Alana Kingston looked around nervously and saw her husband Stu, already naked, standing beside her. In the white light of the moon, his body seemed to glow with an unusual whiteness.
Looking down, he saw her own breasts swaying white and full, the tips looking darker than usual. With a sigh of resignation, she pushed the little white nylon panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. She too was naked then.
"Come on, baby," Stu urged as he caught her hand and hurried toward the water, "they've been in for five minutes already. You don't want them to think we're chicken or something, do you?"
Alana wanted to tell her husband she was exactly that. She didn't though because she saw that his patience was wearing thin.
The water of the lake was cool as they stepped into it. Alana shuddered again, but not so much from the cold water as from the fact that they would be bathing naked with the other couple.
"Hey, they made it at last," Jake Towns called to his wife as they stopped swimming and stood nude in the shallow water.
"Don't worry about us," Stu spoke defensively. "It just takes us a little time."
As he talked, his eyes were on Carla Towns. She stood in the shallow water so that everything from the knees up was on display in the white light. It was the first time he had ever seen her in the nude and it made quite an impact on him.
The twin globes swayed and sparkled with the water droplets catching the reflected light of the moon. They were even bigger than Alana's and they hung up and out just the way they should.
At twenty-eight, she was four years older than his wife, but those big beauties stood firm as if inviting a man to taste them with his hands and his mouth. If things went right over the weekend, he thought with a ripple of excitement, he would be doing that and more.
The couples walked closer in the water, each staring at the others frankly.
"Now you see, Alana," Carla Towns said in a gentle tone, "it really wasn't that bad, was it?"
"I guess not, once you get used to it. I've just never done this sort of thing before."
"With a lush body like that," Jake took over, "you should want the whole world to see it."
Alana knew that even in the pale light of the moon, her blush was showing. She wished she could get over the nervousness and enjoy it as much as her husband obviously was.
She felt his hand cupping her from behind and rubbing gently. With something of a shock, she saw that he had suddenly become fully aroused and wondered whether it was touching her body or looking at Carla that had done it.
Turning toward Jake, she noticed that he was in the same state. If anything, she thought, he's even bigger than Stu.
And then the bigness of the man was hidden from her as he turned and took his nude wife into his arms for a passionate embrace. She watched his hips gyrating and knew where and how he was rubbing against his wife. A minute later, the two fell apart and dropped back into the water for another swim.
Relieved at the temporary respite from having her nude body stared at by two strangers, Alana dropped quickly into the cold water and began swimming. After the initial shock, it wasn't bad at all.
She saw Stu swimming beside her and felt his hand touch her from time to time. They began to swim toward the dock after a while, and Alana felt other hands stealing touches. There was the sound of laughing, happy relaxed laughing and she tried to tell herself not to be such a dummy and to join in the fun.
It had been Stu's idea to start with. They had been married four years now; Stu was twenty-six and she, twenty-four. At first, it had been a happy and exciting marriage, but lately things had gone dull.
Lying in bed one night after having patched up a rough argument, they discussed the fact that their marriage wasn't what it used to be.
Alana suggested that having children could make a big difference.
"That would be the worst thing in the world," Stu replied. "You don't have kids to patch up a sick marriage; you have them when you want them and can afford them."
She remembered having read something like that in a magazine article somewhere and knew he was right.
When she had rejected her own idea and still sought a solution, Stu told her about a book he once read where a psychologist who specialized in sex counselling had brought four unhappily married couples together for an experiment in communal living.
He played it out gently and told how they gradually came closer by naked swimming, drinking and dancing as a group, then graduated to group sexual activity.
Alana found the idea shocking, but he went on to point out that following the experiment, every one of the marriages was not only saved, but became ideally happy.
That conversation had taken place more than a month ago. This weekend at the Towns lake cottage, was meant to be the first tentative step in that direction. Without saying so in so many words, Stu had made it pretty clear to his wife that unless something happened to improve the situation, their marriage was going to end up on the rocks very soon.
In spite of all their difficulties, Alana loved Stu and knew she would do anything to save the marriage.
Alana stopped thinking of how it had all come about when she felt a hand slip boldly between her thighs to stroke her quickly before slipping away.
She knew it wasn't her husband's hand and saw that Jake was out of reach. It could only have been his wife, Carla. Alana had heard about women doing that sort of thing, but she was totally inexperienced in it. All of a sudden, she began trembling again and this time, cool water had nothing at all to do with it.
Jake had climbed up on the dock and she saw Stu following him. She realized then that she couldn't wade to the shore when the others were going to the dock, so she screwed up her courage and moved toward it.
Both Jake and Stu reached to help her up. The hands on her body were intimate things that did more than just help her out of the water.
A moment later, as she sat trembling on the edge of the dock, she watched them help Carla up. Their hands were even more bold with Carla than they had been with her.
Listening to Carla's delighted laughter as they toyed with her, Alana tried to convince herself that she too should relax and enjoy it. Even as she did, she knew it was going to be a very tough job, but one that Stu wanted her to do, any way.
"I think we've all earned a drink." Jake's voice boomed in the still air.
There was a general murmur of approval and they got up and began walking back toward the cottage. With a feeling of dread, Alana realized that the others weren't going to pick up their clothes. They were going to walk into the brightly lighted cottage in the nude and she was going to have to do the same thing.
Out here in the moonlight with the partial protection of the water, it had been bad enough. Inside, under the lights, it was going to be a lot tougher to handle. She hoped she could force herhelf to go through with it.
The thought of enjoying it was the farthest thing from her mind. She would settle for just being able to tolerate it without breaking down and screaming or crying. If that happened, she knew, Stu would never forgive her for embarrassing him that way.
As soon as they got into the cottage, Carla hurried for towels. She returned with what looked like enough for a dozen people instead of just four.
Dropping the pile onto a chair, she threw one toward Stu.
"Come on, Stu. Earn your keep. Dry me off."
Alana saw the look her husband threw her as he caught the towel and moved toward the statuesque nude. The look told her to get with it and understand that this was the way sophisticated people live. She tried to understand.
Seconds later, she saw that Jake too had a big, rough looking towel in his hand and he was coming to dry her. A moment before he touched her, she was sure she would scream. That changed quickly. The towel stimulated her skin as he rubbed and before long, to her surprise, she was actually enjoying being rubbed this way by a man who wasn't her husband.
Watching, Alana saw that her husband was carefully drying the other woman between her thighs. Carla giggled and her whole body swayed. She could guess where the towel was working and what his fingers were doing through it.
She stopped thinking about her husband then because Jake had finished towelling her arms and shoulders. The towel in his hand caught one of the globes from below and held it as he dried it with a gentle, patting, squeezing motion as if it were a work of art.
In spite of herself, Alana stopped resisting and felt a frightening surge of arousal sweep over her. When he drew the towal away, he bent and his lips brushed the sensitive tip that had already become erect during the massage.
She heard the sigh first and realized only later that it had come from her. Moving his mouth away from her, the man moved to the twin peak and repeated the process.
When he had dried and kissed it, he moved the towel down to rub her belly and lower back. He was rougher there and Alana found herself enjoying it. She knew the hills of her bottom must have turned a bright pink from the rubbing. When he drew the towel between the hills, he did so with a gentle, erotic motion.
Alana guessed where the towel would move next, but her guess was wrong. Instead, he handled her tapered thighs like jewels and dried her all the way down to her feet.
When he had finished, he picked up a fresh towel and smiled as he came back to her.
"The jewel of your lovely womanhood deserves a fresh towel, Alana. It should perhaps be satin or oriental silk, but I'll be very gentle. Allow me."
Alana couldn't believe it, but she saw her legs move apart to admit his hand. He dabbed lightly with the towel, patting the water away. When she was sure she was dry, he still patted and she couldn't control the spasms of passion that rocked her body.
When he allowed the towel to slip away and his hand pressed against her warmth, it took a little time before she noticed that there was no towel. Even then, she didn't try to move away from his touch. She knew she should; her mind told her she wanted to, but her body refused to obey.
He stopped then, drew his hand gently away with a sliding motion and handed her a towel. Alana realized that she was expected to dry him.
She wondered what she would do when she reached his more critical areas. Alana told herself she would be afraid, yet she knew she was lying. Looking at the arousal of the big man, she was forced to admit that she was hurrying toward that section.
When she reached it, she held him gently with the towel and patted and rubbed him dry. She didn't want to face the fact that even after she knew he was dry, she still rubbed with the towel.
Finished then, they joined Stu and Carla who stood at the bar pouring drinks. She picked up the glass her husband pushed toward her and told herself that she was doing fine. Keep it up, old girl, she whispered under her breath.
Gradually, the four drifted into conversation and the topic moved steadily toward the importance of intelligent people adopting a broadminded attitude.
Both Jake and Carla seemed experienced in discussing the subject and Alana was surprised at how her husband too seemed to know all the words. She had no choice but to follow them and appear to share their point of view.
Before long, Alana found that it didn't require as much acting to say the things they said. She was really beginning to believe them.
Can this really be me? Alana asked herself. Am I really saying all these things? Do I really mean that?
"Most people are so stuffy about it," Jake was explaining. "Carla and I are very much in love and devoted to each other. Yet, when I watch her making love with another man or another woman, it drives me out of my mind with excitement. It tells me that we have mutual trust and respect. That we can do that with other people and still love each other."
"But don't you ever fear," Alana asked, "that she may enjoy it more with the other man than with you?"
"Of course not. That's where confidence comes in. I know I'm a good lover. She tells me and shows me in a million ways. Without that kind of confidence, you can only find trouble and unhappiness."
"The way you say it," Alana agreed, "sounds impressive. I'm not sure it would work for me that way."
"It would if you'd let it." This time it was Carla who answered her.
"You have to look at it," Jake explained patiently, "as an extension of yourself. You like to have your husband lying on you making love to you. When he's doing it, you can't really see the whole picture though."
"Now suppose," he went on, "he were lying on my wife making love to her. You can sit back and watch. Through thought-transference, you put yourself in her place. In your mind, you can feel every delicious movement of the two bodies. You feel what they're feeling. You're part of it and yet you're not part of it. In effect, you can be two people at once in two places at a time."
"But how would I feel after?" Alana wanted to know.
"That depends on you, dear," Carla answered the question. "When my husband finishes making out with another woman, I feel that tingle really grabbing me between the thighs. I'm really hot to trot. I know he still loves me more than he does her and that the woman was only part of the game. Later, maybe I'll have her husband on top of me."
"And it really doesn't bother you? There's not even a bit of jealousy?" Alana sounded incredulous.
"Look at it this way, Alana," Carla went on. "If my Jake were to take you over to the couch and play with you for a while, then give it to you all the way, I'd be thrilled right out of my skull. You've never watched a man and woman make love, have you?"
"No. I guess I haven't."
"Then you can't really know what it's like, can you? I mean you can think you know, but you can't really know until you've seen it."
"I can understand that it would be pretty exciting, I guess," Alana admitted.
"Exciting isn't the word for it, baby. They haven't invented the right word for that yet."
From there, the conversation became even more intimate. With Carla and Jake taking the lead, they began to discuss physical features of male and female and both were frank to a degree that surprised Alana.
They talked about parties with four or more people and told of some of the things that had been done there. When Carla mentioned something she had done with another woman while the men watched, Alana felt goose bumps break out on her skin.
"But do you really enjoy doing that?" she asked. "I mean, isn't that supposed to be a very wrong thing?"
She sensed that they wanted to laugh at her innocence and was thankful when they didn't.
"Hasn't your husband ever kissed you there?" Carla asked with a smile.
"Well," Alana tried to answer and found herself blushing again.
"Of course I have," Stu answered for her. "Any man who wouldn't is either a coward or a fool."
"Exactly," Carla cut in. "Now when he does that, he does it with a mouth, two lips and a tongue. When a woman does it, she has just the same equipment. You know dear, the first time you make it with a woman, you're going to kick yourself for having waited so long."
"I just don't know." Alana sounded exasperated. "I know it sounds great, but it's against everything I've ever heard."
"A lot of things are, baby," Carla persisted. "Do you remember when I touched you in the water? Before you knew whether it was a man or woman, you felt good. You can't lie to me because I felt you quiver. You'd do the same thing if I touched you right now or if my husband did, wouldn't you?"
"I don't know. I'm kind of scared, I guess. I want to have fun, but I'm afraid."
"You shouldn't be. You really do have a lovely body, you know."
As if to underline the message, Carla rubbed one hand down Alana's back and didn't stop until the hand had travelled over the firmly swelling posterior.
Afraid that his wife would spoil things by pushing too fast, Jake Towns revived the philosophical discussion how mature adults should adopt a more liberal attitude toward healthy sexual activity.
He and Stu discussed the mythical book about which Stu had talked to his wife, and she was eventually drawn into the conversation. The others saw that Alana was trying and they were satisfied with that.
"As an example," Jake went on, "suppose while we are all here together, your husband should fondle my wife's body and kiss her passionately, I'd become terribly excited. Don't you think you would?"
"I hate to keep saying I don't know," Alana apologized, "but I've never thought of Stu doing that."
"Why don't we find out? Walk into his arms Carla and put on a thrilling show with him."
Alana braced herself for the shock of seeing her nude husband in the arms of an equally nude woman. The shock didn't come right away though.
Instead, Carla grinned at her husband and stuck her tongue out at him. Although she was being playful about it, she was making it clear that she didn't intend to do what he had asked.
"Are you defying me?" Jake asked with an anger that Alana guessed was pretended.
"That's right," Carla answered with a wiggle that included her whole body. "I'll do what I feel like doing."
"Then in that case, I have the same right," her husband replied firmly. "What I feel like doing right now is spanking you for daring to refuse to do as you're told."
He walked toward her with an obvious determination of purpose. Immediately, her expression changed and she held up her hands toward him.
"Oh don't spank me, daddy," she begged in a little girl voice. "I'll do as I'm told. Honestly I will."
"You will, all right, but you'll do it because you've been well spanked on your naughty bottom."
The little girl voice still pleaded as Jake sat on an armless chair and drew her, kicking and pleading across his lap. He handled the woman so well that Alana was sure it was something that had happened often before. She was almost equally sure that Carla was enjoying it and that her tearful pleas were as pretended as the man's firmness.
Alan recalled that Stu had told her how some couples exchanged bare bottom spanking as sexual stimulants. She found it difficult to believe, but the couple on the chair seemed about to provide evidence that her husband had been telling the truth after all.
More and more, Alana found herself being convinced that her husband was right and that she was not nearly adventurous enough in such matters.
There was a loud slap, a cry from the woman, as he raised his hand again, Alana saw a light pink flush across one plump, white cheek. The spanking had begun.
Alana didn't count the spanks, but there were plenty and he was spanking hard. Carla's cries sounded less pretended now as she kicked her feet and howled under the heat of the stinging spanks which moved across the smooth valley from cheek to cheek.
After a long time, when both lush hills had turned a bright red, he stopped spanking. Carla continued to lie heaving and writhing across his lap as he scolded her for being so naughty.
"Now my dear," he concluded the lecture, "because you also offended Stu, you will go to him and ask him to give you a spanking too."
"Please, daddy," she sobbed, "don't make me do that."
"Go at once, Carla or I shall give you a strapping on your bare behind with my belt. Would you like that on top of the spanking I just gave you?"
"Oh, no," she groaned as she scrambled off his lap to obey the order.
With a nod, Jake indicated that Stu should take over the chair he had just occupied. Stu was quick to move to it. His eagerness made it clear that he was anxious to spank the lush buttocks while they were still warm from the previous spanking.
"Please, Stu," there was something distinctly exciting about the little girl voice as she sobbed, "take me over your lap and spank me on the bare botty for being such a bad girl."
"Very well, Carla. Over you go."
Stu's hands were eager as he guided the nude woman into position across his thighs. Alana saw his arousal and watched as the naked form was lowered across it. She knew that it was making direct contact with the silken skin of the woman who seemed to be rubbing against him as she pleaded that he not spank her too hard.
Gripping her waist with his left arm, Stu drew her a little closer to his body, raised his right and and down it came with a ringing spank on one upturned, arched hill of pink silk.
As she watched, Alana was forced to admit that there really was something exciting about watching her husband, naked and aroused, spanking the well built woman on those big, smooth mounds. She wondered how it would feel if it were her hand slapping there.
Only then did she realize that Jake had moved beside her and slid an arm around her. His right hand, the hand that had spanked his wife, was patting her bottom with an exciting series of light taps.
With a shock, Alana discovered herself wanting those light taps to become stinging spanks, wanted to be lying over his lap and crying as he spanked her. It can't be so, she tried to tell herself, but she knew it was.
And then the spanking was over and a thoroughly spanked Carla was clambering off Stu's lap and caressing her flaming buttocks with both hands as she continued to sob and sound like a very young girl. The body that trembled and heaved was very much that of a woman though.
"Now, Alana," Jake went on, "I don't see why you should be the only one not to give her a nice spanking. Take that naughty girl over your lap and give her ten nice ones on each cheek."
