JERRY WASN'T SURE, AFTER HE HAD PLAYED THE MATE-SWAPPING game, if that was what he really wanted. His wife, Helen, was positive, though, that it was other men she needed. Dr. Benjamin Morse, in The Sexually Promiscuous Male, could have had Jerry in mind when he wrote: "A single act of adultery might make a man feel guilty. When he and his wife commit adultery simultaneously, the guilt is lessened. When a whole host of couples commit adultery simultaneously, and when such adultery becomes a dominant code of behavior, the guilt virtually disappears, with such a large number of persons sharing the load." When Tom and Eloise started the swapping, they had already been at it so long that they had no guilt to share.
I
ANDY KIMBROUGH LOLLED IN HIS CHAIR and watched through an alcoholic fog as his friend and host for the evening, Thomas Baird, slid his arm casually around the waist of Andy's wife. Liz, a tall and beautiful brunette, didn't object to the familiarity; in fact, she hardly seemed to notice it.
Tonight everyone was drinking more than they should. Tom's wife, red-haired Eloise, was almost reeling. Andy had sunk into a quiet, fuzzy euphoria. Tom was the complete host-charming, witty, putting everyone at their ease.
"Hey, you're so quiet!" Eloise exclaimed thickly as she approached Andy's chair.
She wore a dress that was cut low on her breasts. Those tits were no match for Liz's-not as big nor as fully rounded, and undoubtedly not as firm. But then, Eloise was six or seven years older than Andy's wife, who was twenty-five. Andy was twenty-eight.
"I'm enjoying myself, don't worry," he grinned up at his hostess. He had an easy-going charm. His face was longish, his eyes blue, his hair sand-colored.
"Well, you don't look like it," Eloise chirped, and abruptly plumped herself down across his thighs.
Without warning, he found himself staring close up at the quivering white flesh of her titty tops.
"Hey..."he growled sexily.
"Don't tell me I'm too heavy," she purred.
"Don't be silly. You're light as a feather."
She smiled and a lock of her flame-tinted hair fell close to his face. But he looked past it, into the valley of her breasts.
So they weren't the best breasts in the world. They weren't the worst, either. And every man liked to have a change of playthings now and then.
He glanced quickly at Tom and Liz. They were standing next to the bar, laughing and chatting. His arm remained around her waist, and he had drawn her a little closer to him so that their hips touched.
Andy slid his arm casually around Eloise.
"I like you, y'know that?" she breathed warmly. Their faces were very close now. Her green eyes were a little glassy from booze.
"I like you, too, El."
"Ever since you came t'work in Tom's office an' I first met you, I said t'myself ... tha's a real handsome guy ... I like 'im."
Andy let himself say, "I like what I'm seeing right now."
His eyes probed boldly into tittyville, caressing, silently expressing the wish that those titties were bare so he could pet and suck them.
"Ha..." Eloise laughed throatily, and the loose flesh quivered. "Are you one'a those guys with a bosom fetish?"
"I like bosoms," he admitted.
"I knew that when I saw Liz for the firs' time." Eloise leaned closer and lowered the tone of her voice, but it remained very thick. "What'a beautiful set'a jugs she's got!"
"Your jugs look very good to me," he said, and lifted his free hand to her throat where it lightly traced her flesh, moving suggestively toward her titties.
"Oh," she breathed softly.
He looked past her at Tom and Liz. They were facing each other now. Liz was drunker than Andy had thought. Her hair was a little loose; she was laughing too much and kind of leaning forward. Tom had a hand on her hip, almost as if to steady her. His eyes twinkled as they looked into hers. He was talking smoothly and at low volume-telling her a dirty story, Andy speculated. Tom loved dirty stories-the filthier, the better-and Andy had heard him spring some pretty raw ones in mixed company.
The important thing to Andy, right now, was that neither Liz nor Tom was paying any attention to Eloise and himself. He let his fingertips glide down the slope of her breasts and lightly stroke across their soft tops.
She writhed on his lap, her bottom springy, wide and warm.
Andy's prick awakened.
"Tom..." Liz said. "Oh, that set me on fire!"
"You know, we're gonna have to cut this out," he said.
"No. Please pet me some more." Her eyes were closed. She tilted her head back and arched herself like a pussycat wanting to be stroked.
God, she was smashed! Andy thought. They didn't dare go any farther with Tom and Liz there. But he made a mental note to pursue the invitation later, under more discreet circumstances.
He slid his hand from her waist to her rounded hip and gave it a pat. She wore no girdle. "Come on ... get up" he said.
Her eyes flashed. "So you are tellin' me I'm too heavy!"
"Unh-uh, honey," he murmured. "But hubby's right over there and so is my wife. Let's not be dumb."
"Dumb ... slimumb. They don't care about us. Look."
She turned to face them, and Andy realized with a shock that this whole thing had been pre-arranged between Eloise and Tom. A look passed between them, and Tom slid his hand from Liz' hip to her bottom. He petted the quivery, plump globes through her thin dress and thinner undies.
She apparently didn't realize they were being observed. Or could it be that she was too drunk to care? Anyway, she moved closer to Tom, her eyelashes lowered, her face tilted up to his.
He bent his head and turned it. Their mouths came together. They kissed long and, Andy suspected, deeply.
"F'christ's sake..." he muttered aloud.
"Y'see?" Eloise hissed softly, leaning down within kissing range. "They don't give a damn. Why should we?"
Her orange-pink lips parted moistly ... succulently ... and her eyes were nearly closed. He felt her breath.
Impulsively he tightened his grip around her back. Their mouths came together. Her tongue slid into his mouth, and her hand fell on top of his. She lifted that hand to her breasts.
Andy's head began to swim. His cock fattened up against her warm seat. He gripped a titty and squeezed it through her light bodice. Shit, he could scoop it out easily!
Over by the bar, Tom drew his mouth from Liz and sighed appreciatively. "What a sweet, hot kiss!" he murmured in a husky voice.
"Tom..." Liz said. "Oh, that set me on fire!"
"I want to stoke that fire and turn it into a roaring inferno," he said, nuzzling her neck as their bodies ground together. He thrilled to the pressure of her firm, full tits.
Tom was tall and had retained his collegiate figure, though he was thirty-nine. His dark hair was touched with gray. His complexion was tanned. His eyes were brown and warm.
He had marvelous hands, Liz discovered. On her ass-as one of them was right now-his touch set her to tingling and yearning wildly. It had been nearly . year since she had screwed anyone but Andy, and she was dying for a strange cock.
Tom had told her that his wife was going to flirt with Andy, and she had watched them surreptitiously, when Andy wasn't looking her way. Andy certainly seemed to be doing nothing to discourage Eloise's advances.
Tom had also whispered that he might arrange it so that she and he could have some fun together, if the idea appealed to her. She hadn't agreed, but she hadn't slapped his face and stormed off; she had let him kiss her and feel her ass.
Now he was kissing her again, his tongue giving her mouth a veritable screwing. She clung to him hungrily, her lips and teeth sucking at that tongue as her own tongue slid moistly against it.
His hand was rubbing her ass cheeks up and down now, gently rolling and squeezing them. Oh, God, that was making her hot! What was she going to do...?
As he pushed her body snugly against his, she could make out the configuration of his huge banana-cock. It wasn't up, but it was thick and long and partially hard.
Her pussy moistened in her fine nylon panties. It felt hot and it itched.
But the whole thing was so insane-to think of screwing Tom and letting Andy screw Eloise!
No! Jesus, no! They couldn't behave like that!
But try to tell the Bairds.
Right now, Eloise was writhing against Andy's hand which surrounded her clothed left breast. She murmured next to his ear, "Take it out ... oh, please take it out ... I want you t'play with it ... ! "
He looked past her head to see Liz and Tom kissing. The old bastard was really rubbing up her butt now!
All right, goddammit! Andy thought. If she was going to let another play with her that way, old Andy would have some fun, too!
It wasn't as if they had never cheated on each other. Both had and both knew it. They just had never done anything like this together before. And after he had caught Liz with a man, almost a year ago, they had agreed that they would never screw around again. But look at her!
Now Andy wondered if perhaps she had failed to keep her promise during the intervening period, as he. had failed to keep his.
With his cock straining hard against Eloise's bottom and their lips locked once more, tongues twisting, he deftly dug his hand inside the bodice of her dress, along her satiny soft titty-flesh. His fingertips crawled over a crinkly nipple and trapped the erect stud between them; he squeezed and felt her quake as her tongue went wild in his mouth. He pushed her dress down with the back of his hand and let her over-ripe titty pop out.
They went on kissing avidly, breathing in irregular bursts through their noses, while he coddled the smooth bare tit in his palm, jiggling it gently, stroking it, rolling and pressing it, tickling the jutting nipple with his fingernails.
Now Tom had both hands full of the springy cheeks of Liz's ass. It was so much firmer than his wife's, but wonderfully plump and pliant, too.
His cock stiffened more as he played with Liz through her clothes. It was straining against her belly now.
His tongue was stroking so deeply into her mouth that it nearly entered her throat. She kept sucking and nibbling at it impulsively. Tom knew what that meant-she had a subconscious desire to suck his prick! Any woman who sucked a man's tongue persistently during a kiss wanted to take his cock in her mouth and treat it the same way; he had read that somewhere a long time ago, and it had proved out. There were other cocksuckers who didn't give themselves away, however. Take Eloise, for instance. She enjoyed a big juicy dick in her face, and she didn't much care whose dick it was, especially when she was as smashed as she was tonight.
Tom looked over Liz's shoulder at his wife and Andy. He was very pleased with what he saw-Andy had taken one of Ellie's tits out and was kneading it as they kissed. It wouldn't be long before he would have the dress off her and she would be inside his pants. Then ... orgy! There would be no way to stop it.
When that happened, he wanted it to be as much Andy's doing as his ... if possible, more so. So Tom held back, content for the moment to merely kiss Liz deeply and pet her bottom through her clothes.
She was fighting against the wish to let him do what he wanted with her. She felt she should stop him. She had to stop him. But every nerve and fiber of her body responded positively to his caresses; she couldn't get one of them to obey her conscious will.
She couldn't see Andy and Eloise now; Tom's head was in the way. But she'd heard no outcry of rage from her husband at the bold fondling which Tom was giving her ass.
Was he so anxious to get into Eloise's pants that he would let his wife and Tom do anything together?
It was a disquieting line of thought-almost as disquieting, in its way, as Tom's hand on her fanny or his tongue in her mouth. Liz didn't pursue the mental tangent very far, however. She couldn't think in a coherent, extended way right now. What was more, she didn't want to.
She returned Tom's kissing more avidly than ever. The silken crotch of her panties grew damper. She felt the little lips of her pussy filling with blood, trying to flare out.
They wanted a rod. Oh, how they wanted a big, stiff rod!
"Take the other one out!" Eloise croaked at Andy's ear as she twisted on his lap, causing his hand to rub from her unclothed breast to her clothed one. "Play with 'em! Suck 'em!"
He looked down at the one that was bare. It didn't have a hell of a lot of shape-not like Liz's which stuck out, big and full, even when unbrassiered. But it was voluptuously white and soft and had a nice little nipple which was more reddish than brown. Perhaps the florid coloration was mainly due to the fact that Andy had been pinching and twirling it for the last few minutes. It really stood out ... though it, also, was not as large as Liz's.
"Come on, baby..." Eloise begged after casting a quick glance at Tom and Andy's wife. "Take out my other tit."
Liz and Tom were kissing it up, hot and heavy. Shit! Andy thought. He grasped the right-hand side of Eloise's dress-top and jerked it down.
Both her tits stood bare and quivering before him. He pawed at the right one, then took it entirely in his hand like a fruit and gave it a twist, as if he were trying to pick the fruit from a bough.
"Oooh," she smoldered.
He ended the twisting motion by drawing his fingertips along the squidgy soft titty-flesh to the nipple, and he gave that little jigger a hard twist, pinching the half-erect shaft. He let the tit go and it bounced. The nipple was as hard as the other one now, but not yet as rosy.
"Wanta take my dress off?" she murmured. Her lower lip pouted. Her eyes were half closed.
"What about your husband?" Andy asked.
"Screw him," she said. "He doesn't care what we do."
Tom was watching the other pair as he continued to snuggle Liz and roll her gently against him. He watched Andy unzip Eloise's dress at the back and draw it away from her body.
This is it, he thought ecstatically, and a lump formed in his throat.
His cock throbbed higher.
He deftly whipped Liz's short skirt and shorter mini-slip up to the small of her back, and he wrapped his eager hands around the thinly-sheathed globes of her bottom. Liz's pants clung to them and were as sheer as a stocking. He caressed her ass all over and manipulated the plump mounds.
"Oh, oh ... God! ... oh," she panted, writhing against his bristling belly and firm chest.
Shooting a glance past Eloise as she helped him draw her dress away, Andy thrilled strangely at the sight of his wife's pantied bottom in Tom's squeezing hands. Liz's pants were a light, delicate pink and practically transparent. The crack of her ass was shockingly evident. White garter straps traveled down from underneath her panties to support her light-brown, short-welted hose. Between the stockings and the pants, her thighs were full and creamy smooth, without a trace of flab to them.
Eloise didn't boast thighs like that, Andy would have bet. Hers were probably as squidgy as her tits.
He was about to confirm his expectation, for he was drawing her dress away as she lifted herself off his lap and twisted.
She wore no slip. Her briefs were black and opaque, with black garters attached to them. Her stockings were dusky. Between the briefs and hose, her thighs were paler than Liz, not quite as ripe, and ... yes, they were a little flabby.
But they weren't bad.
Shit, they looked good to him right now, just as her tits looked good, and just as her pussy would look good when he got to it.
He wondered fleetingly if she had red hair on her cunt, then decided it was a foolish notion. The hair on her head was an obvious dye job.
His hand fell to her hot crotch and she spread her thighs widely. He stroked her pussy through her satiny briefs. It was warm and, after a few moments, he felt moisture. What he didn't feel was a blanket of hair. Unless he missed his guess, her cunt was completely shaved!
He had to see. Hooking two fingers around a leg band of her briefs, he pulled the crotch of the garment aside. Christ, there it was-pink and wet and pulsating with desire, the little lips flared open. And it was as hairless as a split peach.
"You like it?" she purred thickly, still stroking his prick through his clothes.
"I haven't seen a shaved one in a long time," he husked.
"Tom-likes it that way. He doesn't like hairs in his teeth." She laughed and rocked forward, crushing Andy's head into her sweet-scented neck.
He slid his face down to capture a thrusting crest of titty and, at the same time, slid his middle finger into her slick, open slit.
"Oh, yes," she hissed. "Frig me! Frig me!"
She clawed at his fly, caught the tab of his zipper, and worked it down. Her hand delved inside, gripped his stiff cock and brought it out. In order to accomplish this, she had to slide to the very edge of his lap and spread her legs as much to the front as to the side.
In avidly kissing Liz around the neck and throat, Tom had moved his head to the other side of hers, and she was able to glance Eloise's way. She gazed in shock at the woman's open cunt and Andy's pistoning finger at work at it.
He was going to go all the way with her, Liz realized now. He wouldn't be able to stop. He was going to screw her right there!
Well, if he was going to do that, Liz was going to let Tom screw her! She wanted it to happen. Why should she hold back?
Feeling deliciously wanton, she ground her moist loins even harder against his bristling pants-front. He took the cue quickly and, as he continued to lick and nibble at her scented neck, slid a hand underneath the waist-elastic of her panties and down inside them on her satiny, plump butt-cheeks. His middle finger grooved itself between the warm mounds. It sought her little ass-hole, found it, and teased the delectable pucker.
Liz gave out a low, anguished wail, then sobbed at his ear, "Take me! Oh, take me!"
He let her go and her dress fell back. He moved quickly to his side, snatched three large pillows from a nearby sofa, and dropped them onto the floor. He turned to her as she stood wavering, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, her glossy black hair flowing like a mane.
He found the zipper and pulled it all the way down. He worked the top of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. The bodice came away from her lacy, peach-colored brassiere which was packed to the bursting point with her ripe, full tits, and he pulled the dress all the way down her body. He dragged her half-slip with it, stripping her to pants, bra and stockings.
Her curly black pubic hairs showed plainly through the front of the peach briefs, which clung to the plushy curve of her cunt. As Tom squatted in front of her to take the dress and slip off her legs-and as she stepped out of the garments-he noted the sopped condition of the crotch of her pants. The delightful scent of her arousal drifted to his nostrils, fresh and exhilarating to a cunt-loving male.
He tossed her dress and slip aside. He straightened up.
"Get down on the pillows," he husked.
She took one final questioning look at Andy and Eloise, and what she saw resolved any smidgeon of doubt in her mind: Eloise was already on her back on the rug; Andy was poised above her on his knees, his prick standing out through the front of his clothes. He bent and began to kiss her stiff-nippled titties, and gripped his cock hard, rolling back the foreskin off the plump, rosy head.
God, have mercy on us! Liz silently implored as she sank to the floor, onto the pillows which Tom had provided ... .
II
HE STOOD ABOVE HER AND TOOK OFF HIS clothes, wanting her to watch him. And she did.
She let herself forget Andy and Eloise now. They were going to screw, so let them. She would get hers and, oh, how she needed it! She wanted this exciting man's big prick so strongly that she could taste it!
She was going to see it in just a moment. As he struggled with his tie and shirt, she gazed at the hump in the front of his trousers, where his prick was restrained by two thicknesses of close-fitting cloth.
Unconsciously, as she gazed at that hump, her hand slid down over her belly, which was tightly sheathed in thin nylon panties. Beneath the panties, she felt the band of her garter belt. Now, below that, there was nothing between the sheer nylon and her flesh. She stroked farther, into her pubic area. Her thighs yawned wider ...
Tom gazed down at her in abject lust. Jesus, what a cunt! he thought as he visually licked at the puffy lips which were clearly delineated through the sheer silken panty-crotch. Where the fabric was moist all the way through, it stuck to her cunt and was almost transparent. Her profuse black hairs curled away from the split and formed a rich tuft above.
Her hand slid into her crotch and, as he watched, stroked it, pressing the nylon against the cunt lips. Liz's eyes continued to stare at his pants-front; she hadn't once looked at his face; she wasn't even thinking of the fact that he was watching her caress herself.
A fingertip sought out her throbbing clitoris and stimulated the little erection shamelessly, causing her cunt to open more. Rich rosiness gleamed through her pale pants.
Tom undressed more rapidly, bending now and tossing off first one shoe, then the other.
Andy was having a field day with Eloise's tits. His curling, swabbing tongue stimulated the nipples to a state of tingling tight congestion which made them feel as if they might explode. At the same time, his hands rubbed her titties this way and that, up and down, and around in lazy circles, sometimes causing a nipple to slide out of his mouth, then back in again.
Eloise, her eyes nearly closed as she floated on a cloud of erotic-alcoholic euphoria, stroked Andy's cock ... slowly, not gripping it too hard now. Occasionally she would let her hand glide all the way into his pants and shorts, and she would fondle his hair-covered balls.
He suctioned up a nipple and nibbled at it with the edges of his teeth.
"Oh, God ... oh, shit ... " she whined, and writhed on the carpet.
She didn't need pillows when she screwed on the floor. She liked that firm surface under her bounding ass-a surface as hard underneath the carpet as a man's cock was hard under the soft skin that covered it.
Andy's cock had more skin on it than Tom's. He was circumcised. Eloise rather liked a man with foreskin; there was more for her to play with.
Now Tom pulled his jockey shorts away, and his big meat sprang out and slightly upward. It quivered as more blood rushed into it, swelling the huge bulbous head and making it a deep reddish-purple.
Oh, God! Liz thought. It's bigger than Andy's! It was the biggest one she had ever seen, or at least that was the way it appeared to her at the moment.
"Hurry ... hurry..." she moaned.
Tom dropped to his knees on the rug beside her. As he did so, he cast a final glance at Andy and Eloise, to satisfy himself that they were indeed going all the way.
The way his hot wife was pumping the young man's prick left little doubt of the outcome of their dalliance. No man could zip up his pants and go home after that-at least, not when there was eager cunt available in front of him.
Tom took hold of the top of Liz's panties and slowly drew them down, baring the band of her garter belt, then her creamy belly, now her black pubes and the luscious flesh-pudding in her crotch. He pulled her panties inside out along her thighs, and off over her feet, removing her shoes at the same time.
Liz's legs immediately yawned, her knees flexed.
Tom growled his pleasure at the sight of her drooling rosy cunt, which bisected her black curly forest of pubic hair. He placed his palms against the inner surfaces of her thighs, just above her stocking tops. He rubbed the firm satiny flesh. His fingers curled around the tops of her thighs and squeezed them as he pressed her legs farther open. He had them now as open as they could get, and he dived.
His mouth landed just above the top of her right nylon. He licked and nibbled. Liz moaned.
He turned to her opposite thigh, lightly kissed it above her stocking, and began slowly to lick upward on the satiny flesh. The scent of her was exhilarating in the extreme--a wild, stimulating mixture of perfume and fresh cunt-juice. He raised his face slightly and gazed at her gash at close range. His mouth watered and his nostrils dilated as he watched the glistening pearls of moisture roll along the rosy lips. Her inner slit was open, flaring as much as it could by itself. How easily his prick would slide in there! How she wanted it!
Liz couldn't think. Her mind was a raging inferno of lust. She couldn't remember when she had ever been so hot.
She squirmed against the pillow which supported her ass.
Tom bent his head again and nibbled some more at an inner thigh. His mouth slid with agonizing slowness toward her throbbing twat.
God, make him suck it! she mentally implored. Make him stick his tongue way inside! Make him lick my love-tip!
If the prayer got through to God, He most-likely wasn't shocked. Such prayers were not uncommon when women were in heat, just as countless men had prayed for a sucking female mouth around their peckers.
However, God did not answer Liz's prayer. Not immediately, that is. Before Tom's mouth reached her pussy, he lifted his head.
He told her huskily, "Let's get your bra off. I want to suck your titties."
She moaned in acquiescence and rolled onto her side, giving him access to her bra hooks. She wanted to have her titties sucked, though she dearly wanted her cunt sucked even more.
Tom opened her bra and peeled it away. She slopped onto her back as he drew the cups off her bulging boobs, and they floated back and forth atop hor rib cage, quivering, their nipples full and rigidly erect. Those tips were rosy with desire.
He drove his face against one of the mounds, and it felt like an air pillow as he mashed his open mouth to it. The air pillow's inflation stem was in his mouth, stabbing at his tongue. He fastened his lips around it and lapped with his tongue as he sucked, seeking to draw air out of the pillow instead of blowing it in. But there was no air in Liz's tit. His drawing at the nipple produced nothing but erotic enjoyment ... and that was only great!
He let the first titty go and slid his mouth onto her other one. They were marvelously firm. He worked the first one in his hand, kneading and rubbing it as he sucked on the other nipple.
"Uuh!" Liz moaned. "God! Oh, I love it!"
She reached blindly for his cock, caught the swaying monster, and slid her hand down along it until she reached his bunched-up balls. She plucked at them and pulled at the hairs as he sucked one of her nipples and twiddled the other jutting stem with his fingertips.
Andy had slid Eloise's pants off by now and was confronted by as hairless a cunt as he had ever seen in his life. He didn't know how she had accomplished this, but she had somehow managed to shave every little tendril. And it was such a close, smooth job that he really couldn't tell what her natural hair color was.
"You minx," he growled. "You like to keep secrets, don't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your pussy's so smooth, I can't tell if you're a redhead, a blonde, or what."
"You'll never know," she told him, her green eyes glowing like washed emeralds.
She slid her hands down to her crotch and manipulated the soft flesh at her groin. This drew the large lips of her pussy farther open. He could see everything in the trough of flesh-her clit, her pisser, her cock-slit which gaped.
"Wanta kiss it?" she asked.
"Maybe later," he said huskily.
He did kiss pussies sometimes. He had kissed Liz'sperhaps not as often as she would have liked, but every once in a while. And he had kissed a few others. But screwing was his way to go-straight humping, in the cunt, hard and steady until he came.
He was ready for Eloise now.
He shifted position until he was crouching between her legs. She touched his up-thrust cock again and gazed at it. It was not quite as large as Tom's (when Tom's was in good working order) but it certainly seemed an efficient tool.
"Give me a lot," she told Andy. "I need all a man has to give.'. '
"I'll make you cry uncle," he boasted and tilted his rod down to her soft hairless hole.
He thrilled as her pussy lips claimed the tip of it. He pressed, and the thrill became intense as he slid slowly into her ... inch after throbbing inch. She absorbed his entire cock, until his balls rested against her crotch. Her vagina was slick around him, though not as snug as Liz's.
He worked his hands underneath her butt, gripped her rubbery ass cheeks, and squeezed them together, which narrowed her channel and enhanced his stimulation. The elevator in the top of his skull was on a dizzying climb.
