lay down beside them. Westover remained standing until he had removed his shoes, shirt and trousers, then sank partially atop her.
Pam lifted her face from Bill's prick and glanced at the two couples on the bed. She didn't like the idea of Fred being surrounded by Joan and Clarisa. She wanted to get in on that scene herself.
The fact was, Fred was paying no attention to her whatever. He seemed completely absorbed in the platinum blonde with the predictably dark-haired cunt, whom he now had stripped completely, except for her garter belt and nylons. He was licking at her bobbing tits and stroking his finger in and out of her snatch while she fondled the prick and balls which protruded from his trousers.
"Hey, baby ... come on ... give me some more," Bill said, as he tried to get Pam to go down on him again.
But she had lost her taste for his prick. She wanted Fred's. She had to get Fred's for her own, or the whole purpose of her visit to Pine Center would be destroyed. She kept looking at the bed, where Westover lay with Clarisa and Fred writhed with Westover's wife.
Bill said in exasperation, "Well, if you won't suck me any more, I'm sure as hell going to get some kind of satisfaction."
He pushed her onto her back and he climbed aboard her furry loins.
She resigned herself, for the time being, to the service of his lustful desire. His thick, hard cock slid into her and he grunted because the fit was very good. She was slippery and snug-just the way he liked them. He began to pull and thrust, pull and thrust, sliding his hot cock in and out between her moist pussy-lips, and the action stimulated Pam to move her hips with him. Regardless of who the man was, or whatever other man she might have in her mind, when a guy began to screw her she had to respond with passion.
Westover was hugging Clarisa, who wore just white lacy pants, a garter belt and stockings. He caressed her springy-firm bottom and kneaded her smooth, full thighs. He kept pulling quick sucks at her titties.
Her nipples ached, and she was becoming very strongly aroused. She wanted the man to pull off her pants and proceed to get into her ... or, perhaps even better yet, to lie down on his back so that she could mount him and go for a wild, prickly ride.
Joan was pulling Fred's pants off, having already disposed of his shirt. He was pulling on her titties, which were the pointy kind and quite firm. As she leaned toward his feet, to haul his trousers off, Fred decided to take advantage of the position. Before she could change positions to begin removing his shorts, he snuggled close to her and pushed her head toward his loins as he directed his face toward the fluffy brown curls on her treasure box. She eagerly mouthed his dong while he pressed his mouth to her moist twat. They began a long and delectable session of sixty-nine.
Westover halted his caressing of Clarisa to watch his wife sucking Fred's cock.
"See what a hungry bitch she is?" he murmured to Clarisa. "Do you ever get hungry, my dear?"
"Ooh, all the time..." She slowly sank to his bristling loins.
By twisting her head a little, Pam could watch what was happening on the bed while Bill pumped his pecker in and out of her cunt. She perceived somewhat ruefully that her prot'g's, the Robinsons, were going her one better at the moment-wallowing in the blissful depths of sensual delight while she was merely being screwed. She wanted to get over there with them.
"Hurry up, will you?" she said sharply to Bill, and she broke rhythm to begin pounding her pussy very rapidly against him.
Westover turned into a sixty-nine position with Clarisa just as Fred righted himself and rolled atop the pliant, golden form of Westover's wife. His happily-pulsating prick found its way between her cunt lips and sank deeply into her loins as Westover began to lick at the sopping lips of Clarisa's pussy. She was bobbing her head energetically on the knob of his straining prick.
Fred banged Joan with total concentration, even though another man was sixty-nining his wife, right beside him. It didn't matter. He was through with petty jealousy now. He and Clarisa had advanced into a higher realm of sexual expression.
She felt much the same way as she enjoyed mouthing Westover's tasty prick and delighted in the lapping incursions of his tongue within her throbbing wet cunt.
Bill grunted and shot his semen into the bobbing loins of Pam. She didn't come. All she could Chink about, at this point, was the presence of Fred with another woman, while Clarisa lay right next to them and didn't seem to care. What had happened to these people, anyway? Whatever it was, she was going to have to change things around.
As soon as Bill would let her up, she moved to the sofa bed where Fred's shorts-clad rump was bobbing furiously between Joan's stockinged thighs. By now, Clarisa had crawled atop Westover and was lying full-length against him, grinding her cunt around his blissfully-throbbing peter. Her tits agitated against the wiry hairs on his chest, her outsize, stiff nipples digging into him.
Pam flopped down between the two lovemaking couples, which made five on the bed. It was a sturdy piece of furniture, however, and held up well. Neither Fred nor Clarisa seemed to notice Pam's presence, but
Westover reached and began massaging her tits. But these group sessions weren't so great when a woman had her eye on one particular man.