Alana didn't know whether or not she really wanted to spank the woman, didn't know whether she dared, but a few moments later, she found herself sitting on the chair watching in fascination as the bigger woman draped her lush body across her lap.
The brightly colored buttocks were just to her right and arched fully. The contact of their bodies sent shivers through her. Her right hand raised, paused, then slapped down in a stinging spank. She felt Carla wriggle across her lap and felt more electric thrills at the contact.
Her hand spanked the other lovely mound and held there for a moment to savor the smooth firmness. She knew then, with a feeling of excitement, that she really was enjoying spanking the woman.
So much did she enjoy it, that Jake had to tell her to stop. Sobbing, Carla scrambled to her feet. With tears glistening in her eyes and running down her cheeks, she paused and, with many sobs, thanked Alana for giving her such a good spanking.
Spanking then became the subject under discussion as they returned to the bar. From time to time, Carla looked over her shoulder to check the redness of her bottom. As for Alana, she was barely able to take her eyes away from the lovely red hills long enough to pick up her glass from time to time.
While they sipped at their drinks, Carla and Jake told of various couples with whom they exchanged spankings and did it in such a way that it sounded terribly exciting to the woman who hadn't believed that people could do that sort of thing for fun.
"But doesn't it hurt? she asked innocently.
"Of course it does, dear," Carla smiled. "Those were real tears you saw in my eyes, but I can't think of anything more thrilling. It's even better now after the spanking. I have a whole shower of lovely tingles in my bottom. I hope they stay for a long time."
"You do enjoy it? I mean really enjoy it even though it makes you cry?"
"To tell you the truth, Alana, I'd rather get a nice spanking when I'm in the mood than do the other thing with a man. The perfect combination though is to get both with the spanking coming first."
They had finished their drinks then and Alana made only a weak protest as she felt herself being pulled across Jake's lap as he scolded her for being a naughty little girl and told her she was going to be spanked on her bare behind.
He didn't spank as hard as he had spanked his wife, but his palm did light fires under her sensitive skin and brought tears to her eyes.
When he finished spanking her, Carla took over. For a little while, her hand merely stroked and patted with a comforting feeling. She began to spank then and spanked almost as hard as her husband had done. After each spank, her hand held and squeezed a little.
By the time she finished the spanking, Alana discovered that it really was possible to cry from the sting of a spanking and yet enjoy it at the same time.
She didn't protest at all when Stu took her over his lap and gave her a third spanking. He spanked more lightly than the others had done, but it was sufficient to keep the tears flowing.
CHAPTER TWO
After the spanking, the four returned to the bar and conversation resumed easily. Alana found that she could join in much more easily than she had been able to do earlier. Having taken the spanking had somehow given her confidence. Previously, she had been innocent and shy. Now, she felt more daring, more like one of the group.
At Stu's suggestion, the two women stood slightly bent from the waist to compare red bottoms. The men acted as judges and finally declared the redness and warmth to be a draw.
The next move had obviously been agreed upon between the two men because Alana found herself being led over to the couch by Jake while Stu took Carla to the wide, padded chair where she willingly sat on his lap.
The two couples were about four feet apart so that as the men commenced to step up the tempo of play, it was as if they were really together.
For just a moment, Alana wanted to protest that this was wrong. At that moment, she felt the man's mouth take a sensitive pink bud into its warmth. Instinctively, she pressed against him. A rough tongue began to lash around the sensitive tip and she stopped protesting. It felt so good!
Looking toward the chair, she saw that her husband was doing the same to Carla and both seemed perfectly happy about the arrangement. She stopped looking at them when she felt the knowing hands probing her thighs in such a way that she couldn't keep them from moving apart. One of the hands moved all the way between.
As it touched the very core of her warmth that had built into flaming desire, Alana gave a little cry. He understood that there was neither pain or protest in it, so the hand began to insinuate even more. She felt fingers moving right inside her and wanted to scream for this strange man to take her.
Jake proved to be a past master at the art of seducing nervous wives. He waited until he was sure she wouldn't be able to resist before he moved her from his lap so that she was stretched out on her back.
His hands never left her thighs and they were soon parted wide with her knees drawn up over her body . His hands moved from the edges of the tingling, spanked orbs, spread out, then held.
Alana did cry out when she felt his mouth pressed to her. She had never been kissed there before and it was the wildest, most delicious sensation she had ever known. Nothing her husband ever did had been anything like that.
As her body heaved in ecstasy, Alana realized that it was going to be more than just a kiss. His mouth remained glued to her, his tongue probed and darted. She realized then what he was going to do and she cried out again with every fibre of her being.
Her arousal was multiplied as she felt hands moving over her body. They couldn't belong to Jake, Alana knew, since she felt his around her hips and thighs as his magic mouth continued to drive her crazy.
Opening her eyes, she was barely able to discern that Stu and Carla had joined them at the couch. She felt warm in a new place and knew that a mouth had closed over a hot sensitive bud atop the heaving whipped cream globe.
Before she could finish the glad cry brought on then, another mouth found the twin on the other side of her body. Both mouths worked greedily there while the third drove her into a state of ecstatic frenzy.
A storm of passion flooded her and Alana knew that her big moment was approaching. Her scream of completion rang through the quiet room where only the sounds of greedy mouths could be heard.
There was just a moment of respite then, while Stu kissed her mouth passionately, his face covering hers, she felt the others moving around the couch.
Almost instantly, her thighs were parted and the mouth returned between then. It was a little while before Alana realized that the man and woman had changed places, but by then she didn't care.
It was even better this time and Alana didn't know whether it was because Carla was even more adept at it than her husband or whether, perhaps, it was better because of being the second time around.
And then her body was erupting again and there was no room for questions. Stars were flashing, delicious fires raged and she reached a new plateau of delight, something far above anything she had ever imagined possible.
"Please," she gasped, "no more ... no more ... I'll die if it happens again."
"Was it good, baby?" her husband asked.
"Oh, darling, it was great. It was the greatest. I didn't know it could be like that."
"I knew you'd like it darling. We can learn so much from people like this. Our marriage will never be the same again."
In spite of two delicious explosions which filled her with a continuing warmth, Alana wished he hadn't chosen those particular words. True, their marriage never would be the same again; it couldn't be, but did that mean it was going to be better? Could this become a normal way of life for a husband and wife?
The silent questioning could have gone on far beyond that, but there was no time for it then. Carla was pushing her toward the edge of the couch as she took her place. Alana saw Stu kneel between the parted, waiting thighs of the woman. She saw his tongue lick between his lips, then his face was pressed into the quivering flesh of womanhood.
It was something he had never done to her and now it was thrilling as she watched him do it to another woman. The memory of how it felt was still strong in her as she watched Carla writhing.
And then Jake was urging her to join him as he went to the head of the couch and caught one of the massive melons. Alana saw the white skin between his dark brown fingers, saw the pink tip emerge proudly. She knew that she was going to do as he was doing not because it was expected of her in return, but because she actually wanted to do it.
With a gasp of passion, she opened her mouth wide and pressed it down on the silken fullness of the woman. It felt good. She kept trying to open her mouth wider and wider to take in more of the delicious pink tipped fruit.
A new trembling and heaving in the lush body under her told Alana that Carla was experiencing completion with Stu's mouth still pressed greedily into her throbbing warmth.
A minute later, Carla pushed them away and sat up. There was a dreamy expression of delighted satisfaction on her face. She stretched lazily, yawned and indicated that she was an extremely happy animal. Watching, Alana wondered if she would ever be able to be a sophisticated as this magnificent female animal who had helped introduce her to this strange world.
More than that though, Alana found herself wondering if that was what she really wanted.
But the men were ready for action. More than merely ready, in fact.
Allowing Carla to guide her into position, Alana surrendered her body to the knowing hands. A moment later, they lay side by side across the couch. Their thighs were parted wide, their knees bent, their warm bodes opened and receptive.
Alana wasn't a bit surprised when she saw that it was Jake who had taken up his position between her waiting thighs. It would be the first time any man but her husband had been there. She wondered what it was going to be like.
And then she began finding out. He was strong but not rough as he lowered himself onto her. He moved with easy grace and in a moment, she felt herself being filled with his aroused masculinity.
Beside her, she saw that Stu had timed his entry into Carla so that it happened at the same time.
"Isn't this wild, darling?" Carla asked in a husky, passion laden voice.
"Yes," Alana managed to reply.
"The more couples involved, the better it gets," the other woman assured her. "Let yourself go baby, and relax."
Both men began working hard then and there was no breath left for conversation.
Alana had always considered her husband to be a good lover, but Jake was even better. There was more of him and he seemed to know how to use it better. His hands drew her to meet every long lunge and she experienced delights Stu had never shown her in their years of marriage.
Although she would have thought it impossible, Alana reached the edge of oblivion and exploded over for the third time within an hour. This one was even better than the other two had been. Through it all, he kept moving in and out, up and down, while she cried her song of lust under him.
And then he was pressing down and she felt the spasm take control of him. He really filled her body this time and even when it stopped, she felt the strength of him still throbbing within the warm confines of her satisfied body.
"You're really great, baby," Jake congratulated her as he rested his weight on his hands while looking down into her face.
The face approached her then and he kissed her passionately on the mouth. His body lowered to her and rubbed against her own warmth as they kissed. He was on her and in her and the world had become a more exciting place than she had ever known it to be.
After another round of drinks, the two couples decided they needed sleep to revive their strangth for a full day tomorrow.
Stu fell asleep almost immediately and Alana lay alone in the darkened room thinking. Through the thin wall, she heard the buzz of conversation from the next room. From time to time, there would be a laugh and a sound of flesh meeting flesh. Alana wondered if they had strength enough left to actually be going at it again.
Tired as she was, she tried to imagine what they were doing and how it would be to watch them. Would they let me go in and watch? Alana wondered. With effort, she pushed the thought out of her mind and tried to concentrate on getting to sleep.
The more she tried, the more difficult it became. Beside her, Stu slept with the innocent expression of a baby. As usual, after drinking and making love, he was tired and snored a little. He didn't snore usually. It seemed so simple for him, she observed. He went through the same thing I did, yet while I can't get to sleep now, he sleeps peacefully.
Perhaps, she thought, he found it easier because it wasn't the first time. He swore he had always been true to her and that there had never been any other women after they married, but now she felt the nagging finger of doubt jabbing at her. She wished it would go away, but knew it had moved in to stay.
I guess, she thought with a sigh of despair, this is a part of the price people pay for overlooking the marriage vows and playing strange games.
Having accepted that, she eventually drifted into sleep. It wasn't good sleep though.
CHAPTER THREE
"But where will all this lead us darling? I mean, is it wise to go on with it?"
There was a trace of moisture in Alana's eyes as she sat beside her husband on their bed. For a long time, they had talked about the wild weekend with Jake and Carla Towns without reaching any real decision on the future.
"I don't follow you, baby," he replied with a hint of annoyance. "Look, you admit you really had a ball, that it was the best ever. Why knock it if you enjoyed it so much?"
"I'm not knocking it, darling. It's just that even though I guess I enjoyed it as much as you did, I'm stuck with this feeling that it's wrong somehow. You know what I mean."
"Wrong number baby, I don't know what you mean. Man, those four-way sessions were just out of this world. The way you caught on was really somethnig too. From now on, sweetheart, you and I have it made. We're going to be an example of what a happy marriage should be."
"I wish I could be sure, Stu. I just wish I could be sure of that. I guess I'm still a little scared about it. Do you think I'm crazy?"
"Not crazy, baby, it just takes you a little longer to get with it, that's all."
"Suppose word of what we're doing ever got around? What would it mean?"
"I don't follow you. Who's going to let word get around? People who swing this way have sense enough to keep quiet about it."
"But what if someone slips? What would happen to your career?"
"Is it really my career you're worried about?"
"I don't know, darling and that's the truth. Yes, I worry about your career. You're a good lawyer and someday you're going to be a big name in politics. A thing like this could ruin you if it ever got out."
"It won't get out, Al, and you know it. I think it must be something else that's bugging you. Try to tell me about it."
"That's where I'm not sure, darling. Please try to help me. When you're making it with Carla, is she more exciting than I am? Do you find yourself wishing it could be her all the time?"
"Don't be crazy," his tone came on a little stronger than he meant it to. "The big kick of doing it with her was knowing that you and Jake were watching. Man, that really added the kicks. Didn't you find the same thing when Jake was slipping it to you while we watched and even helped?"
"To tell the truth, Stu, I did find it exciting after I got over my nerves. In spite of that, each time it was over, I found myself thinking there was something terribly wrong about it all. Can't you understand that?"
"I guess I can understand why you feel that way about it now. Give yourself time though; you'll get used to it. After a while, you'll be crazy about it. You'll want to be with a group all the time. Just imagine what it will be like at a big session with five or six couples around. Man, will that be a ball."
"Then you won't consider pulling out?"
"Let's stop talking about it for now, baby. Give it time to grow on you and see what happens. After a while, if you still don't like it, we'll talk about it again."
It was meant to be a concession to her, but Alana knew it was his final answer. Having discovered the joy of group activities, her husband would never be willing to give it up. He was hooked and she had gone along with it. Now, she sensed, there could be no return to a normal married life and children which she so desperately wanted.
She had started to undress during the conversation so that she wore only bra, panties and garter belt. Now, she saw her husband reaching to take her into her arms. If he were doing it out of love and healthy desire, she thought, it would be nice. A little voice inside told her that her husband was merely doing it to take her mind off the worry about what all this was leading up to.
"Do you love me baby?" he asked as he caressed a full bra cup and squeezed.
"You know I do, darling. That's why I care so much what happens to us."
"Is that all you care about right now?"
"I care about what you care about, darling. Surely you know that."
"Then slip those pretty panties off and your old husband will show you what he cares about right now. Are you interested?"
She reached to push her panties down so that he could reach her, but he beat her to it. Pushing her down on the bed, he gripped her sleek thighs and pushed them wide open as he bent his face to her.
Alana felt his mouth moist on her panties right where she was most sensitive. As the tremors swept over her, it was clear that he had become so ardent as a result of the weekend that it frightened and delighted her. Without Carla, she reminded herself, and Jake's leadership, he would have the same conservative attitude toward sex he'd always had.
There would be a minimum of play, then he would throw himself on her and they would go through the motions. The end would come for him long before she had found what must happen before it could be a complete experience for her.
She felt him raising her body and knew he was anxious to slip her panties off. Instinctively, she raised higher off the bed to make it easier for him. A moment later, an ardent husband was pulling the whisp of nylon down and she felt the refreshing coolness of nudity. She couldn't keep her mind from flashing back to the cottage where delicious nudity had brought her so many brand new thrills.
Whether or not her husband was doing this to take her mind off her problems didn't matter now. Her panties were gone and Stu was raising her receptive body. Her thighs flew apart and she waited for his kiss.
And then there was more than just his mouth on her. His tongue was working and she was writhing in passion as both rolled around the bed. Alana knew that if she kept still, it would be easier for him to hold onto her in that wonderful way, but she couldn't keep still. Her mind was ready to do so, but her body wasn't.
He pushed her down onto the bed again and held her in place with the weight of his body. His hands still cupped the rounds of her buttocks as he pulled her closer toward his ardent kisses until she screamed as release from tension began to shake her body.
Lying under him, panting and gasping for breath, Alana knew that she had lost the argument. What they had learned during the off-beat weekend, had made him so much a better husband and lover that she knew she wouldn't try to force him to give up the game.
"Are you going to do it for me now?" Stu asked her with a note of urgency in his voice.
Alana would have preferred to take him the old fashioned way, but after what he had given her, she couldn't refuse.
Turning in the bed, she curled up beside him. Her hand found his strength and carried it to her parted lips. That too, was something Jake had taught her to enjoy during the weekend.
She felt his strength throbbing inside the warm nest of her mouth. She enjoyed it and so did he.
CHAPTER FOUR
Stanton Weir stood looking out the window. His well manicured hands were folded behind the suit that he had been tailored to his specifications on Saville Row in London.
He looked every inch what he was, one of the most prominent lawyers in the state, a man recognized across the nation as a top lawyer and kingmaker in the councils of the political party of which he had been a member for almost thirty of his fifty-six years.
For all that though, he was an unhappy man. The reason for his unhappiness was about twelve feet behind him sitting near the desk. That reason was brilliant young lawyer Stu Kingston.
"Damn it, Stu, I don't care what you say," the older man turned and glared angrily, "you lost that case because you didn't do your homework."
"That isn't true," Stu flared with equal passion. "I lost it because my client was guilty as sin and not even a magician could have pulled him out of it."
"Are you trying to tell me the law, Stu? You haven't yet learned that no man is guilty of anything until a court of law proves him guilty. In spite of that, you try to tell me what the law is all about. How dare you?"
Stu withered under the freezing glare of the lawyer and knew he had been caught way off base.