Sprawled atop his friend's wife, he gazed across the room to where Tom was kneeling beside Liz, sucking at her titties while she caressed his monstrous cock. Christ, but the man was hung!
Andy didn't feel inferior, though. There wasn't all that much difference between the length of their cocks-maybe an inch at the most. And Andy's certainly wasn't smaller than average. He'd seen enough guys in the buff-in locker rooms and army barracks-to know that. He also knew that the length of a man's pecker was one of the least important things about it, except perhaps in a psychological sense. A small dick could screw as well as a large one-better, in fact, if the women had a shallow cunt. Stiffness and thickness were more important. And more important than either of those factors was the way a man used his rod. Even one that wasn't too stiff could perform a marvelous screw if the man applied it with concentrated, steady pressure against his lady's clitoris as he stroked.
So Andy felt no sense of apprehension as he went to work with Eloise. What he felt was a strange mingling of shock and arousal over the circumstances which paired him with Eloise in the same room where Tom was paired with Liz. He had an almost blinding lust to screw the bald-cunted broad beneath him until she screamed for mercy.
He began with a slow plunging of his prick in and out of her lathered pussy as ho forced her butt cheeks together with his hands.
"Ah!" she said, and writhed, rising and falling with his strokes.
He glanced again at Liz and Tom...
The big man was kissing downward along her body ... nibbling and licking ... His hands stroked the satiny flesh, making it shimmy erotically. He stroked across her garter belt, over the slight, soft curve of her belly and into the top of her black, curly fluff.
"Tom...! " she breathed. Her stockinged legs, steepled, swayed this way and that.
He still refrained from stroking her pussy.
"Roll over," he said and touched her on the hip.
She rolled, presenting her pretty ass to him. The mounds were plump yet tautly rounded, the skin smooth as it could be. Her ass was delectably white, in contrast to her thighs and belly which were regularly exposed to the suri when she wore a bikini.
He stroked her ass lovingly, his long hand spanning most of both cheeks at first, then curving around one and the other separately. He rubbed the cheeks in gentle rotation, then impudently and with suave deftness pinched them apart and looked at her ass-hole.
He let them snap back and gave them a pat, enjoying the way the taut mounds shivered.
He got his face down near them and kissed just below the waistband of her garter belt, licking the lower portion of her spine. She whimpered and writhed. He stroked a buttock gently, then slid his open mouth down onto it, grazing the rubbery globe with his teeth.
She panted heavily, and her ass lifted a little, its cheeks splitting apart.
He slid his parted lips to the other buttock and kissed that one. He licked it and nibbled. She writhed again.
He knew what it would take to really set her on fire, and he wanted to do that. So he pinched her buttocks apart once again and burrowed with his mouth into the crack. His flickering tongue touched her ass-hole quickly several times.
Liz was about to come. She'd never had a man make love to her this way before. Now she was tight as a drawn bow, ready to release its arrow.
But the arrow didn't fly as yet, because Tom quit kissing her ass. He licked down the back of a thigh until he reached her stocking rim, then slid his tongue under the top of the stocking and ran it around her thigh that way until he was stopped by a garter. He gripped the garter strap in his teeth and snapped it lightly against her flesh.
She whimpered.
He straightened up and rolled her onto her back once more. She slid off two of the pillows, and he paused to replace them underneath her ass and her back. Now he moved her thighs widely apart.
God, but she was drooling!
He leaned very close, breathed in the fragrance of her cunt, then touched its opposing lips with his thumbs. He gently drew those moist lips apart. He gazed into her spasming little hole.
The muscles of her vaginal mouth were jumping wildly.
Tom bent and stabbed into the open channel with his tongue-once, twice, three times-then he scrambled forward atop her and sank his huge, thick cock as deeply into her cunt as it would go.
"AaAH!" she exclaimed, coming as he began to move.
He stroked fast and hard, and her orgasm was one of the sharpest and fullest she had ever known. The rolling waves of pleasure kept coming, rocking her deeply. Her pussy grabbed at his pistoning cock again and again, stimulating him intensely. He worked harder.
Now he came, groaning and spurting into her, grinding his hot cock deep...
Andy prolonged his screw of Eloise, wanting to derive every bit of excitement he possibly could. Up on his arms, above her, he stroked as he watched Tom finish with Liz-digging deep, compressing his buttocks, and shaking as his geyser erupted in her cunt. Liz had been climaxing for quite a while, going off like a string of firecrackers-bang, bang, bang.
Eloise had finished, also, but her climax was rather soft. She had drunk too much to experience an intense one, he surmised. Groaning, she had slacked off after the orgasm, and he was forced to move along after that. She did ... harder and faster.
Now he strove to the finish, his dick pumping in and out of her cunt like a racing piston. He kept a hand on one of her tits, and squeezed it viciously as he gave her his final rapid strokes. He made a strangling sound of exultation as his pecker jerked and spewed forth the load from his balls.
It was over.
Andy pushed himself up again and glanced at Tom and Liz. They were both sitting on the pillows, looking his way.
"She's not a bad screw, is she?" Tom grinned, referring to his own wife. Andy said, "No, she's not." He looked at Liz.
She gazed back at him unsmiling, her eyes a little glassy. Her hair was mussed. Her expression contained a touch of defiance, but overshadowing that was what he interpreted as wonderment.
It was understandable. What had just happened in the Bairds' suburban living room was something to wonder at.
Andy pushed himself off Eloise. Strangely, perhaps, he wasn't embarrassed. He hadn't done anything with Tom's wife that Tom hadn't done with his, and they had all done it in the same room, with equal nudity all the way around. So, why should any of them feel ashamed?
But it was a hell of a situation.
Andy got up and stepped to the coffee table to get a cigarette.
Tom joined him. "Want to make a night of it?" he asked quietly as he reached for a smoke. Andy glanced at him. The older man grinned. "Okay," Andy said. "Why not?" "Why don't we all go into the master bedroom?
There's a big bed. The four of us can get on it at the same time."
"All right." Why should Andy draw the line at any thing now? Tom carried a cigarette to Liz.
Eloise was still lying on the floor, but she had pushed herself up on an elbow.
"Want one?" Andy asked her, holding the cigarette humidor.
"Mmmmm," she said.
He took one to her, lit it in his mouth and placed it between her lips.
"What I really need is another drink," she said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He walked nude to the bar to get her one. On his way back, he caught Liz' eye again. Tom was seated beside her, talking quietly, but she was looking at Andy. In the exchange of looks which passed between them, there seemed to be a mutual admission that their marital relationship had entered on a new plane.
After a few minutes, both couples went into the bedroom. Tom drew back the bedspread and covers on the large bed.
"Well, folks," he proposed, "let's make ourselves comfortable."
He drew Liz down onto the bed with him. "Shall we?" Andy asked Eloise. "Sure," she said.
They embraced loosely and sank to the bed together. Andy found himself between Eloise and Liz, with Tom half above Liz, at her other side.
What followed was stranger and further out than what had occurred in the other room, but it seemed to come naturally to everyone, as the fun in the other room had come naturally.
They began to kiss and pet, at first just Eloise with Andy and Tom with Liz. Tom took off Liz's stockings, peeling them slowly down her lovely legs. His kissing mouth followed his hands. Finally, he removed her garter belt, making her nudity complete. Tom continued to browse low on her body, kissing all around.
Andy and Eloise rolled from one position to another, fondling each other freely. Their legs and arms frequently bumped the other couple and, at one point, became entangled with their limbs. Andy's cock gradually regained its strength.
He couldn't help watching his wife and Tom. He managed to do this even as he kissed Eloise and caressed her, accepting her caresses as well. His hand was in her soft crotch, his fingers manipulating the rubbery slick lips of her vulva, and he watched Tom holding Liz by the ass while he sucked lengthily at her titties. She writhed and moaned, her arm striking Andy across the chest.
Andy noticed that Tom's cock was still soft. Huge, but too soft to do its thing. Liz's hands had made a few swipes at it, but Tom had kept twisting around, and she was too drunk with alcohol and passion to pursue him consistently. Also, being female, she naturally expected to receive more than she gave in the lovemaking department.
Andy noted that Tom began gradually working his way lower on Liz's body. Andy and Eloise just rolled and tossed, stroking more or less at random, sometimes grabbing ... kissing and licking, their mouths remaining in the region of each other's upper body. Andy wanted it that way. He didn't really care to go down on the woman-not this woman, not now. He had no idea whether she would go down on him, but he didn't care to press the matter.
Tom was working his way into Liz's brush patch, as he had done before.
Eloise noted that Andy was watching, from his position at the lower edge of the pillow, as Tom snuggled into the vee of Liz's thighs.
"Oh, Tom! Oh, God!" Liz said.
"like to watch?" Eloise murmured to Andy as she kissed him moistly on the face, and he pulled at one of her loose, squidgy breasts.
"Yeah," he growled.
"Let's slide down there."
They slid, curling up in a ball midway between the head and foot of the bed. They were snuggled close to Tom's side, and they could smell Liz's strong arousal-mingled, as it was, with Tom's earlier spendings in her loins.
He hadn't really placed his mouth on her pussy yet. He was nibbling at her hairs, licking through them, and teasing the white, soft flesh of her groin. Now he gripped her lush thighs from underneath and boosted them onto his shoulders. One of Liz's legs struck Andy on the forehead.
Tom turned and grinned. "Sorry, old buddy," he said.
Andy told him, "Think nothing of it."
Eloise giggled and gave Andy's prick a yank.
She kept her hand there now and watched her husband zero in on the woman's cunt. Andy watched with equal fascination. Liz began thrashing wildly.
Tom had her body bent into a bow, her ass curved upward. She locked her legs in back of his head, and his hands slid to her buttocks, grasping them with his thumb j in the crack. He opened that crack as widely as he couid, which also tended to pull her cunt wider open. It was fiery and wet, but there were flecks of white come on it, as well as her own thick juice.
Growling hungrily, Tom dug right in.
Andy pushed down farther on the bed, so as to get a better view. Now he was sighting into his wife's split crotch from under her elevated thigh. He watched Tom's tongue lap over her soft pussy flesh, just the lips of the cunt-up and down. Then Tom licked lower, gobbling up the juices that had dribbled from her quim. He licked to her ass-hole and didn't stop, but proceeded to worm his tongue at the tight little aperture.
Eloise giggled again. Andy became very hot.
Growling once more, Tom gripped Liz's pliant flesh harder and licked up into her cunt, this time lapping deeply. Liz began to toss and twist, bumping into Andy and Eloise with her thigh and hip.
Tom took his tongue out of her vagina and licked up across her clitoris. He tongued that clitty for quite a while, then caught it between his lips to roll it and suck on it.
By now, Liz was beside herself with lust. Suddenly, Tom stopped kissing her and lifted his head.
"Your turn," he said simply. "Suck me off."
"No. Screw me," she begged.
Andy watched and listened in utter fascination.
"Take my prick in your month first," Tom insisted.
She let out a little cry, and, as he stretched out on his back, she scrambled around to bend over his loins. Her hot eyes caught Andy's steady gaze for a moment during this process, but she immediately looked away and concentrated on what she was about to do.
Andy continued to stare as she stroked Tom's sizable prick, which still wasn't bone-hard. Her black hair fell against his loins, and her lips came down moistly around the tip of his dong. It jerked a little.
Now that she had gotten the scent and taste and had decided it wasn't bad-was exciting, even-she slid her mouth the rest of the way down around the knob of his' peter.
"Watch her ... watch her..." Eloise whispered avidly as she pulled at Andy's prick and stroked it.
He was treated to the strangely stimulating but also troubling spectacle of his wife expertly and eagerly sucking the cock of another man. She had sucked Andy's cock a few times when she became very passionate. (He could almost count those occasions on the fingers of one hand.) Here she was sucking a strange man's cock the first time out ... and with Andy watching.
Her head bobbed, her black hair rippling and dancing erotically against Tom's skin. The muscles in her throat were working. Tom groaned and turned his head on the pillow. His eyes were closed.
After watching for a few seconds, Eloise scrambled atop Andy. Her hand fitted his prick to her hot little hole, and the cunt came down slickly around it. The fit wasn't as snug as he would have liked.
He continued to watch Liz suck Tom's cock, as Eloise gyrated atop him, gradually pumping up his passion balloon.
Finally, Liz raised her head with a cry. "Screw me now!" she demanded loudly.
"Get on," Tom groaned.
"No! I wanta be on my back. Take me from on top. Hurry!"
He did as she wished, letting her lie down, then rolling atop her, into the saddle of her splayed thighs. His dick was hard enough now to give her a delightful ride, and it dived right into her steaming cunt. The shaft sank itself all the way to the hairy bunched-up balls at its base.
Tom started to grind and stroke, grunting, his head at the opposite side of Liz's. Eloise kept moving atop Andy, who turned his head on the pillow and gazed into his wife's smoky eyes.
It was weird. In a way, it was good. In another way, he didn't like it. But he was marvelously stimulated ... as were Liz and the Bairds.
The two pumping couples made the bed rock.
III
THERE WAS MORE DRINKING AND SEXING before the night was over. Never once, during the entire time, did Andy and Liz have a chance to talk privately to each other.
When it was time to go home, Liz fell asleep almost as soon as she sat down in the car. Andy had to struggle to keep his eyes open-and the car on the road during the drive to their house.
When he brought the car to a stop in his driveway, Andy nudged his wife. She opened her eyes and looked around. ' "We're home," he said.
"Oh. Mmmmm..." She let her eyes fall closed, and she leaned back against the seat once more. "Come on. Let's get out." She didn't respond.
He grasped her shoulder and gave it a shake. "Liz!" Wake up!" "Oh. Yeah. All right ... "
He got out and walked around the car. She had opened the door but hadn't begun to get out. Her eyelids were fluttering.
Well, there would be no talking to her tonight. He could tell that.
If he was gallant-and not so drunk and tired himself-he would have carried her into the house. But he didn't feel gallant in the least, and, anyway, he could hardly move.
He leaned into the car and grasped her arm. "Come on, Liz, doddammit."
"Uuh," she said, and made the effort to climb out.
He closed the door and helped support her as they walked to the side door of their ranch-style home. He fumbled for his keys and made several stabs at the keyhole before he got the key into it.
They went directly to the bedroom, and Liz flopped onto the bed, fully clothed. She rolled onto her side and drew her knees up slightly.
He thought about undressing her, then decided to hell with it. He stripped to his shorts and tumbled in beside her. The lamps on her vanity table remained burning, but this didn't seem to bother them. Both fell immediately into an exhausted, alcoholic sleep.
When Andy awoke, he was aware first of a throbbing headache. His eyes hurt when he opened them to the light streaming in through the bedroom windows.
He turned painfully on the pillow and discovered that Liz wasn't beside him. He blinked and lay still for a few moments, listening. He heard nothing. Now he stretched farther, groaned from the discomfort of it, and focused on the clock which stood on Liz's night table.
Shit, it was almost eleven o'clock! But it was Sunday, so that was all right.
He tried to sit up, groaned and fell back. He listened some more, wondering where his wife was. He didn't hear anything.
Had she gotten up, gotten dressed and walked out on him? Was that possible?
The answer of course was yes. Anything was possible after the kind of night they had spent. But if she had left him, it would be completely unfair. What had happened wasn't his fault.
Was it hers?
That required a little thought. If she hadn't let Tom get cozy with her, he would never have made a play for Eloise. She wasn't all that great.
He tried to weigh the rights and wrongs of what had happened and to be completely fair. But with his head thumping, he could hardly have solved a third grade arithmetic problem, let alone a complex question of ethics.
One thing was certain: Liz was at least as much to blame as he was.
And how about Tom and Eloise Baird! What pigs! Before last night, Andy hadn't suspected they would carry on that way. And he knew Tom pretty well, having worked with him for over eight months and visited in his home a couple of times.
The need to piss forced Andy to make the supreme effort and get out of bed. His head started to spin lazily, and the throbbing increased. He felt his way along the edge of the bed and across the room to the adjoining bath.
Liz wasn't there. He still hadn't heard her.
He walked up to the John, pulled his peter out of his shorts, and pissed. The urine streamed out of him until it seemed that he had peed a gallon. He felt better. Pushing the flush handle of the toilet, he turned and weaved back into the bedroom.
He stopped and looked at the bed, then at the clock. Shit, he would have to get dressed. Aspirin and a shower would help.
He returned to the bathroom, took the aspirin bottle out of the medicine cabinet and shook two, then three of the white tablets in, pulled a paper cup out of the wall dispenser and drew some water. Several gulps chased the aspirin down.
He cleared his throat and looked at himself in the mirror.
Oh, God!
He turned away and opened the stall shower and took off his shorts. He turned on the spray, adjusted it for temperature and volume, then stepped in.
Gradually he did feel better as the tepid water streamed down over him and the aspirin took hold. The improvement of his physical condition only made it possible for him to think more intently about last night, however, and this added to his troubled state. He still was unable to reach any firm conclusion.
He was a little more steady on his feet when he emerged from the shower. He toweled himself and walked nude into the bedroom. He found a robe and slipped it on. Belting the tie, he headed into the hall, in search of Liz.
He found her in the kitchen, seated at the table and staring at a cup of black coffee. She was fully dressed. "Well ... ? " he said.
She glanced up at him. "God, I was so drunk last night." "I guess we all were."
He found a cup and carried it to the percolator, which stood on the tile drain board next to the sink. He poured the coffee and carried it to the table.
"I was really out of my head," Liz said.
"Were you?" He sat down.
She kept looking at her cup from which steam was lazily curling. "I don't remember everything that happened, but I remember enough to know I was very drunk."
"You didn't act that drunk."
Slowly her gaze lifted to his.
"I mean," he explained, "you seemed to know what you were doing."
"Is that how I acted-as if I knew what I was doing?"
He forced a shallow grin. "Let's not play games, okay? You screwed Tom and I had his wife. What's more, we enjoyed it."
She colored a little. "Maybe you did!"
"Bullshit, baby!" he exclaimed. "You enjoyed yourself, too."
"Oh, you're sure of that, are you?"
"Damned right! I was watching you rather closely."
"And you think the whole thing was my fault?"
"No. Not the whole thing. Oh, hell, Liz ... let's not talk about fault. I don't know if anybody was at fault, really. We did what we wanted to do at the moment, and I guess no one was hurt."
She studied him.
He picked up his coffee, took a slow slip and made a face.
When he glanced at her again, she was looking down, moving the cup on the table top.
"I was drunk," she said carefully. "Very drunk. I'm not responsible for what happened. I didn't want it. Good Lord, Tom is old enough to..."
"Old enough to give you what you needed," Andy said. "Jesus, but that guy was oral!"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I think we should," he answered quickly. "I think we should talk it all out." He lifted his cup again and took a larger sip this time.
She was watching him when he looked up. He forced another smile.
"That swapping was something else," he said. "Especially when all of us went at it in the same bed. Christ!"
"You liked it," she accused.
His expression turned vicious. "Damned right. And so did you." "No!" "Yes!"
They stared at each other.
"You wanted it to happen," he said. "You went along with it from the start. You enjoyed yourself. Don't try to cop out now."
"How about you?" she shot back. "Oh, the way you were going after Eloise!"
"Sure. After I saw you let Tom feel you up. What did you think I was going to do-play the part of the only puritan in the house?"
"Puritan!" She laughed bitterly. "You were sure a far cry from that."
"So were you. So where does it leave us? That's what I want to discuss."
"Well, I don't!" she huffed and started to stand.
He grasped her arm. "Stay here. Damn it, if I want to talk, we're going to talk!"
He didn't often get tough with her this way. She blinked and went limp in the chair. He withdrew his hand.
"That's more like it," he said. "Now ... you wanted to ball with Tom and you did it. I went along, too. I admit that. And I enjoyed myself."
"You're still putting most of the blame on me," Liz argued, "and that isn't fair. I tell you, I was stoned!"
"Were you stoned when you went to bed with Roger Ford?"
His throwing of that name at her after all this time stunned Liz.
"Well, were you?" he demanded.
"How dare you! We agreed we would never talk about him again."
He laughed a little bitterly. "All bets are off now. This is a new ball game."
"Then, how about Sally Turner?"
"Let's talk about Roger first," he insisted. "That day I came home early and caught you with him..."
It was ten months ago, on a lazy spring afternoon, when Andy came home unexpectedly from a field meeting and found his wife with the other man.
Roger was a friend of them both, which made it just that much more sticky.
Up to that point in their three-year marriage, Andy had believed-or perhaps assumed was the better word-that Liz had been completely faithful. Before they were engaged, she had screwed others, but they had agreed this didn't matter.
Catching her with Roger Ford, on the bed where she and Andy made love nearly every night, was an altogether different kettle of fish.
Andy had entered the house quietly. When he didn't find Liz in the kitchen or living room, he assumed she was in the bedroom tidying up or getting dressed after her customary afternoon bath. He decided to have some fun by surprising her in there, so he didn't call out, but crept down the hall without making a sound.
As he approached the open bedroom doorway, there were sounds to be heard-passionate, lustful sounds coming from the bedroom.
He stopped in his tracks and listened.
Liz was murmuring, "Oh, what a beautiful cock ... so stiff and long ... I love it. . . "
"You made it stiff-these beautiful titties of yours and this butt that seemed to belong in my hands. God, Liz, I've wanted you for so long!"
Andy recognized the man's voice immediately, and the realization that this man was one of his best friends filled him with rage. But he didn't rush into the bedroom and lunge at Roger's throat. Andy wasn't an animalistic person who reacted on the most basic level.
Besides, there was curiosity mingled with his anger ... and sexual arousal, too. His wife was in bed with another man, and his wife was a very exciting woman. Perhaps some husbands would have been blind to this fact in these circumstance, but Andy wasn't, even though he was angry.
He moved closer to the door and listened more intently.
"Mmmmm, it makes me shiver," Liz said, still referring to Roger's cock. "I stroke it like this with my hand and imagine it's inside me."
"It wants to be inside you," Roger said. "Look at it quiver."
"It's jerking! Oh, Roger..."
There were the sounds of mouth kissing.
Andy edged closer.
"How does this make you feel?" Roger whispered huskily after the kiss had ended.
"Warm," Liz murmured. "Oh ... hot! That finger ... there! Right there! God, that's right on my button."
"A cute little button it is."
"Keep touching it," she panted. "Yes! Oh, God! ... oh, I need a hard pounding."
"You'll get a hard pounding, baby," he promised, his voice assuming a deeper, stronger tone. It was evident that he was about to mount her. "You're gonna get all my prick inside you."
"I want it!" Liz stated in a most emphatic way.
"Now?"
"Yes, now!" She panted.
Andy heard the bed creak. He eased up to the door jamb and looked into the room.
His line of vision proceeded over a foot-corner of the bed and across it to the opposite head-corner. He had an excellent point of vantage to observe everything that happened, without being seen by either of the participants.
Andy's cock hardened as Roger Ford mounted his wife. He gazed at Liz with her knees up and her thighs split wide. Her moist, rosy cU'nt gaped in its forest of black curls. Roger, completely nude, was swinging to position between her legs. His cock, high and stiff, bobbed and swayed.
Liz's hands grasped it, aiming at her hungry hole.
Andy stared, fascinated, as Roger's cock nudged into that soft rosy orifice and gradually sank into Liz's lathered depths. He gazed at the expression on his wife's face-it was one of abject lust.
Damn her! he thought. Oh, damn that beautiful bitch!
Andy's cock stood high in his pants, pushing against the cotton broadcloth of his shorts, as Roger's cock went into action inside Liz. Andy's throat was tight; he still pounded with rage. But he continued to stand where he was and watch in erotic fascination.
Roger's naked rump circled and bounded between Liz's steepled legs. Now she lifted those legs and knotted them over his back. Her moist, black-fringed pussy moved up and down the pumping prick. As the prick pulled out, Andy could see his wife's rosy cunt lips turn outward with it; as the rod sank, it drew those cunt lips along.
From the way Liz's twat reached eagerly for the man's prick-lunges, it was clear that the illicit bedroom ball had been as much her doing as his. This was no case of an unscrupulous male taking advantage of a naive, trusting woman.
Liz's eyes were gently closed, her expression rapt as she twisted and turned, her lush lips parted and panting. Roger screwed her slowly, powerfully and well, taking as much time as the act required, but not dragging it.
Midway through, he began to talk ... and she replied gaspingly:
"What a ... wonderful ... warm little ... cunt," he breathed in time with his plunges.
"Oh, it loves your prick," she told him.
"I love ... to screw you."
"I love your screwing ... oh, Roger! Screw me! Screw me! Split me ... right in two!" He moved harder.
Andy's prick was so stiff and throbbing that it almost pained him. But he didn't touch it. As he perversely enjoyed the spectacle of his wife writhing beneath this other man and eagerly accepting his cock, he thought of what this meant to their future, and what it suggested about their past. It seemed to imply that he hadn't done a proper job of satisfying her, and yet she had always been passionate with him, and she had never complained afterward or acted as if she hadn't reached a satisfying orgasm. He would never feel just the same toward her again. He would know she was harboring thoughts and wishes-illicit cravings-which she never spoke to him about. They couldn't possibly be as close to each other as they used to be.
