Twenty-five year old, blonde, attractive, miniskirted Marilyn Chadwick listened in dismay to the unruly crowd in the Council. Chambers. Who could have imagined in advance that a simple request for a zoning variance for a piece of real estate would cause such an uproar!
She glanced across the room to where Ted Stockton was sitting, watching the proceedings with a sardonic smile. Ted was in his mid-thirties, well-built, rugged and tanned, with black hair and long sideburns. In spite of herself, just looking at him caused a slight stirring of her clitoris.
She shifted her eyes back to the podium where Councilman Ray Uttley, chairing the meeting, was repeatedly banging his gavel, trying to restore order. She pressed her thighs closer together, hoping to squelch the sexual hunger she had been experiencing all week long. Ever since her husband, Jerry Chadwick, damn him, had flown off so cavalierly to Honolulu with Mrs. Janice Danvers, she, Marilyn, had been managing the office alone.
"Look, baby, don't bug me," Jerry had chided her when she'd protested. Jerry was tall, sandy-haired, in his early thirties.
They had been in the office at the time and he'd just informed her he'd be taking the plane out the next day to Hawaii. 'You know business comes first with me," he'd gone on. Mrs. Danvers, of Honolulu, but formerly of Los Angeles, though recently widowed, was still young and attractive. She owned a luxury beach estate in Hawaii, which her husband had left her. She wanted to sell it and, through mutual acquaintances in Los Angeles, Jerry Chadwicks firm had been recommended to her. Jerry had already made two flying trips out to Hawaii to look her property over. It had been his considered advice to Mrs. Danvers that, in order to avoid a big capital gains tax bite on the transaction, she should exchange the Honolulu estate for a piece of equivalently valued Stateside property.
She had agreed. He had put in several weeks scouting possibilities. The deal had been negotiated and was ready to be closed.
"So when my client insists on signing the final papers out there at her place, that's exactly what I'm going to do," Jerry had gone on to explain to his complaining wife that day.
"All the way to Hawaii again!" Marilyn had exclaimed.
"Hey, look, now. She pays the tab. First class plane fare out and back and all my expenses while I'm there," Jerry had pointed out. Then he'd shrugged. "Hell, if a client of mine has whims, I make him -- or her -- happy by going along with -- in this case -- with her."
"Including if she wants your cock up her twat?" Marilyn had flared.
"I'll ignore that," Jerry had said loftily, his calm smugness further infuriating her.
"What's the matter with me?" Marilyn had yelled at him, she remembered now with a feeling of momentary revulsion at having lost her temper, mixed with a tingling of renewed desire that had her gasping a little for breath. "It's been days since you fucked met" she'd gone on to accuse him that day.
"I've been busy," Jerry had muttered. Then he'd locked the door of his private office. It had been lunch time and the rest of the staff wouldn't be returning for another forty-Eve minutes at least. Jerry had unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock which was beginning to harden. He'd grinned his boyish smile at her as he'd leaned against the door, holding his cock at its base in one hand and waving it about at her. "Let's see if you've still got some place for it to get into, baby!" he'd murmured.
Marilyn had been sitting in the big, upholstered swivel chair used by visiting clients when talking over the desk to Jerry. She'd leaned far back in the chair, swiveled about to face him, hiked up her miniskirt, spread her shapely thighs, reached the fingers of one hand down to pull the crotch-piece of her panties aside, and used the fingers of her other hand to open the lips of her cunt.
Jerry then dance-walked toward her, his big shaft of meat straight out, hard as a ramrod, his balls held up tightly in their bag. "Suck it, baby!" he'd commanded, aiming it straight for her face.
She grabbed the palpitating tool gladly, a surge of desire flooding warmly through her. She kissed its head, holding the shaft in one hand and playing with his balls with her other hand. Then she lapped at it with her tongue, its hardness against the soft flesh of her tongue sending shivers of delight spinning through her. Jerry, too, had begun to sway a little, as he stood in front of her, grunting with pleasure at what she was doing to him. Her clitoris had begun to ache for the pressure of that hard cock against it. She started to moan a little and cried to pull him away from her face. But he'd held her head firmly, keeping his swollen penis where it was.
"Suck it, baby! Suck it!" he'd ordered. "Just a little bit more. It's so wonderful! So satisfying! So exciting!"
Suddenly he forced himself into her mouth and begun a slow in and out motion with his cock that soon had her whole body tingling with anticipation. She liked the feel of the warm, hard shaft against the inside of her mouth, against the back of her throat, traveling back and forth across her hungry, sucking lips. It had been so long since they'd made love. But now this was going to make up for it. She was enjoying what she was doing. Her whole body had begun to feel wonderful again, building up moments of thrilling, erotic sensations from all her erogenous zones until, she knew her clitoris would explode in a gorgeous, breathtaking orgasm.
But she wanted more. She wanted him deep inside her cunt. And he understood that. He wanted what she wanted, too. The oral sex play had simply been preliminary.
"Now!" he yelled at her. "Now, baby! Now!"
He jerked away from her, lifted her to her feet She fell against him, took a moment to slip her panties down around her ankles. She stepped out of the panties, and stood on tip-toe, facing him, her arms around him. He stooped his lanky body a little, so that he could get under her crotch to push his by then nearly bursting cock down between her thighs and slam it up into her body. She helped the process by lowering and swiveling her cock-hungry cunt over him.
She screamed with pleasure at the touch of his big hunk of cock cramming up deep inside her, every inch of her vaginal walls responding to the thrill of contact with his quivering, demanding shaft.
"Oh, baby' That's so great! So wonderful!" he whispered. "You're driving me wild! I'm going to come off fast, fast, baby! Come with me! I can't wait!"
She'd felt the same way. For what had seemed long, interminable, thrill packed, happy minutes they danced up and down on their toes, on the floor, in a small, circumscribed circle, in their tightly locked embrace, his tool pounding in and out of her, her clit traveling down its length, her whole being vibrating with sexual excitement.
Then with smothered screams -- smothered because some of the office staff 'just might have returned from lunch early -- they both orgasmed. It left her limp in his arms. Jerry had staggered, nearly fallen, with the impact of his climax on him. He recovered his balance and his composure and pushed her gently back into the chair. Then he knelt down in front of her and lightly kissed the insides of her thighs; greedily he slurped up the droplets of his expended semen which had trickled down her thighs from her cunt.
She leaned back in the chair, delightfully exhausted, relaxed, her body suffused with the glow of a hunger satisfied. She stroked the back of his head as he moved it about between her legs.
They heard the slam of the street door to the outer office. Jerry handed her her panties and she hurriedly slipped them back on. Jerry stood up, tucked his limp penis back into his trousers, zipped up his fly nonchalantly, ostentatiously straightened his tie and smoothed back his hair. He grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"Feel better?" he asked softly. He had walked back around the desk and sat down in his own chair behind the desk.
"Unlock the door, baby," he instructed her. "Playtime's over!"
CHAPTER TWO
That had been a week ago and Marilyn recalled it all now in a flash with a sense of both nostalgia and resentment. Resentment because she knew damned well that Jerry was giving Janice the pleasure of his cock somewhere under the palm trees in Hawaii. Jerry had never made any bones about being a tom-cat. It was the one thing that had made their marriage a little less than satisfactory so far.
Marilyn was snapped back to the present by the sound of vigorous applause from the older people in the room, as an elderly speaker, who had been recognized by the Chair, finished an impassioned plea in opposition to the zoning change. The applause was quickly drowned out, however, by the vociferous and derisive hooting of the under thirties and the young marrieds in the audience. A dozen people jumped to their feet, shouting to be recognized as the next speaker.
Marilyn allowed her gaze to wander again in the direction of Ted Stockton. Ted was the attorney for the Apollo Sun Club which had made an offer to purchase the Baldwin Ranch, located fifteen miles east of Oakdale, but within the city boundaries. The sale was to be consummated only if the city would agree to continue the present zoning of the property as "A" (strictly for agricultural use) and add an "R-C" classification, which would zone it as "A-R-C" (for agricultural-recreational-commercial use).
Since there was so much land involved -- the parcel was a little larger than three square miles in area, containing two thousand acres of apricot, prune, and English walnut orchards, as well as two hundred acres planted to alfalfa -- and the new owners were going to maintain at least two hundred and fifty acres as orchards, understandably they wanted to have it basically continued on the tax assessor's rolls as zoned for agriculture, in order to keep their taxes down; but at the same time they needed the additional "R-C" (recreational-commercial) zone designations so that they could build the swimming pool, small golf course, tennis courts, motel-type clubhouse for the accommodation of their members and their members' guests, for various periods of time, as well as housing quarters for the permanent staff that would operate the place, that they had at their present location.
The Apollo Sun Club was a nudist group. Most of its members were from the more urban centers in Log Angeles County, including Los Angeles itself, which was a hundred miles south of Oakdale. The Club had just negotiated the sale of its present location in Juniper Canyon, near the Coast, to a big land-tract developer, at a very handsome profit. The Club was therefore prepared to plunk down cash for the Baldwin Ranch property; they had already put up a thousand dollars as an option to bind the deal and they would complete the transaction as soon as the zoning variance was granted.
At the podium, Councilman Uttley finally achieved a semblance of order. He glanced meaningfully at his wristwatch. The meeting had been going on now for over three hours. In the audience, Councilman Jim Kenton caught the meaning of Uttley's gesture and rose to his feet.
"The Chair recognizes Councilman Kenton," said Uttley.
"Because of the lateness of the hour -- it's nearly five o'clock," Kenton began, only to be shouted down by irate members of the crowd who sensed what he was about to do.
The Chairman banged his gavel again. The turmoil abated a little. Councilman Kenton continued, "I move that this zoning request be returned to the City Planning Board -- " Again the audience began a noisy protest. "Wait a minute!" Kenton shouted over the din. "Hear the full motion!" The clamor died down. "And that the Board be instructed to bring in a recommendation for us to vote on at our next meeting two weeks from today," he finished.
"Second the motion!" promptly cried a voice from the crowd.
"Motion has been seconded," mumbled Uttley into the microphone at the podium. "All in favor say 'aye'!"
There was a chorus of "ayes", mingled with a scattering of dissenting "nos".
"The motion is carried," intoned the Chairman. "And this hearing is adjourned!" He slammed his gavel down hard for the last time and turned away from the podium.
Marilyn pushed her way through the milling people as they moved to leave the Council Chambers. Again she felt a surge of anger at Jerry for having left her all alone to handle this.
Jerry, a licensed real estate broker, owned the real estate firm bearing his name, the Chadwick Company. Marilyn had gone to work for him three years ago, immediately after she'd taken her real estate examination and received her license as a real estate salesman. A year later, Jerry divorced his wife, Gwen, and married Marilyn six months after in Mexico.
The Chadwick firm would make a handsome sum from its six percent commission on the sale of the Baldwin Ranch, which had been listed for, sale with it. It would be an amount in excess of $45,000; and Jerry had promised Marilyn that he'd split that fifty-fifty with her as the salesman (saleswoman, really), who had handled the deal, including getting the zoning changed.
"I've already spoken to Ray Uttley and Jim Kenton," Jerry had told her. "Off the record, of course. They'll push it through. You draw up the papers requesting the variance and get them down to the Council office; and then go ahead and show up for the hearing, though. Wouldn't look good if one of us wasn't there to present our client's case in the event any questions turn up. But I don't think there'll be any problem."
No problem, hell, Marilyn reminded herself now, grimly, as she finally managed to work her way through the crowd to the lobby of City Hall. No problem, my fine Casanova spouse, Marilyn repeated to herself. Just an outburst, an uproar, very nearly a confrontation as the uptight Mrs. Grundys of Oakdale had, collectively and stridently, voiced their alarm at the prospect as one of them had shrilled over the microphone at the hearing, "of all them naked people cavorting around in our community, tempting young folks to sex and sin!"
With a start, she realized that Ted Stockton was walking beside her. "You people didn't seem to have this thing very much under control," he growled at her.
Although she knew that Stockton had every right to be annoyed at this delay for his client's plans, nonetheless she resented the implication that it was she who had somehow been the one who had failed. It was Jerry who was to blame. Jerry should have anticipated the opposition of the more conservative elements in town and come up with a way of countering, or neutralizing it before flying off and leaving her alone to carry on.
She was so preoccupied in mulling over her sense of outrage at Jerry that she didn't even bother to come up with a fitting retort to Ted Stockton's criticism. Instead, she heard his voice at her elbow a few moments later, suggesting, "Why not have a drink with me and we can talk about it? There's a little cocktail place around the corner on Walnut Street. How about it?"
Without waiting for her answer, Ted took her arm firmly and steered her out of the crowd and down the sidewalk along Main Street.
The touch of his hand on her arm sent unexpected pleasurable tremors through her. Why not? she found herself asking herself. Why not let her senses take over and get this sexually stirring, attractive man to fuck her so that she'd feel like a woman again? What the hell did she owe Jerry, anyway? He was turned on, and tuned in, to practically every cunt that crossed his path. By the time he'd get around to her, his wife, and as she saw it, the legal owner of his cock, yes, by the time he'd get around to her again, more often than she liked to remember, he'd be so depleted from all the fucking he'd been putting out that he couldn't even get his cock up decently for her and her needs.
Right now, she decided, after a long week of sexual abstinence, plus her fury at the certain knowledge that he was giving someone else what he was denying her, she wanted, more than anything else, the surging excitement of a turgid cock pumping inside her, the feel of rough male lips sucking on the nipples of her breasts, strong arms crushing her willing body, and a hungry male body wracked with a consuming desire to possess her as overriding as her desire to be possessed.
"I've got a better idea," she offered Ted striding beside her. "I have to stop by the office to be sure the place is properly locked up and then we can go out to my place and have that drink."
Ted stopped, making her stop, too. He stared down at her quizzically. He noted the firm breasts under her blouse, swelling a little with the exertion of her walk. He was already well aware of her shapely legs below her very mini mini-skirt, her sensuously contoured waist flowing smoothly down to hips that he suddenly wanted to see, yes, and to feel, he told himself, in the split-second way minds have of functioning as though they were computers flashing a signal from a memory bank and relating it, in fractions of the same split second, to present needs or desires, this could be a way of paying Jerry back for Gwen. Combine a little revenge with a lot of pleasure, he told himself. Very neat! Why not?
"Well, all right," he agreed to Marilyn, "Just a quick one." He paused, then added, temporizing, "I have to drive back to Los Angeles." That left all the options open, he told himself. "Where's your car?"
"Over there." She pointed to a green Datsun, waiting at the curb a dozen cars down the street where she'd parked it earlier.
"Mine's up ahead of yours maybe half a block. The maroon Continental convertible. Same side of the street." He pointed and her eyes followed his finger until she just barely caught a glimpse of the car. "Ill follow you," he told her.
They walked to her car. She got out her key and unlocked the door. He helped her in, shut the door, after her and moved briskly off down the street toward his own vehicle. She started the motor, nosed the machine out into the stream of traffic, slowed as she passed his car, drove on when she saw that he'd entered the lane behind her and was following her.
She had met Ted only once before. He'd come to the Chadwick office ten days ago to see what arrangements Jerry had made regarding the zoning change for the Apollo Sun Club. Marilyn had been surprised to see the two men greet each other with easy familiarity. The meeting had been brief and to the point, with Jerry advising Ted that Marilyn would be following through on the matter; then Ted left.
Afterwards, Jerry had remarked to her, "Ted went to the University of California in Berkeley the same time I did. Only he was three years ahead of me. A Senior when I was a Sophomore. But he stayed on for two years of law school. I guess he's a good lawyer. Got a good practice in Los Angeles, I understand." Jerry had stopped; chuckled; then had continued, "I guess he's still a little sore at me."
"Whyever should he be?" Marilyn had asked.
Jerry had shrugged. "Gwen," he'd stated succinctly, "He was 'making a strong play for her at the same time I did. Rivals, we were, I suppose. Well," he'd chuckled again. "The best man won!"
"Won!" Marilyn had exclaimed caustically.
"Yes, well," Jerry had said dryly, "At the time it certainly seemed like a win, a victory. Who knew Gwen was -- like that? I bet Ted doesn't even know it today. Poor guy. Hey, do you think I should tell him?" Jerry had looked at her half-seriously, half banteringly. Then he'd shaken his head. "No, I guess not. Her name didn't even come up, you notice. I wonder where she is now, anyway? New York? Europe?"
"Me, I couldn't care less," Marilyn had said.
Jerry had looked at her mockingly; then he had murmured, "Same here, baby." The arrival of one of the other salesmen with a prospective client for a property they had listed brought any further conversation on the subject to an abrupt halt.
Well, the time has come for all good women to get their fair share of the world's fucking, she rambled on to herself now as she drove along. She'd show her husband Jerry, that son of a bitch, with his sandy, blonde, good looks, his insatiable cock, his Don Juan complex, and his infuriating way of taking her for granted. She'd never done this sort of thing before. Except for some juvenile fumbling with hands in her high school years -- a sort of mutual masturbation routine with the boy's hand on her cunt and maybe an exploratory finger up her vagina, and her hands cupped over the boy's tool, caressing' it until it jerked off its load -- Jerry was the first and only man who'd made love to her.
Maybe it was time, she thought to herself, that she stopped having her sex clock set in motion only by the whims -- and moods -- of Jerry Chadwick. Anyway, maybe Jerry had something with his incessant search for new twats to put his joy-prong into. Anyway, by God, now she was going to give his life-style a whirl.
She recalled the exultant feeling of satisfaction she'd had, almost of triumph, when Jerry'd first made love to her in that motel a year and a half ago. It hadn't been just a matter of having a man inside her at last, enjoying her, fulfilling her, and her wanting him and enjoying him with a passion equal to his. Her gloating had also been caused by the fact that she'd taken him away from his wife, Gwen.
Of course she hadn't known the truth about Gwen then. Like most girls in Oakdale at the time she'd just been envious of rich-bitch, red-haired Gwen who'd been two years ahead of Marilyn all through school, and who'd always lorded it over the other girls in town. Gwen's father was a prominent politician in the State; at one time he had represented the area as the elected Assemblyman in the State Legislature; now he sat on the bench as State Superior Court Judge Chester Elwood. In addition, Chester Elwood was also the president of the Oakdale National Bank.