He hadn't done his homework and he knew it, but he wasn't about to admit it. Stu had spent all of the previous week preparing a case he was sure would win for his client.
He knew it would have won too, or at least would have come close, except for one big flaw. A lot of last minute detail had been left for the weekend so that everything would be ready for Monday morning.
His intentions had been good and he had taken a whole raft of research material to the cottage.
The package hadn't been opened when he left for home on Sunday night though. Things had just gotten out of hand up there and he couldn't force himself to prepare the remainder of his brief.
As a result, and he knew it as well as Stanton Weir did, his client was now just a man with a number behind a dark grey wall in the state penitentiary.
"Are you having troubles at home, Stu?" Stanton asked in a much more gentle tone.
"You know better than that. Alana and I are happier now than we were when we married. It's nothing like that at all. I'll admit it wasn't my best case ever, but surely every lawyer blows one once in a while."
"Every lawyer, Stu? No. Most lawyers may, but there are those good ones who never blow one. I've lost my share in my time, but I've never blown one.
"We deal in human life, Stu, just as the brain surgeon does. Instead of life and death, we deal in freedom and punishment. If ever we do less than our very best, there is the risk that an innocent man will go to prison, or worse. You used to understand that, what changed you?"
"Nothing has changed me, Stanton. I still believe that and try to live by it. If you want me to admit to not having handled the case well, I'll admit it. If I had another chance, I'm sure I'd do better. I just don't know what happened. I just wasn't with it in court."
"That's right, Stu, you weren't with it. Because of that, your client, our client, is very much with it now. With breaks, he may be out again in four or five years. Think about that tonight when you're lying in your comfortable bed with your beautiful young wife."
It was a low blow and Stu reeled under it. Instead of having said that, he wished his senior would have kicked him well below the belly. That was where he deserved it. Because he spent the weekend serving that region of his body, the client was in prison now and he knew it.
Flashes of Carla and Alana writhing on the bed passed through his mind and he knew he was going to be in even bigger trouble if he couldn't get them out. He tried.
"Have I made a mistake with you, Stu?"
The way the older man glared as he stood above Stu's chair and hammered the question at him, told the young lawyer that it was important to come up with the right answer.
"No, Stanton, you haven't made a mistake. I made one by not giving a case everything I had. I can't give you any explanation for it, but I can promise that it will never happen again."
"I want you to be very sure of that, Stu. I won't settle for just words."
"I'm sure of it. So sure that I'll give you another promise. If ever I blow another one, I'll give you my resignation.
"Thank you, Stu. If ever you do, I'll accept it. Now shall we discuss that Contro case?"
With a sigh of relief, Stu hurried back to his office to get the files on which he had been working. The old man had been absolutely right in chewing him out. This time, he'd gotten away with it. If ever he goofed again, that would be it.
There would be other law firms and he could always find a good spot in one, but it would be the end of the big dream. Stu believed passionately that he could make it to the senate, perhaps the Governor's Mansion, with the kingmaker behind him. Beyond that, nothing was impossible.
Without Stanton behind him steering and opening doors for him, it would be out of the question. There were just too many bright young lawyers with their eyes on the same goal. They had backing too. Without that, there was no way.
Back in his office, Stu began assembling the files for the case in which they would remain buried through much of the remainder of the day.
It would be good. They would read hard and argue hard and hammer out a brief. Unless something went terribly wrong, they would come up with a honey of a defense and win the case. There would be a very fat fee and it would be business as usual.
The one thing he was sure of was that the trouble had passed and Stanton wouldn't mention it again. The old lawyer was like that.
He saw Karen Carter, his twenty-four-year-old secretary, bending to wrestle a thick file out of a lower drawer.
Her dress rode up high in back and he saw the tops of her nylons. They caressed lush, firm thighs that contrasted starkly with the dusky shaded nylon.
Gambling that she wouldn't look around, he bent low in his chair and darted a glance upward. As he hoped, he saw all the way. Sparkling white nylon panties caressed the sweet rounds of the magnificent bottom.
Every time he managed to steal a glimpse of it, Stu felt his mouth water with desire. She was no more beautiful than his wife, but the fact that it was something he had never touched made it more exciting.
It was forbidden fruit and his mouth ached to taste it all the way in every way. More than once, he had been on the verge of making a play for her, but each time, he had held back.
Although Karen was always friendly and pleasant, she did nothing to encourage him to go after the whole bundle. The risk was just too great. If he tried and missed and she reported it to Stanton, it would mean trouble in big bunches.
Even if she didn't, she could gossip with the other dames and it could still get back to the old man. Watch it Kingston, he warned himself silently. Steal a peek at her pretty panties any time you can, but let it go at that.
Besides, there was Carla now when he wanted something different and there would be more in the future. Carla and Jake had both been delighted with the weekend and would want more. They would also arrange introductions to other members of their group. More and more, his horizons were broadening. All he had to do was keep his nose clean and make sure his work was done before he went out to play. Stanton had made that very clear. He knew he should feel guilty about the man in prison, but he just couldn't find it in his heart.
No matter what the old man said about the theory of the law, Stu was convinced the man was guilty and deserved what he got.
With one last look at Karen's thighs as she slid back behind her desk, Stu went into the huddle with Stanton.
CHAPTER FIVE
When the doorbell rang, Stu watched as his wife jumped.
"Take it easy, baby," he laughed. "You could soil your pretty lingerie that way you know."
"I can't help it, Stu," she almost snapped. "You find this all pretty easy, but I just can't get used to it that quickly."
Still laughing, Stu hurried to the door and threw it open to admit Jake and Carla. There was a flurry of greetings and five minutes later, they were all sitting with drinks in their hands.
"Are they coming?" Stu asked anxiously.
"My, he sounds anxious, doesn't he?" Carla grinned at her husband. "Yes, Stu dear, they'll be here in about a half hour or so. It just seemed simpler that we should meet first so there wouldn't be as much shock in meeting everybody at once."
Listening to them discuss it so simply, Alana found herself doubting that she would ever be able to adjust to that extent. Always, she sensed, there would be a problem about preparing to strip naked in front of strangers and do all the things a man and his wife normally do alone.
Still, there was nothing she could do about it. When Stu mentioned the other couple coming to meet them, she saw his eyes demanding that she go along with it in good grace. She was trying and that was the best she could do.
As if recognizing what was bothering her hostess, Carla came over and held Alana's hand in hers. She gave it a little squeeze.
"Relax, baby, you'll be crazy about them and I know they'll both love you. Give it a chance and see how it works out. By the way, dear, you look sweet enough to eat."
Carla giggled a little as she said it and Alana knew enough about their games to understand what her friend meant. It was just a case of who would do it first and what she would be expected to do in return.
The only consolation was that it was going to be strictly a one-evening show. Stu had been adamant in telling them that he had to a lot of work over the weekend.
"Shall we get undressed to meet our new friends?" Carla asked the group at large.
Alana saw that the men thought it would be a fine idea. She felt the cold fingers of panic gripping her.
"Please," she spoke up qlickly. "Let's wait until they arrive, then we can all undress together."
She was relieved when the others agreed to go along with it and didn't seem annoyed at her for playing the shy role again.
They had finished their first drinks and were just starting on the second when the buzz of the door bell shattered the relative quiet of the room. Three of the four occupants seemed to light up with excitement at once. As for Alana, she trembled a little but with apprehension rather than the anticipation the others obviously felt.
Stu, as the host, and Jake as the contact, went to the door to admit the guests. Waiting in the other room with Carla, Alana felt the crackling tension and was sure she could hear it snapping in the now silent room.
"Easy, baby, easy," Carla consoled as her hands cupped the heaving mounds in the front of Alana's dress. "You really will like them, darling, and they're going to love you."
The two women heard footsteps and approaching voices. They turned to greet the new arrivals and Alana told herself to settle down before she made a fool of herself and angered her husband. Since she had already been through the initiation, she knew he expected a better performance from her this time even though it involved meeting strange people.
Alana took one look at Kristina Neider and she felt her heart catch way up in her throat. Kristina was the most spectacular woman she had ever seen.
She guessed her height at five-nine and her vital statistics as perfection. The black silk dress clung to the spectacular body like shimmering skin and revealed that every line of her was stunning. She walked with the air of an angel, but there was also a feline quality that was straight out of the heart of the jungle.
After that, Alana thought with a wrench around her heart, Stu will never want to look at me again. If she undresses and shows that body, even I won't be able to resist her.
Through the introductions, Alana knew she was trembling, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had lost control of herself and could only fight to salvage enough composure to get through the remainder of the evening without making a complete fool of herself.
Kristina's husband, Paul, was good looking in a brutal way. He had all the features of the Prussion officer and carried his spare form in a disciplined military style.
In spite of that, Paul spoke flawless English with a trace of a British accent if anything. Kristina had a marked continental accent that added a musical quality to her voice.
Alana saw both the new arrivals admiring her face and figure. Their indicated approval helped her a little, but in the presence of a woman as beautiful as Kristina, there was no hope that she could be completely at ease.
"It seems that the gathering is quite formal," Paul observed as he took the glass Stu offered him. Kristina was already sipping at her drink, her full, red lips looking more sensuous in the act of sipping a drink than others could do during an erotic kiss.
"We thought we'd wait until we were all together before we made ourselves comfortable," Stu replied in a gallant attempt to protect his wife.
"Of course," the man answered. "I see too, that the lovely Mrs. Kingston is nervous. I like that. It gives you a quality of child-like innocence that I find very exciting, my dear."
"Thank you," Alana answered and wished she could think of something a little more gracious by way of reply.
Alana was surprised at how easily conversation came and before she knew it, all had finished their drinks. The men were exchanging glances and she knew time had run out for her. The party was about to begin and she could only do her best not to embarrass and annoy her husband.
All began undressing then. As she removed her dress, Alana discovered she was not the only one staring at the magnificent form of Kristina Neider. To her surprise, she saw that the woman did wear a bra and panties. She would have been willing to bet there was nothing under that dress except exquisitely proportioned body.
"Save some, dear," Alana heard Carla whisper as she indicated they should retain bra and panties for the time being.
The men, she noticed, had stripped down to jockey shorts. Looking at the newest addition to the group, Alana received another shock. She had thought Jake was big, but through the tightly stretched material, she saw that Paul was massive. Will I be able to handle him? The thought flashed through her mind and she shuddered as she was forced to realize that she couldn't wait to find out how it would be.
"Shall we set up the equipment?" Jake asked the others.
Alana knew what he meant. When he and Carla arrived, they carried a move projector and three big reels of film. Without having asked, she was able to guess what kind of movies they were going to see. She was prepared to bet the price of next year's wardrobe that there wouldn't be a Donald Duck movie in the lot.
While Jake and Stu worked on setting up the screen and projector, Kristina and Paul came closer to enjoy more detailed examination of their hostess.
"She really is a little beauty, isn't she darling?" Kristina asked her husband.
"Absolutely, my dear. She is going to be a wonderful addition to our club."
"You're so beautiful, Kristina," Alana hoped she wasn't stumbling over the words too badly, "I don't know how you can consider any other woman beautiful."
"How sweet of you, my darling," the woman breathed.
A moment later, her arms were wrapped around Alana and their mouths were glued together in a kiss that was wilder than any Alana had ever known.
She had done a fair share of necking before marrying Stu, but no man had ever kissed her with such passion. As they kissed, Kristina's hands moved all over her back and strayed low to investigate the contents of her clinging, black nylon panties.
"I am going to enjoy your company very much, you sweet little thing," the woman breathed the words into her ear.
Before Alana could come up with a reply, she felt the hands move away from her panties and then there was something else there.
Paul was standing close and rubbing against her. He was terribly aroused now and even bigger than she had estimated earlier. In spite of herself, she felt her nylon sheathed bottom rubbing back against him in flagrant invitation. He pressed harder and she knew he had gotten the message her body had sent him.
The man moved a little, took her hand and pressed it against the front of his shorts. With a shock, Alana saw that her hand had difficulty claiming what she found there.
"I never knew a man could be so big," she heard the words slip out of her.
"Do you like that, my dear?" he asked with a pleased smile.
"Oh yes. I just can't wait."
"I don't blame you, darling," Kristina took over. "Not only is he big, but he is very talented as well. He will be able to look after all three of us before the end of the evening. Because you are so sweet, you may have him first. Would you like that?"
There were tears of shame in Alana's eyes as she admitted that she would like that very much indeed.
"Curtain going up," Stu called. "Last call for drinks."
As Alana joined the others at the bar, she felt a thrill of anticipation about the movie she would soon see. Stu had told her about such films, but she had never seen one. Although she refilled her glass, she doubted that she would pay much attention to it.
Casual pairings were made then and Alana found herself sitting on a pile of cushions on the rug in front of the couch with Paul. The other couples were on the couch. Stu sat with Carla, Jake and Kristina were paired.
Reaching from the end of the couth, Jake flicked the projector to life while Stu turned off the one remaining light.
On the screen, Alana saw a cottage seemingly alone in dense woods. Outside, a teenaged boy peered through a window just below the blind that had not been fully drawn.
The scene shifted inside to a bedroom where two women were locked in a passionate embrace. The woman with her back to the camera was having the back of her dress raised by the wandering hand of her partner. As the dress rose, she displayed beautifully formed legs sheathed in clinging nylons.
The hand carried the dress higher, over full, firm thighs and up until swelling mounds peeked around brief panties and strained the transparent nylon.
Both hands came around then, cupped the nylon clad hills and drew the willing body closer. The scene held for a moment, then the women moved apart and began undressing hurriedly.
The camera caught both bodies as clothing fell away. One bra was dropped and the other woman on the screen paused to admire the beauties that had been bared for her. When she removed her bra, she displayed a pair of equally stunning proportions.
Bending, full globes dangling pendulously, one woman slowly pulled down the other's panties and helped her step out of them. The other then followed suit and both were naked except for garter belt, nylons and high heeled shoes.
As the blonde reached to unfasten her garter belt, the other stopped her and led her to the bed. There, as the camera moved in closer, they fell into another embrace and began rolling around the bed.
Legs waved freely and remained parted while the camera lens moved in, all the way in for portraits of secret warmth.
In the audience, there was only the sound of deep breathing and a bit of rustling on the couch.
On the screen, one woman had taken the initiative and was pushing the other down on the bed. Her hands parted willing thighs wide, legs were drawn up, fingers probed slowly, excitingly between.
The heated flesh was parted and held open as the camera provided another close-up, then, the face of the kneeling woman moved slowly. Her tongue licked her lips just before she pressed firmly into the fleshy nest with her kiss.
The camera angle changed then to show the passion strained face of the other woman. Her hands toyed with the arched mounds above her face. She held the hills and drew them apart. Again the camera moved in.
As her fingers followed the shadowy valley down and under the swaying body of the kissing woman, the camera followed until she found what she wanted.
Her lips parted a little, her hands drew the lush flesh down to meet her eager mouth. The camera moved back then for a panoramic view of the two women both of whom reacted violently as they achieved completion one after the other.
They got up smiling and looking tired. Suddenly, one smile froze and the dark haired woman whispered to the other. In the next scene, she hurried out of the room while the other remained.
After a brief pause, the other woman returned. She held a gun in her hand and it was pointed at the back of the boy who walked ahead of her with his hands up.
The front of his trousers was open; he was fully exposed and obviously aroused despite the fear that was visible on his face.
And then the gun was out of sight and the boy was stripping his clothes off. While the dark haired woman continued to lecture him, the other sat on the edge of the bed and indicated her lap.
Nervously, the boy approached and draped his naked form across the silken thighs. Wrapping her left arm around him, the woman began to spank. She spanked hard and soon the boy was crying.
Hurrying to the dresser, the other woman returned with a spanking paddle which she handed to her friend. Accepting it with a smile, the blonde began to step up the pace of the spanking.
The discoloration of the body's tortured bottom was clear as he kicked his feet and slapped the floor with his hands while screaming and obviously begging for the spanking to stop.
When it did, he was permitted to stand and rub the blazing hills behind. His punishment wasn't over though.
In her right hand, the dark haired woman held a doubled belt. The smile on her lovely face indicated how much she would enjoy using it.
The boy dropped to his knees in front of her and pleaded. She paused for a moment, then pointed toward her friend who lay on the bed with her thighs parted in obvious demand.
The boy shook his head in violent refusal. In the next scene, he was bending over the back of a chair and the woman was strapping him with the belt.
After about a dozen hard strokes, the woman with the belt smiled as she saw the boy throw himself from the chair and rush to kneel by the bed.
Without pausing, he pressed his face into the warmth. Both women smiled. Again, the woman on the bed opened her mouth wide in an obvious cry of delight and her body heaved.
The other woman pulled the boy away then and took her place on the bed in the same position. The boy knelt without hesitation and brought his mouth to her. He kept it there until she too, reached conclusion.
Following a brief conversation, while the boy waited in nervous apprehension, the blonde approached him and stood behind him. Her body pressed against his as her right hand reached around to clasp his arousal.