What about Roger? What price would he pay for this?
The embarrassment of being caught and confronted in the midst of his sin. That was all. Andy wasn't the sort to beat up another man. Anyway, he wasn't at all sure he could take Roger, even after catching him in a weakened, screwed-out state.
No. There would be no fight. Andy would simply order him out of the house, and they would most-likely never speak again.
Andy continued to watch, fascinated, as Roger screwed Liz harder and harder, making the innerspring mattress sigh and the bed's fittings creak.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, God, oh!" Liz cried, and Andy knew she was having it.
Did she look that way when she climaxed with him? He tried to remember. When he gazed down at her face, at close range, it seemed different ... but maybe that was because he was intimately involved. Now that he viewed the spectacle as a bystander, it made quite a difference.
Roger finished with a grinding thrust and an almost-brutal cry of lust. His hard buttocks compressed, and they jerked several times as he emptied his lust into Liz's cunt.
Then it was all over. The two participants ... and the bed ... were quiet. Andy was left standing there with a massive hard-on, breathing heavily, his throat tight and perspiration dotting his forehead, though the day was not at all that warm.
He forced himself to step into the bedroom right then, just as he was.
Liz saw him first. She gasped, clutched Roger and froze for a moment. Then she tried frantically to get him off her or to slide out from under him.
Roger turned. His face was an interesting study. Andy might have laughed if he weren't so caught up in hate, arousal and consternation over the fact that Liz had treated him this way.
As a result of Liz's pushing and a sudden lurch on Roger's part, he fell off her and she scooted to the edge of the bed. She stood up and-humorously, it seemed to Andy-pulled a sheet in front of her as she confronted him. It was okay for Roger to see her stripped ... and to screw her, for that matter ... but it was indecent for her to face her husband without cover.
Roger bounded to his feet, also. He didn't attempt to hide his nakedness.
Andy said, "This is something I would never have expected." He gazed accusingly at Liz and paid no attention to her illicit lover.
She became defiant, tossing her hair back and lifting her head high. "All right! It was wrong, but you know why I did it."
"No," he said. "I don't."
"Oh, don't you? Think hard. Remember the other night, when you were working late..." A look of grim satisfaction came over her face.
He thought, My God! How could she have known?
She answered his unspoken question:
"I woke up during the night. You were uncovered. You had lipstick smears on your body. Do you want me to tell you where they were?"
He stood dumbly. The situation had neatly been turned. A few moments ago, he had been the accuser and Liz had stood convicted of infidelity. Now she was accusing him, and he had no defense.
"The lipstick was on your belly," she declared, "and lower than that. You had yourself quite a time with that woman, whoever she was."
Andy looked at Roger.
Roger grinned apologetically. "I'm sorry, old man. This is a hell of a thing. I wouldn't have had you walk in on us this way for anything in the world."
"Sure," Andy said dryly. All the righteous wrath had left him, along with his erotic arousal.
Liz, now faintly triumphant, drew the sheet close about her and walked to the bathroom. She closed the door.
Andy stared after her for a moment, neither he nor Roger moving or speaking. Then he turned and left the room. He left the house and climbed into his car. He drove to a nearby bar and began to drink.
The next day, when he and Liz talked it over, they made a pact: The event of the day before and his affair with a girl at his office-one Sally Tanner-would both be forgotten, on the condition that neither of them would step out again.
He even quit the firm where he had been working and took a new job. But he didn't keep his part of the bargain for long. Less than three months later, he was involved with another woman.
Now for all he knew, Liz was screwing around with other men during the same period. She had certainly taken to Tom eagerly enough...
"So you see," he said, "We're both a couple of screw-arounds at heart. We may as well admit it. But from now on, instead of screwing around individually, let's do it together."
"Wh-what do you mean?" She blinked.
"Swap with other couples, like we did last night. The Bairds were looking for that kind of fun, and there must be others. There probably are a lot of them. I understand there are clubs that a couple can join."
She raised her head haughtily. "Oh, no!"
"Well, we're going to do something. There's to be no more pretense of fidelity, now that we each know what the other is like. That would be stupid and it would never work."
"You're saying, in other words, that you want to play with other women," she accused.
"Sure. Just like you want to play with other men, whether you're honest enough to admit it or not."
They stared at each other.
Liz couldn't deny that her husband had spoken the truth. And the idea of more swapping appealed to her, though she felt she couldn't come out and say so. But she didn't want to join a swappers' club. What had happened with Tom and Eloise was all right; a club would be too impersonal ... and risky.
"The club is out," she said.
"All right. I think there are better ways, anyhow. Maybe Tom has some ideas."
"You're going to talk with Tom about it?" She acted shocked.
"Why not? He saw us as we really were last night-why, shouldn't we talk about it?"
"Well, we have to be careful. If any of the women I know in this neighborhood were to find out. . . "
"Don't worry. I wouldn't want our neighbors to know, either."
"You think Tom and Eloise may have some other friends who swap?"
"Maybe. The way they acted last night, I doubt if we're their first playmates."
"It seems ... so depraved," Liz said.
"No more depraved than you screwing Roger."
"Or you screwing Sally?"
"All right."
It was rather refreshing, Andy decided, to have everything out in the open at last.
"As a matter-of-fact," he went on, "swapping is less depraved than just cheating around. This way there are no lies, no deception, and each of us has an equal amount of fun."
She turned away. "Talk with Tom if you want to," she said softly.
"And you'll play the game with me?"
There was only a short pause before she answered, "Yes."
IV
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, MONDAY, ANDY entered Tom's private office.
The older man looked up from his desk and smiled broadly. "Come in, Andy. Have a chair."
Andy closed the door behind him and advanced to the visitor's chair beside the desk. He felt a little uneasy.
Tom, on the other hand, was sure of himself. He showed no disposition to avoid talking about Saturday night's party at his house. In fact, he brought the subject up before Andy had a chance to do so.
The older man leaned back in his leather swivel chair. "No bad effects from the other night, I hope," he grinned.
"None," Andy affirmed. "In fact, Liz and I enjoyed ourselves a great deal."
Tom grinned stronger. "That's what I wanted to hear! We'll do it again soon."
"Fine. By the way, was that the first time for you and Eloise?"
"Hell, no. We've swapped a dozen times or more, with about half that many couples."
Andy was amazed and pleased.
"We've been at it for the last year or so," Tom added.
"Do you belong to a club or something?"
Tom shook his head. "Eloise wanted to join one, but I couldn't see that. There was too much chance of getting fouled up."
"Liz and I feel the same way about it."
"Oh, so you two have talked it over!"
"Yes. We decided we wanted to swap some more ... but we weren't sure how to make an approach, or with whom. I thought you might give me some pointers."
Tom grinned again. "You shouldn't have any problem, buddy-with such a hot wife to offer in trade."
It occurred to Andy that he should take exception to the remark, but he didn't. Clearly, he and Tom enjoyed a new and special relationship which permitted them to discuss each other's wives freely and without offense.
Andy said, "I can't just walk up to a guy on the street and say, 'I've got a hot wife to trade-how about it?'"
"Of course not. Anyway, you wouldn't want to. He might be married to a dog. "Then...? "
"The best approach," Tom said, "is the one Eloise and I took with you and Liz. Invite another couple over to your house; get as chummy as you can; let the booze flow freely ... and if the guy looks good to Liz and his wife looks good to you, move in."
"Oh, sure. And maybe get a punch in the mouth. You know, Tom, I might have slugged you the other night when you started feeling Liz up."
"But you didn't," Tom grinned wisely. "And the reason you didn't was because you were hot to screw Eloise. You see, that's the clincher."
"Eloise wanted me to. What if another guy's wife doesn't?"
"Then it's tough titty. But that's one of the risks you take. You have to proceed carefully at first, and make sure Liz does her part. That's the most important move in the game."
"How about the couples you and Eloise have been swapping with? Do you think they'd be interested in some added action?"
"Probably. But I doubt that you would care for them. Most of them are older."
"Well, it's a way to start."
"I have a better idea," Tom said.
"Let's hear it."
"You know Jerry Naylor with Sherwood Builders, don't you?"
"Yeah, I've met him."
Tom's eyes twinkled. "Have you ever seen his wife?" Andy shook his head.
"She's got tits that won't quit-even bigger than Liz's. And what an ass! She can damned near give you a hard-on from just watching her walk down the street."
Andy grinned. "You make her sound pretty choice."
"She is, man. And if I'm any judge, she and Jerry are swingers."
"You mean, you think they swap?"
"I think they would. A swinger can be either an actual or potential swapper."
"I don't know," Andy said. "It's risky to approach someone we do business with."
"Not if you pick your man and go about it carefully. And the fact that we do business with him can have an added plus. We ought to do more business with Sherwood than we do. You know, it wouldn't hurt your standing with the company if you could haul in some extra orders from them."
"Well, that's a side issue as far as I'm concerned. But if Jerry's wife is a sexpot, I might see what can be done."
"She's the sexiest." Tom paused and added, "If all goes well with the Naylors, you might work Eloise and me in on the next party. Christ, I'd like to get a piece of that crazy blonde."
"I'll give Jerry a call," Andy said thoughtfully, "and suggest we get together for lunch."
"Sure. Why not? And you just might arrange to take Liz with you. As the old Jewish woman said about the chicken soup ... it wouldn't hurt."
Andy grinned. "Combining business and pleasurethat's pretty good if it works."
"It's the only way to fly!"
Tom beamed in satisfaction. Andy had picked up on this even more readily than he had hoped.
That night, Andy turned to his wife in bed. He placed his hand against her warm, soft belly and slid it upward, on top of her nylon nightgown, until he had hold of a round, firm breast.
"How about it?" he inquired.
She hesitated before she replied, "All right," and her tone was less than overly enthusiastic.
He believed he understood. It was to be expected that there would be some tension between them now. He hadn't touched her since the swapfest of the other night, and she was no doubt wondering how she would react and how he would react to her. He wondered the same thing, but he was determined to find out and to deal with any problem that might exist. Swapping was all well and good as sexual sport, but he and Liz were married mates who were going to spend a lifetime together. He loved her. He didn't want any other woman in the way he wanted her, and he believed she felt the same about him.
He kneaded her full titty with tenderness and felt the nipple rise under the thin nylon which covered it.
He slid his thumb and forefinger to the spike-like crest and pinched it through the sheer cloth.
"Mmmmm," he said. "Your breasts are so much nicer than Eloise's."
"Do you really think so?"
"Of course. Hers are too soft and loose."
Liz thought of saying that Tom seemed to like her titties, too. But she didn't.
"Let's get the top of this nightie down," Andy suggested.
She lifted her shoulder as he drew the strap away, and her beautiful breast popped into the open. There was a soft light in the room, which enhanced the creamy whiteness of the globe and caused the crinkly aureole and risen nipple to appear even more delectable than usual.
He stroked the nipple slowly, bending it back and forth.
"Oh, that gets to me," she said. "I'm glad."
He caught the nipple in a gentle pincers-grip and tugged upward on it, shimmying the white surrounding flesh.
"Suck it?" Liz asked.
He bowed his head and snaked his wet tongue around the little rosy shaft, tickling the coarse but sensitive flesh of the aureole. Then gently he sucked the nipple into his mouth and laved it with his tongue as he drew lingeringly on it.
Warm thrills spread through the breast and beyond, throughout Liz's body. Her anxiety drained away. She was responding to Andy as always. She could relax and swing with it now.
He slipped the other side of her nightie down and placed his warm, wet mouth around the crest of her other tit. While he sucked gently, he wobbled the full, round titty with his hand. Liz moaned. His cock fattoned voluptuously to become a thick, hard battering ram of lust. Liz felt it against her thigh, and she reached down to take it in her hand. Her delicate fingers rolled the foreskin away from the swollen head, and she teased the head with a fluttering touch.
Andy growled and slid lower on Liz's body, drawing her nightgown along. He turned at right angles to her, so that his prick would not be out of range of her grasp.
He rubbed her pliant belly through the flimsy bunched nylon, then drew the nylon further along. She raised her hips, and he pulled it out from under them. He drew it along her thighs and past her knees.
The dark tangled beauty of her sexual zone lured him, and he ruffled the thick bed of curls with his hand. Liz kicked her nightie off and parted her legs for him, drawing one knee up and to the side.
The faint aroma of her sexual need drifted to his nostrils. He leaned closer. His thumbs stroked the soft, rubbery lips of her pussy and gradually eased them apart. Her inner meat was rosy, moist and succulent. He leaned closer still, aiming his rear toward the head of the bed.
Perhaps subconsciously he was remembering what Liz had done for Tom the other night-the fellatio-and he was hoping she would do as much for him right now.
He breathed in the intoxicating essence of her pussy, then blew lightly into the gash which he was holding open. Liz moaned and writhed.
Her hand stroked him more avidly, plucking at his balls as well as caressing his sturdy shaft. Her fingers trailed through his ass crack, tickling him around the anus, then returned to his genitals.
He lowered his mouth fully against her cunt and fastened his lips to the slippery soft folds of her vulva. He gently sucked and dipped his tongue into her slit; he withdrew his tongue, sucked some more and tongued her again.
He could hear her crying softly, as if from a great distance away. Her satin thighs rustled against his head, her belly moving voluptuously against his cunt-kisses.
He turned his body more, as he continued kissing her, and now his ass was very close to her face. He was waiting for a sign from her, and it came in the form of a tugging on his stiff cock.
He raised the knee which was closest to her body and swung it high over her, far enough so that it would land at her other side. He kept sucking and tonguing her pussy all the time, supporting the weight of his upper body on his splayed elbows. He backed up a little, keeping his ass high in the air.
"Oh, darling..." he heard her moan. "Oh, yes, darling...! "
She tugged his cock down, and he lowered his pelvis. He thrilled as her soft lips enclosed the end of his dong.
He and Liz had sixty-nined a couple of times, but not recently. This proved to be the best time of all. He hunched hotly down into the nest which was formed by her belly and thighs, and she held his cock pointed into her mouth. She sucked on it as if it were a candy cane, fondling and plucking at his taut balls, also.
His nose nestled close to her ass-hole, and there was just the faintest scent of that hole's function which tinged the essence of her arousal and the sweetness of the perfume she wore. He licked into her cunt voraciously and gobbled her slick, warm honey.
The more ardently he licked her, the more passionately her mouth responded around his prick. She bumped up and down beneath him. He began gently to pump his cock in and out between her lips.
The sensation was thrillingly good!
He didn't want to reach a climax like this, however. It would shock her to have his come gush into her throat-that had never happened-and he was afraid she wouldn't like it. It might even turn her against cocksucking, which would inhibit their future happiness and cramp their style as swappers, too. (Even in the midst of this exciting dalliance with his wife, Andy was still thinking in the back of his mind about the swaps which were to come.)
When he neared the limit of his endurance, he reared his ass in the air, pulling his cock from between his wife's sucking lips, and he quit eating her meat. He twisted quickly around to place himself in the conventional position, above her.
His cock needed no guidance into her wet and very open quim. Her warm, yearning flesh enclosed it and she began to rock and rotate immediately, even before he could establish a rhythm.
"Come on, daddy..." she panted, her full tits quivering as she gyrated. "Screw me hard. Pump me with your big stiff prick. Oh, shit, how I need it!"
Liz didn't often become so very blunt in the voicing of her needs. Her use of the word shit was practically unheard of during sex.
Andy responded by screwing her fast and hard, as she had demanded. He pumped her with all the furious exultation of a male in the grip of horny lust, and she responded like the complete female she was.
The result was thoroughly satisfying for both of them as they quaked and undulated in a strong mutual orgasm that welded them into a single physical unit and merged their souls in shared ecstasy.
This blissful screwing, and the oral sex which had preceded it, seemed to bode well for their future as swappers. If one little swap with the Bairds could enhance their enjoyment of each other this much, think of how much closer they would be from now on, as they went on to practice swapping with new coupled. It promised to revitalize their lives!
Andy talked with her, as they lay in bed afterward, about setting up a tentative swap date with the Naylors. After he had described Jerry to her, she was all in favor of the idea, and she agreed to accompany him when he met Jerry for lunch ... at a time to be determined when he called the other man. Her presence would have to seem as if it had developed spontaneously at the last minute, which would be easily arranged.
"I'm really excited about what we're going to do," she said, feeling that she could be frank about her feelings now.
"It's going to be a groove, as the kids say. A real groove!"
She laughed gently with him and they hugged.
V
JERRY NAYLOR WAS BOYISHLY HANDSOME, with dark hair closely cropped, a surfer's tan, and a trimly muscular build. He was perhaps a year or two younger than Andy. He was regarded as something of a whiz kid in the local construction industry-as smart and competent as he was sharp in appearance.
He and Andy were talking business in a smart mid-town restaurant when Andy suddenly looked up, smiled and rose to his feet.
Jerry twisted his head to follow the direction of Andy's gaze. At first, his expression was inquisitive, but he quickly switched it to a smile that outshone Andy's. He took his feet, also.
"So you decided to take that shopping tour after all?" Andy said to Liz as she arrived at the booth. "I hope it isn't costing us too much."
"Ask me how much I've spent and I'll spend some more." She smiled at Jerry.
"Darling, this is Jerry Naylor," Andy said. "Jerry, I want you to meet my wife, Liz. I told her we would be having lunch here, in case she decided to come into town to do some shopping."
"How nice that she did! I'm glad to know you, Liz." "I'm happy to know you, Jerry. Andy has talked about you."
She extended her gloved hand and he took it warmly.
"Why don't you slide in here between us," Andy suggested as he stepped out of the booth.
As she did so, Jerry's eyes were on her. She wore a dark dress which was very chic, and it fit her delightfully. Andy caught the eye of the waitress and signaled her to come over.
"You're ready for another drink, aren't you, Jer?" Andy asked as he sat down.
"I'll go again," the other man replied.
"Three martinis," Andy told the girl when she arrived at their table. "Extra dry."
The conversation switched from business to general topics in which Liz had an interest equal to that of the men. Jerry could hardly take his eyes off her and, for once, Andy wasn't jealous of another man's obvious interest in his wife. He kept remembering what Tom had said about Jerry's wife-the big tits and the ass that could give a man a hard-on just from looking at it.
Liz was at her best-charming, vivacious, subtly seductive. She made expert use of her long dark lashes, and her voice was modulated at a pitch which was just above the bedroom level. She managed, also, to sit as close to Jerry as she could, without being obvious about it. Andy imagined that under the table their knees touched occasionally.
After a while, Andy said, "Jerry, why don't you and your wife drop in our place this weekend-we could have a few drinks and all get better acquainted."
"I'd like that," he said, looking at Liz.
"How about Saturday?" she asked quickly.
"Great!"
"Nine o'clock or so?"
"Couldn't be better."
"Andy, tell him how to get there. I'm no good at giving directions. In fact, I get lost myself half the time." She smiled.
Jerry looked at her as if to say she could be excused for anything.
Helen Naylor was everything Tom had said she was ... and more. When she arrived at the Kimbroughs' home Saturday night with Jerry, Andy's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He was not a man who ogled every woman who came along-he was married to a beautiful and shapely one-but the extravagantly blonde and bountiful Helen was a sexpot in a million. Andy would have had to be blind and impotent to have failed to appreciate her.
One of the auxiliary benefits of swapping, Andy had discovered, was that it all but banished jealousy between married couples. For instance, he hadn't minded in the restaurant when Jerry had seemed more interested in eating up Liz with his eyes than in eating his lunch. Now Liz didn't cast him any sharply critical glance when he visually disrobed Helen as soon as she stepped into the house. To a swapper, such admiring glances tended to promote a common cause. What once would have been interpreted as a threat had turned into a benefit.
The Kimbroughs and Naylors hit it off perfectly from the start. The conversation flowed as freely as the booze and with equally exhilarating effect.
Liz, as had been agreed in advance between herself and Andy, paid a lot of attention to Jerry, while Andy did his best to monopolize Helen's interest. She kept glancing at her husband and Liz, obviously aware of the competitive threat which Liz posed, but she seemed sufficiently sure of her hold on her handsome young husband to keep her cool.
Andy moved in closer and openly ogled the treasures loosely hitched in her dress top. Apparently the only bra she wore was the one built into the dress, because those melon-like beauties wobbled tautly before his eyes and shivered right to their tips (which he could almost see) when she laughed.
Andy had decided before the party began that he would be a little bolder than Tom had been when the latter had initiated the Kimbroughs into the pleasures of swapping. Andy realized that he had a lot going for him-he and Liz were both young, hardly older than the Naylors, and they both were attractive sexually (if he did say so himself); also, Jerry obviously was strongly taken with Liz.
So when Andy judged that enough booze had been downed to place everyone in a sufficiently receptive frame of mind, he said quite loudly:
"Jer, if the four of us were real swingers, do you know what we would do tonight?"
"Have an orgy?" Jerry responded immediately. The girls laughed.
Andy was gratified. The other man certainly was thinking along the right lines, and the reaction of the women hadn't been discouraging.
Now it was up to Andy to make matters more specific ... and serious, if possible:
"You bet," Andy said in a positive tone with only a slight smile on his face. "What I'm talking about is a mate swap-you take Liz and I take Helen." He grinned at her.
"Hey, buddy, you sound like you mean it," Jerry observed, laughing as if he wasn't quite sure whether a laugh was in order or not.
"I said 'if', " Andy was quick to point out. "But we're not real swingers, are we?" He took a sip from his glass.
"Well, now, I don't know..." Jerry grinned at Liz, then at his wife.
Andy watched the look which passed between them, for this was apt to be significant. It wasn't one of the worst of all possible looks-a this-guy-must-be-out-of-his-skull comment, or a let's-get-the-hell-out-of-here. It was, on Jerry's part, rather open ... surprised, and even speculative. Helen didn't reveal as much by her expression; she wore a careful mask, as self-confident women usually do.
"They tell me mate swaps are fun," Liz said.
Good girl! thought Andy.
"But they're apt to be dangerous, don't you think?" Helen asked. It seemed to be more of a hypothetical comment than one posed by actual concern, but Andy couldn't be sure about Helen's attitude.
"Oh, I don't think there's much danger," Liz said as she glanced down into her glass. "According to what I've read on the subject, everyone usually shrugs it off in the morning. It's just an extension of party fun, an adult form of spin the bottle."
"That's a pretty broad-minded way to look at it," Helen countered.
"Psychologically, forbidden fruit is the most attractive," Andy said. "When outside sex is freely available to both marital partners, without guilt or fear of exposure, most of the pressure that breaks up marriages is removed."
"How did we get off onto this kick?" Helen demanded.
Oh-oh, Andy thought. That wasn't so good.
"I think Andy's got something," Jerry spoke up. "Theoretically swapping should be good for a married couple. The question is..." he quickly added, "does it work out in practice?"
"Well, I say it's risky," Helen stoutly maintained.
Jerry grinned at her. "What are you afraid of, pet?
That I might find somebody who's better in bed than you are?" "Jerry!"
Andy and Liz watched this exchange closely. It appeared that Jerry was getting serious about the idea, and Helen's opposition was hardening-or, at least, becoming more evident.
"I'm sure Helen has nothing to be afraid of," Liz smiled.
"But you might, lover," Andy chided his wife. He gazed at Helen warmly. "Unless outward appearances are deceiving, Jerry's got himself something very special here. I wouldn't blame him if he didn't want to risk trading it, even for a night."
Helen smiled at Andy and he felt he had made some progress with her. He wasn't afraid of turning Jerry off. He felt Jerry was already sold. The problem now was to bring Helen across.
"Just for the sake of discussion..." Jerry said slowly, fondling the liquor glass in his hands, "are we talking about something that's within the realm of possibility, or are we engaging in idle speculation?"
Helen turned sharply to him. "I think we've carried this far enough!"
"Let Andy answer," he told his wife. "He brought it up."
Liz shot a concerned look at her husband. Obviously she feared they may have walked into a trap.
He didn't think so. He believed Jerry's interest was real. Helen, he thought, was the only problem.
"Let's take a vote," he said. "All those who would consider a mate swap-that is, assuming it meets with everyone else's approval-hold their hands up."
There! It was out in the open. Everyone was going to have to commit himself. Andy figuratively held his breath to see what would happen.
Liz immediately raised her hand with a smile and so did he.
Jerry colored a little as he looked at his wife. She plainly was angry.
"Go ahead!" she dared him. "Stick your hand up if you want to."
"Hey, now wait a minute..." he chuckled nervously. "This wasn't my idea."
"No, but you encouraged it. So have the guts to be counted."
Jerry hesitated for a moment, then said defiantly, "Okay. I think it would be fun. There!" He raised his hand.
A sense of exultation swept through Andy. He glanced quickly at Liz and detected that she was just as excited.