Marilyn's own father had been -- and was still -- employed by Gwen's father's bank; a matter of thirty years, all told, first as a clerk, working his way up through teller, head teller, and finally, now, he was a loan officer at the bank, in charge of one of the mortgage departments.
Gwen's marriage five years ago to Jerry Chadwick, Marilyn recalled, had been perhaps the most dazzling social event Oakdale had ever witnessed. Gwen, of course, had been the richest girl in town. And that popular, debonair, bachelor and man-about-town, Jerry Chadwick, had been the most sought after catch Oakdale had in years. Jerry's father, now deceased, had been Lamarr Chadwick, a local contractor who had made and then nearly lost several fortunes developing housing tracts all over Los Angeles County. At his death his name was under a cloud of suspicion after having been indicted on charges of bribing building inspectors. Fortunately, subsequent investigation had completely exonerated him. Jerry's own successful career, first as a land salesman for another real estate firm, and then as head of his own company, had made Jerry Oakdale's most up and coming young business executive, and certainly the town's most desirable prospective bridegroom. The Gwen Elwood-Jerry Chadwick wedding at the Episcopalian Church in Oakdale had been a glittering affair which, together with the stature of the couple, even rated a three-column photo, with an accompanying column of text, in the society pages of the Los Angeles Times. Of course the society writers hadn't any idea of what Jerry had to put up with in Gwen.
Marilyn switched off her thoughts of the past as she arrived now in front of the office. She parked her car, saw that Ted had pulled up behind her. She waved a hand at him, then went to the front door. She tried it. It was locked. There was really no need to go inside. It was Friday and the office would be closed for the weekend. The people who worked for the Chadwick Company -- clerks, secretaries, and the other licensed real estate salesmen on the staff -- were all responsible and would have made a point of turning off the lights, shutting the windows, closing the safe, etc.
Besides, she was getting hornier by the minute. She wanted to get home, get her clothes off, and -- She peered in through the glass doors to the office. Everything looked to be in order. She shrugged, crossed back over the sidewalk to her car, and took off again, with Ted driving behind her in his Lincoln Continental. She'd be darned, she assured herself, if she'd be listening to Ted discuss real estate deals, Baldwin Ranch property, or the Apollo Sun Club. As far as she was concerned, the way she felt right now, there would be only one item on the agenda for the evening: fucking.
It was a ten minute run out to the edge of town to the house where she and Jerry lived. She refused to consider the past, centering her thoughts instead on how wonderful she'd be feeling in a very few minutes when Ted's eyes would nearly pop out of their sockets with appreciation of her beauty as she stood naked in front of him.
If only somehow Jerry could see her as she'd pirouette seductively in front of another man, bringing that man's penis up to a sudden, demanding hard-on. She wished she had one of those new television gadgets that she'd heard about: a television taping setup that would record a program, or a live event, for example, in one's living-room or bedroom or wherever, on a film in a cassette, or cartridge, which could then be played back, or rebroadcast, over one's own television set later on, for private viewing at one's leisure.
Boy, if they had that, she thought to herself! She'd make a tape of herself fucking Ted Stockton, her husband's old college classmate, and then show it at some appropriate, and most shocking moment to Jerry, her s.o.b., tom-catting husband when he got back from Hawaii. As usual Jerry would be expecting that she'd be right there, waiting for him to return, and be panting and hungry for him.
Ha! She'd show him. She'd make him watch that tape she'd have made of herself, his wife, his Marilyn, whom he always took for granted, whom he treated like a doormat, whom he expected to be compliant and responsive to his moods and hungers -- she'd show him that tape on their television screen of her sucking Ted's cock, and then spreading her thighs wide open, her vagina eagerly accepting and swallowing Ted's hard shaft...
She shut out her little day-dream. Her breath was coming in short, little gasps. She just hoped Mr. Ted Stockton had the kind of tool that would make what she was about to do worth it all! Her clit began throbbing.
With a start she realized that her horny thoughts were affecting her driving, causing her foot to move erratically on the accelerator pedal. Resolutely she blotted out any more erotic fantasizing and concentrated on driving.
CHAPTER THREE
A few minutes later, she sat in the pleasant, bay-windowed den which overlooked the flower-filled garden at the rear of the house. She had pulled into her driveway. Ted had parked his car at the curb. They'd crossed the threshold into the living room. Ted was properly impressed by the house. She led him on into the den, went to the bar along one wall, and prepared the cocktails -- a Tom Collins for him, and a Brandy Alexander for herself.
Ted stood close to her, in front of her, as they raised their glasses in a toast.
"To us!" he proposed, eying her enigmatically.
"Why not?" she retorted lightly, taking a first sip of her drink and then moving away from him and sitting, on the sofa.
"Where's Jerry?" he asked, also sitting on the sofa, but not close to her. "Still in Hawaii?"
She nodded. She didn't know how long she could stand this cold, polite distance between them. What kind of a cold fish was Ted, she asked herself? Couldn't he see she wanted him to set her on fire? The muscles of her vagina ached; all her erogenous, sexual zones were starved for stimulation and manipulation. If the son of a bitch doesn't start things going soon, she'd have to excuse herself and run into the bathroom and finger-fuck herself. That's how badly I need sexual release and relief, she told herself.
"I don't understand what the big stumbling block is," she heard Ted saying slowly. "About this rezoning."
"What do you mean you don't understand?" she demanded sharply, almost automatically, her mind not wanting to be bothered with that problem. "You were there. You heard what they said. Anyway, I'll be phoning Jerry in a day or so in Honolulu. I'll let him know what happened today and he'll have to decide what we do next."
"Good," he commended her. "It's stupid busybodies such as those old biddies who keep holding up the progress of the world, if you ask me."
At last, she thought to herself, the word "body" was being mentioned. Now if she could just steer matters so that there'd be some body action and less body talk...
"Tell you what, Mrs. Chadwick -- Marilyn -- it is Marilyn, isn't it?" he asked her. She nodded. "Good. Marilyn." He repeated her name. "Well, I was about to suggest that perhaps if you knew more about the Apollo Sun Club... "
"What's to know!" she interrupted, flaring. "If a piece of property is being listed for sale with us, I have to know everything about it and the people who are offering it for sale. But all we really need to know about people who are going to buy property we've got listed for sale, is whether or not they can pay the tab. Your Apollo people can. So that's that"
"Oh," he said, and for a moment she was afraid she'd overdone her reaction to his business-as-usual attitude and that the conversation had come to an unproductive dead-end. "I just thought," he went on tentatively, "that if you had the weekend free, you might like to visit the Club where it is now and get better acquainted with it. Pd be glad to take you."
She didn't relish waiting till tomorrow or the next day. Still, the promises of something happening then was better than nothing. "How long does it take to get there?" she asked.
"Only a couple of hours. Juniper Canyon on the Coast not far from Malibu, you know. How about tomorrow?"
She hesitated. "Well, would I have to be -- to visit there -- you know -- would I have to be --?"
"Nude?"
"Yes," she said, her sex juices beginning to flow a little again expectantly.
"Yes," he told her, flatly, watching her reaction.
"Oh," she said, equally flat.
"Something wrong with that?" he challenged.
"No," she replied quickly.
"Ashamed of your body?" he taunted her.
"No!" she said it loud and clear.
He looked at her more calculatingly then. "Looks as though it might be a very lovely body," he murmured, softly and slowly.
"Of course." She stated it with a sort of off-hand pride. She stood up. I'll be glad to take off everything and show you, she thought to herself; then added, still to herself, he's sure a slow son-of-a-bitch stud! Or maybe he was just being cautious?
"How about a preview?" she heard him suggest and suddenly her whole body was suffused with a wave of erotic anticipation.
"I thought you'd never ask," she responded, almost inaudibly. She walked to the windows and began to draw the drapes.
He watched her amusedly. "Still have a little hang-up, though, eh?" he remarked.
"Hang-up!" She turned on him, startled.
He nodded. "About people seeing you naked."
The accusation flustered her. "No," she said sharply. Then changed it to "yes." But that wasn't exactly true, either. "Well," she excused lamely, "the neighbors... " She finished drawing the drapes.
She turned to face him, slipped off her jacket, unbuttoned her blouse and drew it off. She undid her bra and let her full breasts with their tight, hard nipples stand out firmly.
She watched his face. His expression remained calm, interested, but seemingly not excited. The cold son-of-a-bitch, she accused him to herself. She flung her bra away, fumbled with the zipper of her mini-skirt, pulled it down, wriggling her hips to free it, and the skirt fell to the floor, exposing her slim waist, her navel, and the top portion of her rounded torso. She could feel a moistness starting to form on her cunt-lips. I'll attack the bastard, she promised herself, if he doesn't take me soon. Quickly she slid her bikini panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She kicked off her slippers. She was left wearing only her garter belt and her sheer, beige nylons.
"I'll finish you," Ted said, staying where he sat on the sofa, putting his drink down on the end table next to the sofa and gesturing her toward himself with the fingers of both hands.
She walked to him, stood in front of him, her whole body quivering. Oh, God, if he doesn't fuck me soon, I'll die, I'll absolutely die, she moaned inwardly.
Suddenly he was all over her. Her love mound was on a level with his face as he sat there. He clawed at her buttocks with his hands, pressing his face to her cunt and began lapping at her pubic hair with his tongue. He stopped that, reached up to suck on the nipples of her breasts, his hot breath exciting her. He tore the garter belt off her, slipped the palms of his hands along her legs, sending new shivers of ecstasy coursing through her as he bunched her stockings down around her ankles, then lifted each foot in turn to remove its stocking.
He pushed her a few inches away from him and gave her a sweeping appraisal. "Smooth!" he complimented, with lust hooded in his eyes. "Hot and beautiful!"
"Take me!" she cried. "Fuck me!" She started to fall toward him.
"Just a moment," he stopped her with a gesture of one hand and sat back. "Just what do you do, doll?"
She stamped her bare foot on the rug. "You son of a bitch! What kind of a game are you playing? You want to drive me mad? What the hell do you mean, `what do I do!' " She glared at him. She bent her knees a little as she stood there and framed her hands on each side of her love-mound. "I fuck!" she screamed. "I make love!" She swayed her torso back and forth as though she were already riding her man-hungry pussy up and down over a strong, urgent male rod.
"How?" he demanded. He was thoroughly enjoying the torment he was making her endure. It would give her final total capitulation to his demands a more dizzyingly pleasurable impact, he told himself.
Marilyn stared at him in disbelief. "Suck. Fuck. Cock in cunt," she intoned. "Various positions. Standing up. Missionary style, lying down, face to face, one on top, one on the bottom. Sixty-nine. Rammed in from the rear, with me on my hands and knees, dog-fashion." She shook her head at him. "Say, what is this? Some sort of a routine? You some kind of a nut? A sex researcher? Or," she sneered at him as she tossed her head, "do you get your kicks just yakking fuck and nothing more on account of you can't get it up?"
She moved back close to him, saw the burgeoning bulge in his pants where his crotch was. She dropped to her knees in front of him, pushed his knees apart, and went for his cock. She patted it appreciatively under the pants-leg.
"That's more like it," she said, "Now, let's see what that hunk of meat you seem to have there looks like!" She unzipped his fly, reached in through the fly of his shorts and laid her hand on his stiff penis. Her breasts literally bounced as the touch of her fingers on his stiff male organ swept erotic pulsations through her. She could feel the love juices beginning to seep more copiously through the lips of her vulva and down along her thighs.
She pulled his tool out and fondled it between her hands, gloating over its huge size, caressed his big balls with the fingers of one hand, and stroked the muscled base of his shaft in his scrotum between his dangling balls.
She leaned even closer to him, stooping a little so that she could rub the sensitive glans ridge of his now palpitating penis against the soft flesh of her breasts. Briefly, chortling a little in amusement, she tried fitting the slit on the head of his cock over the hard nipple first of one of her breasts, and then over the other.
"I can give you a blow-job later, if you like," she crooned, looking deeply into his eyes, his turgid tube nestled in the cleft between her breasts. "I'm good at it. But fuck me straight first. I need it. Fuck me, stud! Fuck me!"
She shoved back from him and slid down on the rub on her back in front of the sofa. She spread her thighs wide apart, bent her legs at the knees, lifted her feet inches from the floor, grasped each of her legs just below the kneecap with her hands, and rocked her body rhythmically back and forth, giving him a full view of the delights her yawning snatch held for him and which were his for the taking.
Swiftly Ted stripped off his clothes. She watched with breathless excitement as she saw his robust body emerge, his strong, broad chest with its mat of black hair, his well-muscled forearms, his firm belly, his compact buttocks, his solid, sturdy legs, And his hard-on! What a glory it was, she thought to herself. What a lucky girl she was that that big wonderful thing was going to drive its way into her hole and give her a shattering orgasm!
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she whispered up toward him, over and over, as he finished with his undressing.
Then he was standing on his feet above her, his legs straddling her at her hips, his hands on his hips, his cock pointing straight out from his body. He smiled down at her.
"Beg, doll! Beg!" he called down to her. "It wants you." He moved his hips a little so that his prod joggled up and down, driving her wild. It should be making that wonderful motion inside her tight little cunt, she told herself, aware that saliva was drooling out of the corners of her mouth. "But it wants to hear how much you want it," Ted went on. "Beg for it! Tell me! Say it!"
She wouldn't take any more, she decided. "Like hell!" she bellowed. She took her hands off her own legs, reached her fingers up to grasp the backs of the calves of his legs and, bracing herself against his legs, hoisted her body to a half-sitting position, her face on a level with his prick. She tugged at his legs, trying to topple him onto her at the same time that she maneuvered her mouth to close over the tip of his bobbling cock. Then she bit it with her teeth, but not too hard.
He took her then, coolly, expertly. He got down on his knees over her, pushing her back down on the rug. He lay on top of her and kissed her warmly on the mouth, squirming the flesh of his body against the flesh of hers, draining the last ounce of pleasure from this skin contact.
She felt the muscles of his chest, crushing against her breasts, and it was good. She felt his hard erection jammed down against the hair on her cunt.
She opened her thighs, wrapped her fingers around his shaft, spread the entrance to her hole apart with the fingers of the other hand, and arched her torso for him. Her cunt lips were dripping and ready for him.
She felt him start to penetrate her. Ecstasy flooded through her as he thrust his cock-head into her hole with a long, slow, sure stroke.
"Oh! Oh! "Oh!" she moaned, under his kisses still smothering her mouth. She could feel the tunnel walls of her vagina stretching to accommodate him as he pressed on farther and farther into her, until the length and circumference of his great ramrod completely possessed her body.
She lifted her legs straight up in the air, then wrapped them around his waist and pulled him harder to her, to get the last fraction of an inch of him inside her. His cock hit the back wall of her cunt, and it was a heavenly sensation. All her vaginal muscles alternately grabbed and released their hold around him as he started pumping purposefully in and out of her fucking pot.
His need matched hers. He stopped every now and then, so they could both catch their breaths; then when he renewed driving back and forth in her, it lifted them to new heights of pleasure. It was a game. It was life itself. It was the reason for being. It made everything right. Faster and faster he moved them, building up the friction on their sex organs, increasing the sheer sexual delight of his cock beating inexorably against her throbbing clit.
"Beautiful! Faster! Faster! Drive it in! Deep into me! Harder! Harder! There's nothing like it!" she cried, urging him on into pounding himself in and out of her ever more violently.
"I'm coming!" she screeched. "I can't wait another second! It's so wonderful! Oh! Oh! Don't ever stop! Ever!"
Ted continued to bang away at her. Their bodies vibrated every time her turgid clitoris was rubbed by his throbbing tube. They groaned in mutual pain and pleasure. They writhed their bodies in a frenzy on the rug. They lost all contact with reality. They were both literally momentarily out of their minds with sheer lust as the animal need for release from their thoroughly aroused sexual appetites took over. Nothing mattered any more except the surging of his cock-head against the flesh of her cunt and the quivering tip of her clit.
They moaned and screamed together, tone for tone, until he brought them both to a shattering climax.
"Oh, doll! I came with you! It was out of this world!" Ted cried. They were gasping for breath. They were bathed in perspiration. Ted stayed on top of her, propping himself up on one elbow over her body, to lessen his full weight on her.
Slowly his cock went soft in her. She sighed. She was happy, content. Her arms were still wound around his neck. She shut her eyes, let her face fall to one side. He nipped at her ear lobe with his teeth, played the tip of his tongue gently into her ear. She stirred appreciatively.
She felt so peaceful. So fulfilled. just as she did when Jerry made love to her. Maybe even, she found herself thinking, maybe even more so!... more peaceful!... more fulfilled!... happier!... was that possible?
CHAPTER FOUR
Suddenly the strangeness of what she was doing hit her. What was she doing with this man anyway? Not only that, but comparing him as a lover with her husband! Incredible! A week ago, no, even two hours ago, it would have been unthinkable, she thought to her-self, troubled.
Who was this dark-haired giant of a man whose name was Ted Stockton whom she had just welcomed so. passionately in her cunt, in the very well of her being. What did she actually know about him any-way? Except that he had stirred her, that he had appealed to her sexually, that he was a lawyer, and that he had been there, at hand, when she'd had such overwhelming hominess, such a need to be loved, and to feel the hard shaft of a man again penetrating her and flooding her with tenderness and orgasm.
Thinking about it briefly she admitted to herself that she liked the feel of him in her, the way he made love to her. Is that how Jerry feels? Did Jerry, too, like the touch, the feel of other cunts on his long, turgid, yammering cock? Perhaps a different twat every night when he was away from her! And not just liking it, but loving it, needing it, hungering for it! Just as she had loved, needed, and hungered for the feel of the different, new cock of Ted's inside her own body moments ago!