While the two women laughed and taunted him, the hand moved back and forth still holding him tightly.
The bay's debasement culminated then and the camera caught the result. The show ended with the boy, still nude and carrying his clothes in his hand walking out the door. The women were laughing as they returned to their embrace.
The projector was turned off and the lamp came to life. On the couch, Kristina had lost her bra and panties and Jake's face was buried between her thighs.
Carla's bra had been removed as had Stu's shorts. His mouth was filled with pink tipped loveliness while his caressed the twin.
Alana felt Paul undressing her then and was pleased at his gentle touch as his hands moved over her responsive body. He drew her across his lap as he removed her panties and she raised her body to help him.
To her surprise, he didn't release her. Instead, he gripped her around the waist and she felt the sting of a spank.
"Not that," she pleaded, "do something else."
"Of course I shall, my dear," he punctuated the words with another spank. "But that will have to wait until you get a nice spanking so you'll glow rosy red for me."
As her spanking progressed, Alana saw through her tears that Stu was spanking Carla while Kristina had Jake over her lap and was beating him with his doubled belt.
The spanking seemed to go on forever and although she twisted and writhed as much as his strong arm would permit, Alana never managed to avoid even one spank as the big palm slapped with unerring accuracy from cheek to cheek.
And then he was holding her in an excited embrace with his rampant maleness rubbing against her.
"How do you want it, darling?" he whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her cheek while his right hand explored the freshly spanked hills.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I'll give it to you in any of three ways."
"Three?" Alana asked.
His hand paused between the two tingling mounds and one finger began to probe. "That's my favorite place," he explained, "but if you haven't had it that way I may be too big for you."
"Not there, please. Do it the old fashioned way. I want to feel you there."
She stripped his shorts down for him as he knelt and even though she thought she was prepared for what she was going to see, the sight of it caused her to gasp in alarm.
"Don't worry, Alana," he soothed, "I'll be very gentle and it won't hurt. You'll love it."
Paul arranged Alana so that she was lying with three cushions under her bottom. Nervously, she opened her long legs and saw him kneel between them in frightening readiness.
She felt the firmness of him probing and held her breath waiting for the thrust she was sure would come as he moved ahead. It didn't. Instead, he was gentle as he promised and he filled her body with his strength in easy, gradual pushes.
When it seemed impossible that there could be more, he gave her more and promised still more to come. All fear was gone then and Alana writhed in greedy passion as she begged him for everything he had to give.
She felt his strength inside her where no man had ever reached before, felt a wild thrill that no man had ever given her.
Becoming aware of the silence in the room then, she guessed that the others were watching them. Alana sensed that she should have been self conscious about that, but she didn't care.
She heard a voice she recognized as Kristina's and guessed she was talking to Stu across the form of her partner. "Eleven inches ... ," she heard and knew then that the woman was referring to her husband with a note of pride in her voice.
And then Alana felt the man rubbing against her and knew he had given her everything. Her body had never been so filled before, had never been so thrilled at what filled it.
Smiling with his face close to hers, Paul adjusted himself and prepared to move into action.
"I'm going to make it very good for you, Alana. You're small and sweet and you make it good for me.
She felt his muscles tense and he began to draw away from her. Alana wanted to cry as the feeling of fullness was taken from her. Then, just as she was sure he would escape, he stopped and pushed all the way ahead.
That first surge promised to go on forever and she heard herself cry out in ecstasy. He did it again and again and again and Alana built to heights of arousal she had never even imagined. It was just too good as he refused to hurry.
Paul stopped once, pushed hard and held her as her body rocked through completion. Allowing her time to regain her breath, he recommended the slow, easy rhythm and she knew she would be carried up to the peak again before he finished. .
She was right. The second time it happened to her, he didn't stop. Instead, he speeded up his moves and became a gigantic piston slamming, ramming, boring, until he collapsed against her own heaving, straining body and she felt the flood of him laving her body.
He still managed a few more spasmodic, jerking pushes before his weight collapsed on her. She tried to tell him how great it had been, but she wasn't sure the words were coming out.
As they rested, the others became active on the couch. Moving apart, they sat on the floor and watched the erotic entertainment being provided by the other couples.
Watching in fascination, Alana thought she must be in another world, some place she had never seen before, a new civilization where people followed a set of rules that was different from anything on earth.
The rest of the evening was a continuation and an accentuation of what had happened already. The second movie featured two women, three men and a big Saint Bernard. She couldn't believe the things she saw on the screen and yet, she knew, they really were happening.
After that movie, there were new pairings and she found herself with her own husband. While his mouth was busy between her scissoring thighs and her hand tried to revive him, she saw that Carla had taken control of Paul.
Kneeling before him as he sat on the couch, Carla's mouth was open so wide that her jaws must ache, Alana sensed, and yet it was barely wide enough to take the big man. He was obviously delighted and his body moved back and forth on the couch pushing toward her as if he were doing it to her rather than she to him. Alana hoped her friend wouldn't be choked to death.
Stu had just finished his job for her without being able to regain his own strength. As she opened her eyes, Alana saw the pained expression on Paul's face and it was clear what was happening to him. She saw Carla's adam's apple bobbing and smiled.
The long, strong shaft she held with one hand began losing its strength and collapsing, but still Carla refused to release her prize. Eventually, the man had to push her face away from him.
Jake and Kristina were just breaking apart at the same time. They had been locked together with their heads as far apart as possible as they did the same thing to each other at the same time. Alana didn't know whether it had worked for the man, but the expression on Kristina's face made it obvious that it had been great for her.
The took a long rest then over a couple of drinks each. When things began to sag, Kristina found a belt and asked for a volunteer. Both Stu and Carla quickly offered their services. She had them kneel beside each other on the floor and began swinging the belt.
The lustful smile and the labored heaving of her firm bosom showed how much she enjoyed swinging the doubled belt across the two posteriors which striped and colored under the assault. There were cries of pain from the two, but neither attempted to move out of the way. Instead, they seemed to arch their bodies to meet each slap.
It was after one o'clock when the third movie was prepared for showing. It began with a woman in her late thirties scolding a teenaged girl.
Soon, the woman removed her dress. Under it, she wore bra and panties and displayed a lush, matronly figure.
Raising her skirts, the girl draped herself across the waiting lap. The woman pulled clinging panties down to bare a lovely young posterior with firm, chubby cheeks.
She began spanking and the girl cried as the spanks obviously stung and smarted. Her little legs kicked and the lowered panties fluttered, but the spanking went on.
A strong looking man who appeared to be in his early forties came into the picture then. With him was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen.
They looked at the spanking for a while, then it ended and the two females got up. Before the spanked one could raise her panties, the older man had taken her over his lap for another spanking.
The boy, meanwhile, was lowering the panties from the massive bottom of the older woman and pulling her onto his lap as he sat on a low hassock.
He spanked the big mounds and soon she too was crying. Much of the picture was devoted to the spankings, but before it ended, both men undressed and stripped both females. There was a lot of erotic playing and kissing of the most intimate nature before they advanced to the natural ending.
The older man lay atop the girl on the couch while the boy had the woman kneel on all fours on the floor and approached her from behind as he knelt against her brightly colored fleshy pillows.
Paul was ready for still more action, but it was clear that while Stu and Jake wanted to, they were in no condition to do it.
Alana joined the others in forming a ring around the middle of the floor. Kristina knelt in the center of the ring and Paul moved behind her. His hands were gentle as they rubbed the arched hills of silken flesh for a while before drawing them apart and moving closer to his wife.
Alana felt Carla grip her thigh with one hand and knew they were about to see something very special. A moment later, it began to happen as the magnificently endowed male began to bury himself between the silken hills.
She couldn't believe that any woman could take such a thing in that way, and yet it was happening right before her eyes.
When he had disappeared completely and his belly rubbed against the arched body of his wife, Alana was forced to realize that she really had contained all of his massive dimensions. It wasn't possible, she told herself and yet it really was happening. The man's hands gripped Kristina's lush body and he began to slam against her with more force than he had used on her a little earlier.
Remembering how he had filled her, Alana wondered how Kristina could possibly smile as she met each hard charge and seemed to move with him to make the impact even greater.
A little later, their guests departed and Alana and Stu fell into bed naked and spent. They fell into a deep sleep very quickly.
CHAPTER SIX
"Why are you hesitating, Stu?" Stanton Weir asked with a frown that appeared almost angry. "I'm asking whether there's anything in your background that could hurt you if you run for the legislative assembly seat this fall?"
"No," Stu lied with confidence, "there isn't. I was simply thinking over the years to make sure I was completely clean. I am."
"All right, Stu. I'll see that your name goes before the nominating committee and the rest is up to you. You'll have to work hard, campaign day and night, and if you do it well, then you're on your way up the political ladder. Are you ready for it?"
"I'm ready Stanton, and thanks for your support. You know I couldn't make it without you."
As he said the words, Stu couldn't help thinking what would happen to his political dreams if word of his group activities ever leaked out.
The politician, he knew, was allowed many flaws in his character, but sexual morality was an absolute must. There could be contracts awarded to friends and the party supporters and nothing would go wrong, but the politician's personal life must be without blemish.
"That's the way it is, Stu," Stanton had told him a long time ago. "If you want to make it in this game, it becomes important to love your wife in public no matter how much you hate her. If you have any needs beyond that, go into the John and look after it yourself, but don't ever go near another woman unless you want to commit political suicide."
There had been no point in arguing because Stu knew enough about the system to know the man was right in everything he said.
His mind flashed back over some of the meetings of the group and he knew what it would mean to him if ever his role in it should be exposed.
Still, he told himself, it would be foolish for him to worry about that. The other members of the group had the same desire for secrecy. Stu was sure he had no worries on that score.
"What about my work here in the office?" Stu asked.
"Let me worry about that. We've understood right from the start that you would move into politics. I can get all the help I need here and your income will continue to come in. You just concentrate on getting nominated and elected. Leave the rest to me."
It was the perfect opportunity, Stu knew, and only a fool would turn it down or do less than a good job of bringing it off.
"Thanks again," Stu said. "My nose is clean and I'll make sure it stays that way. I understand the rules all the way."
Much of the remainder of the day was spent deep in maps, speeches, party membership lists and plans. Beyond the straight party line, Stu would concentrate on the image of youth and confidence.
"Just keep hammering at that, my boy," the old lawyer grinned. "Do the job right all the way and you can be picking up your mail at the White House some day. The age of the old politician is finished. There are a few left, but from now on it's going to be the smart young ones."
By the time they packed it up for the day, it was close to six o'clock and Stu was bone tired. The older man still looked fresh and ready for more. Stu wondered how he managed it.
During the drive home, he had time to think over all the old lawyer had told him. The word White House kept flashing through his mind stronger than anything else.
The other thought that kept recurring was the part about keeping his nose clean. He couldn't imagine breaking with the party group and yet, even a hint of his activities there would spell the end of it all.
Let that get out, he thought, and I couldn't get into the big house as a janitor. Sadly, he realized he was going to have to make the break. He would tell Alana about it. That would please her, he thought, in spite of the fun she seemed to have at the meetings.
She met him at the door and he picked her up in his arms and told her the news.
"How wonderful, darling," she enthused. "It's only a matter of time before my brilliant husband makes it to the top."
Later, Stu told her it would mean dropping their off-beat friends and playing it straight for the rest of their lives. That pleased her even more.
"How about the party we have planned for Friday night?" she asked with a strange expression.
"We'll have to go through with that one," he explained. "It wouln't be fair to drop out at the last minute. These people are all safe anyway. After all, we know them and know they're not the type to sound off to anyone."
"In politics, is anything safe, darling?" Alana asked quietly.
It was a loaded question and Stu knew she was as right as he was wrong. In spite of it though, he insisted that they would have to go along with that particular party.
"Has it got you hooked, Stu?"
"The parties? Don't be silly. I'm the one who said we'll have to quit, remember? I'm not hooked; it's just that we have to go to this one. After that, I'll be so busy that we wouldn't have time to go anyway."
He sounded impressive and Alana wondered why she wasn't able to believe him. No matter how she tried, she wasn't able to accept his promise that it was all over after Friday.
It wasn't that she thought he was lying. Rather, she felt he just didn't realize how completely hooked he was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The door of the Neider house opened and the Kingstons stepped inside to be greeted by Kristina who looked stunning in black bra and panties. A few feet beyond, Paul waited to greet them. He too wore a pair of black nylon panties and nothing else.
Stealing a quick look at her husband, Alana felt her heart sink with the realization that Stu would never quit the game.
In spite of all his promises to himself and to her, he would go on with it until one day, they would attend a session somewhere and the wrong person would say the wrong thing to someone who counted in political circles. When that happened, it would be the end of the game for Stu.
It wouldn't be the end of life. He would still be a lawyer and he could get into some firm or even open his own office, but he would never climb to the heights of which she knew he was capable.
Paul hurried over to take her into his arms as his massive strength rubbed against her through the panties and she wasn't able to sustain her fears. Despite what she told herself about getting away from these people, Alana knew that in a little while she would be enjoying the party as much as any of them.
Across the wide entrance room, she watched Kristina undressing Stu. He too was aroused already. The hostess stripped him naked and handed him a pair of flaming red nylon panties.
She thought of how ludicrous her husband looked as he tucked his aroused maleness into the little panties. Kristina obviously liked the effect though and one hand stroked him to tell him so.
They were having a drink when the bell rang again. Stu and Alana stayed behind as the others went to admit their guests.
There seemed to be too many voices for merely Jake and Carla. Peering around the corner, Alana spotted an unexpected couple. With a note of alarm in her voice, she told Stu about it.
"Oh yes, I forgot. Jake mentioned another couple who used to come regularly. I guess I forgot to tell you about them. He tells me they really swing all the way in every way."
"Is this still going to be our last party, Stu?"
Alana didn't know why she asked and wished she hadn't when she saw the hurt expression on her husband's face.
"I told you it was, baby," he said sincerely as he slid an arm around her and stroked the seat of her thin panties. She felt the warmth of his hand through nylon and wished they could be more romantic together without others being around to participate with them.
Before she could get around to blaming her husband though, she thought again of the big man outside in the transparent nylon panties. Remembering what she saw in them, she knew that she was no less guilty than Stu. A moment ago, she had been ready to condemn him; now with a sinking sensation, she realized that he was just more honest about it than she.
"Come on you two," Kristina called from outside to shatter her thought process, "come and meet our guests. We have some nice new ones who are dying to meet you."
Hand in hand, Alana and Stu walked out to present themselves to the new arrivals as well as to Jake and Carla.
"This is Dolly and Mitch Martin," Kristina began the introductions. "I guess you can understand why this little gem is called Dolly."
Alana could understand without difficulty. Dolly stood a little less than five feet tall. Everything about her was in perfect proportion, small, firm and shapely.
What Dolly carried in her bra, Alana guessed, was about the size hers had been when she was fifteen. Yet, she sensed, they would be lovely little things, small enough for a man to take one completely in his mouth, yet pert and pretty.
The new arrivals were bright and friendly and at ease right from the outset. Dolly hurried over to Paul and her and clutched at the front of his panties. She looked like an innocent baby clutching at something from a tall Christmas tree. There was nothing innocent about the way she fondled him though.
While the group chatted, Alana found herself wondering whether little Dolly could really handle anything as massive as Paul owned. She guessed the young woman could and knew it would be exciting to watch.
From Carla, Alana learned that Dolly waa just twenty-two and had belonged to the club since she was seventeen. Her husband, at twenty-nine, looked like a portrait of a staid young executive. Carla told her he was a lawyer with political connections.
There was no way Alana could stop the shudders she felt at that. If he had political connections, then it was dangerous for Stu to be seen there. Still, there was nothing to be done about it now. They had been introduced and it would only look worse if they left before the party started.
When she got the chance, Alana told Stu about the man, but her husband didn't seem bothered at all.
"You see, baby," he explained with a smile, "a man can make it in politics and still have fun. He doesn't have to become a monk like old Stanton Weir."
In that moment, Alana knew that Stu would come back to the party circuit in spite of his promise not only to her, but to himself.
And then the group was moving toward the bar and time for thinking was over. Alana and Stu moved with them.
"Oooh, you're pretty," the baby voice cooed from behind as Alana felt hands rubbing her thighs and the bottom slopes of her panties.
"Thank you, Dolly. I think you look just sweet. Don't you ever get mistaken for a teenager?"
"Better than that," the young woman laughed. "In a little while, you'll see how young I can look."
"I'll look forward to that."
"Judging by the look on Kristina's face," Dolly went on, "you won't have too long to wait. I think she wants to play our special little game."
"Am I allowed to ask what that is?" Alana wanted to know.
"You're allowed to ask, but I won't tell you," the petite woman teased. "It's more fun when you don't know what's coming."
There was more chatter then and in a little while, Alana noticed that Dolly was missing. Counting heads, she noticed that Kristina too had fled the scene. It struck her as being wrong that the two would run off to play by themselves.