Fred and Joan increased the tempo of their screwing, and suddenly she finished with an excited string of gasps and whimpers as she ground her cunt hard around him. He went off in the eye of her hurricane, jetting forth his essence of manhood.
Pam immediately tried to get him away from the other woman. Her hand was inside his shorts, caressing his rump, even as his prick remained sunk within Joan.
Clarisa's screwing of Westover was now approaching the climactic phase, and her bare ass bobbed up and down.
"Oooh, baby ... yessss ... aaaaaaaah," he said, coming with a gush as she finished around him.
Pam was making little progress with Fred. He didn't want to get off Joan yet. Clarisa dismounted from Westover almost immediately, however, and he rolled against Pam, sliding his arms around her.
"No!" she protested. "Leave me alone!"
"Alone?" he repeated huskily. "At a party like this? come on ... let's you and I make it."
He attempted to pull her leg up over him so that he could stimulate his temporarily softened peter by rubbing it in her velvety wet trough, but she angrily swung her hand, striking him across the face.
"What the hell...! " he mumbled and rubbed his smarting cheek.
Fred looked up. "What's the matter with you, Pam?"
"You're the matter-that's what!" she blurted.
"I don't get it, Robinson," Westover said. "This isn't your wife. Why should she make a fuss?"
"I'd like to know that myself," he said, gazing at her.
Joan ran her arm around Fred's neck and pulled him down to her again. "I want more of your big cock," she purred into his ear. "It isn't every day that a girl gets a chance to get a tool like that."
"Maybe that's the answer," said Westover with a laugh. "Your cock is in wide demand, hm, Robinson?"
"Something like that," he said and devoted his attention to kissing Joan around the neck and breasts.
Pam was furious. She's been dragged into this party, which she hadn't given a shit for in the first place, and now nothing was going right. She couldn't show up the other women because they were at least her equal with a man. Anyway, Fred would hardly look at her. She could've swung by her heels from the chandelier and it wouldn't have drawn more than a passing glance from him.
Clarisa had paired off with Bill, and they had moved to the cushions where Bill had screwed Pam just a few minutes ago.
"Well, honey, it looks like you're stuck with me," Westover commented to Pam. "Now, if you'll tell me you're sorry about that slap in the face, I'll see what I can do about giving you an agreeable screwing."
"Oh, screw yourself, why don't you?" Pam cried, and turned to run out of the room.
"What a strange person," Westover mused aloud, then got up and strolled over to the pillows where he could watch Clarisa and Bill making love.
She had his cock up already and was stroking it as he took long licking sucks from her truly titanic nipples.
Westover reached down and tweaked the one which Bill was not, at the moment, using.
"I don't see how you can put up with it," Pam said to Clarisa the next day, when the two women were at home alone and Fred was at work.
"Put up with what?" Clarisa looked up from the sweater she was knitting.
"Sex parties like the one last night."
Clarisa looked at her for a moment as if she didn't comprehend.
"I mean, with everybody screwing everybody else's husband and wife. It's ... it's obnoxious."
"But, Pam ... you're the one who said these things were only flesh deep. They don't mean anything. Fred and I are in love with each other, and I think our love is stronger now that we've taken a more broad-minded attitude toward sex."
"Oh, you do, hm? Didn't you notice how he was enjoying himself with that phony blonde last night?"
"Sure," Clarisa smiled. "And did you notice how I enjoyed myself with her husband ... and with your boy friend, too?"
"That Warren jerk isn't my boy friend!" Pam declared vehemently.
"Well, he brought you to the party. That was all I meant."
"You'll have plenty to worry about when Fred gets hooked on some broad he meets at a party like that, and wants to run off with her and leave you in the lurch."
"Won't happen," Clarisa said confidently.
"And how can you be sure of that?"
"Because he wouldn't leave me for you," Clarisa said, and looked her old girl friend right in the eyes. "If you couldn't get him away from me, I doubt if any other woman could."
"You mean ... he told you that I ... ? "
"Of course. We have no secrets any more. We're liberated, Pam," she added happily, "and we have you to thank for it. We're both very grateful."
Pam gazed at the other woman in shocked disbelief. Everything had worked out differently from the way she'd intended. Both Clarisa and Fred had snapped up the bait she had used on them, but they hadn't taken the hook. Now she was out of bait, and there was nothing more she could do.
She stood up. "Well, I hope you and Fred are very happy in your new liberated life," she said sarcastically, and turned to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" Clarissa asked.
"To pack, of course. You don't think I'm going to hang around this place any longer, do you?"
Clarisa smiled to herself. She'd won. And when the contest had started, she wouldn't have given a dime for her own chances.