No! She tried to convince herself. She couldn't really like it, love it, hope for and want it again! It was wrong! It wasn't right! It was immoral, according to her training. Just because Jerry was like that, that didn't make it right for her to be like that, too, did it? Two wrongs didn't make a right. Or did they? Wasn't that the nature, the essence of revenge? And wasn't revenge what she'd started out to get? What she'd been seeking all week? Compounded, of course with her very real sexual need for an orgasm? She shook her head slightly as the conflicting ideas whipped through her mind as she lay there now quietly under Ted Stockton, her body still soothed by contact with his body. What next, she wondered.
Ted sensed that her thoughts had drifted away from their just concluded fucking romp. He got off her and sat on the rug next to her. "What's going through your pretty little head, right now, doll?" he asked, stroking her cheek gently.
She hunched her shoulders expressively as she shook her head. "I've never done this before. Fucked another man."
"Don't let it throw you," he advised. "Or brag about it, either." He shrugged elaborately, patted her breasts reassuringly. "You've got possibilities, doll. You really have. Although, of course," he paused, then, eying her critically, continued, "you've got an awful lot to learn yet."
"What the hell does that mean?" she cried, stung, sitting up, her eyes blazing at him. "Who the fucking hell are you to come in here and -- after what we've just -- I Son of a bitch!"
Ted was unperturbed. "Oh, you know the basics," he conceded. "Quite well, in fact. A few rudiments. But not much more. All the refinements. All the little things that -- " he paused. "In the long haul," he went on, "over the long years, just knowing the basics won't be good enough." He watched her face as he talked to her. He could see the self-doubt beginning to cloud her confidence. Good, he thought to himself. "I wonder," he mused aloud, "if I should take you in hand?"
She leaned close to him then, her face eager, imploring. "Yes!" she cried. "Please! Teach me!" It seemed to her suddenly that she couldn't let this man slip out of the orbit of her life. She wanted him near her, bound to her with an emotional as well as a physical tie. She wanted to see him again, have him near her, have him touch her, have him fuck her again and again, have him part of her existence.
"Teach me!" she repeated.
"Are you woman enough?" he asked her.
She sensed that he wasn't just indulging in smart repartee. It was a serious question and he expected a serious answer.
"Try me?" she challenged. "I've got all week!"
He gave a short dry laugh. "What's a week?" he said.
"It's a beginning," she said softly.
She kissed him lightly on the lips, then reached down with both her hands along his body, caressing the skin of his sides with her fingers, kneading his flesh now and then gently with the tips of her fingers, all the way down his chest, his torso, tracing the curve of his torso along the inner edges of his hip bones, till her hands came at last to the hair above his genitals. She twined her fingers in the hair there a moment, then took his limp penis in her hands and began to massage it to erection.
Ted grunted, stretched out on his back, gave himself up to the pleasure she was administering. Let's see what she can do, he told himself.
Marilyn shifted the position of her body so that she squatted over him, her back to his face. She bent down over his organ which had ballooned again with a hard-on.
She bent down to her work, wetting the skin of his scrotum with her tongue, plopping each ball in turn fully into her mouth, sucking on it gently and then releasing it. She kissed the outer surface of his shaft all the way around, tonguing it between kisses. When his rod was fully lathered with her saliva, she took it into her mouth, just the head at first, concentrating on the glans ridge, rubbing her tongue over it with gentle pressure. She heard Ted moaning with pleasure.
"Suck it, doll! Suck it good!" he called out to her. "Give me a blow-job that'll send me flying out of my skull. You said you were good at it. Let's see how good!"
At the same moment, she felt him thrust an exploratory finger up inside her cunt and begin a search for the tip of her clit. She signified her pleasure at what he was doing, by spreading her body out over his length so that her pussy was inches away from his chin. At the same moment she took more of his big prick deep into her mouth. She nipped at his hunk of meat with her teeth, little pleasure-giving love-sex nips.
His finger had found her clitoris and had begun massaging it with slow, agonizingly pleasurable movements across it. She felt him place the palm of his free hand against the base of her buttocks and knead her flesh there with his fingers. Next she felt him slowly push a finger up her asshole. It sent a bolt of excitement, new excitement pounding through her. He was playing one finger in her cunt and another in her asshole, simultaneously, and she found it beautiful, exciting, mind-blowing.
She set about matching what he was doing to her. She'd been holding his cock in her mouth with her right hand. She shifted the operation to her left hand. She wet the middle finger of her right hand with the saliva dribbling out of her mouth down along the length of his stem, then gently traveled the wet finger on down the base of his shaft under the skin of his scrotum, until her finger came at last to his asshole. She inserted the finger up there and began moving it about in a gently rotating motion. At the same time she continued to give his cock slurping sucks with her mouth, using her tongue, her lips, and even her teeth to extract ever greater pleasure both from him and from herself.
They worked at each other's total genital systems, slowly, concentratedly, enjoying every moment of it in a gradually increasing rhythm. At first Ted, whose mouth was free, could voice his excitement in groans, grunts, cries. But, as he realized they would soon be approaching orgasm, he lifted his face to Marilyn's buttocks and replaced his finger in her asshole with the tip of his tongue there. She wiggled her hips again excitedly to let him know she was responding to this new delight.
As her orgasm began, slowly, wave on wave, driving her upward, she tried to hold it back momentarily as she worked more feverishly to bring him off at the same time. She pumped with her finger in his asshole in a deeper, wider circular motion, sucked on his pulsing cock with her mouth with increasing rapidity.
Suddenly she had her reward as his body thrust forward convulsively, his ramrod cock nearly rammed down her throat, and the hot jet of his creamy load slammed into her mouth. She finished her own wildly thrashing come at the same exact moment, as his finger in her cunt and his tongue stroking her asshole squeezed the last ounce of pleasure out of her.
Ted's head fell back away from her buttocks, but he kept his finger in her cunt-hole, moving it softly, lovingly against the tender, exhausted muscles of her vagina.
Marilyn rested her head against one of his thighs as she kept his slowly deflating penis in her mouth, just barely caressing it with her tongue. Slowly, she with-drew her finger from his asshole.
They lay that way for several minutes, contentedly exhausted, completely relaxed. They hardly noticed that it had become almost dark outside.
"Out of this world, doll." Ted praised her at last, rolling her off him and sitting up. "Out of this world! Great. Just great! You're good material, doll. You'll make a great pupil, I mean that!" He pulled her up to a sitting position, facing him, and embraced her.
"I'm glad you're pleased. Stay with me tonight, Ted. We can fuck all night long."
Ted considered it. He really didn't have anything else all that great going for him for the weekend, he reminded himself. And Marilyn looked like she might become a real swinging doll. He could always cut out if it got heavy, he assured himself. He nodded. "Okay, doll. We'll give it a whirl. But first why don't we get dressed and go out somewhere for dinner? There must be a nice, cozy place here in Oakdale where the food is good? I'm a bit of a gourmet, I like good food and good fucking. Not necessarily in that order," he added, smiling mockingly at her.
She kissed him on the lips, putting everything she had left in it. "I think everything's going to be just wonderful this weekend," she enthused.
Ted got up and started dressing. She sat on the floor watching him, hating every garment that went on him, hiding that part of his body from her hungry eyes.
"Get dressed, doll," he told her. "Tomorrow we'll get up early, have breakfast, and take a drive over to Juniper Canyon to the Apollo Sun Club place."
"Is that all?" she pouted.
"All?"
"Just get up early, have breakfast and drive to Juniper Canyon? Nothing more?"
He grinned down at her. "Well, I'll tell you, doll-face. Those are the several things we'll do against the basic, background thing. That make you feel better?"
"I don't know," she teased. "It depends. Has this basic, background thing perhaps got a name so I can identify it? So I'd know what I was getting into?"
He nodded. "Fucking," he said.
"Beautiful!" she breathed. "Fucking!" she repeated and started crawling exaggeratedly around the rug to collect the garments she'd ripped off her body earlier and flung about.
CHAPTER FIVE
They drove in his car. She took him to the Flamingo Lounge in the Ranch House Motel, out on the edge of town, on Highway 135. Going east, Highway 135 climbed the Sierra Madre Mountains and then dipped down, on the other side of the range, to Bakersfield, 80 miles away, in the heart of the agriculturally rich San Joaquin Valley. Highway 135 also continued south-west of Oakdale for about fifteen miles where it connected with Highway 101, the main coastal road to Los Angeles, 100 miles south.
Over cocktails and dinner, Ted told her a little more about himself.
"I was born in Hollywood. Right in the heart of movie land. On Doheny Boulevard. My father still lives in the house. Harold Stockton. That's my dad. If you're a movie fan, you know who he is."
"An actor?" Marilyn looked puzzled. He shook his head. "I'm not that much of a fan, I guess," she admitted.
"He was a director," Ted said. "Some people claim he was one of the all time great directors. He worked with Chaplin. Mary Astor. The Barrymores. All three of them. John. Lionel. Ethel. Douglas Fairbanks. All the big names of the '30's and '40's, and '50's. He's in his seventies now. Not very active in movies anymore. Lives on his memories and his money. He's writing a book about his life in Hollywood. It's going to be published later this year. He's quite a person. Harold Stockton. My old man."
He sounds very interesting."
"He is. You'd like him. Hell, who knows, you might meet him some day."
"I'd like that."
There was a long pause as they concentrated on eating for a few minutes. "I'm surprised the movies didn't grab you," she ventured after a while. "You really are good-looking enough to be an actor. I don't mean that just as idle flattery either, Ted. You really are terribly good-looking."
"That's what all you broads keep telling me." He smirked wickedly as he acknowledged her admiration. "But, hell, baby," he deprecated himself truth-fully, "good looks aren't enough. No way. You've got to have talent, too. Acting talent To make it on the screen. I don't have that talent. Never did. Never even had any desire to have it, either, so I'm not one of your frustrated would-be actors. No, sir-ee. And none of the rest of movie business has ever interested me. Directing, writing, producing. None of it." He paused. ".In spite of all that, however," he said in an amused tone, "my wife was an actress -- "
"Wife?" For a moment Marilyn felt let down. This was a development she hadn't expected. From what she'd known about him,: for the little her husband Jerry had told her about him, Ted Stockton was a bachelor, a single swinger.
Then, almost in the same instant, she decided the news about his being married was good news. It would make for less complications. If he were already married, then the interlude she was having with him, and knew already that she wanted to continue having, couldn't develop any serious repercussions, at least for awhile.
"We're divorced now, though," she heard him going on to inform her. "April Garden was her name. Her stage name. She was the star of a couple of long running television soap opera series."
"What happened?" she wondered.
He shrugged. `Basically I guess you'd have to say we lived in two different worlds. The law firm in which I'm the principal partner, down in Los Angeles, has a few Hollywood clients, which I handle myself. But that's as close as I get to the movie scene. I got bored listening to April talk shop all the time. She got fed-up with my not being able to do much to advance her up the success ladder to stardom and the big money big stars get.
"It was an amicable parting of the ways, though. There weren't any children and she didn't need or want alimony. In fact the day after the judge granted the divorce she married an Italian actor. They live in Rome now. End of Ted Stockton's experiment with marriage," he concluded. "No more of that for me. Not for this stud. No way, baby! From that moment on I've been a free man again. Free to play the field."
"Is that what I am?" she murmured, grinning archly at him. "A field?"
"What you've got," he twisted her words to suit his own purpose, speaking in a low voice, and leering meaningly at her, "is an adorable little field of blonde pubic hair growing on a gorgeous cunt that this stud's cock wants to go a-wandering in, plucking orgasms as he goes. How's that for mixing up metaphors, doll?"
She sucked in her breath. Her clit vibrated. Her hand shook slightly halfway to her mouth with a forkful of steak. "What it is," she cried' happily, "is wow!" And when he dropped his hand under the table and raked it across her thighs at the crotch, her legs trembled and she felt weak.
He withdrew his hand. "Eat up, baby," he advised her, giving her a raunchy wink. "You'll need all your strength. For afterwards. We both will." He bent to the task of downing the excellent filet mignon steak he'd ordered.' On the way back to her house she snuggled close against him, on the front seat of the car, zipped open his fly, thrust her hand in and kept it there, stroking his hard, palpitating cock with her hot fingers.
They headed straight for the bedroom after he'd parked the car. She switched on a single light on the nightstand at the head of the bed. With his clothes still on, he lay back on top of the mattress, his head propped up on pillows. His eyes seemed to glint in the dim light.
"Undress for me, baby," he ordered.
She did so slowly, feeling warm and expectant. When she was naked, she went to the window and closed it, shutting out the cool air of the early June evening. She crossed over to the bureau and lit two cones of incense.
Languorously she floated back to him, her vagina a-throb, her nipples hard and quivering, holding her belly taut as she walked, her legs sleek and vibrant, her blonde tresses flowing, drifting about her head and shoulders. She was, and she was fully aware that she was, a superbly glorious vision of a radiant, hungry, ready female sex object.
"Your turn," she admonished as she stood at the edge of the bed looking down at him. "You strip now."
Obediently he did so. But he took his time. He stood up. Lazily he slipped off his jacket, undid his tie, shrugged off his shirt. He pulled his undershirt up over his head and off. He kicked off the loafers he was wearing on his feet, peeled off the socks. He dropped his slacks to the floor, slid his undershorts down his legs and stepped out of them.
His cock, erect, hard, with a bulging cockhead beyond the ring of the swollen glans ridge, stood straight out in front of him, pointed, ready for action, hunting for cunt.
"We're going to take it slow and easy, sweetie," he told her. "We'll build it up, sensation by sensation, titillation by titillation, excitement piled on excitement, bringing ourselves almost to climax, then stopping just short of it, and starting over again, time after time, until-our sex organs, my cock and your clit, are raw, throbbing, screaming for it to happen. Then, at last, and then only, we'll let ourselves blast off in the wildest, most utterly fantastic orgasm you've ever experienced! Ready?"
Eagerly she nodded. She watched as, naked, he went to the bureau above which hung a large mirror on the wall. He rolled the bureau away from the wall about three feet, cleared a space on the top of it, went to her, gathered her up in his arms, carried her to the bureau, and sat her on top of it, facing the mirror, her legs dangling over the top, so that the bottom ends of her cunt-lips were at the edge of the top.
He spread her legs and began stroking the skin on the insides of her thighs. "Look!" he gloated. "Isn't it beautiful to see!' He took out a moment from his stroking to gesture toward the reflection of her opened twat in the mirror.
Shivers of delight coursed through her body as his fevered hands went on caressing her legs. He got in front of her, squatted down until his chin was on a level with her crotch. He kissed her and sucked the skin on her thighs on each side of her mons veneris. At the same time he reached his hands up to fondle her tits with his fingers.
He was driving her wild. When, oh when, would he lap at her cunt-lips themselves with his lips, suck on them, kiss them, salivate on them, plunge the hardened rapier of the tip of his tongue between them and reach the hooded end of her clitoris and give it the sort of thrilling banging for which her entire sexual sensory system was insistently clamoring by now!
Still he dilly-dallied! He nipped at the flesh of her thighs around her pussy but nothing more.
"Suck me, Ted!" she begged. "Slither your tongue up in me and slap at my clit with it! Oh, God! Please!"
Instead he stood up. He was tall and his crotch was on a level with where her snatch sat on top of the bureau. He stuck his erection between her thighs.
"Rub your legs together on it," he instructed.
She did so. It felt good, promising. But she'd preferred to have it go storming up her love tunnel which was yammering for it.
Suddenly he pulled the cock away from her. He got down on his knees again in front of her and started kissing her inner thighs. "Now!" she thought hope-fully. "Now he'll suck me!"
He did.
The contact of his lips on her soft, yielding, outer cunt-lips was like heaven to her. He slurped at the vulva caressingly, pried the lips apart gently with his tongue and darted the tongue every now and then the full length of the love-slit itself, pushing and pressing at the opening in a tongue stroking that she found agonizingly lovely.
She began mewling and moaning, humping her twat forward in staccato motions, and whipping her thighs together against the cheeks of his head between her legs in a matching rhythm. At the same time she ran her hands tenderly, appreciatively, all over his head and his back. Her cunt began oozing love-juices copiously and he smacked them up with his lips and his tongue, savoring them.
As he continued eating her pussy, he flicked the hard end of his tongue time after time against her own turgid clit. She screamed with lust, squirming her buttocks against the top of the bureau.
He quit sucking her. He stood up and held his organ between his hands right in front of her and started playing with it, using her cunt-juices as a lubricant so that he could slide the cupped palms of his hands back and forth on it, squeezing it, now gently, now roughly, with his fingers, starting to masturbate himself.
"No!" she wailed. "No! Don't jack off by yourself, Ted! Save it! Let me do it! Let me have it! It's too precious to waste it that way! You do that and damn it, I'll bring myself off, too!" In a fury she clamped her hand on her snatch, stuck her finger up her slit, found the end of her clit, and began fingering herself viciously, but excitingly.
He let go of his long penis and grabbed her hand away from her cunt. "Stop that!" he growled. Then, "But we're getting there," he grunted approvingly.
"Hold me around the neck by your arms," he told her, standing close in front of her. She did so. "Now lift your butt and your twat up and lower your love-slit over my shaft!"
That was more like it, she told herself. A cock up inside her where it belonged! She followed his orders with alacrity, squiggling her trembling vagina deliciously down over his big, sturdy, stiff prod.
"Ohh-h-h! How wonderful!" she squealed as she felt the vibrating head of his cock touch the end of her love-tunnel, clear back to her cervix, surely, she thought.
She clung to him by her arms and jounced her torso on him in abandoned up and down motions. The brushing of his hard muscled cock as it traveled abrasively along the walls of her cunt was out of this world to her! At the end of each of his inward and outward strokes, she bore downward ever so lightly with the front of her pussy, in order to give herself an added flip of pleasure as her clit pulsated against his rock-hard prong. He held his hands tightly against the ends of her buttocks and that gave her even more joy. Every part of her body wanted some part of him doing something to it, squeezing it, or holding it, or caressing it, or entering it, or pushing against it.
She pressed her breasts hard against his strong, broad chest and the pressure of that against her aching tits nearly caused her to swoon with delight.