She rejoined the general conversation around the bar then and forgot about the disappearance of the two women.
There were hands toying with her as with others in the group and that gave her other things to think about. At one point, Paul pressed his massive dimensions against her from behind and told her he was going to give it to her a different way this time.
Remembering what he had said the previous time about three ways, Alana flinched in terror.
"My, you have a lovely mouth dear," he said as he kissed her full on it.
Alana knew what he meant then. It was something she had learned to do since joining the club and although it wasn't her favorite way, it was better than the third alternative the man offered. Alana knew she would do it for him when the time came. Having accepted that, she even found herself imagining what it would be like to force her jaws wide apart enough to contain him.
Conversation came to an abrupt halt as Kristina and Dolly returned to the room. As soon as she looked at the pair, Alana understood why Even though the others had obviously seen it before, they too seemed breathless at the sight.
Kristina looked tall and stern and older than her years with a pair of glasses aging her face and her hair drawn back into a severe bun behind her head. She could be a strict school teacher or a severe mother about to discipline a naughty child. In her right hand, she held an old fashioned wooden backed hair brush. Since her hair had already been brushed, there could only be one other reason for carrying it into the room.
But Dolly was the center of attraction at that moment and all eyes were fixed on her.
There was a bright red ribbon tied in her hair. Her face, shorn of all traces of cosmetics and freshly washed, looked like that of a very little girl. There was a sad look on her face, the look of a little girl who knows that a spanking is in the offing.
She wore a navy blue middy of the type worn in English boarding schools and popularized in the movies about St. Trinian's. But there was something different about the way she wore it.
It was open in front to reveal that she wore no bra. What Alana had wondered about how she was built there earlier was confirmed then. They were indeed no more than a mouthful for a man, yet there was a stunning beauty about them.
Pink tipped and deliciously firm, they were just a shade too big for the little girl she appeared to be, the tips too erect and erotic looking for so innocent looking a little lass.
Farther down, she became even less innocent looking. The uniform had been cut so that it ended about two inches above the sheer nylons which strained around firms thighs as the garter belt held them in position.
Alana guessed that by bending a little, she would be able to see the girl's panties, if indeed she wore any under the childish smock.
"I'm afraid," Kristina announced to the group, "that little Dolly has been a naughty girl and must be punished. Would any of you care to witness what is going to happen? I'm taking her to the games room to show her what happens to naughty little girls in this school."
So that was it, Alana realized. The glasses and the severe hair style were meant to transform the long-legged beauty into a prim school teacher. It was quite a trick.
Kristina waited with her pained looking prisoner. A minute later, glasses refilled, the others prepared to go to the punishment room with them. Alana felt her breath, labored and uneven and knew she was going to enjoy it the way the others were.
She had been spanked and watched others being spanked, but this was different. Dolly had made the transformation from woman to girl and it was in that role that she would be taken over the lap of the 'teacher' and spanked.
When they reached the room, Kristina selected one of the armless chairs, carried it to the middle of the room and sat with prim dignity, as much dignity as could be managed in her uniform of bra, panties and nylons which caressed high on her lush thighs.
Standing before her, hands nervously toying with the hem of the short uniform skirt, Dolly was the personification of all the naughty school girls who had ever faced a stern headmistress.
In clear, authoritative tones, Kristina began to question the repentant looking girl on details of the offenses that he had led her into disgrace.
It was clear that the two had played the game in the past and both knew the script well. Dolly admitted that she had surely been caught in her room with another girl and that both had been naked.
"And what were you doing?" the stern voice went on.
Using the clearest possible words, Dolly described in erotic detail what each had been doing to the other with hands and mouth.
There was absolute silence in the room as all who watched seemed to do so without breathing for fear of making even a faint sound that would intrude on the scene that gripped their entire attention.
And then the trial and scolding were over and Dolly was nervously pulling up her skirt to her waist to show the beautifully filled white nylon panties which hugged sweet, firm roundities. Through the nylon, Alana could see the shadowy valley and the flaring curves of the plump little bottom.
The group did stop breathing as the teacher bent and very slowly pulled the little panties down the slightly parted thighs of the trembling little girl who pleaded with the teacher not to spank her on the bare backside as had been promised.
"Nonsense, you naughty little child," Kristina snapped. "Come over my lap this instant or I shall strip you naked and use the cane and strap to make you dance."
A moment later, the girl was lying over the waiting thighs. Her plump little bottom arched invitingly, her panties held taut in a narrow strip just above the lush curves of her knees.
As she lay upside down, the top of the tunic moved to allow one firm little nubbin to escape. The pink tip seemed to wink at the spectators.
The spanking began then and Dolly commenced sobbing the first time the flat palm met the curve of a cheek with a loud, ringing spank. Very soon, crying took the place of sobbing. Her little feet and legs kicked and threshed; her panties fluttered like an erotic flag of distress and the loyalty cheeks took on a bright pink coloration.
When Kristina paused in the spanking, it was only to pick up the hair brush. Dolly cried even louder then as the wood stung even more than the hard palm had done.
As she spanked with the blistering wood, Kristina continued to scold the girl who heaved and bucked over her lap without a chance of avoiding even one stinging spank with the wooden brush.
The girl's shrieks were such that Alana was sure it was no act. The spanking was really stinging her that much. Both cheeks were covered with a bright crimson glow and Alana had learned enough about spankings to be able to guess how needles of fire were dancing under the silken skin of the upturned bottom.
Kristina stopped spanking then and the weeping girl was permitted to stand. At an order from the teacher, she hurriedly removed her uniform dress. Except for garter belt and nylons, she was naked. Her panties lay in a silken puddle at her feet.
Dolly was then sent to permit all those in the room to examine the results of her spanking. There were a lot of comments as the guests used eyes and hands to check redness and heat. She continued to sob in that exciting, childish way and Alana was alarmed to realize that instead of sympathy, she felt only erotic excitement.
The spanking of the woman-girl had been as stimulating to her as the movies had been last time they went to a party.
Returning to her teacher who still sat on the chair, the spanked student assured her that she had learned her lesson and would do anything to prove it.
"Very well, Dolly," Kristina spoke in a husky voice as she stood, "we'll just put you to the test. If you fail, then you shall receive additional punishment."
"I won't fail," Dolly sobbed, "you'll see."
"Very well, Dolly. You may remove my panties for me. Take them right off."
Kristina stood coolly, hands on her hips as the sobbing girl reached for the caressing nylon panties and stripped them down the long, tapered thighs and legs.
It was a thrilling sight and Alana found herself rubbing her thighs together in excitement. There was a hand stroking her from behind, but she didn't look. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene.
"Now then Doll, I am going to sit on the edge of that big chair. You will do for me what you did with the other girl. If you don't do it right, I'll send for the strap and I promise you, you'll dance for me."
"Oh don't, Miss," the nude girl pleaded. "I promise I'll be good."
Kristina sat on the edge of the wide chair, leaned back and slowly parted her thighs to bare the core of her arousal.
A moment later, Dolly was kneeling, child-like, in the frame of the long legs. Without hesitation, she pressed her mouth into the warm vee. The expression on the face of the reclining woman told that the girl was doing very well indeed.
Even before the erotic tableau at the chair had reached a conclusion, the others were moving into an aroused tableau of their own.
To her horror, Alana saw that Mitch had solved the shortage of women by becoming very busy fondling Stu's panties. Stu didn't see to mind at all. She couldn't believe it.
While she was still wresting with that thought, Jake led her to the couch and had her bra removed before they sat.
Alana wanted him to drive her passion even higher with erotic play, but Jake had gone too far already and couldn't wait. Stripping her panties off, he plunged into her, bounced on her body for a few seconds and collapsed.
It was over and he hadn't done a thing for her. Still the fires of hunger raged within her. Looking around as she rolled away from him, she found that all the others were busy.
She tried to pull his face down along her belly, but he made some excuse about getting a drink and hurried to the bar. She cursed him loudly, but it was all in vain. There was no chance that anyone would hear her since they were all too fully occupied.
To her intense relief, Alana saw that Stu had left the other man and was paired off with Kristina. He was giving her a real workout and Alana knew that the lovely blonde was getting a lot more satisfaction than Jake had provided her.
Her eyes widened then as Alana noticed that Paul and little Dolly had paired off. For the time being, he was content to kiss and fondle the soundly spanked little hills while she purred in content. There was no sign of tears in her eyes.
When the man got up, Alana enjoyed a real look at his splendid size since he had removed the panties and swayed proudly. He walked toward the chair on which Dolly had been spanked a little while ago and Alana's heart gave a leap at the thought that the poor little thing was going to have her red bottom spanked again.
Paul sat on the chair with his legs close together, his arousal waving like a flag. Dolly didn't lie across his lap though. Instead, she stood straddling him. The girl smiled broadly and Alana began to guess what was going to happen. She hurried from the couch and sat on the rug near them so that she would have a better view.
For a moment, Dolly paused, her hands moving down between her parted thighs. One hand reached for him while the other held where it was.
From behind and below, Alana felt her heart pounding as she watched the adjustment being made. She heard a pair of sighs and saw why. Dolly had fitted herself to her man.
The girl's knees began to bend then and she started to lower herself onto him. She didn't stop until she had taken him completely. Alana would have sworn it was impossible, yet, there was the evidence right above her as the girl rubbed her hot nether cheeks against the man's thighs. She had buried him completely and was writhing as if looking for more.
Others, having finished what they were doing, came to join Alana as she watched the strange proceedings on the chair.
While Paul held her with his strong hands, Dolly began to ride up and down on him. From her vantage point, Alana had a perfect view of the man's strong pride each time Dolly elevated the chubby little cheeks only to slide all the way down and cause it to vanish again into the warmth of her greedy body.
Dolly must have sensed the moment when Paul built for his explosion. Having already enjoyed hers more than a minute before as she squirmed in his lap, she was once again in complete command.
Rising up to the point where she almost released him, she seemed to be contracting her muscles. Dolly guessed what this was doing to the man who wore an expression of delicious pain.
At the critical moment, Dolly slid slowly all the way down. Even before she reached the bottom, Alana saw the man's body twitch and jerk and knew what was happening inside the lush little body.
One of the little pink tipped gems of Dolly's had vanished completely and as Paul's body continued to jerk, his jaws were moving.
"Have you had a man yet?" Kristina whispered into her ear then.
"Yes, but he didn't do anything for me."
"Did he do anything for himself down there?" she asked as her hand forced its way between Alana's thighs.
"Yes. That was all he wanted."
"Then baby, you're going to get the rest of what you want right now."
Seconds later, Alana was lying on the floor while Kristina pressed her mouth where Jake had left such a terrible void a while ago. Her tongue probed deeply, greedily so that Alana was soon writhing in more warm delight than the man had produced.
What she wanted came fast and Kristina rolled away from her with a smile.
"It's always better after a woman's had a man," she explained with a smile as she wiped the back of her hand across her full, red, pouting lips.
Because it was to be a weekend session, they packed up early after another couple rounds of drinks and went to bed.
It was agreed that each man would sleep with his own wife and they would get an early start in the morning. To her surprise, Alana found herself regretting that the evening had passed without Paul keeping his promise to her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alana woke and realized that there were sounds of activity coming from the kitchen. Beside her, Stu slept with the sweet look of innocence he' always wore when sleeping. A smile spread across her face as she thought of how he had looked during the party last night. There was nothing of innocence then.
Swinging out of bed, she thought of putting some clothes on before going out of the room to explore. In view of what kind of a weekend it was, that seemed like a foolish thing to do so she walked out naked.
What a change has come over me, she thought, as she remembered her shyness during the first session with the Towns at their house.
In the kitchen, she found Paul and Carla waiting as the coffee perc kept making threatening noises. As nude as she, they greeted her cheerily.
"I'm so delighted with the way you've developed, my dear," Carla said with a smile. "Remember how shy you were the first time?"
"I was just thinking of that," Alana replied with a laugh. "I notice our friend here doesn't look very shy. In fact, I'd say he looks quite bold."
Paul was all of that. It had been a brief and not very demanding evening and now he was obviously ready to get started again.
"Why wait for coffee, Alana?" he said with a smile. "I have something much better waiting for you." Paul looked suggestively toward his lap and she understood what he meant.
"Before breakfast?"
"Best way in the world to start the day. After that, you can drink your coffee black and it all gets together inside."
Alana was forced to admit that the bigness of the man still fascinated her. No matter how she tried, it was impossible to resist him. As he sat proudly on the high stool, she walked over and her hand closed around him. She felt him throb expectantly and knew that she would do what he wanted.
Paul moved his legs apart, braced his bare feet on the rungs of the stool and offered it to her. Without pausing, Alana dropped to her knees before him and reached to claim it with hands.
"Move your legs apart, sweetie," Carla said from behind and I'll make it better for you."
As she did so, Alana saw the woman sit on the floor beside her and felt the hand reaching under her. It was going to be great, she told herself, and now Carla would make it even better for her. She'd never had a woman do that to her while she worked on a man. She tried to guess how great it was going to be.
Her mouth opened wide, she felt the fullness of him and realized that she was going to have to open even wider to take him. Forcing her jaws, she felt him pushing into her.
Pressing her mouth down on him until she was afraid she was going to gag, Alana drew back a little. Because there was no room in her mouth for her tongue to work on him, she allowed her lips to do the work instead and the man seemed pleased.
Under her, the finger was moving rapidly. It found the place it was looking for and Alana trembled with hot desire as the finger continued to rub. Carla's plan was obvious. As both hands worked, one in front, one behind, she was determined to make it explode for Alana when the same thing happened to the man or perhaps even earlier.
Alana felt the old familiar shudder beginning. She was going to get there first. Sensing it, Carla began a more frantic motion.
Just as she felt herself flying into a million soft, warm fragments, Alana felt the man enlarge yet again and knew he was ready to feed her.
She held tightly. Her own cry of passion became an unheard thing as the bigness of the man muffled it. She braced herself and he gave her everything. Alana thought it would never stop streaming and spurting as she gulped as fast as she could.
Alana rose to her feet groggily and saw the smile of pure content on the man's face. He wasn't nearly as big as he had been, but he did look happy about what he lost to her.
"Ready for that coffee now?" he asked her with a grin of satisfaction.
"I'm not sure I can hold it," she panted. "Man you're not just big. You're loaded."
"You changed all that for me, sweet, but I recover in a hurry. There'll soon be more for someone else I miss my guess."
"Paul, darling," Carla broke in, "be a dear and pour coffee for the three of us. I'm all steamed up and this little angel has to help me get back to earth before I start crawling along the ceiling."
Alana turned with a smile to see how her friend wanted it done. Carla showed her and seconds later, she held one hand cupping the woman from behind as she stood with her thighs wide apart.
Alana's hand worked busily in front; a finger found the right spot and she began moving. It didn't take long at all and by the time Paul had the three cups of coffee ready, Carla was squirming and sighing as all the tension fled from her body.
The day had started at a fast pace and as others emerged from the bedroom, the pace was stepped up. As the men tired and waited for renewed strength, the women found ways of looking after each other so that it never slowed down.
On Saturday evening, they retired even earlier. Kristina and Paul were the first to pack it in as they went to bed shortly after nine. The movie projector had been set up for an evening showing, but Paul was out of gas.
The rest of the party gathered to watch the show although none was sure that anything else could happen no matter how good the movies were.
Alana didn't enjoy the first movie at all. It showed three men who had taken a woman captive and had her tied up in a rough looking shack.
The captor stripped naked and showed her what was going to happen to her. After that, they tore her clothes off so that she was nude and began to play with her on the bed.
After that, they ravished her in every possible way before the film finished. It was all too brutal for Alana and she was glad when it finished. She hoped there would be a better one before she went to bed, something good enough to take her mind off the brutality of that one so there would be no bad dreams in the night.
The next one was better as far as Alana was concerned. It started with an attractive young woman in her thirties standing on the steps of a house with two teenagers, a boy and a girl. They were waving to an older couple who were just getting into a car packed for a vacation trip.
She guessed that the two leaving were the parents and the woman at the house was a friend who was going to look after the boy and girl who appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen.
As soon as they returned to the house, the woman and girl exchanged looks and began raising their dresses to display long, luscious legs.
The boy appeared surprised but delighted. He became even more so when they opened the front of their dresses and compared bras.
From there, the game moved into high gear as the women began fondling each other and inviting the boy to touch what he liked. They took off their dresses then and waited in bra and panties as the boy stripped nude.
After that, there was no limit as they introduced him to everything two women can do to each other and to a male.
From Alana's point of view, it was a happy, exciting picture after the ugliness of the one before, which she had already forgotten about.
There was one more film to go, but Alana didn't really need the stimulation of it. Jake put it on anyway and they watched.
Two young women, both beauties of twenty or so, were in the bushes beside a quiet lake. They laughed and giggled as they stripped naked, then ran out into the lake for a swim.