Helen stared at her husband. Her complexion was flushed, and her eyes snapped. Ever since the discussion had become serious, she hadn't given either of the Kimbroughs a glance. This was entirely between herself and Jerry, as far as Helen was concerned.
Andy had to admire the other man's fortitude in voting in favor of a swap when she obviously was opposed to it.
Now she was on the spot. If she were to blackball the game, it would look as if she were afraid of losing the hold she had on her husband. And goodness knows what the long-term effect would be on their marriage-she would never forgive him for wanting to swap, and he would never forgive her for not agreeing to it.
The room was tense with expectation for several moments. There was utter silence.
Jerry kept his hand up as he gazed at her defiantly.
As quickly as she had become angry, she seemed to shrug the anger off. She turned to Andy with a smile on her face, which was still rosy.
"Which bedroom are we going to use?" she asked him.
He thrilled. His cock almost stood up. Jerry quickly gulped the remaining contents of his glass.
Andy stood and moved over to the beautiful blonde. "Do you really want to do this?" he asked.
"I wouldn't miss the chance for anything," she maintained stoutly.
Grinning, Andy turned to the others. "Let's have one more round of drinks. Then if we all really want to go through with it, we'll pair off."
A slow but very warm smile came over Jerry's face and he nodded. Then he turned to Liz.
Looking him meaningfully in the eyes, she lifted her glass and drank the contents down.
During the next drink, no one wavered from the position they had taken. Andy hadn't expected there to be any wavering at that point, and this was why he had dared to propose the short delay. The advantage of the delay, he had believed, would be to mellow Helen a little. He didn't want her to feel he had rushed Jerry and her into something.
But that didn't work.
He was shocked when he discovered the full depth of Helen's resentment toward the swap idea and toward him for promoting it. This occurred as soon as they were alone together in the guest bedroom and the door was closed behind them.
Her eyes flashed as she confronted him.
He grinned. "Well, shall we get undressed or would you like another drink first?" (He had brought along a bottle and a pair of glasses.)
"Neither," she said simply, her harsh gaze not leaving his face.
He regarded her inquisitively and didn't say anything.
She went on, "You can go to bed if you want to. I'll sit here." She took a chair at the corner of the room.
He laughed. "Hey, come on now! Going to bed alone is no fun."
"It's possible to turn it into fun, I understand. Or is masturbation one of the depravities you never learned?"
"Depravities ... "
"Yes. I consider swapping depraved, completely and utterly, and I'll never forgive Jerry for agreeing to it."
It was clear to Andy that he had a serious problem on his hands-one which extended far beyond the question of whether or not he was going to get into this luscious blonde creature. "Never forgive Jerry" had an ominous ring. A marriage could be hanging in the balance, and if the Naylors' marriage crashed, that certainly wouldn't help relations between Jerry's company and Andy's.
He was going to have to change Helen's attitude ... somehow.
"You shouldn't have agreed if you felt that way," Andy told her.
"Oh, no? What choice did I have? Jerry was hot to take your wife to bed ... and she appeared just as eager to go with him. I must say, you people are something else!"
"So it's not the swapping you object to so much as Jerry's desire to swap."
"Don't split hairs. I object to the whole dirty business, and I blame you for starting it."
"Okay, you're entitled to your opinion. But it's going to be a lonely and uncomfortable night for you like this ... especially since Jerry and Liz are going to be enjoying themselves."
"Don't you care about your wife being with him? What kind of man are you?"
"The same kind of man Jerry is ... and the same kind most others are, for that matter. Some won't admit it, but practically all men are the same underneath. They are lusting animals. The prospect of strange tail turns them on. So don't blame Jerry for being what the good Lord made him."
"Now you're being sacrilegious on top of everything else."
"I don't think so. I'm right in my description of men, and if there is a God, He made them that way. People who deny the truth about Nature are the ones who are guilty of sacrilege.
"What a pretty speech!"
Her green eyes continued to flash hatred. There was a trapped quality about them, too. She felt decidedly uncomfortable.
Andy took heart from this. She wasn't at all as sure of herself as she had seemed earlier. This made him believe he might break her down.
He sat on the edge of the bed. "Well, let's consider our situation objectively-here we are, while my wife and your husband are in the master bedroom together. By your own admission, they both were eager to swap, so you can be sure they aren't sitting around and talking about it. They've most-likely taken their clothes off already and are in bed together. They're taking their fun, and they expect us to take ours."
"Fun!" she snorted.
"I think it would be," he said with a faint smile. "In fact, I'm sure of it. But let's consider the situation a little further...
"You consented to the swap and you're over eighteen, so that would appear to give me the same privileges right now that your husband enjoys when he's in a bedroom with you. That is, I'm entitled to take what I want."
"Try it,'" she dared him, "and you'll lose an eye."
"Don't be silly," he grinned, forcing himself to remain cool. "I could subdue you easily, without any risk to myself. You could scream, of course, but I don't think you will."
She squirmed uneasily. "And why not?"
"Because that would cancel out the advantage you gained when you agreed to the swap. You could have turned thumbs-down on it in the living room, but you didn't because you couldn't bear to brand yourself as a prude."
"Wrong! Jerry wanted to do it, so I felt he might as well do it. But that doesn't mean I'm going to."
"He expects you to."
"I'll let him know later that I didn't.'"
Andy grinned. "I see. You want to have something to hold over his head?"
"Everybody's responsible for what they do."
"Mmmmmm."
"Now, I don't care to talk about it any more. You can go to bed, go out and drink, or do anything you want. I'm going to sit right here."
"What I want to know is whether you'll scream if I make a move toward you."
Her eyes glittered. "Why don't you find out?"
"I think I will. I've got nothing to lose."
They gazed at each other, and it struck Andy that this was a very peculiar situation. He had expected nothing like it.
Helen's breasts rose and fell above the top of her cocktail gown. God, she was luscious! He wanted to screw her about as strongly as he had ever wanted to do anything.
But he didn't want the whole party to dissolve in an uproar.
On the other hand, what good was the party if only Liz got her enjoys? He was entitled to a piece of ass, too.
And Helen's ass was the ass of all asses. It appealed to him even more strongly now, when it seemed less attainable.
"Consider what Jerry will think if you scream..." Andy said. "You agreed to the swap, then refused to go to bed with me after we came in here. What's he going to think about that?"
"He'll think I'm a moral person, I hope."
"You know better than that. Morals were tossed out the window when we agreed to this game. All of us agreed. Jerry expects you to go through with it, just as he's going through with it. In fact, he would probably approve of my forcing you."
"I'm not going to talk about it any more," she said and tossed her head haughtily.
"All right," Andy agreed. "That's fine. I'll just drag you over to the bed ... and I would advise you not to make a horse's ass out of yourself by screaming."
Her eyes widened and she became tense as he approached. Obviously she had expected to bluff him into leaving her alone. Now that it appeared the bluff wasn't going to succeed, she was on the verge of panic.
But she still wasn't completely convinced he meant business.
"You're not going to touch me if I say I don't want you to," she declared.
"Yes, I am," he insisted, as he moved closer. "Because you made a deal, along with the rest of us. Tonight you're mine. What's mine, I take."
Excitement pounded fiercely in him as he reached out and grasped her by the arm. He pulled her to her feet. Her eyes remained wide. She hadn't fought yet. He watched the tops of her titties quiver.
He drew her firmly against him and felt the pneumatic softness of those large, round boobs. He looked down into her defiant eyes. "Kiss me," he said.
She was breathing hard. The flush was still on her cheeks. She didn't answer him.
He bent and tilted his head. He took hold of her chin and positioned it.
He was wary that she might bite him. He brought his lips against hers lightly and didn't attempt to use his tongue. He sucked at her lips gently. He got no response from her.
He straightened up again.
"It wasn't much of a thrill, was it?" she said.
"You'll do better than that before we're through."
"like hell, I will!" she said.
Now he saw what her strategy was-she wasn't going to scream or put up a fight. She was going to be unresponsive and hope to shame him that way.
He was glad she had chosen this tack, because he wouldn't let himself be shamed. What was more, he would heat her up before he was through. With the kind of inspiration her lush sexuality offered, if he couldn't make her hot he wasn't much of a man. He was a man. He prided himself on that. The real shame would be to back down, rather than to attack her against her will ... assuming she had told him what her will really was. It was still possible that she was just trying to prove a point.
He moved quickly and swept her up in his arms. She gasped.
He grinned down into her face. "Might as well relax and enjoy it, as the old saying goes."
"I won't enjoy it," she promised, "and neither will you."
"Watch me," he said.
In the other room, Liz and Jerry were on the bed, totally nude. They were kissing and caressing. His cock was flagpole-high.
"Baby, you're luscious..." he growled, panting, as he pulled his mouth off her tit.
"Mmmmmm. Suck the other one," she murmured throatily.
He grasped it and pulled the jutting nipple to his parted lips. As he closed those wet, warm lips around it, Liz let her eyes fall closed. She writhed luxuriously beneath the sucking kiss, and her writhing stimulated Jerry all the more by wiggling the lush titty in his mouth.
His tongue repeatedly stroked the large, firm nipple, bending and leaving it. It seemed to grow even larger.
Liz's hand found his upstanding prick and enclosed it in a warm possessive grasp. It was circumcised. She squeezed the bulbous head and rubbed the corona with the pads of her fingers.
Growling, Jerry let her tit bob free and slid downward along her body. "I'm gonna make a banquet of you," he said. "I'm gonna eat you up!"
"Oh, won-derful..." she moaned, opening her legs. "I love to be eaten."
He rubbed her sexy little belly with his hand, then pressed his face to it and kissed all around the navel and below. He began to lick, running his tongue up to the little cup and into it.
His hand, by now, had entered her forest of black curls. He rubbed her large pussy lips, not attempting yet to get between them.
She opened her legs wider, drawing her opposite knee up. He stroked her soft inner thigh, then his mouth leaped to that satiny slope. He sucked, licked and nibbled.
Liz let herself be wafted giddily on a cloud of sheer delight. This man was a good lover-good as Andy at his best. She raised her leg and hooked it loosely over his back, encouraging him to let his mouth slide down to the sopping cunt which wanted his kissing so much.
He slid in that direction, but with agonizing slowness. When he was very close, she gave a little wiggle, which caused her pussy to slam against his mouth. She thrilled at the contact.
Jerry was less jubilant. In spite of his talk a little while ago about making a banquet of her, he really didn't go in for cunnilingus, per se. Now the smell was too strong in his nostrils, and her juice was making him queasy. He kissed a little bit, without sticking his tongue into her, and quickly raised his head.
"Ooh..." she sighed in disappointment.
"Baby, I can't wait any longer," he said and mounted up.
Her legs lifted to encircle him, and his prick slid gratifyingly deep into her needy crevice.
"Oh ... good!" she crooned as she ground her pussy around the stiff, thick rod. "Hump me hard, darling!"
Liz's command fired Jerry to a new intensity of lust, and he began to stroke rapidly in her cunt.
"Darling!" she cried, clutching his smooth, muscular back. "Not so fast!"
But she couldn't slow him down. He pumped fiercely, and his hot come gushed into her before she even had approached a climax. His pecker jerked and squirted again and again. Finally it was still.
He lay heavily against her, panting.
She didn't know what to say. It had been a long time since she had been left hanging like this, and her first impulse was to make her displeasure known. But there was a whole night ahead, and she didn't want to spoil it completely.
So she swallowed her protest and licked Jerry's ear.
"Stay right where you are," she whispered. "Keep your prick in. I want to get a lot more of it."
"Baby..." he growled and kissed her moistly on the mouth.
VI
ANDY PLACED HELEN IN THE CENTER OF the bed and lifted her dress and slip to the tops of her thighs. She wore dusky stockings which clung to her thighs like skin. They were gartered tautly by black straps. Her skin was lusciously white next to the dark hose and garters.
He bent and licked just above her right stocking, on her inner thigh. He felt a quiver pass through her, and the leg moved perceptibly to the side. It was obvious, however, that she checked it.
He licked upward along the garter strap. He nibbled with his lips. Now he opened his mouth wider and took a morsel of succulent flesh between his teeth. He bit the fresh thigh-meat gently.
She didn't make a sound, but he detected that she was breathing harder.
He looked at her crotch which was sheathed in snow-white, shiny nylon. White pants and black stockings had always turned him on-he didn't know why, but there was something about that combination which got to him. The black garters helped, also.
Helen's pants were completely opaque. They didn't even show a shadow of her pubes.
Her thighs were exquisitely perfumed. So far, he hadn't caught the scent of her vagina.
He grasped her skirt and slip, which were folded across her crotch, and carried them farther up, partially pulling them out from under her butt. Helen didn't help him. She lay perfectly still except for the breasts which were coming at a rapid rate.
Her pants were made of the finest nylon, and they clung perfectly to the mound of her pussy. Their elasticized hems held all her hair inside.
He extended his finger and stroked her on the panties, where the division of her cunt would be. There was marvelous softness beneath that snug, thin nylon, and it was very warm.
She still didn't say anything or move at all.
He raised his head and looked at her face. She was still defiant, but her cheeks were a little more flushed-this was caused mainly by sexual excitement rather than anger, he believed. But the two emotions were conflicting, and it was hard to say at the moment which had the upper hand. Her will remained in control of both. He was confident that, in a short time, lust would completely overcome anger, and her will would be unable to hold her desire in check. He was banking on that.
He hooked two fingers under a panty elastic and pulled it away from her groin, exposing her cunt. The plushy crease was lined with blonde hair. Damn, she's real! he exulted. He stroked her pussy lips with the tip of his middle finger.
"Are you ... enjoying yourself?" she asked in a sharp tone which required effort to keep under control.
"Very much," he said. "You have a pretty pussy."
"Don't be obscene," she snapped.
That struck him as a little funny. There he was, leaning down to her crotch, exposing it and tickling it with a fingertip ... and she objected to the words he used. What a silly hang-up some people have with words, he thought.
He bent closer, still holding her panty-crotch to the side, and he blew on her cunt, stirring the curly golden hairs.
"Don't!" she exclaimed in a rush of breath.
He bent closer yet, almost within kissing range. He smelled her pussy now, and it was delightful. She was really warming up.
He protruded his tongue and touched it to her crack. She jerked and whined a little. He took a firmer grip on her thighs and touched his tongue to her again. Her legs moved farther apart-involuntarily, he suspected. Her subsconscious knew better than her conscious mind what she wanted.
"Let's get your pants off," he said, and reached under the folds of her dress and slip to grip the top elastic.
He watched her face as he pulled her panties down. The signs of sex arousal were eating into the harsh cast which anger had formed. It was remarkable that she was being so compliant, now that she felt herself losing the battle. That suggested to Andy that she didn't really want to win the battle at all. He hoped this was true.
He lowered his gaze to her belly where the black shining garter belt crossed the white flesh. As he drew her briefs farther down, the paleness of flesh appeared again, then gave way to the bushy gold of her pubic curls.
He pulled the panties swiftly now, turning them inside out as he drew them along her lush thighs, past the tops of her stockings and on down all the way. He tossed them over the side of the bed.
He gripped her near leg and lifted it to the other side of him as he changed positions. He found himself between her legs now, facing one of the prettiest cunts it had ever been his pleasure to inspect at close range.
The pink inner flesh of her pussy was just visible between the thick larger lips. The pussy was moist. He pressed her other leg to the side, opening the rosy grotto farther. He watched a pearl of moisture ooze out and trickle down the folds of flesh.
He leaned close and heard her gasp. Her inviting scent flared his nostrils. His mouth watered.
He leaned all the way and brought his open mouth against her gaping gash. She cried out and her pelvis jumped. He gripped her hips and burrowed into her juicy warm cunt with his lips, teeth and tongue.
She began to bounce and cry. Her thighs scissored next to his head. He twisted so that he could lap deeper into her succulent pussy. He drank her flowing juices and stroked his tongue in and out of her secret slit. He licked upward across her pisser and her erect little clit. He stimulated that nubbin by bending it with his tongue and circling it.
"Oh ... oh ... oh..." she panted. He could hardly hold her still.
His cock was throbbing in his clothes, and the constriction of his shorts bothered him. But he didn't want to stop now to undress. This was a very critical time.
He let his tongue slide down her slippery groove and into her vagina again. He stroked slowly and lovingly in and out, in and out, being deliberately more oral than usual because of the large amount of resistance he had felt he had to overcome. But now you would never know there had been resistance, judging by the excited motions of the pussy against his mouth, by its extreme juiciness, and the way the velvet walls of the cunt were spasming.
He debated with himself, in the midst of the erotic action, whether it would be better to suck and lick her to a climax or to keep her hanging while he removed the rest of her clothes and his own, then to sink his stiff prick deeply into her cunt and screw her to a climax.
Andy decided in favor of the latter. Once she was satisfied, she was apt to turn nasty again.
He raised his head and she whined.
"Sit up and take the rest of your clothes off," he directed.
She immediately obeyed, moving quickly. Her eyes had a dreamy look and her mouth was slack-lipped, like someone under the influence of drugs. She didn't look at him, but merely did as he had commanded.
He backed off the bed and quickly disposed of his own clothes while he watched her dress flutter up over her head, then her slip. Her breasts shook and quivered-they were great melon-like shapes, quite erect for their size, and they had reddish sunbursts at their crests; the nipples which sat in the middle of those flaring aureoles were stubby and rounded.
She lay back, not bothering to remove her garter belt or stockings. That was fine with Andy-that black harness and hose enhanced the erotic attraction of her white flesh and golden pubic curls.
She gazed through narrowed eyes at his suddenly unleashed prick as it bobbed and swung upright from his loins.
He dropped to the bed, taking her in his arms and rolling her atop him, which squeezed his cock in between their bodies. Her large tits tumbled against his neck and chest. He grasped one and kneaded it-it was softer than Liz's, but so very large! Shit, it would take two hands to surround one of these beauties!
He thumbed the nipple and she moaned. She began kissing him on the face.
"That's the way, baby," he murmured, then stoppered his mouth with a breast. He wiggled the big tit in his mouth as he sucked.
She writhed atop him. One of his hands slid down her smooth back, over her garter belt and onto a lush cheek of her ass. He stroked and patted it, then gripped it hard. She moaned.
"Tell me what you want," he said, as he let her breast go.
"You know what I want, damn it!" she almost sobbed. "Just give it to me."
"Tell me. I want to hear it from your lips. I'm not a rapist."
"Take me! Make love to me! Hurry!" "Is that the way you ask your husband for it?" he pressed.
"Oh, please..." she begged. "Just stick it in me." She tried to raise her lower body and get a grip on his sandwiched prick with her hand.
He continued to hold her body against his. "Tell me," he insisted. "Say it so I can understand."
"You're trying to make me talk filthy."
"Damned right. Say it!"
"Screw me..." she hissed. "Please screw me." The words were barely audible as she smeared her lips against his face.
"With pleasure," he growled and released the pressure so that her ass could rise.
Whimpering excitedly, she pulled his prick into position, parted her cunt lips with the tip of it, and let herself down, impaling herself to the base of his sturdy rod.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed.
"Is it good?"
"Wonderful," she moaned.
He pushed upward into her as she twisted and moved up and down. She panted and went wild. Pushed up on her arms, as she was, her tits flopped wildly against his chest and throat.
He didn't want to hold her ass, for he feared that would impede her motions, and she was doing beautifully without his help. So he gripped her large tits, slapped them together, rubbed them, and wiggled them all around. She pushed up higher, arching, and he moved her tits more actively, pressing them upward and letting them drop against him.
"Jesus, what boobs!" he said huskily, "You ... like them?" she panted. "Love 'em! God!" He pulled one to his lips and fastened onto the flaring crest. He licked the button-like nipple as he sucked.
Suddenly he let it go and flopped Helen onto her side, managing to remain linked to her. He had one arm underneath her and he used it to grip her lower thigh from the back and wedge it partially beneath his legs as he gripped her ass with the other hand and pulled. She raised her top leg over his hips.
His cock was sunk deeply into her again, and they moved in this position-forward and back, forward and back.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted as her lush tits, lying one atop the other, shook delightfully against his chest.
After a little while, he rolled her onto her back and ended up on top.
"Oh, this is the way!" she cried. "Give me hell!"
That was exactly what he did for her, and she loved it. He screwed her with even more excitement than he would ordinarily have felt with such a beautiful woman, because of the fact that she had tried to hold out. It was great balm for his ego to realize that she couldn't resist him, and he was intent upon proving to her that her body had made the right choice.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, the lips twisting spastically. She turned her head from time to time on the pillow. Her titties shook like great molds of pale Jell-O, topped by cherries and splotches of red sauce.
As he kept pumping hard and deep and at a fairly rapid pace, Andy dropped to his elbows. He used one hand to caress her cheek and to mold and shape her lips with his thumb. She became even more passionate, bumping upward hungrily, maintaining perfect time with his plunges.
She panted harder and moaned. Her cunt was one of the most responsive he had ever slid his prick into, and now, as she approached her climax, it not only slid up and down on his rod but in rotation, too, its walls grabbing at him hungrily.
"You sweet lover!" Andy cried. "Oh, shit,-that's good!"
"Oh!" she screamed and bounced out of control beneath him, her cunt muscles contracting on his stroking cock. Ripples of orgasmic delight rolled through her, shaking her tits and shimmying her flesh from head to toes. Her mouth opened wide and she bawled out her pleasure.
"Shit! Oh, shit!" Andy cried, and screwed her like hell until he, too, climaxed, his cock giving great jerks within her spasming pussy, shooting her with spurt after spurt of his thick, warm come.
"So, what was all that stuff about not wanting to swap, and me being depraved, and you gouging my eyes out, hmm?" Andy asked as they lay side by side, hugging and kissing.
"Oh, I don't know ... please don't talk about it. I don't know what I want."
"The devil you don't. You want love, baby. You want and need to be screwed about as strongly as any woman I ever met. What's the matter, doesn't Jerry take care of you often enough?"
"Don't talk about Jerry, please."
"You didn't trust yourself with another man. That was your problem, wasn't it?"
"Please..." She stopped him from talking by sealing her warm, moist lips to his and slipping her tongue into his mouth.
He dallied with her tongue for a while and kneaded one of her full, luscious tits. Then he let his mouth slide off hers. His tongue swabbed a wet streak across her cheek to her ear. He tongued that lovely little shell as his nose buried itself in her silken, perfumed hair.
"You have such a prick," she breathed. "I love it!" Her hand was working it frantically, trying to make it hard again.
"It's only an ordinary prick," he chuckled at her ear. "No bigger than average and no harder, I'd imagine."
"But you use it so well! Oh, God, the way you screw!"
"I love to screw you, baby," he murmured, his lips grazing her skin.
"And the way you licked me before! Jerry's never done that."
"You said you didn't want to talk about Jerry," he reminded her.
"I don't. Oh, get hard, you big dong!" She was pulling at it, rubbing the foreskin up and back on the head. "There's a way you could make it hard in a hurry," he said.
"How?"
"Suck it."
"Oh, I couldn't ... ! "
"How do you know? Have you ever tried?" "No, but I'm sure I couldn't."
"I thought I couldn't eat cunt until I tried it one time. And I liked it so damned much, no bedtime with a clean woman is complete any more unless I get my face down there."
"But neither of us are clean now."
"Yes, we are. The come's still fresh. Fresh come is nice to lick up."
"Oh, you're filthy!" she exclaimed, but she gripped him hard.
"Want me to show you how good it is?" he offered and, without waiting for an answer, he dived at her pussy.
He was amazing himself tonight, but he had spoken as he felt right now.
His thumbs spread the slippery flanges of her cunt, opening her rosy slit wide, and he placed his mouth right over the wet, warm chasm. He suctioned up a mouthful of come and cunt juice then let his tongue lap deeply inside, again and again.
Helen was crying and squirming and bicycling her black-stockinged legs in the air.
His prick began to harden, so he stopped eating her twat. He wanted her to complete the job of stiffening his cock.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted passionately as he raised his head and looked at her. "I'm ready to go again ... would you believe that? ... I'm ready to go again already!"
"Then get me ready," he requested, "and we'll screw up another storm."
"I'll try," she said, rising and squirming into position. "I want to."
"I know you do, baby," he murmured, gently pushing her head down. "Hot women always love it, and you're hot!"
This pleased her. She took his half-hard cock between her thumb and forefinger, slid the skin back off the head and got close.
"It smells...! " she protested mildly.
"Sure. It smells good. Just let it slide into your mouth, and it'll taste even better."
She did it. And from the way she responded when she had the head of his cock on her tongue and her lips warmly clamped behind the corona, she seemed to be responding perfectly to his suggestion. She did seem to like it. She began to suck energetically, and his cock swelled. The head quickly grew to fill her mouth and the shaft stiffened into an iron-like column.