She wanted her cunt to swallow every bit of his tool. She wished she could somehow get his balls, too, up inside her, his balls, and the scrotum bag that held them! Wouldn't that be divine!
But, no, Nature hadn't arranged things so that that was possible. She'd have to be content with just the steel-hard erection of the shaft.
Letting her joggle herself on him, as she continued to cling to him by her arms around his neck, he walked them over to the side of the bed. Once there he yanked his pipestem of manhood out of her and dumped her unceremoniously back down on the bed.
"Oh, my God, no!" she screeched, piteously. "No! Fuck me to a finish! Don't stop now!"
"You suck me a little first, now, baby!" he commanded, holding out his tool to her. It was gleaming wetly from her cunt-juices. "We're getting hot. But we want to be truly on fire before we let go. Suck me!"
She could hardly wait to get her lips over him. She got up on her knees on the bed in front of him and plunged his raging organ deep into her mouth; she tongued it; she slobbered on it. At the same time she reached for his testicles with one hand and played with them. How tight they were! How full! How heavy! What a flood of semen and sperm they'd jet into her as the cock itself swelled even more in circumference from its present grand tumescent stage, when the right moment came!
There was nothing, she thought blissfully, nothing in all the world quite like a well-hung man, with a turbulent shaft to go thrashing about in her two love chambers, her twat, and/or her mouth! How she loved it, longed for it, welcomed it!
He held her head more tightly to his torso as he pushed his ramrod erection deeper into her mouth to get as much of it into her as possible, so that she could minister to every fractional inch, of its surface which by then was a-tingle with the unutterable, sense boggling pleasure of being in her oral cavity.
Her fingers on his bag could feel the tensing of his testicles as they became more and more engorged with the necessary supply of blood to propel their seed-semen through the length of his stem into her eagerly waiting voracious vagina.
She would have gladly given him a superb blow job right then and have orgasmed herself at the same moment; but, no, once again he refused them both the relief their bodies, and particularly hers, since she was unaccustomed to such delaying tactics, were demanding. He pulled his tumescent penis out of her mouth, patted her on the head, murmuring, inanely, in her estimation, "Good girl. Good job. I loved every suck of it, doll."
Then, totally incomprehensibly to her, he slipped on his slacks and his jacket.
"What now? she wondered, anger beginning to .suffuse her. God damn it'! Was the crud going to leave her, walk out on her( At such a moment!
"Back in a second," Ted told her, heading for the bedroom door. "Want to get something out of my car. Don't you dare jerk off, baby!"
He ran out of the room.
What next, indeed? she asked herself glumly. She certainly wasn't ever adverse to sex games. But, my God, this was getting way out of hand, in her opinion. Whatever he had in mind, it better be good! she mumbled to herself. She went over to the bureau and got a bottle of perfume with an atomizer on it and sprayed the bed, and the air above the bed, with the heady scent.
Ted came trotting back into the room, lugging a portable projector and a wheel of film slides.
"We're going to watch a little porno picture show as an interlude, sweetie," he explained. "To whet our sex appetites even more."
"I don't need any more, Ted. Believe me!"
"Just watch," he said imperturbably. "You'll thank me."
Quickly, expertly he set up the projector on the night table next to the bed, plugged it in to an electrical outlet nearby, clicked it on, focused it on the wall across from the head of the bed, and placed the wheel of film slides in an operating. position at the rear of the projector.
He got out of his jacket and slacks so that he was naked again. He sat on the edge of the bed, with the switch for changing the film slides at hand.
His cock had bounced up again, erect, long and hard, shooting straight up from his crotch, along, and parallel to, his tautly muscled belly. He gestured Marilyn over to him.
"You sit down on my lap, baby, with your back to me, so we can both watch the pictures, and slide your nice, lovely, wet pussy over my pole."
Swiftly, with a gasp of horny anticipation, she did as bidden, squiggling her aching vagina down over his massive tool until it was implanted firmly inside her.
"Don't move a muscle," he cautioned. "Just watch! Over there on the wall!" He flipped on the first slide.
It was in color, vivid color. It was a close-up of a woman's breast. The next slide showed a man's lips sucking on the tit. Then followed a series of over a hundred highly erotic, raunchy, hot, lascivious, lust generating pictures: girls' cunts seen from a man's angle as the girls lay with their cunts open on their backs. Close-ups, in glorious color, of cocks in all states, from limp at-ease to enormously erect, elongated, distended, bobbing about hungrily from their testicled bases, seeking the pleasure providing cunt-sheaths of females to stick them into.
There were many explicit slides of men and women copulating in various positions and detailed close-ups of their sexual organs, cocks and cunts, as they were coupled in the throes of passion and lust incarnate.
Marilyn could hardly contain herself. She began whimpering and moaning. She tried to move her pussy on his giant staff, which was twitching in spite of him. If only she could jostle herself up and down, even a little, on his hard rod, and orgasm as her eyes drank in the lascivious action taking place in the film slides thrown there on the wall across from where they sat!
But Ted held her body immobile in a grip of steel.
"It's getting better and better," he ground out the words in her ear and she could hear his labored breathing as he, too, fought to keep his vaulting sexual needs from exploding.
There on the wall they saw fellatio and cunnilingus; love play involving threesomes: two women and one man, the man with his cock in one woman while he sucked the pussy of the other woman; and two men and one woman, the woman being fucked by the man, in various positions, while she sucked the cock of the other man.
At last the film slide show was over!
Ted clicked off the projector.
"Now!" he yelped, his voice strained, strident, yet exultant. "Get on your back on the bed and open your gates of paradise for me!" He dumped her off his lap and his cock and leapt up on the bed.
Fast as she could she crawled up on the mattress and slid willingly over on her back and spread her legs as far apart as she could. Her body was quaking, sweating with longing.
"Yes!" she pleaded, screaming. "Make it now! Fuck me quick! Fuck me fast! Just the touch of your glorious hard cock in me will start me banging off! Hurry! Hurry!"
She was right. The very second she felt the tip of his huge, cement-like hard prod push her vulva apart and slam up past her tender, tortured, swollen clit her orgasm started. Soon it was like a bolt of lightning in her. Oh, it was so beautiful, intensely pleasurable, striking her time after time, endlessly it seemed to her, as he rode her wildly, and sending the most incredible sparks of satisfyingly released lust racing and chasing through every nerve ending in her body.
Her head jerked back. She screamed unintelligible syllables at him. She clutched him to her in a lioness' grip.
"Drive it in. In! In! Morel More! Deeper! Harder! Harder! Bang me! Slap my clit! Beat my hot pussy! Oh, God! It's glorious! Divine! I'm floating! I'm -- oh, Jesus God! You're coming in me, too, now! I can feel it. Thundering in met Pulsing! Oh, Jesus! Oh, God! Oh, Ted! Ted! Ted! Gorgeous! Beautiful! Lovely, lovely cock!"
At the end she could scarcely hear her own screaming because he, too, was shouting his own wild, almost incoherent, tremendous joy as the full impact of his climactic release filled him and possessed him.
"You sweet twat! You beautiful bitch! I love you! I love what you're doing to me! What you make me do to you! I'm pouring it into you! Feel it! Wow! It's a flood! A storm!" He squashed her belly and her soft, sweet breasts to his own hard body and shook her torso over his shaft as though it were a rag doll under him, as jet after jet of his manhood streamed up from his tight balls, through his long tube and into her clamorous, thirsty love-chamber.
It was over. Their tempest subsided. He collapsed on her. She scarcely felt his weight.
"It was everything you said it would be," she gasped. "I loved every minute of it. It was glorious. Wild. Out of this world. But," he could feel her shake her head, as he still lay supine atop her, his head cradled along her neck, her lips at his ear. "But," she went on, "never again. Never. I can't wait that long. I don't want to. It's too torturous. Why, we could have had at least three full, complete sessions of fucking -- pre-coital love play, coitus, and post-coital love play, the works -- three wonderful orgasms -- in the same amount of time.
"Promise me you'll never put me through this again? Please, Ted?"
"Whatever pleases you, honey," he said into her ear. "You please me and so I want to please you in turn. At least," he rolled off her to one side of her and held his head up by the cheek in the palm of his hand, his elbow next to her head on the mattress to support him as he gazed lovingly down into her shining, yet troubled, eyes. "At least now you know what it's like. Who knows? You might want a repeat someday. If not -- " He paused. His eyes glowed at her. "You really are a great little fuck, honey! I'm damn glad we've gotten together. I had an idea old Jerry had something in you when I first saw you with him. Now I know. I'd sure as hell have hated to have missed out on you. You'll be a sensation tomorrow at the Apollo Sun Club."
"Hey!" She was worried suddenly. "What's that supposed to mean? Will I be expected to -- fuck around? I hadn't counted on --! That's something I'll have to do a little thinking about -- " He put a hand over her mouth gently. "No, baby," he assured her, "you won't be expected to do a damn thing except what you want to do."
"That's better." She felt more comfortable. "What I'll want is more of you. I know that much. I suppose we can do that? There? At your Apollo Sun Club? Fuck each other?"
"Whatever pleases you, honey," he repeated, smiling enigmatically.
That was when the phone rang.
CHAPTER SIX
"This late?" Marilyn frowned, looking at the bedside clock. It said 12:30 midnight. Then she remembered that in Hawaii it was two hours earlier. Only 10:30 there.
She picked up the phone. "Hello?" she said into the mouthpiece.
"Marilyn, honey! How's my girl?"
"It's Jerry!" she advised Ted, her hand over the phone for a moment. "Where are your" she asked back into the instrument.
"Hawaii, of course, sugar. Honolulu. Where else would I be?" He paused, decided not to give her a chance to answer that. "Miss me?"
"What do you think?" She hesitated a moment. "Of course I miss you. I never wanted you to go in the first place."
"Business before pleasure," be reminded her smugly.
"Where are you in Honolulu?" she demanded, nettled by his smugness. "At her place?"
"Now, baby," defensively, "don't be like that."
"You are there," she deduced. "How is the old bag? Mrs. Janice Danvers?"
"For your information," his voice took on that icy, superior, lofty intonation that always annoyed her when he used it, "I'm calling from my hotel."
"I'll bet!"
"You don't believe me?" He sounded hurt. "It's Room 625. At the Sheraton Princess Kaiulani. Right in the heart of Waikiki. And I sure wish you were here with me to enjoy it, my dear. But go ahead. Call me back. 808-967-3572. Her estate is way out on Niumalu Loop, right on the waters' edge of the Kuapa Pond inlet, north of Koko Head. Her number is 808-969-5331. Call her, too, if you like. I imagine she's there. Call us both, baby, one after the other, and satisfy yourself."
"That's not the kind of satisfaction I need, honey." She picked up his words and twisted them to suit her own purposes. At the same time she put a little sexual huskiness into her voice as she spoke.
"Yes. Well." She could hear his slight intake of breath. "Soon, baby, soon. Keep it nice and warm for me. I'll sure take care of it when I get back."
"When?"
"Oh -- in a few days now. I should be finished here by next weekend."
"You better have something left," she warned.
"Don't I always?" he retorted. "Look, let's keep this businesslike, Marilyn, and not get ourselves all stirred up with something we can't finish over a two thousand mile long telephone cable line, all the way from here to there."
"I can always manage a finger job," she taunted him, grinning like a Cheshire cat at Ted who grinned right back appreciatively. He moved closer to her and began stroking the pubic hair of her mons veneris.
Marilyn heard Jerry chuckle at his end of the wire in Honolulu. "Sure you can, my dear," he told her. "But it really isn't that great, is it? Just save it for Papa. 'Bye now. I'll call you soon as I know my day and return flight number. I love you, baby. Don't forget that."
"Me, too, you," she replied, letting tenderness creep into her voice. She hung up.
Jerry Chadwick, too, hung up, at his end of the line, 2200 miles across the Pacific from Los Angeles. He was lying naked on the big, king size, circular bed in Mrs. Janice Danver's luxurious bedroom of her estate, called Haleakala (house of sun).
Black-haired, sleek bodied, also nude, thirty-two year old Janice had been performing a slow, satisfying fellatio on him as he talked. Now that the conversation had ended, and not wanting him to come off in her mouth, she removed her lips from his cock and asked, "What if she calls back?"
Jerry shrugged. "Not my Marilyn. She likes to count pennies too much to waste money on two calls all the way to Hawaii. Just to check up on me. Besides, she couldn't want to check up anyway. Because then she'd know for sure. And she doesn't want to be sure. Don't worry about her."
"No worry, stud. Believe me. I couldn't care less. I've got you for now and that's all that's important to me." She got up on her hands and knees in the center of the circular bed. "Fuck me dog-fashion, honey. I like being entered from the rear, feeling your big balls slap against the ends of my buttock cheeks and being rutted and butted up to orgasm like an animal."
Delighted, Jerry got behind her, marveling for the umteenth time at the beauty of her slightly swaying body on all fours, as she swung her butt-end at him lasciviously, her cunt hair glistening with her love-juice already seeping out of her slit, and her rosebud anus staring at him with its own invitation.
His cock trembled. Up front of her he could see, dangling from under her chest, her full, heavy, superb boobs, ending in their large, luscious, suckable nipples.
He bent forward over her and ran his hands voluptuously along her sensuous body. How beautifully, how tautly she was made! Not an ounce of excess poundage, all pure sex machine, finely encased in glowing skin that was tight and firm over bones and flesh Her shoulders were sturdy; her waist was incredibly slim; her hips, particularly as seen from behind when she. was on all fours, were elegantly flaring and then tapered to seductively contoured thighs, and on to calves on the lower legs of equally satisfying proportions.
She was female sex incarnate to him, he told himself; and he loved fucking her. He didn't love her with any of the emotions he believed he felt for his wife, Marilyn when he screwed her.
But he did love to fuck Mrs. Janice Danvers. She did wonderful things to his cock; being in her cunt roused really raunchy passion in him, and he always achieved the grandest, sense-soaring orgasms with her!
And there were no complications with her, he reminded himself, satisfiedly. She accepted him simply as an available, long-studded, capable, thoroughly expert cocksman who could give pleasure to her; and once In the sex at (acts) was (were) over, they could go on to the important business aspects of their relationship; a relationship they both knew would terminate abruptly once the real estate deal he was handling for her was completed.
Her body shook as he caressed her. "Get it in me, Jerry!" she urged him.
On his knees facing her rear, he leaned back a moment, took his long pole in one hand, put his other hand on her butt to steady her, and teased her asshole with the blunt end of the cock.
She squealed. "In me! In me!" she bleated.
He slid the cock down along the slit, past her anal sphincter area, until his prod encountered. her soft, yielding vulva. She butted back against him as he drove forward.
The cock eased happily into her love channel and she let out a long, smothered cry of pure pleasure as her vaginal walls closed over it, grasping it riotously and wanting to hold onto it, yet at the same moment hurrying to release it, so that it would track back out of her, then back in again, back and forth, in and out, time after time.
He rode her in long, easy strokes, both of them panting, gasping blissfully, their bodies sweating, their blood vessels beginning to swell with their beautiful, longed-for, needed, engorged, mighty push up to climax.
He threw himself forward over her body and let his fingers play with her tits. He bit at her back with his teeth. She tossed her head in her passion, and worked her buttocks against the fronts of his thighs as he pressed his thighs harder and harder against her.
They came at the same moment in a mutual orgasm, their voices mingling in a mewling duet of lust, high pitched to match their climax.
Afterwards she slumped down on her belly, her arms stretched out along the sides of her perspiring body, her head resting on her left cheek on the mattress. He remained sprawled on top of her, on her back, thoroughly enjoying the sense of having completely possessed her, mastered her, tamed her with his sturdy tool. However, by then it had rapidly become detumescent, and now lay little and small, tucked along her buttocks' crack.
"Tomorrow, Jerry, honey," she promised, "we'll have company. A swinging, group sex session. You'll like that. These friends of mine -- girls -- "
"Girls? What kind of girls?" he asked suspiciously.
She twisted her head about to regard him quizzically. "What the hell do you mean, lover? `What kind of girls'? Regular girls, that's what. Man-loving girls. Cock-loving girls. One's a native American-Hawaiian. One's a Japanese-American, as a matter of fact. Why? Are you some kind of racist? Prejudiced?"
"Hell, no!" he was emphatic. "I just want to know in advance if it's going to be a big lesbian type scene?"
"No way. Why? You got a hang-up about lesbians?"
"I got a hang-up about lesbians," he acknowledged, somberly. "My wife was one --"
"Marilyn?!" Janice was shocked. She'd met Marilyn and thought her a rather plain, simple girl, with, she assumed, a very simple, normal sexual appetite.
"No, no!" Jerry hastened to. correct her. "Not her. Not Marilyn." He laughed. "Hell, no! No way! It was my first wife. Gwen."
"Oh." She digested that. "I'll tell you something, Jerry," she went on to explain, "I myself don't mind another woman sucking on my tits a little, as long as I've got a man in my pussy, fucking me, and she's maybe just doing it to keep herself keyed up sexually, until the stud finishes with me, giving me an orgasm, and than takes her on. That's okay with me."
"I'll buy that," he told her. "That's mild stuff. Compared to -- " He stopped, shaking his head unhappily, as though the memory were too much for him.
"Compared to what, baby?" she prodded. "Get it all out. You'll feel better. And I'll know more about you. More about what pleases you, sexually."
"Alright. What I had to put up with Gwen. Either she'd bring girls home, or she'd nag at me to go out and find some girl and bring her home with me. She'd have them first. Suck them off, or have them suck her off, or, usually, both ways. And then, if she was in a good mood, she'd turn them over to me to fuck; or, if she was in a really great mood, she'd want me to fuck her while she sucked a girl. It got to be too much for me. A way-out hassle that after a while I couldn't take any more."
"Jesus Christ! You poor guy! No wonder you divorced her." She tugged at him until he got off her and lay beside her, facing her. She patted him and gave him a tender, understanding kiss. "You won't have to endure any of that freaky stuff with these girls we'll be partying with. That's for sure. That's a promise, baby. They've been after me to arrange a bash ever since they had a glimpse of you a few days ago. But first I wanted you all to myself. To try out. To test. To selfishly enjoy. You've passed all the tests, lover. You're great. Now I'm ready to share you."