When they came out of the water, they returned to their secluded spot in the bushes and began to make passionate love to each other. After they had gone all the way, two men suddenly strode onto the scene.
Both men were naked and from their appearance, it was clear that they had been watching and were aroused so that they demanded more than just a view of the activities.
The women were reluctant at first, but the men weren't going to take no for an answer. There was a bit of wrestling, but before long, both women were nicely compliant and the men got what they were after.
Through the miracle of film, the men were able to come back for more and more before the movie finally ran to its conclusion.
By that time, the two women who had first been reluctant, then willing and finally eager, had taken it in the conventional manner and had later used their mouths and finally knelt on all fours to present the greedy males with yet another means of entrance.
Alana was more than ready to go again by the time the movies ended, but none of the men were up to it. She didn't object at all when Carla suggested that they look after each other.
While they did it, pert little Dolly played with both of them while the men watched and wished they could do something about it.
After that, there was really nothing to do but call it a day and go to bed. Stu fell asleep almost at once, but sleep didn't come as easily to Alana.
There were so many things to think about and not all of them were pleasant. In fact, it was the enjoyable things that bothered her most because she had enjoyed them too much.
Once, she recalled, she had tried to talk her husband out of going along with the group thing. At that time, their marriage was the most important thing in the world to her and she saw the group as a danger to it and to them.
Now, having thrown off her mantle of shyness, Alana had come to enjoy this strange, forbidden world. This morning, in the kitchen, she had actually been anxious to do what she did for Paul.
Later in the day, there had been all those sessions with both males and females and she enjoyed every one of them. Have I become so completely corrupted, Alana asked herself, that I can't live without this sort of thing?
It wasn't the kind of question she liked and she was afraid she would like the answer even less so she dropped it there and left the question unanswered. If sleep would come, she knew, she would be rescued from the probing questions her mind kept throwing at her.
Before long, she knew that sleep was going to be hard to come by since her mind wanted to talk to her and was insisting that she listen to it. Surrendering to the demand at last, she began to think about what had become of their life.
In the beginning, she had been strong and had tried to convince Stu that he should devote his attention to his dream of being a big name in government. Lately, she was forced to admit, she hadn't worked so hard at encouraging him to make the most of his opportunity to go all the way.
The reason for that was obvious. The reluctant Alana had learned to enjoy these diversions and now, she wasn't sure that she could break away any more easily than her husband could. Once, she had worried about him and had been ready to condemn him for wanting to hang on to this strange life. Now, she realized, she too was hung up on it.
After this weekend is over, she promised herself, I'm going to find the strength I need to help us both escape from this fleshy trap. There really are more important things in life than this and it's up to me to help my husband find and cherish them.
On Sunday, Alana participated as eagerly as the rest of the group and when they left, late in the afternoon, she told herself that it was all over.
Even as she said it under her breath, she hoped she could find the strength to stick to the promise. Without her help, she was sure, Stu wouldn't be able to make the break and devote himself to his political career.
CHAPTER NINE
Stu Kingston stepped out of the ' elevator, walked down the hall and reached for the knob of the office door. Just before he touched it, he stopped and froze with his hand reaching ahead.
Something had changed since he left the office on Friday. The name on the door now read Weir & Kingston. He felt his heart pounding as he read it again and again to convince himself that he wasn't just dreaming. No matter how often he read it, it came out the same.
"Well, how do you like the look of it?" Stanton asked with a smile as Stu walked into the reception area of the office.
"I think it's great, Stanton. I only hope it isn't some kind of a joke or something."
"It's no joke, son," Stanton said the word son as if he really meant it. "You're a partner now."
"But ... but ... I mean I didn't expect ... I...."
"You know, boy, for a lawyer you don't handle yourself too well. Ever thought of taking a course in public speaking?"
The gleam in the older man's eyes told Stu that he was enjoying his new partner's reaction to it all. Stu had to admit that he too was enjoying it and then some.
"When did all this happen?" Stu wanted to know.
"Well now, the painting happened on Saturday. Cost me time and a half to get it done then. The rest of it happened when we decided that it was time for you to get your feet really wet in politics."
"But it doesn't make sense. I'm going to spend even less time in the office from now on. I won't be able to carry my weight."
"That, Stu boy, is the one thing in the world I'm not worried about. You started carrying your own weight from the time you came into the firm. As a member of the legislature, you'll carry your weight real well. I'm sure of that."
Stu still wasn't able to grasp it. He fought for the right thing to say, but words were still hard to come by.
"The partnership agreement is just waiting to be signed, Stu. Let's get into my office and get at it before we settle down to get some work done."
Even when they got into the office, though, they didn't settle down to signing the papers that would make Stu a partner in the firm.
Instead, Stanton reached into a cabinet near his desk and pulled out a bottle of scotch.
"I think a thing like this calls for a drink, son," he said with the same excited twinkle in his eyes.
"I'll go along with that," Stu agreed anxiously as he picked up two glasses and placed them down on the desk.
When the two drinks had been poured, they clinked glasses and drank a toast to success.
"You know, Stanton," Stu began as he lowered his glass and looked at the older man over the rim of it, "you didn't have to do this. You've done enough for me by giving me an opening into the field."
"Son," the older man replied in a more gentle tone than Stu had ever heard him use, "if I had to do it, I wouldn't have. I'm doing this because I want to."
"When I was young," he went on with a dreamy look in his eyes, "I wanted to get into politics, but then, being young was a crime. Only old men had a chance to make it."
"By the time they figured I was old enough, I was an old man and too tired to run for office. Sure, they let me work in the back room so that I probably have more real power than if I were governor, but I want it to be different for you. I want you to grab the chance I never had and make something of it."
For the first time in a very long time, Stu felt tears welling up in his eyes. To the old man it may have been a vicarious thing, but it was more than that. Stu knew he had to play the role of the son and the old man never had because he had always been too busy running. It was going to be a heavy load to carry, but he knew he had to carry it and do so with dignity.
"I understand a lot of things now, Stanton." Stu put his glass down as he talked. "Perhaps even more than you realize. I won't let you down. That s a promise from the bottom of my heart."
"You don't have to promise a thing, son. I guess my life got kind of botched up. Sure I have a big income and people accept me as one of the biggest lawyers in the State, but that isn't enough.
"You have a chance to have all the things I wanted and couldn't get. You know how much a partnership in this firm is worth. I'm not selling it to you, I'm giving it to you. I'm doing that so that you will be free to get in there and give it your best shot."
"I realize that," Stu answered with sincerity. "I know few young lawyers ever get a chance like this. I promise it won't be wasted. I won't blow it."
"You're damn right you won't. I'm making sure of that. Because this is a gift to you, I'm writing some pretty rough clauses into the agreement. They permit me to yank the rug out from under you if I ever catch you off base."
"You mean I'm on trial? If I don't win, the whole thing is off?"
"What do you take me for, boy? I want you to win, but I'm not putting conditions like that on it. If you get your head knocked off in a tough fight, that's fine. That's what politics is all about.
"The reason I wrote it up the way I did is that if you ever knock yourself out of the race by doing something stupid, I'll finish you off good. I don't want that to be a threat, Stu, just a reminder that I'm giving you the big fat world on a silver platter. Don't spill it, that's all. You can make it all the way if you want to."
Stu concentrated on keeping his nervousness hidden so that it wouldn't show. The very thing the old man was warning him about was the thing of which he was very guilty.
The sex club, he knew, would not only destroy his own dreams for the future, but it would take from Stanton Weir his one last chance to make it all the way to the top with Stu as his alter ego.
Even if he didn't want it badly enough for himself, he knew he had to do it for the man who had given him a share of the best law firm in the state. It was a heavy responsibility and he knew he was going to have to sweat to carry it.
A little later, a notary public from across the hall joined them and they signed the papers that turned the business into a partnership.
Just on paper, on the basis of present valuation, he had been given something in the neighborhood of a hundred thousand dollars with a broad paved road leading straight up for as far ahead as he could see.
Compared to that, the sex club looked like a pretty unimportant thing. He told himself then that he had seen the last of his old friends and that from now on he was going to play it straight.
For a minute or two, he believed he was going to be able to do it. After that, the doubts began to set in. Through the rest of the day he told himself he would be a fool to blow that kind of a future for what the crazy club offered.
The warning made good sense to him, but he still was less than positive that he could remember it next time he received an invitation to take part in a session with the group.
CHAPTER TEN
Stu was accustomed to hard work, but nothing could have prepared him for the grind ahead.
In the beginning, he concentrated his efforts within party circles as he fought for the nomination. Even with the support of Stanton Weir, it wasn't going to be easy. Also running for the nomination, and running hard, was forty-nine-year-old Marvin Dale.
Marvin had been a loyal party man for a long time and many prominent party brass felt he deserved the nomination. There was plenty of time yet for Stu Kingston, they argued. He's young, perhaps too young. Another few years won't do him any harm at all and will give him time to mature.
Their attitude made them tougher to fight and Stu knew it. It was hard to fight back when they weren't saying a thing against him. They met frequently and each time, Marvin Dale was a picture of charm and dignity.
He liked to throw an arm around Stu's shoulders and tell all within listening range that young Stu Kingston showed a lot of promise and would go far some day.
In doing so, he would put enough emphasis on the word young that Stu invariably emerged as the apprentice while Marvin came on strong in the father image.
"How do you fight that sort of thing anyway?" he asked Stanton.
"You don't really fight it, boy. You roll with it, smile right back at him and think old. You have to make sure the delegates who are going to decide the nomination see that you have maturity and dignity. Above all, you mustn't openly fight him or you're dead."
Stu would have enjoyed fighting the man. He was a tired old political hack who wanted his reward and had nothing to offer.
And yet, although Stu knew that, there was no way he could use it. You don't go around saying nasty things about nice old Marvin Dale. It would be suicide and he knew it.
As a result, he spoke to more people, spent more time on the campaign and rarely saw Alana. When he did arrive home, he was dead tired and fell asleep almost at once.
Alana understood and tried to live with it. After all, she told herself, in a month or so, the nomination would be awarded. Win or lose, Stu would be able to take a bit more time off to spend with her.
Until then though, she knew it was going to be tough. More and more, she felt desire building and demanding her to do something about it.
She threw himself into household tasks and tried all the tricks she knew to take her mind off the gnawing hunger that ached inside her panties.
It wasn't too surprising that as the demand grew stronger, she thought more and more about the wonderful parties with the group.
There had been a time when she wanted Stu to take her away from all that and live a normal life at home. Now, she was forced to admit, desire had driven her to the point where an invitation to rejoin the group in a free wheeling session was a dream that caused Alana to press her knees and thighs tightly together and rub as erotic dreams in her mind much like the movies illuminated the screen at the parties.
A week ago, driven beyond the point where she was capable of coping with the terrible hunger, Alana went into her bedroom, raised her dress and began fondling. At first, she stroked the seat of her clinging panties as she thought of how others had done that.
A little later, her legs moved apart and her hand found the warm strip of nylon under her belly. It was too much.
Quickly, she stripped naked and began fondling herself all over. She saw herself in the mirror and the hands that moved over her body were not her own. Instead, they belonged to Paul or Kristina or one of the others in the group.
Lowering herself to the bed, she allowed one hand to move right to the area of critical desire. Alternately, a finger probed and it was the bigness of Paul, then the hand pressed and it was the sweet, demanding mouth of one of the women.
Before long, her body tensed, arched, and her hand pressed hard as the waves of completion swept over her. It was good while it lasted, but after it passed, Alana felt nothing but shame.
There's no excuse for it, she scolded herself as she put her clothes back on. I'm a married woman, not just a crazy, curious kid. It's wrong to do that sort of thing. She tried making excuses, but they didn't impress her. A normal married woman just doesn't do that, the answer was always there.
A few days later, the urge returned and she sensed that having surrendered once, she would do it again more easily the next time.
The next time was getting a lot closer she knew and she wasn't pleased with herself. She was in that mood of depression that afternoon when she answered the door and found Dolly Martin smiling up at her out of the big, baby blue eyes.
"Dolly, what a surprise. Come on in."
Dolly came in and they began chatting excitedly. In a little while, Dolly became more serious as she told how she knew that Stu was campaigning so hard that he never found time to get home to his wife.
Her words and the tone of sympathy in which she said them triggered everything that had built up with Alana. Her words poured out then as she told of the driving need for satisfaction. She stopped just short of telling what she had done alone to find some measure of gratification.
Before she knew it, knowing arms were wrapped around her and the sweet little face was pressed against the top of her dress. She felt hands moving over her body. This time, the hands belonged to someone else and Alana sensed that she could go all the way this time.
They rolled over on the couch and, with warning, a hand found Alana's panties and rubbed urgently between her trembling thighs.
"That was a naughty thing for me to do, wasn't it?" Dolly grinned.
"I suppose it was," Alana answered nervously as she wondered what the girl-woman was up to.
"I think I should be spanked for that," Dolly went on with an impish grin. "I think you should turn me over your lap, take my panties down and spank me on my bare botty and make me cry."
Nothing in the world could have stopped Alana then. Just when she had been on the verge of going crazy with desire, this sweet young thing came along and offered to fill that burning need. No woman in her condition could possibly resist.
"Take your dress off first," Dolly whispered urgently "then undress me and spank me like a naughty little girl. After that, I'll make all your baddies go away for you."
Alana felt her fingers shaking as they worked on the fastening of her dress. She just couldn't get it off quickly enough. When it fell to her feet and she saw the eyes of the young woman moving over her bra and panties and the naked skin between, Alana almost moaned with passion.
Remembering how the game was played, she began to scold Dolly for her naughtiness and announced that she was going to get a good spanking.
"Take your dress off this instant," she snapped in a stern, motherly tone."
"Yes, mommy." There were actually tears in Dolly's eyes as she began to remove her dress.
In matching white bra and panties, Dolly did look like a girl just beginning to blossom. Only in the region of her mature thighs where the suspenders held sheer nylons in an erotic caress was she really woman. The rest was frightened little girl preparing to be spanked.
"Come here to me, Dolly. I'm going to take your little panties right off for your spanking."
"Please, mommy, let me keep my panties on." The pleading voice was shockingly twelve or thirteen, perhaps even younger. "I know I've been a bad girl and have to be spanked, but don't make me take my panties off."
"Nonsense. You know mommy always takes your panties down when she spanks you. I want to see those chubby little cheeks getting all red over my lap. Come here this instant or I'll get my strap."
With a heart rending sob, the girl shuffled over to stand between Alana's legs. Reaching forward, Alana patted the nylon sheathed mounds and reminded Dolly that her naughtiness had gotten her into trouble and that she was about to be spanked. As she talked, her palm continued rubbing and patting. Her other arm was wrapped around the sleek thighs.
She lowered the panties very slowly and listened to the pathetic sobs of the girl. At last, the panties fell to the floor and she helped Dolly step out of them. What she saw as the girl raised her legs high sent a new shower of hot, stabbing needles racing through her. In just a little while, she thought.
And then, sobbing and pleading, Dolly lowered her child-like body across Alana's lap. The garter belt and suspenders framed the girlish buttocks. Below, in erotic contrast, the nylon sheathed thighs were very womanly as they opened and closed slowly in anticipation of what was to come.
Wrapping her left arm around the tiny, smooth waist, Alana completed the scolding, warned the sobbing little girl that the spanking was going to sting and make her cry, then raised her right hand and brought it down sharply.
There was a loud, clear sound and the silken cheek compressed deliriously under her hand. After the spank had been delivered, Alana kept her palm there and felt the firm flesh jiggle.
She spanked the other cheek and again allowed her hand to linger there. When she lifted it away, she saw a faint pink blush on each cheek.
Across her thighs, the lush young body twitched and heaved as if anxious for the spanking to proceed. Alana took a tighter grip with her left arm and began the real spanking.
Her hand moved from cheek to cheek slapping hard each time. Dolly's cries became louder, her feet kicked, her body heaved and bucked, rubbing across Alana's thighs, but the spanking went on and on.
With something of a shock, Alana realized how darkly red the sweet buttocks had become. She felt the tingling warmth of the smooth skin and knew the girl had taken all she could. She stopped spanking.
Instantly, Dolly rolled on her lap so that they both fell across the couch.
Finding the glowing red mounds in front of her face, Alana clutched Dolly with both hands and held her close as she covered both silken hills with moist, loving kisses.
Writhing in delight under the tender ministrations, Dolly stopped sobbing and began to purr with steadily mounting passion.
As the trail of kisses moved along the down slopes of the tingling orbs, Alana saw silken thighs parting eagerly. Her eyes saw the secret delight that opened in waiting for her and she moved down to reach for it as the smaller woman trembled expectantly within warm, loving hands.
Teasing the girl a little, Alana paused with her cheeks brushing the sensitive inner thighs, her moist lips a scant inch away from the warm, waiting target.
She closed the gap quickly, pressed her face all the way into the receptive flesh and felt a passionate return kiss as the writhing body strained against her.