Pam had been right when she'd promised that some outside sex adventures would increase Clarisa's self-confidence. They had increased it to the point where now she and Fred could have their outside fun side by side and still love each other-perhaps even, as she had told Pam, love each other more than ever.
That night in bed she told Fred about her talk with
Pam, who had left by the time he came home for dinner.
"Good riddance," had been his comment, and he had really meant it. He had worked her out of his mind and out from under his skin, and he had done it by besting her at her own game.
"She seemed surprised to hear I knew everything that had happened between you two," Clarisa said.
"No doubt. I guess that was the final straw, hm?"
"It sure was."
"Well, it's nice to have her out of our hair, baby."
He drew Clarisa into his arms. His lips brushed hers a couple of times, then caught hold, and his tongue surged deeply into her mouth. Her hand went to his loins, and she lifted his cock and balls out of his pajamas. Her tender fingers pushed his foreskin back and she toyed with the head of his penis as it grew very large and hard.
"Mmmmmmm, you taste good," he murmured as he withdrew his mouth from hers. "And your hand certainly knows what it's doing, too."
"Would you believe," she said as she continued to caress him, "that there was a time when I was bashful about handling your prick?"
"I remember," he said and caressed along her front, down to her pussy.
"You know, we thought we overcame all our problems shortly after we were married and got fully adjusted to each other," she said as he began to slowly pull her nightgown up. "But really we didn't. It took Pam to help us complete the process."
"That's true," he replied as he stroked her pussy curls with his fingertips.
"Oooh, that feels good, lover," Clarisa breathed. "Tell me, are you going to eat me tonight?"
"I will if you will," he answered.
"No fair bargaining," she told him, and writhed against the finger which was stroking shallowly between her labia majora.
"You're right. There'll be no bargaining. And the answer to your question is yes, little wife. I do fully intend to eat you."
"And I'm afraid I'll have to return the favor. You're making me so hot!"
He continued to caress her cunt as his other hand worked to lower the nightie from her breasts. One stiff reddish nipple popped out, followed by its twin. The white mounds, on which they sat, shimmied as he pulled the nightgown away from them.
"Tell me, darling," she murmured, grinding her vagina around his invading finger, "do you still want to screw around and swap with other couples and do all that sort of thing?"
"Ooh, once in awhile ... when things get a little dull at home."
Mmmmm, the way I feel right now, nothing will ever get dull here."
He lowered his mouth to her titties.
It was good, what had happened between Clarisa and himself. They had turned a moment of crisis into one of greater awakening and greater appreciation of one another. Perhaps he would never want to play around on the outside again. But the cure which had worked once was always available to them, in case they needed to call upon it a second time ... or a third or fourth...
His lips slid along her body. They slid over the rumpled fabric of her nightgown, which was at her middle, and moved across her gently-curved belly to the garden of silken curls at her loins. He got his mouth and nose into that sweet-scented fluff, and his tongue tip traced the moist groove of her pussy. In moments his hungry mouth was clamped to her twat and he was stroking his tongue in and out of her quivering inner channel. The little velvety orifice seemed to be snapping at him. It wanted a prick, that was the trouble. Tongues were all right for teasing and getting a girl worked up, but it took a big prick to satisfy her-Clarisa had told him that recently, in just so many words, and he knew it was true.
He had the big prick she needed. And lost no time now in righting himself on the bed, clambering atop her so that he could slip that big pecker deeply into the moist, silken crevice which he had been licking. His saliva added to her joy juice to make the penetration that much smoother, and, on the very first thrust, he sank his rod seven inches into her warm, snug cunt.
"Oooh, darling ... stick me hard!" she requested.
"And fast?" he asked, letting his cock throb deeply within her for the moment.
"No. Slowly. I want you to last half an hour ... maybe a whole hour, if you can. Make me come three times."
"That's quite an order," he smiled as he looked down into her glowing face.
"You can do it, darling," she said sweetly. "You can give me everything I need. I know you can."
He began as she had requested-slowly, deeply, powerfully and with tender feeling. She responded, her hips rising and falling in the exact tempo of his thrusts. He did make it last a long time-not an hour, if even quite half an hour, but long enough to give her two of the three comes she had requested. And that was enough, Clarisa admitted to herself. As she strove for his own finish, she wanted only that and nothing more for herself.
They lay in each other's arms afterward, and sleep began to lure them. But Clarisa remembered something she had promised and had neglected to deliver to him.
A kiss.
She slid downward along his body and removed his penis from his pajama pants. It was soft and covered with the products of their lovemaking. She slid the foreskin back and pressed her lips against the tip of it.