Andy writhed. He was in paradise with her mouth around his pecker. He wanted to keep it there and to reach a climax with her this way. But he didn't dare do that. She wanted and needed another hot screwing, and she wasn't ready to eat his stuff yet.
He reached down, grasped her gently under the jaws and lifted her head from him. His cock bobbed free.
"Oh, it's so big and beautiful!" she cried. "And it even tastes good. I love it!"
"Climb on top of me," he said, "and we'll screw like this."
"Yes ... yes."
She mounted him eagerly and took all of his sturdy cock up her slick, warm pussy. She began to move right away, riding him with joyous abandon.
This time she sat straight up, and he was able to bounce and play with her tits to his heart's content as she posted and rotated on his upstanding rod. It was a wonderful screwing, and it lasted for a very long time.
She came well ahead of him and squealed as she bounced fiercely for a few moments. Then she emitted a deep sigh and slumped forward.
"Hey, baby, we're not through yet," he said, getting a grip on her sides. "Stick your legs straight down and we'll roll over."
She obeyed and he rolled her onto her back, with him landing on top-his cock still deeply imbedded within her. Immediately he began to move it, stroking up and down, in and out of her cunt.
She gave him nothing in return for a while. He pumped slowly, deeply and steadily, pacing himself. As she began to respond once more, he speeded up. He sprawled on widely placed elbows and palmed both her tits as he stroked hard and fast.
He gave those titties hell with his hands while his cock danced up and down in her snatch. Now she was with him once more-fully with him. He screwed her hard and they came together.
It was perfect bliss.
VII
LIZ HAD INSISTED THAT JERRY REMAIN on top of her, with his prick in her vagina, following his premature conclusion of their first screwing.
She hoped to re-stiffen him quickly and to get him into action again, this time gaining the climax she had missed before. Toward that end, she rocked her pussy gently up and down, cautioning him to keep his cock well in so that it wouldn't be lost. As it was now, he wouldn't be able to reinsert it if it were to slip out.
"And don't lie so heavily on me," she added. "You're a big boy."
"It wasn't very good for you, was it?" he asked.
"I didn't quite make it. Those things happen sometimes."
"I'll try to hold off a little bit next time."
She felt like telling him it would have helped a great deal if he had kissed her pussy for a longer period than he had-and used his tongue in it, as Andy sometimes did-but she didn't want to be critical. Now that the initial excitement was worked off, he would perform well with her the next time, she believed. After all, he had a beautiful wife whom he had to keep satisfied, so he must have some competence as a lover.
She enjoyed having his cock inside her and having him lie on top of her as he was, so long as he didn't bear down with his full weight. He was handsome, and he had a good touch. Before he had come a little while ago, his prick had been hard as iron. In that respect, he didn't have to take a back seat to Andy or anyone.
She wondered as she gently rotated her cunt and bobbed it up and down on Jerry's flaccid dick, how Andy was making out in the other room. Helen hadn't been too hipped on the idea of the swap. She might be giving him a little bit of hell about now.
Liz thought swapping was the greatest thing since the invention of the Pill. The two seemed to go together perfectly, in fact. The Pill had set women free, and swapping made it possible for them to enjoy themselves while their marriages remained secure.
"Uuh!" Jerry grunted. "Man, that action's getting to me!"
He started to move his dick a little. "Careful it doesn't slip out," Liz warned. "I wish the damned thing would stiffen up." "It will in a minute."
Liz thought about having him take it out so she could mouth it, but she decided to save the fellatio for later, when she wanted to revive him for a third screwing. She had no intention of letting him off easily tonight.
Perhaps some sexy talk would help him, she speculated. It was right after she had said screw before that he had gone wild and finished ahead of her. Now a little of that wildness would come in handy.
"Oh, get your cock stiff, honey!" she pleaded, as she pumped her pussy around his relaxed peter.
"Mmmmm, I want to!" he exclaimed.
"Tell it to get stiff. Let me hear it. Say, 'Cock, stiffen up!'"
"Oh, baby! When you talk like that, I go nuts!"
He started writhing within her, and he seemed to be hardening some.
"You talk like that too. Tell your prick what you want."
"Oh, prick, get hard!" he said, undulating against her.
"My cunt wants a screwing," she breathed at his ear. "Screw it ... screw it. . . " "Jesus!" he panted.
She felt the lead coming back into his pencil. "My prick loves you," he said. "What does it want to do?"
"It wants to screw you. Shit, how it wants to screw you!"
"That's it," she breathed. "It's stiffening. It's getting harder. Talk to it some more."
"Prick, get hard so you can screw that pussy!" he exclaimed.
It would have sounded silly if they weren't locked in erotic union. But now the forbidden words acted as an aphrodisiac. Jerry gradually grew stiffer and stiffer. He was almost fit to screw her now.
"Oh, I feel it!" she said. "What a big screwing beauty it is!"
"You've got beautiful tits," he said, and pawed them.
"They're not as large as your wife's," Liz commented as she continued to move gently around his rejuvenating cock.
"But they're firmer and more shapely. I love your nipples."
"Suck one," she told him.
"Say it all the way out," he requested, beginning to hunch a little. "Tell me just what you ... want me to do."
"Suck my titties," Liz said. "Take my nipples in your loving mouth."
"Oh, baby!" he exclaimed, and twisted to drop his eager mouth around one of the dark erect buds.
As he sucked at the tit, Liz caressed his ass, rubbing his buttocks and grooving her fingertips between them. His rod became very hard.
"Now screw me!" she breathed savagely. "Hump me out of my mind!"
He let her titty go and pushed himself straight up on his arms. He began to stroke in and out of her cunt.
For the first few seconds it was very good for Liz. His shaft rubbed her clitoris and the head of his cock dug deeply into her quim, stimulating all the nerve ends in the walls of her vagina as it slid in and out.
"That's great, baby!" he exclaimed, panting. "That's the :. . loving end!"
He moved faster and faster.
"Easy," she begged. "Take it easy!"
She tried to hold him away from her and hold her own hips deeply in the mattress. But that wouldn't work. He was violently aroused, and he kept moving at her-jabbing into her, ramming rapidly, pumping, slapping his belly against hers.
Her only hope, she realized, was to speed up with him and hope to hell that she made it. She began to work her cunt up and down briskly on his rod.
This only stimulated him all the more, however, and he let out a wild cry of delight, after which he rammed deep, jerked, and spewed forth his load.
For the second time, Liz failed to achieve satisfaction.
"Goddamnit!" she cried. "You didn't ... get there?" he panted "Of course not. Not the way you screw. Jesus, can't you move slowly and draw it out more?"
"I've never had any complaints before," ho told her edgily.
"Helen must be a bunny rabbit," she commented bitterly.
"Maybe you're slow," he suggested. "All right," she sighed wearily. "I don't want to fight about it. We'll try again." "Shit, I'm pooped." "So get off and rest up for a while." He got off.
"Maybe you've got a mental block," he suggested, as they lay side by side.
"Mental block my ass!" she exploded. "I want you. I wanted to get there. I wanted it more than anything in the world."
"I don't know why you didn't make it, then. I lasted pretty long."
"Two minutes," she said. "Hell, it was longer than that."
"Not much. If you moved slowly and steadily at first and only speeded up when you had to, you could last for five minutes of stroking. That's all I would need."
He sighed heavily. "I can't even think about doing it again."
She felt like cursing. He was going to fall asleep on her, and then she would have to masturbate herself to get relief.
"There is something you can do right now," she ventured.
"I don't go in much for oral stuff," he said. "It doesn't have to be oral. Use your finger on my love tip."
"You want me to do that?" he asked, facing her on the pillow. "It's better than nothing."
"All right," he said, with another sigh, and slid his hand down her body.
His middle finger parted the lips of her sopping cunt and slid up and down against her clitty.
"Slowly and steadily," she said.
He tried to comply, but he seemed unable to maintain a firm contact as he stroked. It was maddening.
"Pinch it! Twiddle it!" she demanded.
He tried to do that, but had difficulty holding onto the little nub. She ground her wet meat against his hand. Excitement slowly rose within her. She began to breathe hard.
"Pull at it!" she said. "Now rub against it hard!"
He pulled it, pinched it, rubbed it and pinched it some more. With agonizing slowness, she ascended toward the passion crest
"Keep going ... keep going!" she demanded, when he faltered.
He resumed his stroking and twiddling of her clitty. "Suck my tits!" she said.
He got his mouth down around an erect nipple and lashed it with his wet tongue as he sucked. His hand kept moving at her snatch.
She was drawing close to an orgasm. Closer. Closer yet. She tried to move with his hand, but that threw him off the point and she lapsed.
"Rub it!" she exclaimed.
He rubbed harder. He bit and pulled at her nipple. She drew close to the prize again ... very close ... almost...
Now!
She came, shuddering and letting go. But it was not a very satisfying climax-nothing like a well-controlled cock would have given her.
She released her breath in a long sigh, and he took his hand from her loins. He lay on his back and neither of them spoke for a while.
He was thinking that there must be something the matter with her. He had forgotten the times before he was married when some girls had been cross with him after a screwing. He had thought at the time that this was a guilt reaction and had dismissed it. Also, it hadn't bothered him much when they had turned down his invitations for more dates. He was handsome and never had trouble dating new girls.
He didn't know how fortunate he was to be married to a woman who responded rapidly. Nor did he realize how much more pleasure he could have gotten from Helen if he had taken more time and care in his loving of her.
Liz continued to lie awake after Jerry had dropped off.
His masturbation of her hadn't satisfied her sufficiently to shut off her yearning for more love. She had been spoiled by Andy, and she usually had been lucky in her choice of other men. Tom Baird had given her great satisfaction, principally because he had been so oral. That was the main thing wrong with Jerry-he just wouldn't get down there and lick her cunt enough.
She had little hope of getting him to do that later, and she was afraid that their next screwing, when he woke up, wouldn't be any better than the first two.
She thought of Andy in the other room with Helen. That girl was probably getting more than she needed. It was a hell of a thing for a wife to yearn for her husband when she was on a swap date, but that was the way Liz felt right now. She would give almost anything to have Andy's tool in her snatch, moving slowly and steadily, the way he knew how to move it.
Perhaps. . .
Oh, but she wouldn't dare walk in on Andy and Helen. Anyway, he was probably screwed out by this time.
She thought of the occasions in the past when she had brought him back by using her mouth on him.
Helen probably wasn't any more oral than her husband, so she probably hadn't given Andy any fellatio.
What would Helen think if she were to walk in on the two of them? And if she were to stimulate Andy by sucking his cock?
No! She couldn't.
But the idea had a teasing appeal to it. Damn! What a lousy drag this party had turned out to be!
Andy had gotten up and poured drinks for Helen and himself after they had finished their second bout. Now they were sipping them and chatting as they sat on the bed.
"Wonder how Jerry and Liz are making out," Andy said.
"Not as well as we did, I'll bet," Helen replied, and sipped some more booze.
She had dropped all pretense of resentment over the swap. After the way she had behaved while his cock was in her, she couldn't very well assume that pose again. Anyway, she didn't want to.
Andy had re-opened her eyes about how good a loving could be. She had been married to Jerry for almost three years and, even though the Naylors looked and sometimes acted like a pair of swingers, they had been true to each other during that entire time. Before her marriage, Helen had screwed around in a discriminating way, and several times she had been satisfied much more strongly than Jerry had satisfied her since. Perhaps subconsciously she was remembering that when she had opposed the swap-she had been afraid of the very thing that had happened. Now that it had happened, however, she could only embrace it.
"Liz will show Jerry a good time," Andy said confidently.
"But how will he treat her?"
"You have doubts about him?"
"Well, he's ... maybe not the world's greatest lover."
"I see. Doesn't he satisfy you usually?"
"Oh, sure. I get there. But just getting there isn't all a woman wants. It's a question of how you make the trip and how much excitement there is in arriving ... if you know what I mean." She sipped some more.
"I believe I do."
"Jerry isn't very oral."
Andy grinned. "You liked that part?"
"I loved it. You know I did. And I'd like a lot more of it. Does that make me shameless?"
"Nope. I think it makes you normal."
"But cunnilingus and fellatio are supposed to be perversions."
"Bullshit!"
She laughed and drank some more.
She was hitting the sauce pretty hard. Andy was pacing himself. He didn't feel much need of booze tonight.
"Lie down," he said, "and I'll give you some more tongue-loving now." "Do you really want to?" "Yes. You're luscious."
"Baby..." she purred, and kissed him moistly on the mouth.
As soon as the kiss broke, she downed the rest of the liquor in her glass and jumped up. "How about if I take a bath first," she said. "I'd feel better about it."
"Okay. If you want to." He grinned and stood up. "In fact, I think I'll join you."
"Hey, that ought to be fun!"
"It is. Don't tell me you and Jerry have never tried it."
"We've showered together, but I was thinking of getting into the tub. Is that what you had in mind?"
"Either way is kicks. We'll take the tub, if you want to."
They left the guest bedroom and headed for the bathroom which opened off the hall.
Liz heard the water go on, and she wondered who was bathing. She decided it probably was Helen. That meant Andy would be in the bedroom alone.
Liz had to talk with him.
She got quietly out of bed and turned out the lights, so Jerry's sleep wouldn't be disturbed. She walked noiselessly out to the hall and noted that the door of the guest room was open. She moved over to it.
The room was empty. So Helen and Andy were bathing together!
They apparently were having all kinds of fun tonight, and she was having a miserable time. It wasn't fair!
She walked into the room and noted the clothing scattered around. There were Helen's pants, lying on the floor.
The bed was quite rumpled, indicating that its occupants had thrashed around a great deal. Knowing Andy as well as she did, Liz bet he had screwed Helen six ways for Sunday ... and no doubt she had enjoyed it tremendously. The lucky girl! This swap was a real break for her, though she hadn't seemed to realize it at first.
What would happen, Liz got to thinking, if she were to remain right there and surprise Andy and Helen when they emerged from the bath? Helen probably wouldn't like it, but so what? She had gotten all the best of things so far. As for Andy, Liz was pretty sure he wouldn't object. It would add to his fun.
She decided to remain.
She lay down in the middle of the bed and waited.
Helen and Andy were both seated in the tepid, bubbly tub, facing one another. Their legs were slung around each other's hips and they soaped each other energetically, laughing and splashing.
Andy was having a field day with Helen's tits.
It wasn't often that a man got hold of such a big, swinging pair as hers, and Andy was determined to gain the maximum amount of pleasure from playing with them.
He had splashed water on both of them. Now he was holding the right one high in his left hand while he used his right hand to soap it thoroughly. The cleansing was just incidental. Mainly he wanted to enjoy the tactile pleasure of sliding his hand on a film of soap all over that round, soft-firm boob-wiggling, rolling and kneading it.
Helen soaped his chest, plucking at his hairs and rubbing up his nipples. Gradually she worked down to his middle, dipping below the water line, and she began to stroke and fondle his genitals.
He did her left titty after he had finished with the right, then he splashed water on both of them, rinsing the soap off. Her nipples gleamed and stood as erect as those round little buttons could get.
"Hey, get up on your knees," he said. "I want to see what I'm doing when I go to work on your cunt."
"I'll bet you always know what you're doing with a cunt," she replied, "whether you can see it or not." She surprised herself by her free use of the four-letter word. She had caught that from Andy, and it was highly infectious.
She got up on her knees with much bouncing and swinging of tits.
"What a cute belly," Andy said, as he petted it.
"Oh," she crooned, writhing gently against his hand.
He let his hand slide down into her golden curls, which were matted against her mound. He rubbed her there, then let his hand delve deeper. He toyed with the rubbery lips of her twat.
"Mmmmm, baby, that's nice," she breathed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.
He slid his finger wetly into-her cunt and stroked it a few times.
"God, do you want me to come again right here?" she asked.
"Don't tell me you're that close."
"I'm close enough. When I'm with you, Andy, I think I could screw all the time."
"What a wonderful thought," he mused, stroking her. "Nonstop screwing."
"Oh, God! Get that finger out of me before I go ape!"
He laughed and removed it. He carefully soaped his hands.
"Wait!" she said. "Get up on your knees, too."
It sounded like a pleasurable proposal, so he did it.
Now they were kneeling face-to-face, and they each had a bar of soap. They soaped up their hands, then applied the lather to the other's genitalia.
Helen's soapy hands felt wonderful around his softened cock and balls. His cock didn't remain small for long. It lengthened out and thickened. It even began to assume some bone.
"Mr. Prick wants to screw some more," Helen purred, fingering him deftly.
"Talk to him like that and he'll want to screw all the time."
"Mmmmm! Mr. Prick ... Mr. Prick..."
"How about pretty Miss Pussy?" he asked, as he brought his soap-laden hand up underneath her twat and cupped it, running his middle finger slickly up inside.
"It's Missus Pussy, don't forget." "I always think of pussies as Miss ... even if I'm married to one."
"You and Liz must have lots of fun together," Helen said, as she milked at his lengthening, stiffening cock, sliding the foreskin up and back with her soapy fingers.
"We do all right. And you know, swapping seems to have made things even better for us."
"Have you two swapped before?" Helen seemed surprised at the suggestion.
"Once," he said. "Another couple roped us in on it, pretty much as we roped in you and Jerry. We found we liked it, so we made up our minds to get some fresh converts."
"And you picked Jerry and me ... how nice!"
"You didn't talk that way before."
"Forget that. I was putting on an act, as you very well know. I wanted to screw you like crazy, right from the first."
"You're an honest girl, Helen. I like that." He leaned and kissed her.
They both almost lost their balance, but Helen caught herself by grasping a towel rack. He steadied himself against her. They both laughed.
"No more kissing now," she said. "Just feel me up. Hey, isn't it great with soap on our hands? Your prick feels so satiny!"
"How do you think your cunt feels?"
"I can tell you-it feels just great with your finger inside it."
He bathed her business zone rather thoroughly, and she stroked his cock with her soapy hands until it was standing stiff and long, aiming its fat rosy head at her face.
She splashed water all over it so that it gleamed, then impulsively bowed her head and fitted her wide-open mouth over the bulging knob.
"Oh, damn!" Andy said, and dropped his soap into the water.
Helen sucked at him hard, working her teeth and lips against his corona and just behind it.
"Suck more gently," he said, breathing hard. "Hob your head a little. Use your tongue all around."
She learned fast. The bobbing of her head gave him extreme pleasure as her teeth and lips slid up and down across his sensitive nerve ends; the sucking added further stimulation; now her circling, stroking tongue awakened every nerve on the huge blunt head of his pecker.
He played with her clitty while she cocksucked him.
Pretty soon, they were both about ready to come.
"Hey ... that's enough!" he croaked. He wrenched her head off his dong.
"Oh, I'm so damned hot!" she cried. "Let's run back to the bed."
"We have to get dry first," he said, scrambling to his feet.
He stepped out of the tub, then helped her. They each grabbed a towel and went to work on the body of the other. Now it wasn't a matter of feeling each other up, but just getting dry so that they could run back to bed.
They accomplished their mutual purpose in quick time and scampered from the bathroom, Helen leading the way. Andy watched her plump, taut buttocks quiver as she ran down the hall and through the open bedroom door.
She stopped in her tracks and Andy nearly collided with her.
Then he saw what had made her stop.
Liz smiled up at them from the bed. "Do you two mind having another playmate?"
Helen looked at Andy in confusion.
He grinned. "At a time like this, three doesn't necessarily make a crowd."
"I-I won't know how to act," Helen protested, but her tone was mild.
"Why can't we all just do what comes naturally," Liz suggested. "Andy, you get in the middle. You can be the meat in a girlie sandwich."
Meat was the right name for him, since his cock was sticking out, big and red.
"What do you say?" he asked Helen.
"I. . . suppose it's all right. If it's all right with you."
"It's great with me!" Andy exclaimed. "Come on, girls ... let's ball it good!"
VIII
ANDY LANDED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE bed, between the two women. But his situation wasn't like that of a sandwich filling at all. He was more like a tasty morsel which two chickens were fighting over.
They went after him right away. Liz was perhaps the most aggressive, but Helen didn't hold back. It was fantastic that a wife should be willing to compete this way for her husband's attentions, but that was what swapping had done to the Kimbroughs, even in the short period of time that they had been practicing it.
Liz leaned over Andy. She kissed him warmly and moistly on the mouth as her hand awakened the nerve ends on his chest and belly. He writhed gently, his up-thrust cock swinging from side to side.
Helen, who was kissing him around the ear while his wife kissed his mouth, also slid her hand down his trim masculine form. But Liz had hold of his thick, hard cock by the time Helen reached it. Therefore, she had to make do with his balls.
Her soft, gentle hand fondled his nuts and stroked them tenderly as Liz's somewhat harder grip slid up and down on the greased pole of his pecker, rubbing the loose foreskin against it, teasing the ridge of his corona and the very tip of his prick.
Andy closed his eyes and let himself slowly ascend the hill of passion. His hands held and stroked one of Liz's tits and one of Helen's. He was impressed by the differences between them-Liz's was more taut and firm, but Helen's was considerably larger; Liz's nipple was more projecting, spike-like, while Helen's was buttonish. But Andy loved both tits, and his hands proved it as they squeezed and caressed.
The dominant sensory impression was from his loins, where one soft feminine hand stroked his aching prick and the other treated his balls like beloved baubles, fondling and coddling them.
Liz's tongue slid slowly in and out of his mouth, matching in tempo the stroking of her hand around his cock. But Andy had a long way to go before he reached the top of his passion climb, so there was no reason to slow his wife down.
Helen's mouth slid down his throat and to his chest. She pulled at his curly brown hairs with her teeth, and she licked sensuously through them. He shook her tit hard and she bit him. It was good.
Her mouth moved down around his belly. Her inquisitive tongue delved into his navel, out again, and traced designs on the sensitive flesh. Helen's head bumped into Liz's hand, which continued to stroke his cock.
Liz now began kissing downward on his throat and chest.
Helen turned slightly, taking her bosom out "of convenient caressing range, so Andy slid his hand down her side and up onto her back. He caressed her gently along the spine and at the base of it, where she was very sensitive.
She turned more toward his feet, bringing her ass into easy reach of his hand, and she butted her head against Liz's arm. But Andy's wife didn't give up her grip on his cock.
Andy slid his hand over the ballooning spheres of Helen's bottom and tickled her crack with his fingertips. She wriggled and pushed harder at Liz's arm. Still Liz wouldn't let go of her husband's penis. This was the part of him to which she felt she had an extra-special claim.
But Helen was about to challenge that claim, impertinent as the thought might be. She twisted her head and wedged her face in between Andy's belly and Liz's stroking hand on his prick. She began to lick the shaft of his cock, while her hand still busily fondled his balls.
Andy was caressing the crack of her ass, and this caused her to arch her back so that her anus became more accessible, along with the hairy pouch of her cunt. He teased her ass-hole with his fingertips, then let them dance down along her pussy, tickling its split and pulling at the hairs which lined that tender gash.
She gurgled through her avid licking of his rod, and she shifted her butt this way and that, arching her back more.
Liz felt a sharp twinge of resentment over the fact that Helen was trying to take his pecker away from her. She continued to keep hold of the knob as the other woman's tongue flickered up and down Andy's stalk.
Meanwhile, he twisted a little and raised his head and shoulders as he gripped Helen's hips. Now he was able to lick the backs of her thighs ... and on up...
Liz raised her head from his chest, where she had been kissing, and noted with a slight sense of shock that he was nibbling at Helen's plump, smooth buttocks. This thrilled the buxom blonde, and she groaned as she licked down onto his hairy, drawn-up balls. She licked all over them while Andy bit her bottom and licked it and pinched it apart with his hands so that he could lick her in the crack.
She wanted him to touch her ass-hole with his tongue. Oh, that would send her all the way!
Liz, sitting up, watched in fascination and slowed her stroking of his cock as Andy made a veritable feast of Helen's fanny. Finally he did press his face fully into her crack. With her butt cheeks pressing and rubbing against the cheeks of his face, Andy flicked his tongue at her spasming ass-hole again and again.
Helen, wild with lust, tore Liz's loosened grip off Andy's cock and clamped her hot mouth down over it. She groaned and gurgled as her tongue polished the swollen, throbbing knob, and her lips worked suckingly just behind the corona, where he was very sensitive indeed.
Liz's resentment was completely overcome by the excitement of watching. Andy had hunched down to Helen's pussy now. His nose was embedded in her ass crack as he licked her pussy avidly. She kept sucking and tonguing his cock.
Liz was enraptured by the passionate exhibition, but her own need continued to grow. Soon it was so demanding that she could no longer just sit by and watch. She had to participate in some way.
But how?
Andy was digging hungrily into Helen's cunt, running his stiff tongue in and out as she whimpered around his cock and rotated her ass against his face.
Liz decided she would have to get her husband's mouth away from the other woman. Helen could have his whang, so long as she got that loving mouth of his on her own pussy. God, how she wanted to feel his tongue running in and out of her slit as it was running in and out of Helen's right now!