"I'm your man," he assured her, beginning to feel sleepy. "First thing in the morning, though, I want to go over those estate figures that we worked on today, for a final discussion and a decision."
"Of course, honey," she agreed, also sleepy. "What-ever you say."
She turned her back to him and curled her body up against him, trustingly, content. She reached a hand up and switched off the light.
"Good night, Jerry. Sweet dreams."
"'Night, honey."
They fell asleep, their bodies gently brushed all night long by the warm Hawaiian breeze that wafted in through the windows from across the waters of the narrow Kuapa Pond inlet, on the shore of which, at Niumalu Loop, stood the Haleakala estate of Mrs. Janice Danvers, widow of the elderly, wealthy Horace Patterson Danvers, late of Pasadena and Honolulu.
Janice, who had been born Janice Baker, in St, Louis, Missouri, where her dad had been for years, in fact still was, a middle echelon, elected city official, she attended college at UCLA in Los Angeles; upon her graduation she'd worked several years as a copywriter for an LA advertising agency. Coincidently one of the agency's clients had been Horace Danvers, an important Los Angeles investment banker.
Two years after Danver's wife of twenty-one years, Italian born Gina Toretto, whom he had met and wed during his World War II years in Rome, had died in 1966, he married Janice, with whom he'd been carrying on a clandestine affair for nearly five years.
Janice had always felt uncomfortable in Danver's house in Pasadena, on Arroyo Parkway, where he'd lived so long with his first wife. To please his new wife, Danvers had bought the estate in Hawaii.
Now, at thirty-two, Janice was planning to live abroad, in London or Paris, as soon as she could dispose of both the Pasadeana and Honolulu properties her husband had left her outright, in addition to the income, for life, from a very substantial, irrevocable trust fund.
* * *
Back on the mainland, at the Chadwick home on Hollister Road, on the outskirts of Oakdale, as Marilyn, Ted Stockton's hot hand still playing with her pussy, hung up the phone, Ted inquired casually. "How is old Jerry?"
"He says he's fine," She paused. "What he probably means," she sniffed, miffed, "is that he's got his cock up in Janice Danver's twat while he was talking to me! All that yak-yak about his being alone in his hotel room and her way off at her estate and I could phone back to check! Oh, brother!"
"Jealous?" teased Ted, squirming his index finger into her love slit.
"Oh-oh!" she mumbled. "How good that is!" Then, replying to his teasing, "Like hell, I'm jealous! Not with your grand cock just out of me at my end of the line and your hand on my pussy warming me up for another go!"
He pulled her down beside him, lay down next to her, nudged her over on her back, lifted her leg nearest his side, slid his renewed cock into her, up from under her thigh, clamped his hand over her snatch, and, as he banged away at her with his cock, he caressed and kneaded the outer surface of her pussy.
They both came quickly that time, relatively calmly compared to their earlier climax, but still breathlessly thrilled by it. They pulled a light blanket over themselves, snuggled into each other's arms, and she turned out the light.
In mere seconds they were both sound asleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Marilyn wakened early the next morning, Saturday, Ted was already up. He had opened the window wide, and the soft June air filled the room. Stark naked, his muscular body a joy to behold to her, he stood in the center of the room, performing a strenuous routine of calisthenics: arm exercises, torso twists, body bends, knee bends, deep breathing, push-ups, and jogging two hundred steps in place; his bag of testicles, and his soft penis in its normal, non-erectile state, bobbed about in front of his crotch, all of which was sensually exciting to her.
"I do fifteen minutes of workout like this without fail every morning," he informed her, puffing a little as he neared the end of his jogging-in-place stint. "Got to keep the old body toned up," he said jocularly, "for you broads as well as for my own good." He gave her a salacious wink and, really out of breath at last, slowed down for his last five jogs.
Watching him, she had gotten so horny that, in order to induce him to fuck her once he'd finished exercising, she'd flung off the covers and was lying on her back, her legs beaconingly wide apart at the thighs; she had been gently caressing her own boobs and, occasionally, her mons veneris.
Incredibly, though he acknowledged her invitational signals of readiness. for copulation with an expressive whistle and a smothered, "Wow! Baby!" he turned her down with a shake of the head. "We've got a big day ahead of us at the Club. Let's save our-selves for that."
"Fraidy cat!" she taunted him playfully. "'Fraidy cat! Afraid you can't get it up again to show all your naked friends at that old camp if I pull everything out of you now with a little screwing! Is that it?"
"That's it, baby," he agreed cheerfully. "Get dressed."
She just went on lying there. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her. His penis hadn't moved an inch, she noted disappointedly.
She threw him a superior look. "That's where we broads have it all over you studs," she bragged. "In order to function sexually the bodies of you males have to manufacture semen and sperm. And when you've temporarily used it all up, the whole damn world knows. You can't get a hard-on, no matter how much you try!
`But if we want to, we can go on letting cocks storm up our love-channels till Kingdom Come, and pretend to have orgasms, one after the other, and you poor, silly creatures never know the difference; whether we're faking, or if we've had the real thing!
"So don't think I can't take on your whole damn Club, down there in juniper Canyon, if I happen to feel like it, while you stand around trying to get up an erection!"
Her eyes bulged pleasurably as she saw that her little tirade had gotten results. His cock hardened, zoomed up demandingly.
"Okay, you hot little broad!" he grimaced at her. "You get fucked."
He swung around to the side of the bed, reached down for her arm, and pulled her up to stand next to him on the floor. She went into his, arms and slithered her breasts, her belly, her puffed, hairy pubis, and her thighs over the front of his body.
He pulled away from her and led her into the bathroom. He got in the bathtub and lay back in it. He motioned her to get in it, too, and squat over him at his crotch.
"Water me, baby!" he urged her. "Let me have a full stream of your hot pee on my cock and my balls and my crotch!"
She was panting by then. The prospect excited her, thrilled her. Gurgling, her tits shaking, she got into position and brushed the tip ends of her cunt-lips on the solid end of his red-crested cock. Lust sensations tingled through her body, from her pussy to her brain; lust sensations that combined with the urgent demands of her bladder to release its stored-up, night's supply of urine.
Steadying herself by her hands on the sides of the tub, and swaying her butt-end over him, from his belly button to his knees, she let go a fantastic full stream of pale yellow, warm liquid on him.
He reached up his hands to play with her tits while she sprayed him. His eyes seemed glazed. He sucked in his breath as the hot stream poured over the skin of his genital region.
Then it was his turn to clothe same -thing to her. For that he got out of the bathtub and took her into the shower. He had her stand in front of him, waited a moment for his organ to calm down from its hard-on condition, so that it could function for his distended bladder, instead of his balls. Then he held the penis, as though it were a garden hose nozzle, in one hand and directed his own stream on her torso, playing it, again as though it were water from a garden hose, over her white belly, her lovely, curling, blonde, pubic hair, and up and down her gorgeous thighs.
Her body trembled with new sexual prickles. She felt weak. Her vagina itched with unfulfilled desire. She supported herself by leaning against the wall of the shower.
"Wonderful!" she squealed. "Wonderful! Out of this world! I haven't done that, or had it done to me, since I was a very little girl and played doctor with the other kids my age on the block where I lived."
"Now we'll wash off under the shower," he told her, "and we'll screw standing up as the water runs down over us."
Quickly he adjusted the mixture of hot and cold water from the shower head so that it was just the right, warm, softly soothing, exciting temperature. They both stood under it a moment td cleanse their genitals of urine.
His cock had developed an enormous hard-on. She was hotly ready for him, her cunt-lips slavering with her desire-propelled cunt-juice.
He stooped his crotch under hers, as she stood on one foot and held her other leg, bent at the knee, up, and out at an angle, so that he had easy access to her slit. She groaned with pleasure as he eased his massive pole up into her cuntal passage.
Because he was so much taller than she, he had to keep his knees bent slightly as he jostled his hard tool around in her. She didn't want to leap up, her arms about his neck, and sit on his penis this time. With the water falling caressingly on them, she wanted to keep her vagina tight over his cock, squeezing her thighs together, both because it gave her a different kind of thrill than the kind she got from having her pussy spread wide over him, and to prevent any possibility that, because of all the lubricating water, he might slip out of her. She stood on her tiptoes and kept her hands around his waist instead of his neck.
She climaxed quickly, almost soundlessly against the noise of the splashing water, falling forward on him for support as the orgasm seared blissfully through her.
After a second or so she was aware of the curious fact that he was still as big as ever in her and that he had ceased thrusting himself in and out of her.
"Come to me, Ted, honey! Sweet man! Come to your little Marilyn cunt! I want to feel you surge and flood me and then go soft in me!" She whispered up to him and started to shake her twat on him again.
"No!" He yanked his still standing-up member out of her and pushed her gently aside. "I got control, baby," he boasted. "Fantastic control. I got to save myself, just as I said before. I did my bit for you, didn't I?
"You wanted a blast-off and I gave it to you. Now its your turn to help me. Get dressed and keep that gorgeous cunt of yours out of my sight for the next few hours. You see, I've got to consider my standing as a cocksman at the Apollo Sun Club. I sure as hell don't want to turn up there and first thing off not be able to display a good, solid erection when I need it!"
She snickered at his male conceit but respected his wishes. She soaped her body, rinsed off, stepped out of the shower, leaving it to him, and toweled herself dry.
"Soon as we've had breakfast, we'll leave," she heard him say through the cascading water.
"What shall I wear, honey?" she asked loudly so as to be heard above the sound of the water.
"Nothing," he said. He had finished. He turned off the shower, stepped out of the stall, and grabbed a towel.
"Are you kidding? Drive two hours in a car with nothing on?"
"What I mean is, wear any old thing. Preferably as little as possible. On account of when one gets to the gates of the Club, one is handed a basket. You have to disrobe right there. Take off every stitch of your clothes, and put them in the basket, until you're totally nude. Right there at the gate. Otherwise you aren't allowed to enter."
"Gee!" she was doubtful. "I don't know if I'll be able to do that, Ted. Strip in public! Couldn't I do it a little bit at a time? By stages? Maybe just my bra off first. And then -- " He cut. her short. "They've got rules. Do it by the rules. Or else, for Christ's sake, don't bother to go." He sounded cross.
"I'm going," she hurried to assuage him.
After breakfast she phoned the Chadwick office to let the employees there know she'd be out of town, probably all weekend.
"I'm going to inspect some property the owner wants to list with us for sale," she lied without batting an eyelash to Matt Upton, the senior salesman at the Chadwick Real Estate Company.
"Yes, Mrs. Chadwick," assured Matt. "Don't worry about a thing here. We'll manage nicely. Heard from Jerry yet?"
"He called last night. From Honolulu. He'll be back the end of the week. 'Bye now."
"Inspecting property, indeed!" mocked Ted, munching buttered toast, as she hung up the phone.
"Well, I am," she retorted pertly. "Aren't I? I've been inspecting the cock of a certain Mr. Ted Stockton ever since the zoning hearing yesterday afternoon. And from what the said Mr. Ted Stockton leads me to believe, I'll be inspecting a lot more big cocks before this weekend is over! So there!"
He just grinned at her.
An hour later they were juniper Canyon bound on Highway 101, in his maroon, Lincoln Continental convertible. She sat discreetly two feet away from him on the front seat, feeling downright foolish at not being permitted to snuggle up to this man who pleased her so much and who had already possessed her so ardently and so violently.
But that was the way he wanted it. He was still conserving his manhood, for the time being, as he'd phrased it to her when, on their getting into the car, he'd told her in no uncertain terms where to sit and how to act on the journey south.
"The Apollo Sun Club was organized in 1959," Ted began telling her a little later, as they drove along, feeling that conversation would help to keep their trip non-erotic. "By a group of Los Angeles people, men and women, who hold to the theory that man is a nude animal, mankind, that is; a naked ape, if you please, who, through the centuries, has mistakenly and disastrously strayed far away from his natural state, and that this is largely responsible for most of Society's hangups and problems.
"In an attempt to get back to Nature's fundamentals, to give themselves a chance to be normal animals again, naked apes, closer to Mother Nature, from which all life springs, as they like to put it, if only for a little while, like for a day, a weekend, or a week, or even a couple of weeks, they bought the Juniper Canyon land and set up the Club.
"Basically it's a nature club, a sun club. Sun bathing. The sun and the wind and the rain on the naked body. Nudism.
"It's not a sex club, per se. Though sex isn't taboo, or frowned on, believe me. Far from it. The Club strives to help human beings, and certainly its members, and their guests, to return to being the animals they are," he continued his lecture; "with their naked bodies to be seen, felt, and experienced by others, and by themselves, without confining clothes, inhibitions; or false moral codes; with all sexual experiences and activities being open, natural, and normal, yes, and seen and shared by the whole flock, pack, pride, troop, tribe, or community, or whatever, as it always is with animals who are never troubled with any sexual hassles.
"Anything goes at the Club in the way of sex, healthy sex, normal sex, mate swapping, if that's what's wanted, or group sex. Whatever comes naturally, or turns you on.
"Even homosexuals aren't excluded as long as they aren't obnoxious, and don't try to proselytize to the straights, the normals.
"As a matter of fact, before anyone can become a member, the Club does a psychiatric profile, or more correctly, I suppose you could call it a sexo-psycho profile on the applicant. That way they weed out the drug addicts, the alcoholics, the sex freaks, the sadomasochists, the sex weirdoes, or those who just join for promiscuity.
"Furthermore every female member, or guest, has to prove to the satisfaction of the Admissions' Director, right there at the entrance, that she's using some form of adequate birth control, pills or intrauterine device, or whatever, or that she's past her menopause. That's not only to protect the women from getting unwanted pregnancies, but also to protect the males from having any unwarranted paternity suits slapped on them." He paused at last.
"By the way," he resumed a few moments later, sounding concerned, "l forgot to ask, but I suppose you've got proof? About the birth control bit?"
She laughed. "Don't worry, blister. I've got a copy of my prescription for the pills with me. And the pills. I always carry them."
"Good girl," he approved.
Conversation lagged after that. Marilyn began wondering exactly what she was getting into. Ted, concentrated on his driving. After a while he switched on semi-classical music on the cartridge tape player under the dashboard.
The heat, the motion of the car, and the music all combined to make her drowsy, and she fell asleep: When she awoke she saw that they had left the main highway and were on a two-lane, asphalt country road that hugged what appeared to be a narrow ledge running along a canyon wall, halfway between the rugged cliffs, hundreds of feet above them at the top, and the wild gorge, more hundreds of feet below them, at the bottom of the canyon. She judged that they were on the north side of the canyon, still going west.
"Juniper Canyon?" she asked.
"Juniper Canyon," he affirmed. "We're almost there. Have a good nap?"
"Uh-huhn. Can't I get closer to you now, Ted? I feel so -- sort of lost. Overwhelmed by all this wild scenery. I need something to cling to for a moment. Like a good, hard cock. Something that's down to my size, serviceable, that I can do things to and manage and that wants me to do it. All this magnificent scenery -- the tall cypress and pine trees, the boundless blue sky, the hot, blazing sun -- this thousand-foot-deep canyon -- all this doesn't give a damn about little me.
"I need something that does, something to reassure me. Like your cock, baby. Please?"
He smiled. "Okay, sweetie. A quick feel. The Club gates are just around this long curve we're on." He zipped down his fly.
She slid over next to him, stuck her hand in his crotch, felt his moist balls and the slit at the end of his still quiescent penis. Her fingers stroked the little organ. In seconds the cock began to grow. She felt ever so much better. She smiled demurely. "Sweet little cock," she murmured in his ear.
He took one hand off the steering wheel, reached it over to her lap. Avidly she pulled aside the crotch piece of her bikini panties with her free hand. His fingers touched her bare vulva and stroked it. She jumped with sexual delight.
A few seconds later, . though, he removed his hand from her pussy, used the hand to pull her fingers off his hard-on, re-zipped his fly, and said, succinctly, "Right ahead of us, honey."
She saw that the ledge on which they had been traveling had widened to a level shelf, almost a mesa, which, she learned later, was roughly a mile wide and about a mile and a half long. It was the only really useable level spot in all of Juniper Canyon. Its inaccessibility, and its remoteness from other communities, was what had originally attracted the Apollo Sun Club to purchase it as the site of their Club.
"Would you believe we're only twenty-five miles from downtown Los Angeles?" asked Ted, as he slowed the car to turn into the parking lot. "The ocean's just five miles further on, to the West over there." He gestured ahead down the road.
There were no roads for autos in the grounds of the Club. They parked the car and walked toward the entrance gates.
"Every member vouches for, and is responsible for, his, or her, guests," Ted cautioned her as they neared the gates. "So do me proud, baby. Don't do anything to put me to shame. Or fail to do anything that's expected of you. Don't make me regret having brought you."
Exactly as he'd told her, they were handed baskets at the Admissions' Gate, and right there, in the open, they were expected to undress.
Ted, who was not only the attorney for the Club, but also a member in long standing, proceeded to do so nonchalantly.
Marilyn felt strange at first as she began stripping publicly, deprived of the covering for her body which her upbringing and the dictates of the Society to which she was accustomed had conditioned her to need.
Fortunately, because it was noon, and the Club was on the north side of the canyon with the June sun swinging to the south in the sky, the sun's rays beat down on the Club's grounds and its warmth somehow made the disrobing easier for her to take: As she stepped out of her last garment, her bikini panties, and put it into her basket, and stood naked there in front of Ted, and saw Ted look at her and nod approvingly, she was puzzled, and disappointed, by the fact that his cock hadn't risen a fraction of an inch on beholding her naked beauty, as it had risen so gloriously before at the same identical vision of her, in the privacy of her bedroom.
Nor, she noted, had the cock of the Admissions' Officer, standing nearby, also nude, moved a centimeter toward erection!