Under her hands as she held Dolly close while her tongue probed and drove the young woman wild, Alana felt the silken skin still glowing hot from the spanking that had been so recently delivered.
Alana knew that the tingling that had been alive in Dolly's luscious buttocks a little while ago was gone now. If it was still there at all, she wouldn't feel it. What Alana's lips and tongue were doing was concentrating full attention on the warm, pulsating area hidden away between her thighs.
Alana felt hands probing her panties and parted long sleek legs so that the girl would have more freedom where her hands wanted to play. Feeling the insinuating finger through her nylon panties, Alana wished she had taken the darn things off, but there was no time now.
The changed rhythm of Dolly's breathing informed her that the big moment was approaching. Her hands closed up higher on the hot, red hills and her face pressed in more intensely.
Wrapping her tongue around the sweet, turgid bud she had been teasing with little flicking motions, she rubbed it slowly and heard the cry of ecstasy in reply as Dolly, her face pressed against the front of Alana's panties, gave way to the ecstatic explosion and cried her way to completion.
When it was over, Alana knelt up on the bed and looked at Dolly lying below her breathing deeply. There was a look of pure delight on the passionate young face.
With hands that trembled, Alana reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. What it covered had nothing to do with the burning need she felt then, but she wanted to be as nude as possible when the need was being quenched by the woman on the bed who waited to do it as it had been done to her.
As she pushed her panties down the smooth, round swells of her bottom and shoved them impatiently down her thighs, Alana saw a new expression in Dolly's big eyes. She saw that the woman was anxious to serve as she had been served. Alana felt another wave of warm excitement sweep over her. It was just a matter of a few more seconds.
Kicking her panties away, Alana fell back to the bed with her thighs parted wide, her knees bent, legs drawn up over her body.
"Please make it good, Dolly," she almost sobbed. "I'm dying for it, darling."
"There, there, you sweet, darling thing," Dolly comforted as she approached and bent over her. "Just watch how good your Dolly is going to make you feel."
As if to confirm what she had said, her lips parted, a live pink tongue darted out to lick a moist film over them and, a moment later, Alana moaned as the sweet hot mouth pressed against her aching warmth.
Since joining the group, Alana had been kissed that way many times and had become a connoisseur of the sweet art. This one, she knew at once was going to be the most thrilling ever.
Even now as Dolly was only beginning, the thrill was as great as it had been at the moment of completion in the past. As the eager face continued to nuzzle her while gentle hands stroked her heaving body, the delicious thrill kept building until Alana wondered if she would be able to withstand the climax when it swept over her. There was a moment of fearing that her heart would explode when that happened, but then she didn't care.
Death would be the ultimate experience she told herself. It was as if she wanted to die that way with the face pressed against her body, the darting tongue licking flames into her. She would drift through eternity with her body throbbing and glowing in ecstasy.
Completion was sweeping over her and Alana knew she wasn't going to die after all. Instead, she was living as she had never lived before.
For a long time after it passed, Dolly held her and crooned soft words of comfort as a mother would comfort a child after a big experience.
Later, they agreed that they would do it again for each other. A second one, they agreed, would be great after the wonderful first time around for both of them.
"But we can't do it to each other at the same time," Alana protested with a confused smile. "I'm too darn tall for you."
"No you're not, silly," Dolly laughed as she slipped her bra off to display the small, pert gems that looked like alabaster lemons with little cherry tips. "Let's get each other ready and I'll show you how easy it is."
Her hands reached to claim the much bigger mounds Alana had freed from the confinement of her bra. At the same time, Alana reached for Dolly's and both began the game of fondling that would rekindle the fires to the point where they would have to be quenched.
As their hands played, their words excited each other. They compared notes on how it had felt for each of them a little while ago and talked about how good the next one was going to be.
"How are we going to do it?" Alana asked in an excited whisper.
"Easy, silly," Dolly's hands squeezed a little, "that lovely long body of yours can curl a little you know. As soon as you take me, I'll pull you into just the right position."
While they waited for passion to build to the point of demand, Dolly told of a lovely session she'd once had with a woman who was more than six feet tall. Her description of the event was a work of erotic art and Alana felt herself trembling as she tried to picture it the way Dolly told it.
"Are you ready, darling?" Dolly whispered. "Oh yes. Are you?"
"I'm dying for it, sweetie. Come, lie down and we'll make each other fly now."
They eased down on the bed together and Dolly soon adjusted them so that they were ready. She felt the greedy little mouth closing against her as she raised her left thigh and held it there.
Moments later, her body was being drawn around on the bed. Her hands cupped still warm buttocks as firm thighs parted, the warmth of the love nest was waiting and she pressed her mouth to it.
It was a delightful experience for both of them as they had known it would be.
Later, as they chatted, still naked and sipping drinks, they agreed that after the thrills of the group and all it had taught them, it wouldn't be possible to just give it up.
Recalling the weeks of hunger and desperation that had driven her to try to solve it alone, Alana was sure the girl-woman was right. She couldn't endure another drought like that. All the thrills Dolly had provided for her told her that it was going to have to happen again and again. Never again would she endure long periods of waiting and wanting.
One part of her mind told her it was wrong and could destroy her husband's career. At the same time, another stronger voice inside told her that it was Stu who had gotten them into it in the first place. She recalled trying to talk him out of it, trying to force him to break away but not being able to convince him.
Now, she realized, she was going to be too weak to try to persuade him. She too was hooked by desire to be loved by men and women alike.
Alana tried to go on with the silent argument, but she looked at the lovely nude form of her companion and the argument flew out the window.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Are you holding something back on me, Stu?" The eyes of Stanton Weir pierced him like darts from across the desk.
"What are you talking about? Stu looked genuinely puzzled. "What could I be holding back? Why should I?"
"I don't know, Stu, but something's going on in this race that just isn't kosher."
"Then suppose you tell me what it is and we'll try to figure it out."
"What it is to this point is just a rumor. It's a strange rumor to the effect that you're going to pull out of the race and throw your support behind Marvin Dale."
"That's crazy," Stu exploded angrily. "If that kind of rumor is going around, you can be sure Dale and his backers started it. What do they hope to gain?"
"You don't have to tell me who starts rumors and I know why. I also know how Dale operates. He's a smart cookie and ruthless in spite of not being a good politician. It's a kind of jungle instinct that a lot of politicians have."
"Do you think he started the rumor?" Stu asked with the same serious expression.
"I do, but I can't figure it. A groundless rumor could come back to haunt him and he knows that. If he started this, it has to be based on something pretty solid. Could he have anything on you that could force you to back down?"
"He couldn't," Stu snapped with more conviction than he really felt.
If Marvin Dale had gotten wind of the sex parties, Stu knew, it would be just the dynamite he needed to blow his opposition out of the race. It couldn't be true though, he told himself.
In the continuing silence, Stu went over the names of those with whom they had played. Ticking them off one at a time, he was confident that no one would have talked. They were pros at the game and had sense enough to keep quiet about what the group did.
Before getting involved, he had checked out a lot of things with Jake Towns. One of the points Jake made clear then was the code of honor among the participants.
Stu accepted that code and was positive the others were the same. Whatever Marvin Dale has up his sleeve, he told himself, it can't have anything to do with the group. It has to be something else and I have to find out what it is.
Across the desk, Stanton Weir still frowned and wore that look of apprehension. At least, Stu hoped it was only apprehension. If it was distrust or doubt, then he was really in trouble. Stanton was a magnificent backer for a young man with political aspirations. As an enemy, he would be deadly. His influence covered the State. One word from him and all the doors in the party would be slammed never to open again.
Together, they went over Stu's campaign and tried to find some hint of a flaw, some clue as to what was behind the rumor. Stu hadn't heard about it until the older man told him, but he knew it was there. Stanton had an instinct for politics and he heard the rumors before anyone else.
At the end of the long, torturous session, they came up with nothing but blanks.
"How clean is your personal life right now, boy?" the man droned without changing expression.
"I keep telling you, it's clean all the way. I'd be a fool to take chances."
"I know that," the older man replied unconvinced, "but you wouldn't be the first fool in the human race. There have been some pretty big ones in the past and there will be even bigger ones in the future."
"I'm not holding back," Stu insisted.
"You say all the right words, Stu boy, but that smell still bothers me. If I were a gambling man, I'd offer big odds that Dale has you by the short hairs right now. If I knew what it was, maybe we could fight him off before the convention."
The meeting ended on that note and Stu stumbled away with a heavy load on his shoulders. Try as he may, he couldn't shake the thought that somehow, Marvin Dale had found out about the group.
If so, it wasn't just the end of his political career, it was the end of the world for him. Exposure on that score would make a fool of Stanton Weir and that was something the strong old man would never forgive.
Maybe, he told himself, it's time for more direct action. Instead of just waiting for a bomb that may never go off, he went on with the thought, I should go see Dale and put it straight to him.
For a while, it seemed like the logical thing to do, but before long, he realized he wouldn't do it. Dale is an old pro, he cautioned himself. I could just walk into a trap and get my head torn off.
He thought of checking the idea out with Stanton, but gave that up too. Stu realized then that he was afraid of the older lawyer.
Right from the start, Stanton had been almost a father to him. It was unreasonable that he should now be afraid of him, but the fear was there, reasonable or not.
How much of his feeling was fear and how much guilt, Stu couldn't ascertain. He didn't even want to try for fear he wouldn't like the answer.
Alana was obviously surprised when Stu walked into the house a few minutes before five. She was even more surprised when he informed her he was going to spend an evening at home for a change.
Reading the concern on his face, she wanted to know what was bothering him. He told her.
"No, Stu. It couldn't be. Those people are our friends. They wouldn't do anything like that. It has to be some kind of a bluff. Maybe Dale thinks he can scare you because you're new in politics."
"Thanks, dear. That's what I'm hoping too. What worries me is Stanton's attitude. He won't accept it as being a bluff. I'm positive he suspects something about me."
Together, they didn't achieve any solutions to the problem that weighed him down, but talking to Alana did make it easier. She too remained convinced that their association with the group had nothing to do with it.
To change the subject, she told her husband about Dolly's visit that day. When he showed an eagerness to hear more, she gave him all the details and watched as arousal flared in him.
"You know, darling," she said earnestly, "I think part of your problem is that you've been working too hard and not having enough fun."
"I guess it could be," he agreed.
For a while, they talked nervously about getting together with the gang again. At first, Stu held back in fear that their activities had already come to the attention of his political opponents.
"If that is the case," Alana pointed out logically, "then it's too late to do anything about it, isn't it?"
"I guess you're right at that," he agreed with what sounded like relief. "Maybe one big session would really set us up and get us out of the dumps."
They were still trying to decide who to phone on such short notice when their phone rang. Answering it, Alana heard Dolly's cheerful voice on the other end.
"Have you cooled off yet, sweetie?" Dolly asked.
"After that, I don't think I'll ever cool off again," Alana answered with a little laugh.
"I'm glad to hear that, because I have the most wonderful surprise."
"I like surprises; tell me."
"We have a guest visiting us from Ohio. He's the most magnificent male you've ever seen, but that's all I'll tell you about him. He has to be seen to be believed."
"Damn you, Dolly, you're teasing me and that isn't fair."
"You didn't mind being teased this afternoon, as I recall."
"That's different. When can we see this mystery of yours?"
"That's up to you, darling. When can you make that hard working husband of yours take an evening off?"
"Are you kidding? That's just what he's doing this evening. Is that enough time?"
"It sure is, sweetie. Jake and Carla are coming over around eight anyway. I'll see if Paul and Kristina can shake loose and we'll have a real bash. Can you make it about eight?"
"Try and stop us."
Stu had overheard enough of the conversation to know what it was all about. Obviously excited at the prospect of a sudden party just minutes after they had discussed it, he hurried over to the end of the couch where his wife leaned over the end holding the phone.
He pulled her skirt up quickly and began rubbing her thighs. Another tug, and the skirt was all the way up so that he saw the pale blue nylon panties which encased her lush, warm body.
His hands became very busy then and Alana found it difficult to hold the phone in her excitement. She didn't object though. Instead, she changed her position and moved her legs apart. Stu quickly found his way between them and his hand stroked the narrow band of nylon there. It became very warm suddenly.
When Alana hung up the phone, they embraced and agreed it would be a good idea to let the pressures build until they got to the party.
They showered, dressed and were ready to leave by seven. A light snack along the way seemed like a good idea under the circumstances.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dolly stood behind the door as she held it open to admit Alana and Stu. Her reason for that became obvious when they stepped inside and she closed it.
She looked stunning in her brilliant red bra and panties. Below the panties, there was about four inches of smooth white thigh before the contrast tops of the dusky black nylons caressed her. The suspenders too, they noticed, were brilliant red satin.
"You look like a sexy strawberry sundae," Stu enthused as his eyes moved over her."
"You have to admit I don't look bad either," her husband Mitch pretended a pout as he stood for their approval. The one garment he wore was a pair of red panties like the ones his wife wore.
"You look delicious too, sweetie," Stu turned on his best mincing tone, "but you're just not my type."
"That's all right, Mitch darling," Alana said as she hurried over to stroke the front of the tight fitting nylon panties. "I like you just the way you are."
Laughing, they went into the living room where they found Carla and Jake Towns undressing in preparation. They too began removing their clothes.
For the party, Alana had chosen what she called her basic black uniform. It consisted of bra, panties and garter belt in shimmering black rayon of the finest quality. Her sheer nylons were the blackest tone she could find. Removing her dress, Alana decided to keep her black patent leather pumps on for a while. The tall heels did exciting things for her legs she knew, even though they didn't really need any help.
As if gambling on being different, Carla had gone for lemon yellow bra and panties with matching garter belt. Like the others, she wore very dark nylons. Her yellow pumps also boasted very high stiletto heels that profided an exciting effect.
They were busy pouring drinks when the bell rang to announce the arrival of Paul and Kristina. Knowing that they rounded out the guest list, Alana thrilled at the thought of seeing Dolly's mystery man before long.
"When do we meet him?" she asked Mitch as they met at the bar.
"The lady sounds impatient," he teased. "You won't have long to wait. As soon as Dolly welcomes Paul and Kristina, she's going to get him ready."
"Get him ready? Does he have to be assembled or something?"
"You're closer than you think," Mitch laughed as he reached for his glass.
Jake and Carla joined in the laugh because they had met the mystery man before and understood what their host was saying. They went along with the idea of keeping her in the dark.
Alana learned that Paul and Kristina did not know about the mystery man either. Watching Kristina throw her dress off to display her nicely filled white bra and panties, Alana guessed that she wasn't the only woman dying to meet him.
Dolly excused herself then and left the room. There was a moment of charged silence; then the group fell into a buzz of excited conversation.
"I'll bet he's not any more man than you," Alana said with a smile as she rubbed her hand along the front of Paul's briefs and felt the familiar massive size of him.
To her surprise, the group erupted into a burst of laughter as if what she had said was the furniest thing in the world.
Uncomfortable at being the butt of their humor, Alana picked up her drink and tried to concentrate on it as she waited for Dolly to return with her promised surprise.
The door through which Dolly had left was opened then and Alana caught her breath. Standing there, seeming to fill the doorway completely was the biggest, darkest skinned Negro she had ever seen.
His back was turned toward them and he was a collection of muscle which seemed to ripple under his skin even though he was standing still.
They saw that Dolly was crouching in front of him as he stood with his feet braced wide apart. It wasn't hard to tell where her mouth was and what she was doing to the big man.
"That's the way she assembles him," Mitch whispered into Alana's ear.
"Ready, everyone?" Dolly called loudly as she stood.
There was a chorus of confirmation that they were more than ready. Slowly, with the dramatic grace of a dancer, the man turned his massive bulk to face the assembled group.
Alana heard the gasp that tore from her throat as she saw what her eyes refused to believe. No man could be that big, she told herself. It has to be false.
Beside her, Kristina uttered words of the frankest possible admiration that almost curled Alana's hair. She had never heard such a frank admission of desire from a woman couched in such terms. She wanted the big Negro and there was no doubt about it.
As he walked toward the group, there was absolute silence. It was Alana who broke it.
"I don't believe it," she heard herself gasp. She hadn't meant to say it aloud, but the words tumbled out of their own accord.
"Don't you baby?" the big man replied in a voice that sang with surprising gentleness. "Then check it and make sure for yourself."
He walked directly toward her and smiled down at her as the point of his maleness touched her just above the navel.
As if hynotized, she closed both hands around the most massive maleness she had ever seen or imagined. "I still can't believe it," she gasped.
"Don't let that bother you, baby," he laughed again. "In just a little while, I'll give you a demonstration that you'll have to believe. You look real nice, baby. I'll give you a first class job and make sure you never forget Winston.
Alana knew what he meant and blushed a little. It was a promise that filled her with anticipation and terror at the same time.
She remembered how big Paul had seemed that first time, but Paul was a piker compared to Winston. Could any woman really take that? Alana asked herself.
As if she were reading Alana's mind, Dolly assured her with a smile that she could handle the big man with the greatest of ease.