Liz began to pull at Andy's head and, since he was in an awkward position, she succeeded in wrenching him away from Helen's rear. He turned toward her and Liz quickly straddled his neck, facing his head. Her hip bumped Helen's up-thrust bottom, which was still rotating.
Andy's wife moved forward and down, leaning on the head of the bed for support. Her black-haired pussy smeared itself against his mouth and nose. It didn't smell as fresh as Helen's and, for a few moments, Andy resented the change. But Liz had to be taken care of, too, and it was stimulating to realize that he was giving two women intense pleasure at the same time. So he ran his tongue deeply into his wife's slippery, dripping slit. The smell of old and new arousal was strong in his nostrils, and he realized that he was probably lapping up some of Jerry's come along with Liz's cunt juice, but he licked and gobbled, anyway. Helen's mouth on his cock was so wild and loving that he would have done aJmost anything.
Jesus, what a cocksucker that hot blonde had turned into! And so quickly! Some women were just made for it, he decided.
Then he gave up trying to think about anything and concentrated on mouth-loving the grinding wet cunt which was against his face while Helen bobbed her head on his prick and sucked it for dear life.
His hands were blindly rolling and rubbing his wife's full tits.
Liz's eyes were closed, her head tilted back, her black hair streaming. When it came to cunnilingus, Andy was the greatest in the world-even greater than Tom Baird, when he wanted to be! And he wanted to be now, thanks to the drawn-out, voracious fellatio Helen was giving him.
But this couldn't last very long. Though he had good staying power, Andy's resistance did have a limit. As he approached it, he realized he would have to act quickly and decisively to get Liz's hot wet crotch off his face and Helen's head off his tally whacker.
He gave Liz a little bite. It was nothing injurious but was sharp enough to cause; her to push up on her knees, lifting her twat off him.
"Get off!" he said between gasps.
"Oh, baby, that was so good! I want more!"
"Not now! And get Helen off my cock, for Christ's sake!"
Liz was happy to comply with this demand. She twisted atop his chest and lifted the other women's head from his loins. Helen was glassy-eyed and wet-lipped. She gazed at both of them.
"It's time somebody got screwed," Andy said bluntly.
"Oh, me!" Helen squealed.
"No! It's my turn. I need it!" Liz gazed at her rival defiantly.
"Didn't you get it from Jerry?" her husband asked. "Not good," Liz said. "I'm sorry, Helen, but your husband can't screw worth a shit."
"I realize that now," she said, "since I've had a go at your man. Let him screw me again, Liz! Please!"
It was a strange and gratifying position in which Andy found himself. His ego had swelled until it was completely out of shape. But his prick was even more out of shape at the moment; its head had swollen until it looked as if it might explode. It was throbbing and jerking spasmodically. Andy had to sink it into somebody's wet warm cunt. . . right now!
He made his decision: "I'll screw Liz and suck you off, Helen."
The blonde whimpered, "But I want your prick!" and she grasped it.
"You'll get it again," he promised.
Reluctantly she leaned away from him and let Liz bound backward to sink her cunt around his glorious upstanding cock.
"Oh, shit!" she cried. "Oh, that's heaven!"
She screwed him wildly and he didn't have lo do a thing but lie there and let his cock throb in her gyrating, sliding, wet pussy. But the fact was that he couldn't remain completely still. Not when Liz's cunt-action became very intense. He began to buck and writhe, slamming his thick hard meat up into her as her slavering snatch slid down around it.
She screamed.
Helen murmured, "Oh, my God! What screwing!"
Liz fell forward, fully against her husband, and she ground her twat like crazy until she came. He finished with her, twitching and spurting. A seismic disturbance rippled through Liz which would have measured at least 8 on the Richter scale, if the good professor's instruments could have measured such a quake.
Her cunt contracted on Andy's twitching rod again and again.
Finally, with a deep sigh, his orgasm died, and Liz gradually calmed atop him.
"Oh, bay-be!" she moaned against his ear. "You screw the best! You're just the best goddamned lover in the world!"
"Get off-I want some!" Helen cried.
Liz lifted her head. "Give him a little chance to rest up, can't you?"
"Could you before?" the other woman shot back.
"I'll take care of her," Andy groaned.
"Right now?" Liz obviously didn't want to get off him yet.
"Right now," he murmured, and gave her a spank on the bottom.
Slowly she straightened up and dismounted, breaking the soft moist linkage of cock and cunt. Helen started to surge on top of him.
"Unh-uh, baby," he said, holding her away. "You lie down and I'll give you a tongue job."
"But I'd rather be screwed!" she cried.
"You'll like what I do for you. Lie down. I'll show you."
She did lie down and Andy got up on his knees. He felt a little weak and his head was spiraling lazily. He wanted to sleep, but sleep wasn't to be his for a while yet.
Liz caught his eye as he was about to bend to Helen's needy loins. Liz was smiling and pointing to herself, nodding her head rapidly.
What did she mean-that she wanted to take care of Helen?
He hesitated and gazed at her.
She kept making the motion, then emphasized it by protruding her tongue to make a lapping motion in midair. Andy was shocked.
"Just for a joke," Liz whispered.
"Hey, what're you two yakking about?" Helen asked. Her eyes were closed as she lay on the pillow. "Hurry, Andy. I need it!"
"Sure, baby," he said, and motioned for Liz to get down there.
"You do me," she mouthed at him.
Why not? he thought. It would be a new kick.
The degree of broad-mindedness which he had acquired in the last couple of weeks surprised Andy himself. He was almost as surprised by that as by Liz's interest in going down on the other woman.
He let her go down.
He held Helen's soft thighs widely apart, so that she wouldn't recognize a woman's grip, and Liz held her own hair away from the other woman's flesh as she bent into the moist, sex-perfumed vale of her crotch.
Liz pounded with new, wild excitement. Ever since the swap date with the Bairds, when she had frolicked on the same bed with Eloise, Tom and Andy, she had been burning with an illicit desire to know the flesh of another woman. She hadn't dared admit this fully even to hen-elf, and certainly she hadn't given Andy an inkling of it. The might never have gotten up the nerve to approach another woman directly, but under these circumstances, when the whole thing could be passed off as a prank, it seemed permissible somehow.
Now she bent eagerly to Helen's warm and succulent cunt, which oozed with the mingled products of her own excitement, Andy's saliva and his later ejaculation. Liz's lips pressed against Helen's cunt lips, easing the blonde's chasm open. Liz sank her slithery tongue into the hole. She began to drink.
God!
Oh, God in heaven, this was good!
She lapped hungrily and Helen writhed in response, bumping h-r pussy gentlv against Liz's face. Liz, knowing a woman's needs, lapped repeatedly upward across Helen's clitty, and this sent a special charge of delight through the other woman's body.
Andy watched for a little while, fascinated as much as Liz had been fascinated before while he was tonguing Helen. But there was a new dimension to this-the Lesbian dimension-and beneath the level of Andy's fascination, it troubled him.
Liz had arranged her body on its side in a way which afforded Andy access to her loins. Now as she hungrily sucked and lapped at Helen's cunt, Andy bent down to his wife's fragrant pussy. He fastened his lips onto the black-haired little quim and began to tongue and suck it, which made Liz suck at Helen all the harder.
Helen apparently didn't suspect a thing. Or if she did, she was so pleased with what was happening that she didn't want to disturb the peace. For she remained with her eyes closed and her head on the pillow, kneading her own big tits as she squirmed and undulated gently against the oral love which was driving her out of her mental tree.
Surprisingly enough, Liz performed with great competence in this, her first venture in the realm of cunt-lapping. It was a case of true inspiration, stemming not only from the long-latent desire to be with another woman like this, but also from the incursions of Andy's talented tongue into her own juicy tail. Andy licked ... she licked ... and Helen received the compounded benefits in her own throbbing twat.
She came and, as Liz felt the spasms in Helen's pussy, this boosted her own response to Andy's tongue-loving. She came, also.
Only Andy remained unsatisfied at this time, but he had no desire to come again. In fact, his peter wasn't even hard. All he wanted to do was to roll away from both females and drop off to sleep.
Liz lifted her head from Helen's loins quickly and, when the blonde opened her eyes, she saw Andy rise and watched his hands relinquish their hold on her thighs. She had no reason to believe it wasn't he who had pleasured her cunt so exquisitely.
In the other bedroom, Jerry continued to sleep.
Liz returned to her former place beside him and lay down. It wasn't long before she slid happily into dreamland, also.
Andy and Helen slumbered together.
When Jerry awoke, in the early hours of the morning, he found his cock restored to thrusting hardness. He had to piss, and perhaps this was partly responsible, but he didn't want to waste the erertion.
He rose onto his knees, moved Liz's lush thighs apart, and climbed between them. He tilted his pecker down to her rosy hole, pushed it, and it slid all the way in, right to his balls.
He began to pump.
Liz awoke to the delicious sensation of a cock rhythmically pumping up and down in her cunt. She blinked and recognized Jerry atop her.
She raised her legs and locked them over his back, at the same time putting her lower body into motion. The two pumped together.
Again, however, Jerry was moving too fast too soon, and he did not maintain the kind of steady pressure against her clit which Liz needed. She knew she wouldn't be able to achieve a climax with him.
She didn't let this bother her, though. She'd had great fun that night, and Jerry's wife was the one responsible for most of it.
What would he think if he knew that? she wondered, as he struggled and strained atop her, speeding up until his cock fairly flew up and down in her lubricated loins. She kept moving, though she knew it was futile.
He came, jerking and jetting his warm cream into her.
She faked an orgasmic spasm because she took pity on him. The least she could do, she felt, was to make him think he had succeeded with her and thereby to give him the full amount of pleasure that a man wanted when he screwed.
"You made it!" he panted and laughed. "I knew I'd get you there before I was through."
"It was wonderful, darling," she purred and kissed him, her thighs gripping him warmly.
Just get off, she thought. Get off and let me sleep some more.
IX
AFTER THE SWAP WITH THE BAIRDS, Andy and Liz had felt very relaxed with each other and closer somehow.
Now, following the departure of Helen and Jerry, there was tension. This was caused by several factors:
First, Liz couldn't forget what a thrill it had been for her to make love to Helen. She had come as she did it, and she knew that Andy's mouth on her cunt was only part of the reason. Even if Andy hadn't been there, she would have climaxed, she believed. The cunnilingus which she gave the other woman had excited her very much.
Second, Andy was disturbed over his wife's eagerness to go down on Helen. So it was just a joke-Liz doing it to her while Helen thought it was Andy. But would a normal woman have wanted to pull a gag like that? In all the time he had been married to Liz, and before, he'd never had a reason to doubt her sexual normality, but now there was a question in his mind.
Third, Andy had loved the way Helen had responded to him. She had told him how much better he was than Jerry, and a man couldn't help but appreciate the kind of compliment from a beautiful woman. Moreover, Helen was voracious in the way she'd gone after his cock, and that was something else a man appreciated in a big way. Helen was just not the sort of woman that a man could casually shrug off, considering how she had treated him. As for her responding to Liz's cunnilingus, that hadn't mattered, because Helen had thought it was he, not Liz, who was lapping her cunt. If she had known it was Liz, she probably would have been horrified ... and that brought them back to his uncertainty about Liz.
So the swap with the Naylors had left the Kim-broughs with a large-size hang-up. Each of them was aware of the other's tension, and that tended to magnify their own.
They stayed away from each other as much as possible for the remainder of Sunday, but had to get together for dinner. The meal, which Liz prepared, didn't turn out well, probably because she was in a tense state. After dinner, they watched TV and hardly spoke to each other.
When bedtime arrived, Liz went into the bathroom to change into her nightgown. By the time she re-entered the bedroom, Andy was already under the covers, lying on his side, facing the edge of the bed.
She was grateful for this. She got into bed quietly and didn't say good night, as if assuming he was asleep. Actually he wasn't, but he took advantage of the pretense not to speak to her.
He lay there and thought about Helen. His cock threatened to get hard.
He wondered how she and Jerry were getting along right now...
When Jerry emerged from the bathroom with his pajamas on, he was surprised to find his beautiful blonde wife lying totally nude, in the center of the bed, with the covers pulled all the way down.
"Hey. ... ! " he exclaimed approvingly.
She smiled at him. "Does this give you ideas?"
"I'd be pretty dumb if it didn't," he said, as his gaze swept up her bare legs, tickled her in the hairy crotch, caressed her sexy belly, stroked her melon-shaped tits, and finally met her twinkling eyes.
"Then take off your pajamas. Don't be a square."
"What is this sudden passion for nudity?" he asked, as he unbuttoned his pajama coat.
"It's simply because people can have sex better when they're naked. Don't you think?"
"I won't argue with that," Jerry grinned, and took the pajama jacket off. He unsnapped his pajama pants and let them down.
Helen, who was watching him boldly, noted that his peter was still soft.
Well, she had no right to expect it to stand up and salute the moment he saw her in the nude, she supposed.
The sight of his pecker, even limp, warmed her as it seldom had in the past. Peckers had suddenly become very appealing, in and for themselves, since Andy had taught her how to suck them and how thrillingly they could perform in a woman's cunt, provided the man took a little care and patience in the way they were used. She was determined to get her husband to exercise the required amount of care and patience tonight. As for the sucking of his cock . . she was going to let that wait until after he had screwed her once.
She had everything planned out.
After stepping out of his pajamas, he returned his gaze to her. She parted her thighs wider, giving him a delightful view of her cunt. The large lips were parted now, and he could glimpse the delicate pink flesh in between.
This appealed to Jerry, but it didn't make his mouth water. The tender membranes of a pussy were made for only one thing, as far as he was conc-ned, and that was to wrap snugly about a man's pumping prick. They were not to be licked, sucked or otherwise eaten.
Helen wanted him to eat her pussy tonight.
In fact, his eating of her pussy was a major part of Helen's scheme.
As he gazed at her succulent cunt, she steepled her knees and let them fall to the side, which opened her cunt all the way. Her vaginal slit was already congested with blood, causing it to flare a little. A pearl of moisture slid down the rubbery flesh.
Jerry's pecker assumed fatness and began to stretch out.
"Wow, honey..." he said. "The way you're showing off, you must really want it tonight."
"I do," she purred. "I want to get loved every which way."
"Swapping must have had a good effect on you," he commented, as he approached the bed. "You know it!"
He knelt on the bed beside her, and now his prick was sticking up like a pole.
"I'll bet old Andy didn't love you any better than I do, though," he said.
"Andy didn't love me any better than you're gonna love me right now," she replied, altering his comparison subtly.
He didn't grasp the new shade of meaning. He was hot now, and he wasn't thinking well. When Jerry got hot, his mind became utterly single-track. That track led right to a pussy, and his vehicle was his cock.
He lowered himself next to his wife and drew her into his arms. Her full-blown body rolled warmly against him. His hand stroked down her back, over her bottom, and around the top of her thigh to come to rest on the warm, soft curve of her cunt. He tickled its gash and toyed with the inner mouth, then pushed her legs farther apart and moved to climb between them.
"Hey, speedy..." she purred. "Kiss me a little bit first."
Surprised, he hesitated, looking at her sexy face. Then he chuckled.
"Hot as you are tonight, I thought you wanted the real thing fast," he said.
"There are lots of real things, honey," she replied, carressing his face and touching him on the lips, "Real lips, a real tongue..."
"Oh, yeah ... ? " he growled, and pressed his mouth to hers, sinking his tongue deeply.
That felt good and she clutched him around the back. But a French kiss on the mouth didn't mean much. He gave her those quite often. What she wanted was a French kiss on her pussy, and Jerry had never done that for her in a real, complete way-not like Andy had done last night.
Her tongue stirred against her husband's. His hand massaged one of her full, bulging breasts. His thick cock pressed her hip urgently.
He breathed hard as he tore his mouth off hers, leaving her pink tongue standing between her gaping lips.
"Baby, I've gotta have it ... ! " he said, and made another effort to scramble atop her.
"Let's kiss some more first," she said, holding him back. "I want to kiss you. Don't you want to kiss me?"
"You know what I want to do with you right now?" he asked, deciding he would use the forbidden four-letter word which Liz had employed freely with him.
"What's that?" Helen asked, wanting him to say it.
"I want to screw you," he said. "I want to screw you goddamned hard!" "I want you to screw me, darling..." (He thrilled.)
". . . but I want you to kiss me first. Kiss me all over. Make me feel like a banquet."
Finally it got through to him what she really was driving at and, though his mind wasn't at its most alert right now, a certain conclusion could hardly escape him:
"Was Andy oral with you?" he demanded, his mood having changed abruptly.
Helen blinked. "Sure. Wasn't Liz oral with you?" . "Of course not."
"That's funny. I figured they both were that way."
"He probably was like that with you because his wife won't let him eat her. And you put up with it! Helen, I don't know what to think!"
His self-righteous indignation aroused indignation of another kind in her:
"Don't you dare talk to me like that! Andy and I had a great time. We both enjoyed ourselves. I climaxed like the Fourth of July, over and over ... and strong! That's not exactly an everyday occurrence around here."
Now it was his turn to blink. "Are you trying to tell me I'm not a good lover?"
She realized that the situation was out of hand. If she didn't backtrack, it would not only spoil tonight for her completely, but it might also foul up their marriage. She didn't want that. At least, she didn't think she did ... not now.
She forced her expression to relax in a warm smile. "Baby, let's not fight," she purred. "Make love to me nice. Come on..."
His pecker had slumped. He was gazing at her suspiciously, as if he doubted whether she knew, or appreciated any longer, what "nice" lovemaking was.
"Come on..." she purred again, and placed her soft hands against his cheeks.
He relented, bending to kiss her on the mouth. She rose to meet his kiss, her lips parted and her tongue already lifting to enter his mouth the moment that their lips touched. She stroked it heatedly in and out. Her hand found his prick at the same time and stroked up and down across the sensitive corona.
He cuddled up beside her and used his tongue against hers.
She broke the kiss abruptly and jumped up to her knees, her rich tits tumbling forward. She bowed to his belly and began to lick all around his navel, stabbing at the little flesh-cup with her tongue.
"Helen..." he protested. "Hey ... take it easy ... don't do..."
The cry tapered off in a gurgling groan when her mouth seized the gristly knob of his pecker and slid hotly down over it. Her hand held the base of his prick as she licked its head all over, and she began to bob her mouth up and down.
Jerry's feelings were very mixed. He hadn't had his cock sucked since he was in the Marine Corps stationed in Japan, and now to have his lovely young wife do it-and so well!-thrilled him to the roots of his hair. But on the other hand, everyone knew cocksucking was wrong and that anyone who did it was a lousy pervert. He didn't want to think of his wife that way!
His propriety won out over his passion, and he grasped Helen by the head, wrenching her up off his throbbing joystick.
"Jesus!" he croaked. "Holy Christ! Is that what Andy taught you?"
"Didn't you like it?" she panted huskily.
"No!" he lied. "It was terrible! Damn it, Helen, you ought to be spanked!"
This was too much. Letting out an anguished wail, she leaped from the bed, her great tits bouncing, and she ran into the bathroom to have a cry.
Jerry lay on his back, uncovered and exposed, his cock wilting away. Frustration seeped through him.
He grasped the base of his softening cock and looked down as he flopped it back and forth. Shit! She had actually taken that filthy thing into her mouth-Helen, his lovely wife! God, she could never live that down. He didn't know how they could face one another.
As he held his prick, it stiffened up again.
He did want to screw-there was no doubt about that-but there wouldn't be any screwing tonight. Not after what had just happened.
What was he going to do?
There was only one thing.
He got out of bed and picked up the two pieces of his pajamas. Carrying them, he headed for the bathroom in the hallway.
Helen, in the master bathroom, sat on the toilet, her legs wide apart. Still sniffling and choking back her sobs, she defiantly rubbed her middle finger up and down ... up and down the groove of her pussy. The strokes pressed her clitoris and the sensitive nerve endings in the mouth of her vagina.
She jammed her eyes closed and visualized Andy in the nude. She thought about sucking Andy's cock. She thought about Andy eating her cunt ...
Now her finger dipped into her vaginal channel, out again, up across her clitty, down, in and out. She repeated this stroke over and over.
After a while, she added another finger, giving her greater fullness in the hole. Her pussy responded as a sensitive pussy was bound to do.
She concentrated more intently on Andy eating her ... then screwing her...
Eating wasn't everything but, oh God, it certainly helped a girl get there in a big way!
Jerry was such a prude.
No. Don't think about Jerry. Only Andy. Lovable, loving Andy who knew just what to do and did everything so well!
She used her thumb now, along with her two plunging fingers, so that she caught her clitty in a pincers stroke as her fingers sank into her cunt. She twisted her ass on the toilet. Her juice flowed freely, droplets of it falling into the water.
She stroked herself hard. She kept her eyes jammed tightly closed. She re-lived the feeling of Andy's tongue in her cunt, his lips and teeth on her vulva. Now she imagined the feeling of his big cock stroking in and out.
She drew close to her prize.
Closer.
Closer yet.
She had her climax, tremors rolling up through her, causing her to jerk on the toilet and to moan.
It was over, and suddenly she felt let down-badly let down, such as she never did after she had been well-loved by a man. Even Jerry's lovings, before the swap, made her feel better than this.
Damn! What a lousy way to end an evening!
In the other bathroom, Jerry stood in front of the John, applying Vaseline to his big stiff cock. He rubbed it all over the head and over the ridge and groove at the back of it. He began to stroke his pecker, his circling hand riding the Vaseline film as if it were the walls of a woman's cunt. It was just about as smooth and slippery as a cunt right now, and even snugger.
He closed his eyes and imagined Liz lying on a bed with her legs up ... that black-haired pussy of hers with its rosy moist center, splitting wide to welcome him ... to receive and enfold him ... to stroke him voluptuously as he pumped his pecker up and down, in and out ... Liz.
Then suddenly a strange thing happened: He quit thinking about Liz and began to think of Helen; and he didn't imagine himself fucking Helen's cunt-he had his prick in her mouth instead!
His circling thumb and finger squeezed his corona rhythmically, and he imagined they were his wife's lips. He stroked his cockhead with a feather touch, and that was Helen's tongue.
Helen was sucking him off-going all the way with him-and he thrilled wildly. He could never let her do it, but the thought of it turned him on.
He kept his eyes tightly closed. He arched his body. He stroked his pecker with delight. And he vividly imagined his wife's lips around his cockhead, as they had been just a little while ago ... her tongue lapping ... her mouth sucking ... her warm breath striking the slit at the end of his penis...
He bucked and throbbed as his pecker jerked, spewing forth arching jets of thick, whitish come. They overshot the toilet bowl and struck the wall in back of the fixture. But that was all right. He could wipe up the spots.
After he had fully ejaculated, he slumped and felt ashamed of himself. But it had been great while it lasted. What had made it so good was the opportunity it had presented for a dreaming-out of what he really and truly wanted, his wife's mouth on his prick, sucking and laving, taking his rich cream down her pretty throat. That was something his conscious mind and Puritan morals couldn't accept, but in his subconscious the thrill reigned supreme while he was excited.
Now he was ashamed not only of the act but of the fantasy which he accompanied it.
He blamed Helen. It was all her fault, for trying such an awful thing with him.
He thought of the-likelihood that she had done that with Andy and his stomach lurched queasily. He had kissed her since then. Oh ... shit! Swapping was a sinful thing.
He hadn't even enjoyed himself with Liz very much; she was such a cold potato.
Liz was too cold and his wife was too hot-that was all the trouble. It was Liz's difficulty in reaching a climax that had caused Andy to want to swap. When he'd found out how hot Helen was, he probably had taken advantage of her by making her blow him. That son-of-a-bitch!
But it was really Helen's fault.
Jerry didn't see how he could ever forgive her or how they could go on together.
X
"WELL, HOW WERE THEY, OLD BUDDY?" TOM asked Andy over drinks the next afternoon. "Do they swing or don't they?"
"Who're you talking about?" Andy responded casually, as he sipped from his glass.
"You know who the hell I'm talking about. The Nay-lors, of course! Would they go for a swap?"
"They went for it," Andy said.
Tom's face lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning. "And you screwed that hot blonde?"
"I screwed her," Andy confirmed.
"How was she?" Tom gripped his arm. "Man, how was she?"
"Great. How would you think?" It bugged Andy a little to have the other man questioning him this way about Helen. It wasn't right somehow.
"You're not stringing me," Tom said. "You really screwed her?"
"I did!" Andy said, raising his voice a little.
But no one overheard. The bar was noisy.
Tom was grinning from ear to ear. "Look, you've gotta set up another party with the Naylors and invite Eloise and me."
"I don't know if they'd go for that."
"Why not? Shit, if they'd swap with you and Liz, they'll swap with another couple, won't they? It isn't as if Eloise and I are dogs."
"I know, Tom, but ... " "But what?"
"Okay," Andy said with a sigh. "I'll see what I can do."
"That's the boy!" Tom clapped him on the shoulder.