Before she had time to analyze the strange reaction her nakedness was getting, she had to busy herself presenting her doctor's prescription for her birth control pills, as well as the box of pills themselves, as proof of her compliance with the Club's rules.
Then, taking their baskets of clothes on their arms, Ted led the way down a winding footpath. They soon arrived at a large clearing where she saw the main buildings of the Club. It was a motel-type structure: two two-story-high buildings constructed in an enormous U-shape, the two wings separated by a wide patio with a swimming pool, and the be, or bottom of the U-shape comprising a big lobby and the restaurant and bar, appropriately named the `Sun Lounge.' "There are thirty units on each of the two floors of each wing, or leg of the U," Ted explained the lay-out to her as they walked along toward the front entrance to the lobby. "That makes a total of 120 rooms. Many of the units are actually small suites-bedroom, bath, parlor and kitchenette.
"The Club keeps its membership at no more than one hundred. Membership fees are $1,000 a year. So that brings it about $100,000 per year. About half the members maintain year-round leases on the suites here which rent for $2500 a year. The rest of the units are available on daily, weekend, or weekly rates for members and their guests.
"I'm giving you all these facts so you'll know that the Apollo Sun Club is a highly solvent operation, a profitable operation. One that generates a lot of business, and therefore it can mean money to the merchants of Oakdale when we move there. That's something you should impress on your Zoning Board and on your Town Councilmen, my dear."
"If it's all so great here," wondered Marilyn aloud, "what do you want to leave? Aside from having gotten such a fantastic price for the property from that developer who bought it from you, I mean?"
"Well, that's a pretty solid reason all by itself. The Club will realize half a million dollars clear profit on the sale. But, more importantly, because we're in a canyon, and because we're on the north side of the canyon, it's often, too often, much too chilly for nudity outdoors. Particularly in the early mornings even in summer.
"That's why Oakdale is ideal. The climate there is much warmer and much more stable year round. No fog and almost constant sunshine."
She could appreciate his reasoning and nodded to indicate that she understood.
They went into the lobby where she saw a dozen or more people, men and women, all unconcernedly naked, chatting together or reading.
They had to check their baskets of clothes at the front desk and Ted got the key to his suite from the desk clerk, and they sauntered out to the patio, and along the swimming pool where she saw still more naked people, even teenagers and children, all quite nonchalant about their nakedness, swimming, sunning themselves or just lounging about.
Ted's room was #22-A, on the ground floor, at the far end of one of the wings. He opened the door and motioned her inside. She saw that it was one of the large suites -- bedroom, bath, parlor and kitchenette.
She expected him to want to fuck her then; yet, oddly enough, she didn't feel very horny herself. She made no objection when he proposed, "Let's go have some lunch and then how about a round of golf?"
"Golf! Here!" she was surprised.
He took her to the window that looked out beyond the patio. In the distance she caught a glimpse of one of the greens of the golf course.
"There are tennis courts, too," he told her. "Incidentally, that's the only place you're allowed to wear anything even remotely resembling clothes. When playing tennis, the men can wear jock straps, and the women narrow bras. That's so the men can keep their cocks and balls, and the women their boobs, from bouncing about unmercifully as they serve, and race about the court, trying to return serves, or lob balls back and forth."
At lunch, sitting naked in the Sun Lounge, surrounded by other naked diners, and served by naked waitresses, Ted gave her the rules of the golf game they would be playing.
"It's a small course, only nine holes. We'll get together with another couple, to make a foursome. Off at the edge of each green there's a leafy, tree shaded, bush sheltered glade. At each hole, as we play, we compare scores. The loser for each hole, that is the highest scorer, pays for his high score, or her high score, for that hole, by getting flicked by the other three players in the foursome, anyway they want to do it. And then we go on to the next green in the course."
For the first time since their arrival at the club, her clit zinged to life.
"Wow!" she cried, her eyes big, "I can hardly wait!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It wasn't until the third green, however, that Marilyn found herself paying the penalty for being the "loser" at that hole. Off on the grassy glade, beside the third green, under the shade of tall trees, and somewhat sheltered by a hedge of bushes, she and Ted were lying on their right sides, next to each other, her back to his front, his cock up inside her, thrashing her vagina so gloriously as he screwed her from the rear.
A young man, Frankie Dall, not yet twenty years old, red-haired, with a rugged body, sexually well hung, lay on his left side, facing her, with her head between his legs, at his crotch, resting on his left thigh, his cock in her mouth while she worked on it, happily and voraciously, to give him a blow-job.
A cock in her cunt and a cock in her mouth! Wow! she thought to herself.
But that wasn't all! They weren't a foursome for nothing! No indeed!
Up beyond Marilyn's head, facing Frankie, the fourth member of their party, cute, vivacious, chestnut-haired eighteen-year-old Wendy Warren lay on her right side, her crotch level with Frankie's head, which was resting on the inner side of Wendy's right thigh, while Frankie sucked Wendy's cunt.
It was the first penalty they'd had. None of them pretended to be really good golfers. Indeed, as they'd agreed laughingly among themselves when they'd started the game, they weren't playing to achieve serious scores, but for sex.
They'd been all even on the first two holes. On the third green, after teeing off, Marilyn had had the misfortune to drive her ball into a sand-trap bunker. It had taken her three strokes to get out of that; then, on the green, only a few feet from the cup, her putt had rolled right past the cup, and she'd had to use two more strokes to get the ball in the hole. That put her five strokes up, higher than the others.
Now she was quite happily paying the penalty for being the loser. It was Ted who had decided how they'd fuck her. For a moment she'd feared he'd arrange it so that it would be Frankie who'd be fucking her in the cunt. Eventually she knew, she'd be doing that too. In fact, once she'd seen how' magnificent the young man's 'erection was, she'd drooled a little, inwardly, at the prospect of having that great shaft reaming around in her love-chamber. But, mentally -- or was it emotionally she wondered -- she wasn't quite ready to have yet another man fucking her.
She'd therefore been quietly appreciative when Ted had laid out the fuck-pattern for them. Now she was thoroughly relishing the thrusting of Ted's ram-rod of a cock in her vibrating pussy, and the taste and feel of Frankie's bulging, enormous, youthful, relatively unused tool in her mouth.
Her awareness that the young girl, Wendy, was having cunnilingus done to her by the same man on whom she was performing fellatio added excitement to Marilyn's ecstasy.
"Isn't this wild! Great! Super-super!" she heard Ted exclaim from behind her.
At the same moment she could hear muffled cries from Frankie's mouth buried in Wendy's snatch and she felt a sudden massive swelling of Frankie's organ in her own mouth as Frankie rammed his cock deeper into her oral cavity, clear to the back of her throat, almost gagging her, and let loose a hot flow of sweet-tasting sperm and semen.
Marilyn sucked harder on the cock, thrilling to its spasmodic spurts as it ejected more and more of his life-creating, life-giving seed.
The young man's orgasm in her mouth spurred the start of her own climax, and to obtain the utmost additional sexual pleasure out of that, she wriggled her twat jabbingly over Ted's solid, turgid pole in her sex-hole until her whole body was on fire with orgasmic tingling.
Ted came in her then, too, madly flailing his tool in her, slapping his thighs again and again and again against her buttocks, grunting, groaning, shouting in the throes of his passion.
Up at Frankie's head, under the influence of Frankie's expertise at cunnilingus, his tongue slipping rhythmically at her thrill-generating little clit, Wendy, too, mounted her own climax, screaming "Oh, God!" and "Suck me hard, stud! Suck it! Wham it! I'm having it!"
Frankie's prick, spent, fell out of Marilyn's mouth. The tenseness in his groin, and the muscles of his thighs, relaxed, and his free right leg (his left thigh was still pinned. under her head) which he had energetically waved about, straight up in the air, at the apex of his orgasm, now rested stretched out along and parallel to the front of her body.
Ted's pud, too, had deflated and dropped out of her crack, though he continued ecstatically to caress her belly, her mons veneris, and her thighs.
Wendy rolled her crotch off Frankie's head and lay on her back, slowly recovering her normal breathing.
"That was lovely," they all heard the young girl say. But," she warned them stridently, "next time we do this fuck-penalty bit, I'm the girl who gets a cock in her cunt no matter what and first thing off!"
No one disputed her. They had six more holes to play so they assumed there'd be plenty of turn-about and variety for all of them. They all lay on their backs for a while, close to each other, hands touching bodies lightly, gazing up at the blue sky, their skin warmed by the sun's rays dappling down, on them through the branches of the pine trees.
Ted and Marilyn hadn't started to play golf immediately after lunch. First Ted had taken her around to introduce her to some of the other Club members who happened to be in the dining room, and later, in the lobby.
It was in the lobby that she had met the architect, Wilfred Vanderhoff, an intense, preoccupied looking man in his forties. Wilfred, Ted explained to her, had been commissioned to draw up the plans for the new Club structures to be built on the Baldwin Ranch acreage in Oakdale, to which the Club would be moving as soon as the zoning variance problem had been straightened out.
Wilfred insisted on leading them off to an alcove of the lobby where he proudly showed them the three-dimensional scale model he'd made of the proposed way the new Club-house, or motel, would look, and how the two thousand acres surrounding it would be utilized and landscaped.
"As you can see we're going to keep part of the or -- chards," Wilfred pointed out that feature on the model. "Ted here tells me that should qualify us for the agricultural zoning we want. Then there'll be a fifteen-foot high brick and stone wall all around the property." Again he indicated what he was talking about on the model. "Together with an extensive planting of tall hedges and trees both inside and outside the wall. That ought to keep the curious out and give us some of the privacy we've always had so easily here in the Canyon because of the rugged, isolated terrain all around us."
They thanked Wilfred and left him soon after that. Ted took her out to the patio. There, too, briefly he introduced her to more people. She found that even though she and all the people she was meeting were naked it was becoming more and more natural and normal to her. At first her eyes, on meeting someone, had inevitably riveted immediately on their pubic regions, conscious of the shapes of the mons veneris on the females, ma of the size of the men's peckers. Not one of the male organs had jumped to attention as their possessors had met her, or, as she passed those she wasn't being introduced to yet, as she went by them.
She was beginning to understand, she told herself, that it took more than just the always present visibility of naked bodies, including the obvious sexual equipment of those bodies, to stir up erotic feelings, not only in the, males, where it would be most clearly evident, but also in herself.
Normally, the moment Jerry, and, the last two days, Ted, her temporary lover, had stripped and revealed their naked bodies to her, even without a hard-on, she had always become instantly horny. Now the sight of all those male groins, crotches, mats of pubic hair, scrotum bags of testicles, and dangling, but totally non-erect, penises all around her hadn't produced a single raunchy tremor in her vagina!
Furthermore, she had concluded, as she looked around her more and more, nudity seemed to have had a definite salutary effect on its practitioners, its devotees, if she were to judge by the excellent physical condition of the members she had seen thus far.
There were no pot bellies on either the men or the women; no sagging, unsightly boobs on the women; no ugly, deformed butts, or bulging thighs on either the men or women; no spindly legs trying to support fat, ungainly torsos.
They were all nicely tanned and in top physical shape; even those men and women who were very obviously in their fifties, sixties, and a few even, incredibly, in their seventies!
It was at the edge of the swimming pool that they ran into Wendy and Frankie. The young couple had just clambered out of the water after a swim.
"Frankie Dall's dad, Bill Dall, is the resident manager of the Club," Ted explained to Marilyn as he made introductions. "Wendy Warren's father is the well-known New York and Hollywood agent, Peter Warren, who is also one of our most active members. Hey," he turned to the pair, "how about you kids joining us in a round of sex golf?"
"Sounds great, man," enthused Frankie. "What are the ground rules?"
Briefly, Ted outlined them.
"Wow!" whistled young Frankie, his eyes boldly looking Marilyn over.
"Hey, Daddy-o, you're for me," was Wendy's comment as she surveyed Ted approvingly. "Not," she hastened to add, "that Frankie isn't a good whang man, a great fuck, but he is kind of callow, inexperienced. I'll just bet," she smirked openly at Ted, "you can really storm a cunt! Can he?" She directed her last remark pointedly to Marilyn.
"He can," assured Marilyn, her arm around Ted's waist, but her eyes almost popping as she saw Frankie's prong start to pulsate.
Ted, too, had seen what was happening to Frankie. Quickly he herded them off to the golf shed adjacent to the first, starting, green. They got bags of clubs and an electric golf-cart. They stowed the clubs in the cart and teed off, one after the other, down the fairway.
Now, at the third green, rested after their hectic sex gambol in the grass, they teed off once more, driving for the fourth hole.
Again they were all evenly matched through the next two holes, the fourth and the fifth. But on the sixth hole, Wendy, deliberately in Marilyn's opinion, came out the loser.
As they walked into the nearby glade, Wendy gurgled, "Give me a real far-out penalty, Daddy-o!" she wheedled Ted. "Like the works, maybe. Like you up my cunt, and I'll suck your Marilyn while she gives my Frankie a blow-job again."
"Suck me, like hell!" Marilyn objected vehemently. "I get a kick out of cunnilingus from a stud, but I've never had it from a woman. Let Frankie fuck me proper while Ted fucks you. I sucked Frankie once already. Now I want him in my box, in my cunt. I really do. I can hardly wait to feel him in there." She looked questioningly at Ted. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Christ, no!" Ted was emphatic. "That's what this game is, doll! Group sex! The golf is incidental."
"Okay, I'm the loser," Wendy shrugged resignedly."
I guess I have to take it any way the rest of you want to dish it out."
"Let's do 'em from the rear, dog-fashion," proposed Ted. "Get down on all fours, girls," he instructed them. "Side by side and show us your beautiful butt-ends with your cracks smiling at us and inviting us in!"
Obediently, with alacrity, the two women plopped down on their knees. But they didn't bend over yet so that they were on their hands and knees. Instead, "Stand in front of us and let us suck you a little first," demanded Wendy.
The two men moved in front of them and the girls went to work on their dicks, licking them all along their entire lengths from their base in the crotch to the blunt, purple-skinned, palpitating cockheads; they caressed the balls, hefting them in them hands, almost comparing them amusedly. The saliva dribbled out of their mouths and they used it as a lubricant as they popped their mouths over the big, tumescent, throbbing organs; they slid them between their teeth, biting them gently occasionally. As they sucked them they ran the ends of their tongues over their aching cocks.
The men twisted their torsos about and twined the hair on the girls' heads around their fingers as they pressed the girls, by the backs of their heads, more tightly over their swollen dicks.
At a signal between them, the men pulled out of the mouths and switched girls; after a few moments they switched back, scarcely missing a suck.
Soon the girls had had enough. With a single, coordinated motion they yanked the hefty puds out of their mouths, cried, with a single voice, "Not dog-fashion!" and slid down on the grass on their backs, opened their thighs, and humped their torsos up and down salaciously. "Fuck us!" they commanded.
The men dropped down on their knees, each one between the legs of his pre-designated target, Frankie straddling Marilyn, and Ted positioned between Wendy's thighs.
In tandem, almost, the men lifted the women's cunts up by their hands under their buttocks, and plunged their hot, solid hunks of meat deep into the pliant, welcoming love-slits.
The women yowled with delight and ecstasy. Rhythmically, again almost in unison, the men began riding the cunts, in, out, in, out, back and forth, back and forth, now drawing out slowly, slowly, until the end of the pole almost left the hole, and then slamming back in with the most beautiful, senseboggling force that the girls loved, showing how much by the way they squealed and cried and bleated for "More! More! More! Harder! Faster! Don't dilly dally so long before you ram yourself back in! Oh, my God, that's out of sight! Beautiful!"
At first, for a moment, Marilyn had felt as though her cuntal passage was being split apart by Frankie's absolutely enormous shaft; but, as she had long ago learned, vaginas were marvelously adjustable ( after all, she reminded herself in an odd, quirky aside to herself between gasps of orgiastic pleasure, at the mighty moment a cunt stretched open wide enough to permit the birth of a baby) and her pussy soon accommodated itself to the extra large, seemingly extra cement-hard erection of the young stud. Soon it was sending the most extraordinary spate of thrills soaring from her clit, and her vaginal walls, all through her sexual-sensory system, from cunt to brain.
Miraculously they all orgasmed simultaneously heaving, puffing, squealing, yelling, mouthing colorful and descriptive epithets of encouragement, and appreciation at each other, the women's voices high-pitched and the men's deep-throated and bass.
They were all even again on the seventh hole. As they played the eighth green, Marilyn suddenly realized that she no longer felt the least bit embarrassed at being naked among naked people; indeed, she was enjoying it tremendously.
How right Ted was, she reflected to herself, in his. contention that nudity gave one a sense of freedom. At that point she teed off. Her ball landed in a bunker of tall grass. She chose a number 9. niblick to deal with it. As she took her stance and tested the lie of the ball and the arc in which she'd be swinging the club to send the ball up on the green, she saw that the others were standing around nearby, waiting for her to finish, watching her.
At that moment;(#or the first time, she actually gloried in her nakedness. She could tell by the way they were looking at her that they got pleasure from seeing how lovely she was, how graceful, from gazing at every bit of her natural, naked body, her long flowing hair, her face, her breasts, belly, thighs, cunt, buttocks, legs, her sex, her femaleness.
Oddly she found herself wishing Jerry were there to see her. She and Jerry would both have to join this nude club, she promised herself.
She finished the play on that green with new zest, new expectation, avidly wondering what form the next fuck-penalty would take for them.
She was elated when, as they toted up the scores for that hole, it turned out that Ted was the loser. She decided right then that she'd be the. game-caller, the leader, that time around. There was no objection from the others. She knew just what she'd have them do. She'd often day-dreamed about how absolutely magnificent it would be if her body were somehow suspended in a sitting position with her cunt impaled on a huge, standing-up cock of a man lying on his back in a prone position, and she could swing her twat about on it freely, without weight or pressure.
"My God!" she thought to herself in a flash, now she could try it.
"I've always dreamed of doing this," she prefaced her instructions to them. "I don't know how it'll work out, but let's give it a try.