"You?" Alana said with shock showing on her face. "I just can't imagine tiny little you with him. It's just too much."
Giggling delightedly, Dolly assured her that she had taken the big man on more than once and loved it.
Alana felt Kristina pushing her hands away from the bigness of the man so that she could take over. With a smile, Alana relinquished her hold.
Watching, she saw that Kristina had gripped him in a tight hold and was moving her hands back and forth to study him completely. It provided an impressive display of masculinity.
In conversation with the others then, Alana learned that Winston was just twenty-five years old, had been an outstanding football player in college, but gave up the game when he discovered that training cut too far into his more enjoyable private life.
He was now enjoying life as a well-paid prostitute who never charged less than a hundred dollars for a session with a client. Despite his price, he found more than he wanted to handle.
His specialty, she learned, was a weekend package offer where he would spend the weekend with two or three women for a price of a thousand dollars. His favorite boast was that there was nothing he wouldn't do for a woman.
Many clients had tried to test that claim, but none had ever suggested anything he couldn't or wouldn't do for them.
"With that equipment," Alana sighed, "there's really only one thing he should do. Anything else would be a waste."
"Don't restrict yourself, sweetie," Dolly said with a knowing smile. "There's more than one way of enjoying a goodie like that." She opened her mouth wide to stress the point she was making.
"But that wouldn't be possible," Alana protested.
"Can you think of a better way to exercise your jaws?" she came back.
Alana saw then that she was not alone in her open admiration of the man. Even the males in the room were taking turns feeling, testing, measuring.
To the delight of them all, Paul made a direct comparison. Standing in front of the big man, he placed his masculinity beside the other. It left a length gap of about four inches and looked much smaller in circumference.
"How you doing, little man?" the big Negro teased with the same smile that always seemed to be on his face.
But then Winston began to do some playing of his own as he reached for Alana and began stroking her bottom with one of the big, strong hands. After toying with her for a minute, he moved from the curved slopes and probed between her thighs which opened as if with a mind of their own.
One strong finger probed all the way and she saw him smile as he cupped her in front with the other strong but gentle hand.
"I can tell you're going to be real good, baby," he told her.
"I hope I can handle it," she answered candidly. "I know I want to."
"You will, baby, you will." Patting her bottom with his right palm, he moved away from her then and Alana felt a sense of loss.
"Hey there Carla," he turned his attention to the woman who leaned against the bar. "Have you been a real good girl lately?"
"You know me, Winston. I've almost never a good girl."
"Well then, if you've been naughty, I'm just going to have to take your panties down and give you a good spanking."
A moment later, he was leading her across the room to the couch. She wasn't as convincing as Dolly as she played the little girl role of sobbing and pleading not to be spanked, but she was still impressive.
The way she looked in bra and panties, her lush round body straining them, her long, shapely legs sheathed in nylon, she was anything but a little girl in appearance.
Seconds later, she looked even less girlish as the strong brown hands began peeling the little nylon panties down to expose fully rounded cheeks which seemed to twitch in anticipation of the spanking to come.
There was a buzz of excited conversation from the audience as they saw the man's rampant arousal and wondered how he would be able to accommodate her on his lap. He solved the problem by drawing her across his thighs a little farther from his body, then drawing her and his arousal closer to him.
Carla lay with her full buttocks nicely arched, her panties rolled just above her bent knees, as the big man placed an open hand tentatively on one white hill.
The hand raised, fell, and the sound filled the room. He was spanking hard and seeming to cover an entire cheek with each slap.
Despite Carla's heaving, bouncing and wailing, Winston held her in position easily and rained spank after spank on the bouncing, reddening cheeks as his face wore the same placid smile.
Watching, Alana thrilled at the thought that he would perhaps spank her before introducing her to an encounter with his pride and joy. That, she knew, was one spanking she wouldn't mind at all no matter how much it caused her to cry.
And then, tears still running down her face, Carla was scrambling to her feet. Her hands clutched and rubbed stinging buttocks. There was little time for massaging the tingling mounds though since Winston still wasn't finished with her.
He guided her so that she was bent over the back of a chair in the middle of the room. The big man paused behind her to admire the redness of her buttocks, then, holding himself with one hand, he advanced toward her.
There was a brief shuffle of feet as the others in the room hurried to get closer, then all was silence as he began to probe with his strength just below her full behind.
Carla gave a little gasp and they knew he had begun his work. She gasped a few more times before the giant rubbed against her to announce that he had gone all the way.
Pausing for a moment, he adjusted his grip, then began stroking against her. Each time he drew back for another slow, pushing stroke, they saw the massive piston gleaming strong and moist just before it pushed out of sight again.
His strong muscles bunched and tensed for a moment and then he was twitching and jerking against the warm, red buttocks. It was all over.
Drawing away from her then, he picked her up easily and deposited her in the big chair. Despite what he had just done, Winston was still, they saw, a very big man in the male department.
Things really broke loose then as couples scattered everywhere to work off the passion that had had been aroused during the show put on by Winston and Carla.
At one point later in the evening, Winston called on Alana to get him ready. Kneeling in front of him as he stood with his feet planted wide apart, she caught his strength in her hand, opened her mouth wide and began to revive him.
Almost immediately, she felt him respond. Within a couple of minutes, her jaws were aching as he reached a state of readiness and tapped her on the shoulder.
They walked quickly to the couch and the group gathered around again. Alana lay back and presented herself to him. She took one last look at the stout mjesty of him as he lowered his body onto her.
She cried out in surprise as he filled her to the point where she was sure she would be ripped in two. She stopped moaning then as she felt the comfort of her entire body seeming to be filled.
Above her, his big face smiled as he strained to give her even more, more than she had ever known. It was ecstasy as he settled down on her and she felt her whole body stretching to contain the throbbing mass of manhood.
He worked quickly, smoothly and before long, Alana cried out again. This time it was a cry of sheer ecstasy. Seconds later, she felt herself being filled in a new and exciting way as he twitched on her while warmth spurted into the deepest regions of her body. He seemed to be flooding an area that no man had reached before.
Before the party broke up shortly before sunrise, Kristina had sampled the man's ministrations and after a lot of concerted effort, Dolly brought him around to readiness for the highlight of the evening.
The crowd gathered around in silence as her small face looked pathetic as it worked in front of his body and she continued to hold him long after he was ready.
One of her small white hands held the massive brown shaft and seemed to encourage it to cooperate with what her mouth was doing.
Just before the end, she allowed him to slip away from the interior of her mouth and held him against her parted lips while her hand still stroked.
The group watched as he delivered for her and saw little Dolly take everything greedily. Her tongue was equally greedy as it licked out to gather up anything that had not been given to her.
She wore the smile of an innocent, delighted child as she rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth, kissed the man once more and looked up into his smiling brown face.
It was clear then that Winston had given his all for that session. The rest of the males had finished long before, so the party was deemed to be over. All agreed it had been a magnificent show.
During the short ride home, Alana and Stu agreed that it had been the best one yet and just the thing to infuse new life into the tired politician who had been troubled earlier.
"Right now," Stu sighed tiredly, "all I need is some sleep. After that, I'll go out there and lick Marvin Dale and anyone else who tries to stop me."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Stu began to hear the rumors that he would withdraw and put his support behind Marvin Dale, but he laughed at them and ensured all to whom he spoke that the nomination was just the first of many steps toward the Governor's mansion and he had no intention of turning it down.
Stanton Weir continued to be apprehensive. If anything, he became more so as the nomination day approached. He didn't ask Stu again whether he was holding anything back, but it was plain that he wanted to. Everything in his political background and training told him that disaster loomed just around the corner.
Stu had watched the man's fears build, but now, at four o'clock on the afternoon before nomination, he was satisfied that time had run out. It was too late, he told himself, for the opponents to come up with anything.
The issue would go to a vote now and he would win or lose on the basis of how well he had campaigned and how good his support was.
Stu was leaning back in his chair smiling inwardly and thinking in terms of the wording of his acceptance when his door opened without notice and he saw disaster in the form of Stanton Weir.
The older man's face was ashen grey, his right hand trembled in anger so that the contents of it became difficult to see.
A moment later, everything became stunningly clear. The man threw a handful of pictures down on the desk and Stu knew instinctively what they would show even before he took his eyes away from the face of the man to look at them.
In the top picture, Kristina, stark naked except for garter belt and nylons, was bending over and smiling over her shoulder at a naked Stu Kingston.
The picture made his intentions very clear as it showed his bunched muscles, his aroused maleness just in the act of entering her.
He saw the rest of the pictures which included Alana as well as him, but he didn't bother concentrating on them.
In one, he saw his wife kneeling in front of the big negro, her mouth open wide, her hand bringing the man toward it.
"You have until midnight to remove any and all of your belongings from my office," Stanton informed him in a surprisingly quiet tone.
Without another word, the older man turned and walked toward the door. When he reached it, he paused.
Looking at the glass door on which Stu's name was neatly painted in gold leaf, Stanton balled his right hand into a fist and punched the glass. There was a loud crashing sound and glass showered the floor of the office. Standing there as if in a trance, Stanton looked at his former partner and protege again. On his face there seemed to be more pity than anger.
"You fool," he muttered as he turned and walked down the hall holding his right fist in his left hand.
Stu saw small drops of blood on the floor and knew Stanton had cut himself. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
Picking up the phone, Stu dialed the number of the convention chairman and announced his withdrawal from the race. He also dictated a statement that called on his supporters to back Marvin Dale.
He dialed the phone again after that call and while he waited for the victor to come on the line, he leafed through the pictures that had destroyed him.
At first glance, they had shocked and horrified him, now, they were just a collection of pictures. They were flat and lifeless. Just like me, he thought.
"Hello, Stu," the voice of Marvin Dale was guarded, "what can I do for you?"
"Not a thing, Mister Dale. You've done it all. I just called to congratulate you on a brilliant political campaign."
"It's a very rough game, Stu boy. You don't always like the things you have to do, but the name of the game is win."
"Yes, Mister Dale, I suppose it is. It's good to know that the people will have such a thorough, dedicated man representing them in the legislature."
Without waiting for more, Stu hung up the phone. Scooping the pictures into his pocket, he got up and walked away from his desk.
He was waiting at the elevator before he realized that he had been instructed to remove his belongings from the office.
To hell with them, he thought. Stanton will have them packed and sent to my home. It didn't really matter anyway. Books and files and reports were things which belonged to a young lawyer with a future.
Stu Kingston, suddenly, had become a very old man and there was no future for him. Everything was grey and ugly and misty.
Driving mechanically across the city toward his home, Stu wondered if this was what death was like. Perhaps, he thought, I really am dead now. He wondered why there was no pain.
The first pain came as he walked into his house and saw Alana turn pale at the sight of his face She threw her arms around him and asked what was wrong.
He couldn't return her kiss because he didn't have life enough to do it. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew the pictures. Without a word, he handed them to her without even noticing which one she would see first.
Turning to walk toward the bar, he heard her cry of agony and listened as the pictures fell to the floor. A moment later, her arms were around him again and she was crying disjointed words of apology and shame that it was all her fault.
"It isn't your fault at all." Stu was surprised to hear his voice.
"But don't you see, darling," she went on with that same shattered tone of remorse, "this party was my idea. If it hadn't been for me, they wouldn't have gotten this evidence."
"Don't blame yourself, Alana." He paused to pour a long drink down his throat. "If they knew where and when to get these pictures, they knew everything. One of our friends was a traitor and set it all up."
Alana went even more pale then. It was if she hadn't realized before that one of the trusted friends with whom they had made love was the one who had just destroyed everything for them.
Instead of talking, Alana poured herself a drink and stood silently beside her husband who was pouring drinks into himself as if he would drown in the liquor and not have to face reality again. She knew she should try to stop him. Instead, she joined him.
The booze had no effect on either of them. Later, as they talked, both seemed completely sober and still in a state of shock.
"What about your partnership?" she asked finally.
"Gone."
The phone rang then and they ignored it for a while. Eventually, Alana walked over and picked it up. When she heard Carla's voice, she hung it up without a word.
It rang again a minute later. This time, she picked it up and put it down on the table without saying a word.
Whether or not Carla was the guilty one, she sensed, they would never know. It didn't matter anyway. Alana saw then how evil the whole thing had been.
In the beginning, she had seen the evil and tried to talk her husband out of it. Later, caught up in an erotic enjoyment of it, she had become at least as evil in wanting to continue the associations.
Now, as they stood silently in the room, it was as if she could see the wreckage of their lives cluttering the floor. Looking more closely, she saw that all the wreckage really was there in the form of the pictures that had been the instrument of their destruction.
Bending, she began to pick them up. Standing beside the table, she began to tear the pictures into very small pieces without really seeing them at all.
What she was doing, she knew was really only an empty gesture. The pictures hadn't done anything to them, they had done it all themselves with their insane desire to taste forbidden lust in every form.
In that moment, Alana wondered how she could ever have enjoyed the depravities of the group and knew it could never happen again. Again? Alana asked herself. Could there be an again? Was there anything ahead for them.
Silently, she returned to her husband and wrapped her arms around the tired form.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The cottage wasn't nearly as fashionable as their big home in the city had been, Alana mused, but on the other hand, the climate was a lot better.
In trying to salvage their lives after the shattering incident of their exposure, they had moved across the continent where Stu found a small law practice in a little town down the coast from San Francisco.
It was hardly a town at all. After the big city it seemed more like a village that had just sprawled out a bit.
Of the six rooms in the cottage, the biggest one was Stu's office. She shared it in the role of legal secretary, typist and office girl.
It would be a long time before the business brought in enough money to pay off their debts and provide them with a decent standard of living, yet Alana looked almost radiant as she stood inside the office door looking at her husband's back as he bent over the desk working out a report on a property title search.
In the three months since the disaster, Stu had made a magnificent recovery. He laughed more often than ever and so did she. Probably, Alana thought, because we're so much more mature now and have so much to laugh about with nothing to fear.
"Do you intend to work all night, oh mighty one?" she teased.
"Don't disturb the genius at work," he called back, "or I'll put you over my lap and spank you."
"I think you're bluffing," she taunted. "You haven't spanked me in three days now. I think you've lost your touch."
She tensed, ready to run, as Stu pushed his chair back and moved to his feet. Seeing the happy senile on his face, she smiled and stuck her tongue out as she turned and ran.
Stu was close behind her as she reached the bedroom and pretended to close the door behind her. A moment later, she was kicking and squirming as he picked her up in his arms and announced that she was going to be spanked.
They had learned the game well and Alana played it to the hilt as her husband brought her down across his lap with her dress hiked above her waist. He sat there on the edge of the bed for a few seconds running his right hand across the expanse of her tautly stretched white nylon panties feeling the firmness of her through the thin fabric.
"So you think I've lost my touch, do you?" he taunted. "Well then, I'll just have to take these little panties all the way down and turn up that pretty little bottom of yours. You'll see then whether or not I've lost my touch."
"You're not really going to spank, are you?" she asked in plaintive voice.
"Aren't I?" His breathing was labored as he pulled the nylon down to bare the lush white mounds of her firm buttocks.
"Tell me what you'd call this if it isn't a spank," he said as he raised his right palm.
She heard the slap and wriggled her arched bottom as she felt the delicious tingle.
"Ooohhhh. That stings."
"Does it?" He spanked the other cheek. "How about this? And this? And this?"
Out of the wreckage of their previous life, the two had learned a lot. They knew all the games of love now and they were just that, love, not the lust of the abandoned group.
Now, their bodies were for the enjoyment of each other and they enjoyed them in a boundless manner that seemed to get better every day.
The spanking ended and they were rolling around on the wide bed as their clothes fell away. Desire had built quickly to a thrilling plateau and they were in a hurry to make the most of it.
Naked, Alana threw her legs wide apart and waited the lovely heaviness of his strong body on hers, but that was to be delayed.
Instead, she felt his artful mouth claiming all her waiting warmth. The stubble of his beard was nicely rough on her inner thighs as they scissored in aroused excitement.
"No, darling," she panted in breathless excitement, "don't take me all the way. Let me save it until my darling husband is in me."
He didn't answer because she wouldn't have been able to hear the words. Instead, his mouth pressed more warmly against her, his tongue darted more deeply until her body heaved, her voice rang out in the sweet, moaning song of completion and they fell into a loving embrace with his arms around her buttocks and thighs.
Smiling down into the satisfied face of his beautiful wife, Stu moved up on the bed then. Alana saw how magnificently ready he was.
It was good to have the same man make love to her time after time. She saw now the beauty of familiarity of a loved one as her thighs waved open in invitation.
Stu settled between them and she felt him big and strong as he came into her. Her arms wrapped around him, her legs imprisoned his muscular body and she sighed in aroused delight as he began the sweet, strong stroking dance of love.
It lasted a long time and when it was over, they slept, their bodies wet and warm with the sweat of love.
Later, they would hurry to prepare a very late dinner. That was later though.