Andy watched the other man as he downed, the remainder of his drink in a single gulp, then signaled the waitress for another round.
Swapping was great fun, but, like other forms of fun, it could be overdone. It seemed to Andy that it would be overdoing a good thing to rope Helen and Jerry in on a swap party with the Bairds. But he didn't see any way of getting out of it. Tom had put him up to propositioning the Naylors in the first place, and it was well understood at the time that if Andy succeeded in getting them to swap, Tom was to get second crack at Helen.
How would she respond with Tom, Andy wondered. Would she enjoy Tom as heartily as she had enjoyed him? Would she praise Tom as much? Would she use on Tom the oral technique he had taught her?
Hell.
He would wind up with Eloise again, Andy assumed. She wasn't the world's worst throw in the hay, but she was older and softer and sloppy when she was drunk. She probably would get stinking drunk at the next party, just as she had at the last.
However, it was the thought of Tom with Helen that really bugged him. Tom and his overeducated tongue!
That night Andy talked with Liz about the idea, and she was agreeable. Eager would be a better word. He didn't like that, either.
He would have preferred to see Helen alone, but that was strictly against the understanding he had with Liz, on which they had embraced swapping as a cure for their marital ills. Was the cure now getting out of hand? Was he unable to follow the directions on the package?
And what about her and that Lesbian stunt she had pulled? He would have to watch her closely at the next party.
The first question that arose after Liz agreed to a swap party with the Naylors and the Bairds together was: Who would pass the invitation to the Naylors? Should Liz call Helen or Andy call Jerry?
"You and Helen got along so well, why don't you do it?" Andy suggested, deliberately applying a barb.
Either the barb didn't hurt Liz or she chose not to admit it.
She said, "You invited Jerry to the first party. I think you should contact him again."
"But really it's his turn to invite us, if they want to swap again. That's why it would be awkward for me to call him. But you could talk with Helen informally."
"Why the hell should we worry about formality after the way we all screwed around together?"
"Well, it would just be smoother if you talked with Helen," he insisted.
"Are we going to have them over here again?"
"I thought we would meet at a restaurant, then let Tom suggest we all go to his place."
"That sounds better," Liz said. "And, incidentally ... I want Tom, not Jerry."
"You can't have dibs on anybody in advance."
"But Jerry's awful!" she complained.
Andy sighed. "Tom wants Helen."
"Sure," Liz' voice sank. "I should have known."
He was tempted to suggest that she could make a play for Eloise-but what if she agreed? Anyway, that would leave him up the creek.
"Maybe Jerry's improved since last time," he suggested.
"I wouldn't bet on it. He's a rabbit type."
"Well ... we have to go through with this thing. I'm committed to Tom."
"I'd like to do it with Tom again," Liz said. "Jerry's the hang-up."
"We can't have Helen at the party without Jerry."
Liz looked at him intently. "Why not?"
"Helen without Jerry? That would undermine the whole idea of the swap."
"So what? Helen would agree-I'm sure she would. She really liked you, darling." Liz's eyes twinkled.
"And you," he might have added, but he didn't.
"Three women and two men would be awkward," he said.
"Oh, I don't know..." He was thinking about it.
That night at the Naylors' house, Helen sat alone.
Jerry had called and said he had to work late, but she suspected he was stepping out on her. He was so handsome and personable that he wouldn't have any trouble making a date for himself if he wanted to. She feared she had given him an excuse to do just that by the way she had acted last night.
But she wouldn't have done anything differently if she could have lived it over. It was his fault, not hers, that he was so inhibited.
She kept thinking of Andy. If only she could get together with him tonight ...
Helen's suspicion about her husband was not misplaced. He was out with another woman-a stenographer who worked in his office.
She was young and cute, with brown hair and warm eyes to match. Her name was Barbie Lewis.
He took her to dinner, then to a bar for a couple of drinks. When he judged she was just woozy enough, he leaned close to her in the booth land placed his hand on her nyloned knee under the table.
"Let's go some place where we can be alone, baby," he murmured.
"You mean, like your place?" (She was new at the office and didn't know he was married.)
"I mean like a cozy little motel."
"Sounds like fun," she admitted.
His blood pressure advanced and his cock gave an anticipatory throb. "Come on," he said, and started to get up.
"I ... really shouldn't."
He settled down and slid his hand over her knee again. It was dark in the bar. He decided he should feel her up a little. He'd had experience with girls like this-all they needed was some coaxing and enough petting to lather their pussies.
"You like me, don't you?" he whispered, as his hand slid slowly up her stockinged leg.
"Yes." She didn't try to push his hand down.
"I like you a lot," he said. "You're the prettiest girl in the office. I've been trying to get up the nerve to ask you for a date ever since you started work there."
"Have you ... really?"
His hand slid higher on her leg. Still he hadn't reached a stocking-top. He guessed she was wearing panty hose.
"You're very sweet," he said. "I get all hot and bothered when I'm close to you." He stroked her inner thigh carefully. "Want to see how excited I am?"
"Well, I don't know..."
He took his hand from under her dress, grasped her hand and carried it under the table to his lap. His cock was hard in his clothes, and he placed her hand on the hump in his pants.
"Oh, Jerry."
She moved her fingers of her own accord, feeling the size and firmness of his prick. "So, let's go, shall we?"
"But we hardly know each other." She kept feeling him. "This is our first date."
He placed his hand on her leg again, and this time he ran it all the way up to her crotch. She was very warm there, and very plushy on the other side of the clinging nylon.
"Jerry!" She gasped. "Oh, Jerry!" She gripped his cock hard.
"Let's get out of here," he husked, and made a move to rise.
"You can't get up like that!" she protested.
"It's dark in here," he said. "As soon as I start to walk, I'll be all right."
She stood up with him and preceded him out of the bar. He felt her ass in the parking lot and pulled her against him when they were next to his car. He kissed her deeply, screwing her with his tongue.
Jerry was very good with preliminaries like that, when he was trying to seduce a girl. He had learned that those techniques worked, and he practiced them well. But once he got the girl into bed, he did only what he wanted to do. It was up to her to grab a climax if she could. Fast girls could make it (though they weren't thoroughly satisfied) and slow ones were left waiting at the station.
Tonight he wanted to redeem himself in his own eyes-to score quickly and solidly with a new, attractive chick. He merely assumed she would be pleased.
After all, there was no reason to think Barbie had been spoiled, as Helen was spoiled by Andy.
It was a short drive from the bar to the motel, and Barbie sat close to him, her firm warm thigh pressing his own. When they reached the place, he left her in the car while he entered the office and registered. There was no problem. In less than five minutes, they were together in a pleasant little bedroom, with the door closed.
Now it was time for the rabbit to jump.
Jerry took Barbie in his arms and French-kissed her. His hand closed around one of her pliant tits which, even though it was brassiered, responded excitingly to his squeezing grasp.
"Mmmmm ... Jerry..." she purred, when he let her go. Her head was reeling sensuously.
He lowered her to the bed.
If she anticipated a prolonged and tender wooing, she soon found she was mistaken. Jerry immediately pushed up her skirt and slip, gripped the top of her panty hose and pulled them down, baring her white rounded belly, her brown bush and the split curve of her pussy.
He pulled the panty hose all the way, taking them off with her shoes, and now she was bare from her toenails to her waist.
"Jerry! Oh, you're such a caveman!" She giggled, though she was disturbed by the crassness of his onslaught.
He paid no attention, but went ahead according to his fashion. He opened the top of her two-piece dress and took that off, after which he removed her pink lacy bra.
Her titties quivered in white, cone-like nakedness, the light-pink nipples at their crests growing hard before his eyes.
He gave those tits a quick pawing and liked the jellied quiver of them. He liked it so well that, instead of playing with them longer, he stood up and began to shuck off his own clothes.
Barbie watched him for a few moments, then turned her head and let her eyes fall closed. She wanted to imagine this on a more romantic level.
Jerry didn't give her time to construct a fantasy, however. He stripped to his shorts and socks with lightning speed, then fell io the bed, rolling her into his arms ... feeling her thighs and ass ... getting his fingers into her hairy, warm crotch ... parting the lips of her pussy...
The little warm crevice was slick with her excitement. As he sucked on a titty, he let a finger glide in and out of her quim, riding the film of her passion.
Her pleasure took a strong upward surge. This was the kind of playing she especially liked. A man could diddle her this way all night, if he wanted, and she could take a number of small climaxes before she built up to the big one.
But Jerry didn't frig her pussy for long ... and, as tasty and quivery as her titty was, he didn't keep sucking it. His prick was hard as stone and sticking way out, its purplish knob throbbing. He had to sink that into Barbie's cunt.
He scrambled atop her, his rod sticking out through the fly of his shorts. He had neglected to remove her skirt and slip; they remained rumpled around her middle.
He tilted his stiff prick down to the expanded entrance of her vagina. His cockhead breached the moist velvet gate.
"Oh, hon-ey," Barbie crooned.
He shoved his pecker, sinking it deeply into her snug, slick cunt. He pulled immediately and thrust again, sinking deeper yet.
"Oh, Jerry!"
Now he really started to pump, driving hard into her, pulling back, and driving into her again rapidly, briskly, stopping the sensitive ridge of his penis against the walls of her vagina.
Barbie moved with him a little-but she didn't want to help him to the finish too fast.
He didn't need her help, however. When he was this high, his own vigorous stroking was all he required in order to reach a prompt, spurting climax.
As he tightened, jerked and began to empty his warm wet load into her, Barbie quaked inwardly and came softly. Warmth suffused her body. It was good. Not great, but good. She hugged him.
By the time Jerry got home, Helen was in bed and she pretended to be asleep. There was no point in talking with him. He would only lie, if he answered her questions at all.
But she knew where he'd been and what he'd been doing. She didn't know whose apartment or what motel he'd been in, but that didn't matter. The identity of the female didn't matter, either.
The fact that he'd been out with some woman--screwing her, no doubt-was the shattering truth which Helen couldn't ignore and which no amount of lying or evasion on his part could set aside.
What was she going to do about it? That was the question.
The fact that she and Jerry didn't have any children made it simpler than it would have been otherwise. Or did it? If there were children, Helen's decision would almost be made for her: She would have to remain with Jerry for her children's sake. He didn't make enough money to provide ample separate maintenance. As it was, however, she was in a position to do whatever she wanted-remain with him or leave. She had only herself to consider.
What did she really want to do? She puzzled over it until finally she dropped off to sleep. The question remained unanswered.
XI
BY MID-MORNING OF THE NEXT DAY, HELEN still hadn't come to accept the decision which seemed inevitable in the circumstances: to leave Jerry.
The ringing of the telephone ripped into her glum reverie, and she moved like an automaton to answer it.
"Helen? This is Liz Kimbrough. How are you?"
"Oh ... Liz. I'm fine, I guess."
Liz hesitated. "You don't sound very fine. Is your problem the kind that a friend can help you with?" "I don't know. I don't think so." "Try me," Liz urged.
Helen needed someone to talk with, and it took no further coaxing to break her down.
"Oh, Liz..." she cried. "I'm so miserable! Jerry and I are on the verge of breaking up."
"No! Why? What happened? Did the other night have anything to do with it,"
"It had a lot to do with it." Helen sniffled.
She stopped, suddenly fearing that she couldn't discuss the problem with Liz after all. Liz was married to Andy, and it was Andy and his wonderful lovemaking that had brought her situation with Jerry to a head.
"Well, what is it?" Liz prodded.
"I-I can't tell you."
"Nonsense. Of course you can."
She paused, but Helen didn't respond.
"Look," Liz said, "I'm going to drop over. I've got nothing but lime on my hands today, and we're going to have this thing out. It will do you good to talk to someone who's sympathetic."
"But that's just it," Helen insisted. "You can't be sympathetic."
"And why not?"
Helen decided she would have to reveal this much: "Because my problem has to do with ... Andy. And you're married to him."
"You've fallen in love with Andy?" Liz asked cautiously.
"No. I don't believe so. But he was so good to me and ... oh, Liz, you couldn't possibly understand."
The hell she couldn't, Liz thought. It already seemed clear enough-in the light of what had happened the other night and what she knew about both Andy and Jerry.
"I'll be over in half an hour," Liz said quickly. "Now don't run out. You have to talk to someone. Let me be the willing ear."
"All right, Liz," Helen agreed, wondering how it would work out. Nothing could be much worse than it was right now.
She hung up the phone and moved quickly to tidy up the house.
". . . so that's it," Helen said, as the two women sat opposite each other in the living room. "That's where Jerry and I find ourselves right now. There doesn't seem to be any hope of resolving things between us. His pride is involved ... and my needs..."
Liz got up and walked over to the flowered sofa, to sit beside Helen. She slipped her arm easily around Helen's shoulders.
"I understand your needs," she said, a strange little huskiness coming into her voice. "I have the same needs myself. Every woman has."
"What's the matter with Jerry?" Helen fretted, as she turned to look at Liz, close range. "He's had experience with lots of girls. He was very popular before we were married. You'd think he would have learned something."
"I've found that the more handsome and personable a man is, the more self-centered he's apt to be. He figures he's God's gift to womankind and that he's doing them a favor when he screws them."
"Liz...! "
"Come on, now. Let's be frank with each other. The other night, when we played together on the bed with Andy, we weren't bashful."
"That was the other night," Helen said. "Things are a little different now."
"They don't have to be," Liz suggested.
Helen looked at her peculiarly, as if seeking her meaning.
How dense some women can be, Liz thought. Then she decided that she shouldn't blame Helen; she herself hadn't admitted her own special interest in girls until just recently, when she and Andy started screwing around together with Eloise ... and Helen.
Believing it would be helpful to draw the other woman out verbally, Liz began asking a series of question whose answers she already knew:
"You said Jerry doesn't take enough time with you and doesn't do all the things you like-the way Andy did. Just what did you mean by that?"
Helen blinked. "Don't you know?"
Liz smiled at her. "I think so. But I want you to tell me."
"Well, it's a little embarrassing ... but I'm talking about oral things mainly: Kissing my breasts and ... elsewhere. You know."
"Mmmmm. Yes I do. Tell me ... how did you like it the other night, when you reached a climax with the three of us-you, and Andy and me-on the same bed? Was that good for you?"
"Wonderful!" she said, without hesitation. She looked down. "That's really what I need-lots of tonguing and ... well, that sort of thing."
"Yes,"
"Jerry won't do any of that. And he was horrified when I ... went down on him." "He didn't enjoy it?"
"He said he didn't. He acted shocked. He's hardly touched or looked at me since." "The slob," Liz murmured.
"But I'm not sure I want to leave him!" Helen exclaimed, as she looked at her friend in anguish. "Do you see what my problem is?"
"Yes, I do. Well, one thing is certain: You have to have satisfaction. If you can't get it from Jerry, you'll have to get it somewhere else. Maybe, in time, Jerry will come around, but in the meanwhile..."
"Yes?"
Liz had Helen right where she wanted her now. Liz was in a position where she could invite the beautiful blonde to the swap party with the Bairds, Andy and herself ... or she could propose something else-something more immediate and pleasurable for them both.
But did she dare do the latter? Could she present it in a way that would overcome Helen's natural aversion to the idea, if not the practice?
Liz believed so.
She began carefully:
"You know, women are bound to have a better understanding of another woman's needs than any man could have."
"I suppose that's right," Helen admitted.
"Women also can satisfy those needs." Liz smiled disarmingly."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Well, there's a silly notion a lot of people havemen and women alike-that a woman can't respond pleasurably to another woman's caresses unless they're both Lesbians."
"That's right isn't it?"
"Of course not. I'm not a Lesbian-Christ, I enjoy nothing more than a good strong screwing by a competent male-but I respond to women, too."
Helen looked shocked.
Liz laughed gently. "It's not unusual. Every woman is that way, once she lets herself go. Not all will admit it, however."
"I don't believe I could ever respond to another woman in that way," Helen said warily. "Want to bet?"
Helen tensed. "No. And I don't want to find out, either."
"Are you afraid to learn the truth about yourself?" Liz challenged.
"I already know the truth about myself. I'm a man's girl all the way."
"And you don't believe you could respond to another woman's touch?"
"I'm sure I couldn't."
Liz now was ready to spring her trump card. She paused for maximum dramatic effect, then smiled confidently.
"Remember the other night ... on the bed with Andy and me?" "Of course. I told you how good that was." "It was I who kissed you, not Andy."
Helen's lips parted and her eyes opened wide.
"Andy held your thighs," Liz said. "But it was my mouth on your pussy. My lips. My tongue. I brought you to a climax."
"Liz! Oh, God!"
Liz laughed gently. "Why look so tragic? It was great fun. We could do it again. We could do it right now."
Helen quickly thought back and remembered how really good it was. Nothing had ever felt better. The tongue and lips that had worked on her had known exactly what to do ... exactly where and how to suck, how to lick, and when to increase the activity as she achieved her frenzy...
But Liz was a woman!
Helen was more confused that she'd ever been in her life.
"I know what's bothering you," Liz said. "I was that way recently myself. It was only when Andy and I had our first swap date that I realized that I was interested in other women. You're the first and only one I've actually had sex with. So that puts us on an equal basis. I didn't want to admit the truth about myself-that I could respond to a woman-at first. But now I can't deny it ... and baby ... neither can you."
Liz was right. Helen felt like a person dangling above quicksand, about to let go and drop, to be swallowed up. She couldn't seem to help herself. Her grip was weakening...
"Let's just try it today, now that we both have our eyes open. If you don't like it, I'll never bug you about it again. It's even possible I won't like it, either, now that there's no man around. Let's find out."
"What did Andy think about you making love to another woman?"
"He didn't mind. He thought it was just a prank the other night. He made oral love to me while I took care of you."
"Oh, Liz ... I'm afraid."
Liz placed a hand on Helen's bosom. "Don't be. I'll go slowly and be very gentle. You don't have to do anything you don't feel like doing. I promise I'll stop whenever you tell me to."
Liz knew she wouldn't be able to stop once the action was underway. But she had confidence Helen wouldn't want to stop by then, either.
Liz began to caress Helen's tits, rubbing them through her blouse and bra. Almost unconsciously, Helen arched her back to force the tingling boobies forward. She closed her eyes.
Excitement rose in the pretty blonde. She couldn't help it. She wanted to be completely naked and to have Liz naked, too. She wanted them to be on the bed together...
Sensing her advantage, Liz moved quickly to capitalize on it. She unfastened the top button of Helen's blouse, then the second one.
With wild tingles going through her, Helen looked down and watched dizzily as her blouse opened up, revealing the mounds of her tits which were cupped in a plain pink bra. Liz's hand slid inside the blouse now, on one of the cups. It tightened just enough and worked the boob tenderly. A man would have grabbed more-even Andy would have-but Liz stroked in a very gentle exciting way.
While one hand was thus engaged, Liz used her other hand to complete the unbuttoning of Helen's blouse. She pushed it off the woman's shoulders and it slid down her arms. Liz plucked it away.
She slid closer to Helen. Her moist, parted lips approached Helen's mouth. like a predator, Liz struck. Her lips clung to Helen's and her tongue surged into Helen's mouth. At the same time, Liz quickly pinched open the fasteners on Helen's bra and drew the harness away.
Helen's big soft tits tumbled out into Liz's grasp.
There was no mistaking the tremendous surge of passion which swept through Helen now. Liz's hand on her breasts was a barbed benediction, at once soothing and evoking tingles of excitement.
Liz handled her titties well, hefting and kneading them gently and plucking at their swollen, throbbing tips. Liz's insistent tongue in her mouth formed a perfect accompaniment to the body caress. Helen melted as her nerves sang joyously.
In the midst of this sensual riot, she couldn't help but stand amazed that such a thing could be happening to her.
The sensations which Liz received were hardly less astounding. Now there was no pretense of playing a prank, and no spontaneity to dilute the hard reality of what was happening. This was a deliberate, calculated seduction of one woman by another, and Liz was the seductress.
But Helen was responding. This was evident in the stroking of her tongue next to Liz's now and in the way Helen arched her back to thrust her fruity breasts more fully into Liz's grasp.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Liz murmured, after their first kiss came to an end.
Helen didn't protest. She wanted to go on and experience everything. She wanted to know what she was capable of ... what her limits were, if any.
She got up and moved ahead of Liz down the hall. Her bare tits bobbed heavily. When she reached the bed, Helen lay down immediately, still wearing her skirt, half-slip and panties. She discarded only her shoes.
Standing beside the bed, Liz quickly removed her own clothing. Helen watched her dreamily, still only half convinced that what was happening was real. But if it was an illusion, she was willing to embrace it ... now ... for this one time ... to see...
The beautiful brunette removed her dress, then her slip. She stood in a blue satin bra, blue briefs with a white lace trim, white garter straps, and long sleek sand-colored hose.
She reached behind her, opened the bra and shrugged its ribbons down her arms. Her titties swooped free. Their rosy, exquisitely formed nipples were standing up and out.
As soon as she had rid herself of the bra, Liz quickly bent and ungartered a stocking. Her titties quivered and swooped more-hanging lush and ripe as fall fruit on a bough. She drew her clingy stocking down and removed it with her shoe. Next she ungartered the other nylon and removed it, along with her other shoe.
She straightened up and, gazing directly at Helen, caught the thin elastic band at the top of her panties; she drew the elastic down, turning the panties inside out and drawing them away from her black-bushed loins.
Helen's wooziness increased. She felt half-drunk, yet she hadn't taken a drop of liquor. Anyway, booze could not have accounted for the moistness between her legs ... the way her panties were clinging to the plushy lips of her cunt.
Liz stepped out of her briefs, straightened them and lay them on a chair. Her garter belt followed, and she was nude.
"This is ... crazy," Helen murmured, in a husky voice as Liz got onto the bed to join her.
"You'll think it's delectable before I'm through," Liz said, cuddling her. "Aren't you excited now?"
"Yes," Helen admitted, her arms coming around the naked woman.
"I'm hot as I can be," Liz confessed. "I want to pet and kiss you all over. Isn't that what you want, too?" "I. . . guess so," Helen said.
Liz sat up and deftly raised Helen's skirt and slip. Helen wore pink nylon panties which clung to the curve of her cunt and showed the shadow of her pubic curls. Liz caressed her cunt and belly through the silken cloth, then gripped Helen's pants at their top and drew them down, baring her belly and gold-thatched loins. Liz tossed the panties over the edge of the bed.
The sight of Helen's blonde-fringed pussy, dew-laden, heightened the excitement in Liz. She could hardly wait to get her mouth down onto that luscious cuntto tongue it and suck it, to drink its flowing sweetness.
She could only hope that before she was through, Helen would want to reciprocate and suck her pussy, too. She would try to bring that about, if possible.
She embraced Helen again-this time, bare titties to bare titties. Liz's hand slid down to cup and gently stroke Helen's shaggy mound.
"Oh, Liz ... oh ... get your finger into it ... screw me with your finger..." Helen couldn't help moaning and babbling this way, now that all bars were down.
Liz happily met her demands. As Liz's finger stroked carefully in and out of Helen's juicy cunt, rubbing her clitty exactly right, maintaining steady pressure which was just firm enough, the blonde novitiate's excitement surged boundlessly.
Why was she reacting so strongly to another woman? She wondered in the midst of it. Was this just an expression of gratitude for the kind of attention she had long needed from a man and hardly ever received? Was it pure giddiness? Or did it indicate that she really and truly preferred women to men?
She could hardly believe the latter, but look at the way she was behaving ... look at the way she felt!
Her cunt ground upward against Liz's pistoning hand. Helen grunted and moaned. Her pussy ran with juice. Her slit flared, its mouth large enough now to take a real big cock. Liz slipped an added finger into it. She stroked and stroked. Her tongue fluttered along Helen's lips. Her other hand plucked at Helen's nipples.
"Caress me," Liz murmured. "Play with my tits. Rub my belly..."
Helen responded immediately, enclosing a firm shapely breast in as much of her grasp as would go around it. She squeezed experimentally and thrilled as strongly as Liz did.
What was happening now was new to both of them, for Liz had never been-made-love-to by a woman and Helen had never made love to one.
They stroked and caressed each other. They kissed. They rolled about. Soon each had her hand on the other's shaggy pussy and each was stroking two slender fingers in the other's cunt. . . across the clitoris, around the elastic mouth of the yearning little hole, deeply in, and out again.
They sucked each other's nipples at great length.
Both rose gradually but steadily toward the point of climax. They panted and cooed and murmured together.
Now Liz turned predator once more and began to lick and nibble her way down the blonde's curvaceous body, swabbing Helen's tummy with her tongue ... skipping to her thighs and licking them as Helen twisted on her back and flexed her shapely satin-textured legs. Finally Liz's mouth leaped to the place it had wanted to visit from the start. Or re-visit, actually. It had been there the other night, and Liz had been deviled by the bittersweet memory ever since.