"You lie on the grass, Ted, your face up to the sky. That's right," she approved as he did as bidden. His cock pointed straight up in the air, at right angles to his crotch.
"Now, Wendy, you get on one side of me; and, Frankie on the other side of me." They did so. "I'll put my arms around your necks to support my weight." She did just that. "Now each of you grab my thigh nearest you, just above my knee, which I'll keep bent, so that my lower legs hang down." They held her in the position she had indicated. "Now walk, holding me like this, over to Ted, standing with me just above his crotch, one of you on each side of him." They carried her over. "Now, keep on holding me, but lower me down on his cock! Oh! Oh!" she cried as they eased her slit over Ted's big, straining, red-crested shaft, "that's so fantastic! So really wild! The wildest!"
She kept on screaming in animal abandon, lost in the sensation of total lust, as Frankie and Wendy joggled her up and down on the cock, swaying her back-wards and forwards at the same time. The tingling thrills sent through her body with the speed of lightning were the most satisfying, the most lascivious, the . most shattering she had ever known. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" she was bellowing in almost no time at all. "Bang me up and down! Harder! Harder! Faster! Faster! Oh, God, what a cock! What a way to fuck a cock! It's driving me beautifully, in-sanely, gloriously mad! Hold me up! Up! Now down! Down! I'm a floating orgasm! No weight to me! No weight on me! I'm nothing but a climaxing clit! I'm a free, flying cunt, coming off again and again and again and -- Oh, Jesus! Ted!"
She had a new orgasm, more powerful than the former one, she was sure, as she felt Ted's jet stream of come cream into her, hitting the walls of her trembling, hungry, voracious vagina. The force of his climax made him jerk his hips and pelvis about on the ground to get every last possible, agonizingly superlative thrill out of her hot cuntal channel, grasping and clutching at his throbbing cock.
The moment of high passion over for both of them, Marilyn let her body go limp, sag, a dead weight on Wendy and Frankie. The two young people lifted her' and laid her gently down beside Ted who was gasping to regain his normal composure. Wendy stayed beside Ted, caressing him and crooning to him. Frankie did the same to Marilyn.
The young couple were avid to have the same thing done to them. As soon as the older pair had recovered sufficiently, they set about repeating the pattern, but with Frankie on his back on the grass this time, and Marilyn and Ted holding the panting Wendy's gasping, voracious bunt over Frankie's giant prong, and jostling and jogging it about, up and down, and back and forth a little, in the same fashion that Marilyn's pussy had been handled on Ted's cock.
Wendy climaxed first, so tremendously, so exhaustingly that her body went limp before Frankie came. Ted and Marilyn literally had to bang her about, a total dead weight in their arms, on Frankie's striving, pleading, orgasm-begging tool until at last, he, too, bleating and howling, made it with his own climax.
They lifted Wendy off him and she lay in a heap on the grass, her whole body trembling blissfully with total, complete, soul-stirring satisfaction.
That time they all took much longer recovering from their deep-felt, cherished ordeal. By mutual agreement they didn't bother to play the ninth hole, because even if one of them were to come up the loser, they felt that they couldn't top what they'd just experienced on the eighth green, and, frankly, realistically, they were all simply too used up, sexually and emotionally, to manage another sex penalty session that afternoon.
The foursome broke up. There were other members of the Club that Ted wanted to see and talk to, but Marilyn was just far too spent, too tired for any further socializing. With Ted's consent she went up to his room, crept into bed, and promptly went to sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
At dinner that night Marilyn got a shock that jolted her. At first she couldn't believe her eyes. It wasn't possible! Coincidences like that simply didn't happen! Not to everyday people. Not to her. Not to Marilyn Chadwick!
"Ted," she leaned breathlessly across the table to mumble to him, "look over there at the third table near the front windows. Isn't that --?"
"Yes," he affirmed, giving the table in question a quick nod, followed by a friendly wave of his hand to those seated at it. "That's Norwood Klinger, the evening TV newscaster on LA's KTLA-CBS station. He's one of our more recent Apollo Sun Club members."
"Not him," insisted Marilyn, still whispering. "One of the two women with him. Isn't she -- Gwen? Jerry's ex-wife!"
"Well, I'll be damned!" exclaimed Ted as he shot a more discerning glance at the trio at the table. "It is. Hey, who do you suppose the sexy, little trick with them is?"
"Probably the butch's current cunt!" sniffed Marilyn.
"Her WHAT! The what? Butch!?". he stared unbelievingly at Marilyn, then shook his head, sorrowfully, chiding her. "Just because she used to be Jerry's wife, your rival, your competition, you don't have to be so catty. So bitchy."
"Bitchy? Catty? Hell, buster! Fact! She's an out and out lesbian."
"I don't believe it!"
Succinctly Marilyn told him how Gwen had Jerry bring girls home, or brought them home herself, to satisfy her lesbian cravings, and how she had occasionally shared them with him, while she watched.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Ted shook his head sadly, ruefully when she had finished. "I never would have imagined it, suspected it. Poor old Jerry. I guess I should be damn glad she married him instead of me. If that had happened to me -- finding out about it, I mean -- and having her -- you know, with the girls hell, I'd have blown my cool. I'd have beat the shit out of her.
"Mind you, Marilyn, I'm no prude. But let the homos, and the weirdoes, male and female, stick to themselves and don't go mixing up their aberrations with us straight people.
"Of course, I don't have anything against the girls I'm busy fucking having a little breast sucking, and even maybe some mild cunnilingus -- as you saw this afternoon out on the golf course -- and always as long as Pm there, a man, to finish the, job and give the punts a natural, proper screwing."
Suddenly Gwen was right there at their table, big as life, her big, shapely breasts bobbling about in front of her. She had the newscaster on one side of her and the petite, jet-black-haired girl on the other side.
"Ted!" she caroled in her rich, husky voice. "Imagine meeting you here! How many years has it been anyway since our UCLA days? Ages! Ages!"
"And Marilyn! Little Marilyn Petersen. Oh, I beg your pardon. Marilyn Chadwick now, isn't it? Yes, of course. Well, my dear, how sweet, how charming you do look with all your clothes off! I had no idea -- ! Really something! I can see now why my husband traded me in for you! Whatever are you doing here, my dear? Is Jerry here, too?"
"Not right now," stammered Marilyn. "He's in-in Honolulu for a few days."
Gwen shot Ted an amused look. "While the cat's away -- the old torn cat, eh, Ted? You -- and the mice -- the little mouse," she threw Marilyn a knowing, salacious leer, "will play, eh? Well. Well."
"Oh, yes," she gestured to Norwood, "I'm sure you all know Norwood. You see, him on TV every night if you watch the news. Norwood Klinger. Norwood, meet Ted Stockton. He's a lawyer. And Marilyn -- that is, Mrs. Jerry Chadwick. She and her husband are real estate brokers up Oakdale way.
"And this," here she fondly tousled the hair of the girl with her, "this is Camille Desbiens. A French-Canadian. She's not very well known here in the States. But in Canada she's quite a movie star. And, of course, in France. Oh, yes," she concluded, "we'll be here several days. We're Norwood's guests. So I do hope we'll have a chance to visit and have a nice chat. 'Bye now!"
Without further ado she led the newscaster and the actress out of the Sun Lounge.
"Just so she keeps away from me," Marilyn muttered as she and Ted watched the backs of the departing trio.
"Don't worry about it, doll," Ted said, bestowing a wicked smile on her. "I promise you'll be kept so busy -- and so satiated -- she won't be able to make you respond to her no matter what she tries. This weekend is going to be one long, never ending orgasm for you, that's for sure."
"Super!" Her eyes shone.
"Between what I do myself and all the other studs around here -- "
"Like Frankie Dall?" she cut in to ask mischievously.
"Better than Frankie. Frankie's just a boy." He paused, eyed her solicitously. "By the way how do you feel by now?"
"Great!"
"Your pussy? How does that feel?"
"Wonderful!"
"I'll bet you've never used it quite so much in so short a time before, eh?"
"Never!" she conceded, grinning fondly at him.
"But it does feel good?" he pressed her.
"I told you. Absolutely wonderful!"
He nodded, pleased. a "That's what I'm working to get you to understand, baby. Every part of one's body must be used to function. If you don't use. it, it atrophies. Your legs, arms, fingers, muscles, nerve endings, even your voice and your hearing, your sex organs.
"Use 'em, or lose 'em, to re-state the proposition in its simplest terms." His tone became more earnest as he continued.
"I call it the one overwhelming law of the cock. But it's applicable to women, too, believe me."
"The iron law of the cock?" she was properly puzzled.
Again he nodded, repeated, "The iron law of the cock for a man, every man. Use it, or lose it. Fuck with your cock or forfeit your manhood, your maleness, and turn into a vegetable, a cowering, aimless, pointless, useless vegetable. In short the average, usually unhappy, frustrated, unfulfilled male of the 20th Century, USA!"
"That's not you, Ted! No way!" she flattered him.
"You're damn right it's not! Nor any other member of this Club, either. We're people here, men and women both, sexually alive, vital, real persons. And we're going to say that way. Yes, and when I'm done with you, you'll be like that, too!"
"I'm putty in your hands," she dimpled a smile at him.
"Yes. Well, that's something I've been meaning to talk to you about all day. Just staying here two days of the weekend, today and tomorrow, isn't anywhere near enough, baby. You mustn't split so soon. You've got to stay longer. Three, four, five days at the least."
The moment he suggested it, she knew it was what she wanted, too. Aside from all the fun she knew was in store for her, if Jerry wasn't going to be back home from Hawaii till the end of the week -- or even if he was, she found herself thinking, serve him right if he didn't find her exactly where he'd left her, pining at home in Oakdale, his ever-ready-at-hand fuck-mate for him, available at his pleasure, or meekly prepared to endure abstinence if he happened to be momentarily all tuckered out by his tom-catting around!
All the same she felt she had to offer token objections to the way Ted was blithely ordering her about!
"I don't know... " she began hesitantly, then dropped that gambit, teased instead; 'Doctor's orders?"
"Dr. Cock's orders," he said grandly, putting his hand over hers and guiding the hand to his penis under the table.
"Wow!" she jumped, sniggered. "Well," she temporized as he returned her hand to the top of the table, in order, she surmised, to give his hard-on time to retreat, "I'll have to phone the office -- "
"That's what phones are for," hid complacently and, she thought, a little inanely. "There's a dance tonight," he told her after a moment's pause. "In the grotto. I'll take you."
"What'll I -- " She laughed self-consciously; she'd started to say, "What'll I wear? She changed it to, "What'll I do, dancing naked, if the stud I'm with gets a hard-on?"
Ted shrugged elaborately. "Do whatever comes naturally. Of course," he added judiciously, "that's up to you and the stud."
"Well. Well."
"That's what dancing is, basically, isn't it? Always has been. A preliminary to the sex act. Foreplay, you might properly categorize it. Or, too often, particularly with clothes on, a frustrating substitute, especially if the act isn't consummated."
She frowned. "You really try to reduce everything right down to the sex act, don't you!"
"I'm a very basic guy, baby. Right, slam, splat down to fundamentals. The two most basic, essential things for us, for all animals, including man. Eating and fucking. Now eat up your dessert," for the waitress had served their crepe suzettes and coffee, "and let's go dance."
"Where's the grotto?"
"About an eighth of a mile from here. It's outdoors. But it's heated. Very cozy. You'll see."
"How do we get there?"
"Walk."
"In this cold?" she was astonished. "I mean, it's not chilly in here. But it sure is outside."
"I know. We still walk. It'll only take five minutes. You can snuggle up to me, doll. I'll keep you warm."
"You better!"
It was nine o'clock when, his arm about her, holding her close to him, they walked briskly along a tree-lined path, down a slight incline. A silvery half-moon hung romantically in the sky. The scent of pine needles, distilled in the evening dew, permeated the air. Though it was cold out, their bodies still felt warm from the creme de menthe after-dinner drink they'd just downed.
At last they came out of the relative dimness of the shaded lane they had been traversing, into a level, grassy clearing, or grotto, which was about a hundred feet square. Ropes of colored lights, strung from the limbs high on the trees bordering the area, criss-crossed the glade.
Dozens of naked couples were already dancing to the throbbing music of a seven-piece orchestra whose musicians, like everyone else, were naked. Further, Marilyn noted with amazement, two of the musicians were female, the pianist and the drummer.
Blasts of warm air played over the grotto from a dozen huge heaters, spaced effectively around the perimeter of the area.
Some of the couples were dancing with the male's cock tucked between the woman's thighs, just below the vee of her mons veneris; some males had the cock up the twats of their female partners and the pairs were doing a drive to climax to the rhythm of the music; some couples were dancing near each other, performing steps to the music that displayed their sex organs' charms to each other, but not as yet touching each other in any way.
Marilyn stared around at the heady scene, utterly fascinated, waves of raunchy anticipation starting to engulf her.
"You'll notice there's no fighting she heard Ted saying. "No irrational jealousy. No `keep away from my cock' -- or `keep your hands off my cunt'. That's because nobody's left out. Everyone is getting as much fucking as she or he wants or can take."
With that, he swung away from her side, stood in front of her, held his arms out to her and began moving to the beat of the orchestra. She came into his arms.
The sensuous throb of the music, and the sensual touch of her body against his, soon had them both panting for sex. A rolling tingle started in her clit and threaded its way through her body as she felt his ramrod grow in strength and hardness till its blunt knob-end knocked against her snatch.
"Let me in!" he wheezed urgently in her car, starting to bring them to a halt so he could stoop a little in front of her and gain entrance to her love-pot.
She would have complied, too, but she saw another stud loom up across Ted's shoulder. The newcomer was dark-haired, younger than Ted and with a wild, horny look in his eyes. He tapped Ted on the shoulder.
"Mind if I cut in?"
"Ronnie!" exclaimed Ted. As he relinquished her to Ronnie, he performed the introductions. "Ronnie Meredith. Marilyn Chadwick."
The new stud whisked her off in his arms, pushing his own hard flagpole against the softness of her pussy. Moments later, as she and 'Ronnie whirled around the grassy dance area, she saw,. out of the corner of her eye, that Ted had a dazzlingly buxom blonde in his arms. Still more moments later, wheeled about by Ronnie, she stared wide-eyed as she saw Ted and the blonde off in the grass at the side of the dancing area, the blonde on her back, her legs kicking violently straight up in the air as Ted, atop her, galloped his prong in her. "Jealous?" cried Ronnie, conscious of the sudden stiffening of her body at what she had just witnessed.
"Hell, no!"
"We could do the same thing."
"Why not!"
She slipped out of his arms at the edge of the grass and pulled him out of circulation with her. She got him down on his back, knelt at his crotch, bent her head over his wildly bobbing pole, captured its angry head between her straining lips and began kissing it, stroking it, licking it, from its origin south of his anus all the way to its bulging glans ridge and the slit in its business end. She plopped it into her mouth and began sucking it and eating it hungrily.
"No blow-job, please," he begged after a bit. "Let's fuck!"
"Just priming the pump," she retorted archly, after giving him a final, long, slurping suck and tugging lasciviously on his full, tight balls with her hands.
She flipped down on her back, spreading the glory and the promise of her body for him. She groaned and moaned with intense, exquisite pleasure as he leapt astride her burning thighs and split her palpitating cunt-lips apart with his wonderful "baton of a cock. He machine-gunned it in and out of her, pelvis locked to pelvis, her breasts crushed into his chest, her legs moving frenetically against the sides of his body wild lust holding them willing captives in its grip.
With the music beating in her brain, and his great cock banging rhythmically back and forth across her aching, swollen clitoris, matching the tempo of the drumming in the orchestra; she began building a beautiful, massive, out-of-this world orgasm for herself.
Her cuntal muscles twitched. The pores of her body opened with her exertions and her pleasure, and her body was quickly drenched with sex-scented perspiration. Her eyes began to roll. Her neck arched back. He machine-gunned her womb with his fiery wand faster and faster and faster!
At last she let go with a voluptuous plunging of her torso and her whole body spasmed with climax, while he yowled filthy obscenities in her ear, to make them both hotter.
He, too, blasted off, and felt the delicious reflexes of her vaginal walls drain him clean as she gave him a final barrel-roll of her cunt around his emptying nozzle of a cock!
"Whee-e-e!" he mewled, entranced, as the last drop of his come shot out of him and he collapsed ecstatically over her.
How good it felt, she thought! But now she was mad for more. This new, total sexual satiation, of a kind and quantity, she had never before known, thrilled her through and through, exhilarated her. She wanted more -- more -- more -- more -- She urged the stud up off her. It didn't really matter what name a stud went by, she found herself deciding, just as long as he had a cock attached to him. Why waste time with introductions! But, yes, she also knew suddenly, she wouldn't ,want the same cock in her time after time, not that night. As she let her eyes rove around at all the males dancing and copulating she, knew she was going to have as many of those cocks as she could manage to stuff into her honey-pot in the next few hours.
Nothing mattered any more except fuck, fuck, fuck, variety, variety, variety, cock after cock after cock!
In moments she was up off the grass and out dancing again, first off with the stud she'd just screwed, then, deliberately, lecherously ogling another passing male over her partner's shoulder, with the new partner until they both dropped to the grass and began humping.
She danced and flicked, hour after hour, till well past midnight. Sometimes in her matings, in the dew-wet grass at the edges of the dancing area, she had orgasms; sometimes she didn't; but she gloried in the fucking either way. Indeed, the times she didn't make it to climax, only rendered her body, and her fuck appetite, more avid the next time around, and she'd eventually go off with an even bigger bang.
It was a swinging, Bacchanalian, sex orgy there in the grotto, and Marilyn tasted it to the full. The music; the moonlight; the constantly gyrating bodies; copulation galore; cunnilingus and fellatio, both before and after the mergings of sex organs on the male-female principal.
In the end she lost count of the number of cocks that entered her temple of lust and worshipfully stroked her high priestess of sex sensation, her clitoris, and brought her rocking orgasms. She, did remember that on at least three different occasions it was Ted's own sweet cock that performed the rituals for her down there.