She inserted her tongue into Helen's slippery slit, and the blonde went wild, bumping her cunt so excitedly that Liz's tongue slipped out and her nose was bruised.
"Hey ... take it easy!" Liz said.
"Sorry..." Helen mumbled. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, but that's so good! Lick me some more there. Please...! "
Liz held her spread thighs in place and bent again to the tasty split which was oozing moisture. This time she licked along its outer flanges first-up one side and down the other. She caught some curly coarse hairs between her teeth and pulled them almost painfully.
But Helen moaned with delight.
Liz flickered her tongue at Helen's quivering clitty, making it swell more and throb so delightedly that her entire lower region jerked against the hands which held her thighs down. Now Liz sank her loving tongue into Helen's cunt again-that warm oozing cunt that wanted it so badly. She rotated her tongue, reaming the elastic pussy walls. She lapped up copious quantities of Helen's honey.
Suddenly she stopped and raised her head to look at the passion-gripped blonde. Helen was nearly beside herself with lust.
She moaned and writhed. "Don't stop!" she pleaded. "Oh, God, do it some more!"
"You do it to me, baby, while I do you," Liz directed, and she arranged herself next to Helen, so that her head was near Helen's loins and her crotch was close to Helen's face.
It wasn't necessary for Liz to say anything else or to exercise any added persuasion. Helen wanted to participate as a giver as well as a taker. She wanted to do and experience everything now.
She ran one arm under Liz's body and gripped her plaint ass with both hands. Liz lifted a leg to wind it around Helen's shoulders as the blonde hunched into Liz's warm, moist crotch.
Liz was already in Helen's crotch, tonguing and sucking hungrily.
Helen needed no guidance to enable her to do the same thing, with results which were wonderfully exciting to Liz. Helen's eager lips opened Liz's yearning pussy, and Helen's tongue surged fully into the spasming slit. She pumped her tongue in and out.
Liz responded by eating Helen's cunt more voraciously than ever, twisting her head this way and that as she bore in. She sucked up the thick, musky fluid of Helen's pussy. She let her tongue flap across Helen's clitty and in and out of her quim.
Helen pulled Liz's love garden harder against her face and she sucked, swallowing great quantities of the other woman's cream. Helen's tongue flickered.
The two women tongue screwed each other to a fare-thee-well.
Finally Liz became so excited that she began to bite the velvety soft flesh of Helen's cunt. The blonde responded with a blubbery moan and thrust her tongue as deeply into Liz's pussy as it would go. She wagged it and screwed it around.
Liz came, shuddering against Helen's mouth. Ripples of exquisite delight rose through her. Her belly bumped again and again. Helen kept tonguing her cunt ,and Liz's climax was deeply and fully satisfying.
While she came, Liz gripped Helen's spongy rump all the harder and pistoned her tongue more actively in Helen's now round and throbbing hole. Helen pushed against her and suddenly let go in a bumping spasm of completion which first seemed very satisfying then, surprisingly, turned soft.
She wanted something she wasn't getting: A rod! A glorious big fat thrusting prick, pumping deep and hard into her cunt!
She knew immediately what the lack was, and it made her glad even as she climaxed weakly. She was a real woman after all! It took a man to truly satisfy her. Everything Liz had done was fine-the tonguing, the licking, the sucking, the caressing. But at the finish, Helen had to be screwed and no tongue could do that like a cock could.
The women fell apart and lay panting on the bed.
Liz was on a cloud, somewhere very close to heaven. She was as close to heaven as any man had ever sent her and somehow even more relaxed and soul-satisfied at the finish.
She turned and gazed at Helen, her eyes aglow. "Well don't tell me that didn't thrill you."
"It thrilled me," Helen confirmed.
"And satisfied you?" Liz reached out and lightly caressed Helen's tits.
"In a way."
"What do you mean-in a way? It satisfied me ... every way!"
"I'm glad," Helen smiled.
Liz squinted. "You mean you didn't get there full and strong? It wasn't a great climax for you?"
"It was good," she said with a note of reservation. Then she blurted, "But it wasn't as good as with Andy."
"Really?"
"Yes. I guess I am a man's girl, after all. I warned you I was."
Liz just looked at her.
"But I'm not sorry I tried it," Helen said, and added, "You were very sweet."
"Would you a want to do it again some time?" Liz watched closely for the other woman's response.
"Maybe. I don't know. But it would never take the place of screwing. Not really."
"And Andy's the man you want to be screwed by, isn't he?"
"He's your husband," Helen said.
"That's beside the point. He is the man-right?"
Helen hesitated only a moment, then she nodded.
"You're going to get your wish. We're having another swap party. There'll be another couple there, too, but I'm sure you and Andy can pair off if that's what both of you want."
"There can't be any more swaps," Helen said. "My marriage to Jerry is hanging by a thread as it is. I couldn't ask him to go to another party like that and, if I did ask, he probably wouldn't."
"Who said anything about asking Jerry?" Liz retorted. "You come alone."
"But how would that look?"
"No one will mind, I'm sure. This other couple is a real swinging pair. They're the ones who broke Andy and I into the swapping sport."
"How will we match up, if there's one man short?"
"Andy and Tom Baird-he's the other fellow-can take care of three girls. Anyway, I'm not sure I wouldn't rather ball his wife."
"Liz! Really?"
Liz nodded. "I'm afraid you and I aren't quite the same, after all. I really dug it with you just now. I think I would dig it with Eloise Baird, too. Right now, I'm thinking more about her than about her husband. That must mean something."
"What will Andy say?" Helen murmured.
"I don't know," Liz replied thoughtfully. "That's going to be a problem, I'm afraid. But it's one I'm going to have to face sooner or later."
"I still don't know what I'm going to do about Jerry," Helen said.
"Leave him," was Liz's succinct advice.
"Do you really believe I should?"
"I believe you'll have to, if you ever want to enjoy sex. He isn't going to change. He's self-centered and conceited. You'll never convince him he isn't a good lover. The more static you give him, the more he'll branch out to 'prove' himself with other girls. And since they probably won't be frank with him, he'll never know how poorly he's doing with them. He'll get his kicks, and that's all he really cares about, anyway."
"I'm afraid you're right," Helen admitted.
"So come to the party by yourself. You'll find what you want there."
The look in Liz's eyes conveyed something Helen didn't quite understand ... or perhaps was not willing to believe.
XII
HELEN DID GO TO THE PARTY, BECAUSE this seemed to be the only way she could see Andy, short of calling him at his office and arranging a date behind Liz's back. This Helen wouldn't do. Anyway, she didn't know whether it would work-Andy might turn her down, and that would be a hard blow for her to take.
More and more, her thoughts were centered on him.
Getting away from her house to go to the party was no problem, because Jerry wasn't home that evening. He was out with some woman.
Helen's marriage was in a shambles. There was no use trying to kid herself that it could be saved, or that it was worth saving. Jerry was not the kind of man she needed. The more firmly she realized this, the less important became the little qualities of his which had appealed to her-they were not the stuff on which a lasting marriage could be based.
She was prepared, when she went to the party, to have another wild time such as she'd had with Liz and Andy before. She didn't object to that, nor did she look forward to it particularly. She would be with Andy for a little while, and no doubt feel his touch and kiss again. That was what she wanted.
But she quickly discovered, after she met the Bairds in a restaurant, that Tom was going to be a factor to contend with. His eyes were on her all the time.
Andy kept looking at her, too, but he tried not to be so obvious about it. She wondered how he really felt about her. She had to find out before this night was over.
When Tom suggested that the party move to his house, everyone agreed. Once there, the affair started to swing right away.
Eloise led the festivities by proposing that she and the other two women do a go-go dance for the entertainment of the outnumbered males. Liz agreed. Helen didn't care for the idea, but she had drunk a good deal by that time and she went along with it. Anyway, she couldn't very well have refused. She knew what kind of a party it was going to be before she came-inhibitions (and clothing) were to be cast aside and everyone was to enjoy himself or herself in a carnal way.
The casting off of clothes began immediately, for what good was a go-go dance that wasn't topless? Liz wore a two-piece dress and could have kept her skirt on, but she removed it to conform to the style of the other women, whose one-piece dresses were removed. Bras quickly followed.
Eloise wore no slip, so she was left in lacy black panties, a black garter belt and dusky hose, cinched high on her thighs. The white flesh which gleamed between her stockings and pants was stimulating in the extreme.
Liz wore a blue short slip which was lacy and slashed at the side. Helen's minislip was a shocking red; she had bought it especially for the party. She wore red fishnet stockings to match.
Dressed like this, the women began to gyrate to a hard-rock LP which Tom played on his stereo. Eloise's titties lurched and leaped loosely about, while Helen's bounced heavily and Liz' vibrated with appealing tautness, keeping their pointy, out-thrust shape.
Tom and Andy sat back, drinks in hand, and enjoyed the spectacle. Both had hard-ons. Never had they seen such a display, which was at once theatrically bawdy and intimate.
The flashing stockinged legs were appealing, as were Eloise's bare upper thighs and the occasional glimpses which were had above Helen's and Liz's stockings. However, it was breasts that stole the show-bouncing, vibrating, swaying, swinging breasts-three nude pairs of them on active display at once!
The girls tried to outdo one another in the way they made their titties jump. Eloise also fondled and squeezed hers, watching Andy all the time. Helen was playing mostly to Andy, too. Only Liz seemed impersonal about her performance, and both men would have been surprised if they had known the thoughts which were going through her mind.
Finally the long-playing record came to an end, and the men clapped loudly.
Tom lunged, grasped Helen and drew her down onto his lap. She felt his big bone poking at her lightly clad seat. He drew her face to him for a kiss and at the same time filled his hand with a ripe bulging breast.
This left Eloise, Liz and Andy to amuse themselves as best they could together. Again Eloise took the initiative by joining Andy on the sofa where he sat. She embraced him, and they lay over onto their sides, her hand moving at the front of his trousers while he toyed with her tits.
Liz wouldn't be shut out, however. She dropped to her knees beside the couch, then furnished the first surprise of the evening by stroking Eloise's soft, smooth flesh, rather than Andy's masculine form. She leaned closer and affixed her mouth to the other woman's thigh, between the lacy edge of her panties and the top of a tightly-gartered stocking.
Eloise looked around at Liz, her face portraying astonishment, then a strange fascination as she watched and felt Liz's loving lips and tongue at work on her. Andy was stroking Eloise's tits at the same time. He twisted his head and caught Eloise's mouth, inserting his tongue between her lips.
But she pulled her mouth free of his and stared down at Liz once more while Liz licked along her stocking top.
Andy looked at his wife, then Eloise looked at him.
"My God!" Eloise said-that was all.
He smiled faintly. He had been prepared for the possibility of a development like this. Its occurrence made him a little sad, but it relieved him, also, for it opened the way to a fulfillment of the new desire that had come to him in recent days.
He gazed over Liz's head at Helen, who was being embraced by Tom. She looked at Andy. Their eyes communed warmly while each was involved with another partner. It was clear that these involvements were of the body only. Their spirits were with each other.
The party proceeded on its merry way. Tom went after Helen eagerly, while Eloise enjoyed the luxury of having two persons (representing both sexes) pay court to her softly voluptuous charms.
It was necessary for the party to run its course. Both Andy and Helen understood this, though they would have preferred very much to have it over now and to go away somewhere to be alone together. That would happen before the evening was over, they both hoped.
But for now...
Tom's hand moved on Helen's firm, rounded thighs, stroking and kneading the pliant flesh while his tongue stroked in and out between her soft, sweet-tasting lips. He alternated the tongue-stroking with a gentle nibbling at her lips by his own; he licked all around her mouth, stretching and shaping her lips as he might have stretched and formed the orifice of her cunt. By now, his hand was fully up into her warm, soft crotch, and he was tickling the plushy split of her pussy through her gossamer red panties.
Helen's thighs yawned wider and wider. She wanted Andy, but this man who was with her certainly knew how to turn a girl on! Her nubile body couldn't help but respond to him.
Tom's tongue delved deeply in and out of her mouth, lapping up her sweetness. His inquisitive fingers carried a panty elastic from one groin to the other, exposing the golden bush which grew on her pussy curve ... and, more important, exposing the throbbing, moist pussy itself.
He plucked at her cunt hairs gently, lovingly, and she knew he was a man who enjoyed cunt in all the various ways-by hand, mouth and penis. What was more, he wouldn't proceed too swiftly with her. He was no Jerry jackrabbit.
"Take off my panties," she purred, as she leaned closer to him.
"With pleasure, darling," he said.
He gave her a little pat on the hip and she stood up. She remained within his reach and he pleasurably gripped the top elastic of her red slip, drawing that down first. She leaned on his shoulder as she stepped out of it, her titties swaying. Now he lowered her panties in the same way, and she stepped out of them.
She was a wonderfully erotic vision in a slender red garter belt and red fishnet stockings, with her billowy cunt hair gleaming on the ripe crescent of her twat.
He said, "How would you like to lie down on the floor?" "Love it," was her reply.
He got up, sporting a long stiff boner, and tossed pillows down to the rug. Helen lay down on them immediately, while Tom stood above her and took off his clothes ...
Liz had slid Eloise's briefs off, and Eloise had opened the front of Andy's pants. While she played with his pecker, stroking the velvet foreskin up and down across the corona of his penile head, Liz licked and sucked around Eloise's soft, moistly fragrant thighs. The scent was an enticing mixture of perfume and fresh arousal. Liz adored it. The more she licked, the more Eloise exuded the delightful aroma and moistness.
Andy kissed Eloise's mouth and pulled gently at her tits, twirling the stiffened nipples between the tips of his fingers. After a time, he worked his mouth down onto the lush, soft mounds which bore the same perfume she had placed on her thighs. He breathed in this sweetness while his tongue traveled up one titty-slope and down the other ... over and around her nipples ... along the crease under each breast and up through the valley between them. He centered on one nipple finally and drew it into his mouth for a deep, soul-satisfying suck, while his hand toyed with the tip of the opposite titty.
By now, Liz had worked one of Eloise's thighs up over her shoulder and was hunching down to Eloise's oozing, hairless cunt. She licked along the moist, plushy furrow, then dipped her tongue into the slick, pink crevice.
"Oh," Eloise said, and writhed gently while pulling more aggressively on Andy's stiff peter. The situation on the couch was fast approaching a point where a decision would have to be made about who was going to screw whom ... and how. A number of possibilities were open to the three participants.
Liz determined what would happen, by the way she went after Eloise. She snuggled more of her body into the V of Eloise's thighs and all but pushed Andy off the couch completely.
He took the hint.
Anyway, he wasn't burning to screw Eloise. Eloise or Liz, it made little difference to him, because it was clear now that Eloise had gone the Lesbian route before and enjoyed it as much as his wife did.
He got up and looked down at the writhing females-Eloise on her side, twisting and ohing as Liz hungrily devoured her cunt, while the latter knelt beside the sofa. Watching them, Andy took his clothes off...
Nude, his magnificent prick sticking out and upward like a lance at the ready, Tom dropped to the floor, landing on his knees beside Helen's pillow bed.
He petted her gleaming, smooth thighs, then proceeded to unsnap each of her garters in turn and roll down her imagine red stockings. He bent, kissing here and there along her legs as he denuded their taffy-lengths.
When he reached her toes, he kissed each of them in turn. Helen rolled from side to side on her bare ass, letting her pussy wiggle. Tom sighted upward between her open thighs and watched the rosy orifice of her vagina open and close as she twisted.
Suddenly he surged forward, up the narrowing valley of her thighs. He grasped those luscious slabs from underneath, his thumbs sinking into their soft inner slopes, and he spread the gates of lust wide apart.
"Oh!" Helen cried, as his ravenous mouth went down on the split peach at her loins, his lips clamping onto its moist outer puffiness, his tongue sinking into its succulent center.
Andy glanced over and watched him eat.
The room was alive with mewlings and murmurings and the soft sounds of lips and tongues slurping at moist cunts. It was hard to say who was doing a better job at cunnilingus, Tom or Liz. Tom was eating Helen's pussy with perhaps a little greater style and dexterity than Liz showed at Eloise's cunt, but Liz made up for any lack of technique by the sheer lustful hunger of her onslaught.
Helen was enjoying Tom's attentions-that was for certain but, as she tossed her head on a pillow and her golden hair streamed across the rug, her eyes caught Andy's and she gazed warmly at him, as if to say that she wished the mouth at her organ was his.
He smiled and continued undressing.
Tom licked in and out of Helen's cunt, then up and down each lip. He swabbed her tingling clitty. He clamped his mouth on her rosy hole and sucked, taking in sweet gobs of her cunt-juice.
He clamped his teeth gently around one of her pussy lips and nibbled at it. She writhed and keened softly.
He nibbled at the other lip, twisting and turning his head in the aromatic valley of her thighs. He licked down her crotch and across her tiny ass-hole, which puckered when his tongue touched it.
His tongue swabbed upward and dipped deeply into her quim once more. He lapped in and out while his lips fastened onto her pussy lips and sucked...
Nude, Andy approached the rear end of his wife.
She had her head buried deeply in Eloise's crotch, gobbling greedily. Her ass wiggled this way and that as she knelt beside the sofa.
Andy fell to his knees behind her. He gripped the panty elastic which crossed the small of her back and stretched it up and toward him, carrying it away from her white, dimpled bottom.
He drew her blue briefs down her thighs and worked them out from under her knees. If she wondered at what he was doing or why, she gave no sign of it. Most-likely, she assumed he was going to screw her from behind and was happy to have him do it while she tongued Eloise.
Andy pushed Liz's stockinged legs a little way apart so that her shaggy black-haired cunt was on total display. He tickled and petted it with his fingers and she writhed a bit more actively.
In spite of her new-found interest in females, Liz still enjoyed the touch of a man. Andy knew this. But he also knew that he couldn't share his woman with other women. He had just about decided that he didn't want to share a woman with other men, either, even if this gave him a crack at the other men's wives.
Swapping was all right, but a lot depended on the way a man felt about the woman he was offering for a swap.
He thought of Helen as he tickled Liz's ass. He wished that the cunt he was feeling belonged to Helen; he wished it was adorned with buttery blonde curls instead of Liz's black ones. He wished that the rosy moistness which his fingers exposed led into Helen's warm depths instead of into the depths of his screw-around, cunt-licking wife.
But it was Liz's ass which was in front of him now, not Helen's. It was Liz's ass that he would have to screw, unless somehow he could get Eloise away from Liz ... and that, frankly, wasn't worth the effort.
He gripped his husky prick in his hand and moved up to Liz's backside.
As the tip of his cock parted the folds of his wife's moist pussy, slid in and was followed by the knobby head of his dong, he tried to imagine he was penetrating Helen.
Liz ground her ass against his prick thrust, imparting a voluptuous sensation to his corona as he sank it deeper. He drove his rod into her all the way and then he started pumpstroking in and out and in rotation while Liz ground her rump and tongue deeper into Eloise's pussy at the same time.
Eloise was gripping her own throbby tits and working them avidly as she gasped and cried with joy.
Liz, caught happily in the middle, between female and male, bumped her rump and licked and sucked, getting excitement at both ends.
Andy pounded his wife's plump buttocks as he sti d his hot cock in and out of her twat. He turned ant. matched as Tom was about to mount Helen...
She was panting with desire, wild to feel a prick inside her.
She didn't care much at this point in this state of excitement whether the prick belonged to Andy or Tom or to the cop who directed traffic on the comer. A prick was a prick was a prick when a lady felt this horny!
"Oh, screw me!" she cried. "Baby, screw me hard!"
She made of her hands a funnel in front of her flaring cunt, and she channeled the blunt head of Tom's pecker into her, followed by its bone-hard, wrist-thick shaft.
He sank his cock deeply into her, then ground it deeper yet. Already spasms of completion were beginning to shake the beautiful, voluptuous Helen.
Tom palmed both her tits and lay on his wide-spread elbows as he hunched in and out of her, grunting, "Oh, shit! Oh, baby! Screw me, you luscious cunt!"
She pumped as he screwed her. Their loins beat against each other avidly.
Andy was screwing Liz with equal vigor, but without the same degree of concentration on the physical part of it. Before him, he had to watch her rooting in another woman's crotch, and he couldn't help but be affected by the way Eloise bumped her pussy against Liz's face and otherwise indicated her extreme delight over the oral love which Liz was giving her.
This was arousing in itself, but it aroused Andy in the wrong way, making him want to do something more than just screw his wife. Liz had her back arched and was rotating her ass against the pistoning of his pecker in and out of her cunt. She obviously was pleased to have him continue what he was doing while she continued with Eloise.
But suddenly the urge came over Andy to do something else more shocking, to demonstrate how he really felt about what was happening.
He did it, pulling his prick out of Liz's pussy with a wet sucking sound, guiding it the inch or so upward to the orifice which lay hidden between her plump, white buttocks. He ground his slimy cock at that tight little hole, pushing with all his might and, before Liz knew what had happened, it had slid into her anus.
She raised her head from Eloise's crotch and shrieked, but Andy bad his cock well embedded in her rectum by now, and he proceeded to screw her ass-hole, paying no heed to her cries of pain and protest. If anything, her cries spurred him on. This was what she deserved and what he wanted to give her...
Tom and Helen were at the peak now. She was squealing and shaking with the bliss of her continuing orgasm as he pumped his hard cock deeply in and out of her cunt. That cunt was grabbing at him and creaming copiously.
He glanced at the three persons who were draped over the sofa-Eloise under Liz, Andy atop Liz's back-and Tom's own orgasm ripped through him, causing his cock to jerk and jerk as it spewed forth its thick lengthy jets of semen.
Eloise grasped Liz head and pulled it back down into her crotch. Liz submitted because, now that she had gotten used to the pretense of Andy's penis in her ass-hole, it wasn't half bad ... and, besides, she had a climax of her own to reach.
Her open mouth clamped hotly onto Eloise's throbbing twat, and Liz's saliva drooled into Eloise's spasming hole even as Liz lapped up the other woman's cunt-honey. Andy growled as he pumped and ground his prick in his wife's upturned ass.
Soon he set off a chain-reaction climax, jerking and jetting his cock-cream hotly into Liz's rectum. This sensation was so different from anything she had ever felt before and so thrilling that she clamped onto Eloise's pussy hard and pistoned her tongue rapidly as she reached her zenith. Eloise caught the orgasmic fever, shaking and crying with delight as she squeezed her own titties with her hands.
Andy immediately went to the bathroom and washed up. At the same time, Liz went to the other one.
Eloise was left alone on the couch, and she blinked at her husband who was just now dismounting from Helen's voluptuous form.
Helen got up and began to gather her clothes.
By the time Andy had returned, she was half-dressed. She rushed to him.
"Let's go to your house," she said urgently. "I can't stay around here any longer."
Andy asked Tom, "Do you think you can keep two horny females happy for the rest of the night?"
"If I can't, I'll die trying," Tom grinned back.
Andy quickly dressed.
Inside of five minutes, he and Helen left the house together.
In the car, she snuggled against him and he caressed her hot, silken thighs. She opened the zipper at his fly and let out his resurrected pecker. She stroked the adored rod gently while he petted very close to the shrine of her womanhood, which he desired so much.
As soon as they reached his place, they hurried into the house together. It was late at night, so it wasn't-likely that the neighbors had noted that the woman with him wasn't Liz. But if they did ... who cared?
Andy and Helen went directly to the master bedroom, and he tried to draw her down onto the bed with him. But she resisted.
"I have to bathe," she insisted. "I'm all full of Tom's stuff. I don't want you to take me while I'm like that. I want to be completely yours!"
Andy agreed ... on the condition that he would be permitted to help her take her bath.
She remembered the pleasant time they'd spent once before in this way, and she agreed. After she had quickly stripped off her clothes, they raced into the bathroom together.
Soapy hands on slick titties ... tender feminine fingers on a soaped-up prick ... female buttocks in wet masculine hands ... soap-slick fingertips at cunt and ass-hole...
All of it was fun. But they hurried through it, and they hurried through the mutual toweling.
Naked together, they ran into the wide bed, tumbled onto it, and immediately merged, Andy's eager cock sinking deeply into Helen's lubricated loins.
They screwed ... slowly ... feelingly ... each of them delighted that, at last, they had found the person whom they truly loved. They each had changed a great deal during a relatively short period of time. The swapping had, in Helen's case, brought into focus a deficiency in her marriage which she had been aware of for a long time but hadn't wanted to admit. In Andy's case, the swapping had changed Liz ... and it had changed him, too. The way in which he had changed suited Helen exactly right, and Liz's change was right for double-gaited women like Eloise and men like Tom who didn't give a shit.
Andy cared. And Helen cared. They cared about each other.
And now it was proved that he didn't have to love her orally every time to please her. He only had to be himself screwing slowly and lovingly, with her pleasure in mind as well as his own.
The screwing lasted for a long time and, when Helen finished, Andy was with her. He was going to be with her from here on out.
A new era of happiness was beginning for both of them.