"Having fun?" he queried as they fucked, and the shadows of couples dancing past them where they lay on the grass fell across their pumping, thrashing bodies.
"Love it!" she squealed. `I've never, never, never been so happy. So alive! So fulfilled! And yet so very hungry! For more, more, morel Thank you, sweet man, for having me come here. No! Don't stop! Don't stop!" she begged as he seemed to pause a moment as though he'd been waiting to be reassured by her answer.
"No stopping, baby!" he ground out the words and resumed frictioning his ramrod in her raging love-box.
Once when she was dancing with a stud and they happened to be near the orchestra, she and her partner started to do it, standing up, right there. The clarinetist bounded out of his chair and knelt beside them. He raised his instrument on a level with their jouncing hips and egged them on with wild notes from the clarinet, while the drummer beat a faster, faster, faster tempo for their movements.
"Go! Go! Go!" cried the spectators, some stopping to watch, others, paired, starting to fuck in the same stand-up stance.
The musicians leaped to their feet and kept the music going. The beat, beat, beat of the drumming, and of cocks in runts, grew wilder and wilder, more and more abandoned.
Marilyn and her stud, their bodies glued, inter-locked at the crotches, came in a blaze of glory, literally jumping high in the air as they hit the zenith of their orgasms. Other couples' orgasms followed, like pistol-shots.
After that jam-fuck session was over, the musicians resumed their chairs and played a less tempestuous number as the next in their repertoire.
Marilyn, ever so grateful for how the music had keyed her climax higher than anything she had ever experienced before, ran to where the clarinetist was sitting. She got down on her knees in front of him, opened his legs, and began sucking his cock for him.
Other women followed suit with the other musicians. Ted, equally appreciative of the orchestra's contribution to the evening, and most particularly to the massive, fevered fuck they'd all just had, offered to perform cunnilingus on the drummer's pussy.
"Oh, yes! Eat me! Suck me, man! But give me a cock to suck at the same time!"
Eagerly another stud who had, been standing close by, positioned himself at the drummer's head and offered his nobly distended prong to her.
"Wow!" she mumbled as her lips closed over the big cock!
She never missed a beat on the drums as Ted sucked her dry, and the other hot stud shot warm semen down her throat. She too blasted off fore and aft, top and bottom, cunt and mouth, her whole body shaking and shivering in high-pitched ecstasy.
Soon after that Ted had to give up.
"The door'll be open." He managed to lean down over Marilyn, busy fucking still a new stud, and whisper in her ear, "Keep on having fun, baby."
So preoccupied with her sexual-sensory system's still horny responses to a hard, male cock in her fuck-hole, Marilyn barely had time to nod as she slapped her cunt on her latest companion so violently that she had him screaming and bellowing. Under the nearly drowning music from the orchestra, he shot his load of cream into her with joyous lust.
Then Ted was gone. She got up to dance again and again soon found her next partner. On and on and on she continued with her dance-fuck-dance-fuck routine.
In fact she didn't quit until the music stopped for good for the night, the musicians packed up their instruments,, and the heaters and the colored lights were switched off.
The couples straggled back along the path to the Clubhouse, in the pale, mellow moonlight. Marilyn and her last fuck-mate had their arms entwined about each other's waists. He suggested another good-night nip of the same delight in his room before separating. But at last she'd had enough.
Strangely enough, in this world of public fucking, she wanted to save the intimacy of doing it in private for Ted. Lightly she kissed the stud goodnight and skipped off across the patio to Ted's room.
Her body tingled, sang. She was exultant. Her whole being was superbly exhilarated. She wanted nothing so much as to lie next to Ted and fall asleep with the sure knowledge that his strong, wonderful body would be right there beside her, available for more action, in the morning.
Ted was snoring when she slipped under the light covers on the bed. Tenderly, sleepily, she leaned over his face, held the nipple on one of her breasts between his half-opened lips. Without wakening he sucked on it hungrily until she pulled it out. He closed his mouth, his snoring stilled.
She curled her body around him and was sound asleep in three seconds.
CHAPTER TEN
Jerry Chadwick shuddered and gasped with the throbbing, tingling. thrills his tense, elongated cock was getting as the two lovely, Oriental girls expertly sucked and slurped at it, one after the other. His come had poured out of him split seconds ago as a result of their lascivious ministrations. Now, both of them still holding onto and stroking his long stem, from the bag of testicles at its base, upwards, as they continued to milk it, they were passing the cockhead swiftly back and forth between them, so that the lips of their mouths could drink in as much of the precious liquid as possible.
The whitish, slightly sticky semen dribbled down over their chins. Still fondling his pulsating organ vigorously with their hands, the girls bent their heads together over the stiff prick and kissed each other full on their mouths, mixing the semen with their saliva as they slathered the male-scented fluid over their lips, their tongues, and the insides of each others' mouths.
At the same time, Jerry was lying, half on his back, half on his right side, in a sea of pillows on the bed, his tongue doing fantastic things to Janice Danvers' vibrating clit as she lay on her left side,. facing him, her left thigh under his cheek, her right thigh either resting on his other cheek, or, more often, shaking violently in the air as he worked on her wet, feverish love-slit. Spasmodically he kneaded her buttock cheeks with the fingers of one of his hands, while the forefinger of the other hand was gloriously reaming her rectum, pressing the anal channel every now and then causing friction against her clit while his tongue performed the same delicious chore in fuck-opening of her pussy.
Janice's orgasm, from all that wondrous stroking and beating and pounding of her basic sex region, was long and drawn out, engulfing her in sweet release, as she thrashed her hips about and drummed at the top of his head with her hands, in the knotted ecstasy of her bliss.
The hour was late in their sex debauch in the tropically perfumed evening air of Honolulu on that Saturday.
He'd long ago lost count of how many times that afternoon and evening his cock had been in the cunts, or the mouths, of the three girls Janice and her friends Sylvia and Angie. They'd been feasting and fucking since early afternoon.
The feasting was an Hawaiian-style luau: roast pig, chicken, octopus, all wrapped in taro leaves, with side dishes of coconut, pineapple, papayas, and other South Pacific delicacies.
As for the fucking -- !
Janice had promised him a party and she'd certainly delivered in spades. He changed that, in appreciative rapture, in his mind, as he lay there feeling his pecker go delightfully limp in the hands of the two girls at last, she'd certainly delivered in -- cunts! And, wow! what cunts!
The moment he'd met them his pud had bounded to attention and he'd been impatient to get it into the warm, welcoming love-boxes of the two, beautiful, yellow-skinned creatures. He and Janice had just finished lunch out on the patio of the Haleakala estate when the two girls arrived.
Ever since wakening that morning, Jerry had been itching to screw Janice again. But she'd put him off.
"Save it for the party, big man," she'd enjoined him, her eyes glowing expectantly as she'd seen his hefty hunk. of cock-meat which he'd hauled out and shoved tentatively at her. She'd given the organ a loving pat, but had advised him, "I'm hot in the twat, too, baby. But think how much more torrid we'll both be if we keep our fucking in check for the time being!
"Now, as you urged me to do last night, let's concentrate on the facts and figures regarding the property exchange. I want to understand the whole deal thoroughly. That," she'd smiled amiably, but with promising pruriency, "that ought to keep our minds off sex for a little while."
Although coping with her many questions on all the facets of the pending real estate transaction had occupied the morning hours, sex still had been ever present in their thoughts. His hard-ons kept rising and intruding every time he had to sit close to her as they bent over the pertinent documents in order to explain them to her. Inevitably his eyes strayed to the luscious hang of her sweet, full breasts, bra-less as always, as she leaned forward to examine the paper (s ) in question.
It was a complicated, intricate deal in which she was exchanging the Haleakala estate, worth over a million dollars, for a prestige apartment house complex of comparable value, on Hillcrest Drive in Beverly Hills. For years to come, while she lived abroad, she'd be receiving the rents from the leases on the 25 luxury apartments as income. Jerry was insisting that she go over all the leases with him, as well as digest the thumb-nail background information on all her soon-to-be tenants. Additionally, he wanted her to be conversant with the arrangements whereby a Los Angeles real estate management firm would manage the property for her, oversee the annual repainting and other necessary repairs, pay the taxes, collect the monthly rents, and so on.
By lunch time he was so raunchy that he gaped unabashed in sheer delight when the two girls walked in.
"These are two of the loveliest women I know," Janice said as she kissed them both affectionately and then performed the introductions. "Sylvia Tomisei. She's American-Hawaiian-Japanese. Twenty-two years old. Born here in Honolulu. She's a stewardess with one of the airlines that flies into Hawaii.
"And this is Angie Choung. She's twenty-one. Hawaiian-Chinese. She was born in Hilo. She's a featured stripper at the Mah Jong Club in downtown Honolulu."
Both girls were absolutely stunning, Jerry thought. Their supple, small, rounded bodies, so superbly shaped as to breasts, tucked-in waists, flaring, firm thighs and buttocks, legs right down to delicate ankles, were sheathed in smooth, golden-yellow skin. Their faces were pert and pretty. Their moderately slanted black eyes were alert and eager as they looked him' over with obvious speculation.
The four of them sipped rice wine and drank lightly of mai tai, a mildly intoxicating drink, as they sat on the patio and chattered inconsequentially.
"Give us five minutes," Janice said at last, .rising, Sylvia and Angie rising with her, "to get ready for you. In the bedroom upstairs. You be ready, too."
Sitting there alone, nursing his drink, his eyes darting to his wrist-watch to keep track of the five minutes, Jerry eased the ache in his distended prong by stroking it as it lay along his thigh under the fabric of his shorts and slacks.
At the end of four minutes he put down his glass and strode across the patio, into the house, up the stairs, down the upper hall, to the fourth door that opened off the hall.
Jerry halted at the doorway. Waves of exotic, erotic perfumes assailed his nostrils. His eyes and his senses boggled at what he saw inside. All three girls were naked, their bare skins softly gleaming in the afternoon sun filtering into the room. Janice was lying on her back on the big bed. Her legs were up, bent at the knees, the soles of her feet planted firmly on the mattress. Her thighs were spread and her dazzlingly lovely cunt, with its curling pubic hair and its moist fuck-slit, stared at him, luring him.
The other two girls, with their sleek, yellow-white skins, were on their hands and knees, one on each side of Janice, each one sucking on one of the white girl's tits, their long cracks of cunt and anus, surrounded delicately with fringes of short, straight, silky, jet-black pubic hair, facing him as they wiggled their rumps at him, lazily and seductively. With her hands Janice ardently caressed the full, dangling boobs of the two girls as they bent lovingly over her.
Jerry shed his clothes instantly and leaped on the bed to join them. All three girls stopped what they'd been doing promptly and went to work on him instead, enveloping him in the most exquisite sexual foreplay he had ever experienced.
They kissed him all over passionately. They caressed him. They played with his balls. They sucked him in turn. One sucked him while the other two caressed and kissed him.
They had him suck and fuck their dripping slashes, one after the other, and, alternately, fuck one cunt while sucking the cunts of the other two in turn. At first, and for a long time, they wouldn't allow him to orgasm in any one of them, testing and teasing him instead, driving him, and themselves, to new heights of delirious lust.
Not until he had brought each of the three girls off, to the accompaniment of their groanings, mewlings and satisfied moanings, did they at last flash him the go-ahead to blast off himself. At the time, his tormented tube was lancing in and out of Sylvia's tight little cunt as she lay under him, facing him. His head was angled off to Janice who was lying on her back, with her torso level with Sylvia's heal. He was bent down with his face over Janice's crotch, his mouth busily sucking her warm, quivering cunt.
Behind him, as he pumped Sylvia, Angie sat, alternately kissing and licking both Jerry's and Sylvia's buttocks and assholes and corkscrewing their rectums with her finger.
His senses were dizzy, intoxicated. Every part of his body was on fire, from his tongue on Janice's clitoris, his lips on her gash, his chest burning against Sylvia's tits squirming under him, his belly slapping against Sylvia's belly, his rock-hard dong banging away inside Sylvia's sex-bucket, to the additional ribaldry caused in his anal region by Angie's tongue, lips and fingers.
He came in a mighty tidal flood, his yammering, spurting cock shaking Sylvia's vaginal passage as though it were a rag doll, bringing her off again, too. Simultaneously he hungrily, snappingly ate Janice's pussy so hard, she, too, orgasmed anew. All of which made Angie so wild for a new climax of her own that she yanked him mercilessly off Sylvia and out of Janice's pussy, flipped him over, scrambled atop him, and stuffed as much as she could of his slowly deflating cock-piece up into her own incredibly wet cunt. She hardened him again in a hurry and wriggled herself an unexpected bonus orgasm.
They rested briefly.
Next they anointed both his body and their bodies with an assortment of sexually heady-scented body lotions: distillations of hibiscus, frankincense, pikake and frangipani -- the latter two produced from red jasmine flowers.
When they were all saturated with the perfumes, they adjourned to a sparsely furnished, gymnasium-like room down the hall. They placed a mat on the floor in the center of the room, led him to it, and had him lie on it on his back. They had him stretch out his legs, spreading them slightly at the crotch. His arms were outstretched above his head. They secured him in that spread-eagled position by tying his legs at the ankles, and his arms by the wrists to pegs inserted in holes in the floor at the appropriate places adjacent to his limbs.
Above him, suspended from the ceiling by ropes, was a "Chinese basket", a comfortable chair, or sling, made of sturdy fabric. A person could sit in it, quite relaxed. There was a slit, or opening, in the seat, or bottom, of the chair, approximately in line with the fuck-crack of a woman as she sat in it.
The basket was operated electrically by switches on the basket itself and on one of the walls, so that it could be raised or lowered at will.
The basket was brought down. Janice was the first to experiment with it. She climbed into it and raised herself a few inches above his flag-pole erection which was zooming straight up in the air at right angles to his torso.
Sylvia and Angie knelt on the floor, one on each side of his crotch. Holding his stem up firmly, they steadied it, as Janice, in the basket, lowered her vagina courtesy of the slash in the seat over the long shaft. She yipped with wild joy as she felt it penetrate her cuntal passage.
She began a slow swinging on the cement-hard cock, back and forth, sideways. As best he could, tied though he was, he had to a little compensating humping of his buttocks, up and down, adding new thrills to the frictioning and the grating that cock and cunt and clitoris were getting. For both of them it was mind-boggling, glorious.
He strained against the restraining ropes on his legs and arms. If only his limbs were free so that he could grasp Janice's buttocks, or caress her with his fingers! What sensations the free-swaying ride of her cunt on him was generating in his captive tube and then telegraphing at lightning speed all through his body!
At his cock's base, tucked in, adjacent to his asshole, he two girls played with his bag of testicles, squeezing the balls, caressing them, licking them, taking. one of them at a time into their mouths, savoring it, and then spitting it out.
"Wild! Beautiful!" chirruped Janice, bouncing her body about in the basket in an agony of delight. "I'm on a roller-coaster! The sensations are welling up in me! I'm riding free to bang-off!" She caressed her breasts with one hand and played with her mons yeneris with the other hand, pressing at the area around the nub of her clit from the outside to add to the gorgeous, thrill-creating beating the clitoris was taking on the inside from his great ramrod piercing up in her from underneath through the slit in chair and cunt.
"Ream my asshole, sweeties!" she yelled down at Sylvia and Angie, "and I'll blast off in glory!"
It was Sylvia who performed the rite for her, moistening the tip of her forefinger with the cunt-juice so liberally seeping from Janice's hairy crack. Then, the finger thoroughly lubricated, she pressed it, at first gently, and then roughly, up, up, up in Janice's back passage, while Janice bleated in pain and pleasure.
"Ream it! Ream me!" the white girl yowled. "Oh, God! How I'm coming! I'm mad! I'm going crazy! Out of my mind. Argh-h-h-h! How good it is! Oh, God!" Her vaginal walls clutched fiercely at the cock in her womb. Her rectal muscles contracted on the finger in her asshole. She shook her torso in a frenzy, beating at her twat with her free hand in her lap, and hitting her hard-nippled tits with her other hand until her breasts hurt, hurt beautifully.
"Don't come! Don't come!" bellowed the other two girls to Jerry. "Save it till we've each had a turn on you!"
But it was too late! Even as they tore the cock out of Janice's slit, his orgasm had billowed up from his taut balls. But he wanted something sliding over the cockhead at the last moment, pulling on it. Oh, God, yes! If not a vagina then "Suck it! Suck it! Suck! You bitches! Suck! Don't leave me jerking off in mid air!" he pleaded.
Avidly both girls jammed the spouting, geysering end of his tool in their mouths, one after the other, thirstily lapping at it, milking it, draining it. For long moments the sensations sizzled and broiled in him until they had siphoned out the last drop of his seed. Indeed they did such a job on him that he was almost harried by fear that he'd never again have any semen to expend.
He knew that wasn't possibly true, of course, and within minutes those two expert, delectable, yellow-skinned females, with their eons' old Oriental skill in all things erotic, had proved it. Their ministrations on his flopping dick soon had it up and begging for more, more, more -- every bit his usual proper, raging cock.
Sylvia and Angie took their turns in the basket. After their sessions they both claimed they'd had the most enthrallingly excruciating, the most enchantingly lovely orgasm they'd had in ever and ever so long!
Fortunately his manhood didn't fail him once, even though he'd had to orgasm both times. Had to? He'd wanted to! He'd exulted in coming! He'd proven to himself he was more man than even he'd known! just wait till he got home and bragged to Marilyn about the whole marvelous scene Honolulu had been for him ever since he'd arrived, he thought to himself as, at last, his sexy captors undid his leg and arm bonds.
Gratefully, eagerly he kissed and sucked the girls, one after the other, not bringing any of them off, just heating them up, satiating his sexual-sensory system with the feel of their flesh, their bodies, their warmth, their sexual fragrance -- all the more precious to him after having his own body relatively isolated from their bodies -- due to his having been tied down -- except, of course, for the cock-cunt connection.
The sex romp continued, unabated, hour after hour. They utilized as much of the gym equipment as they could, inventing and improvising as they went along. He fucked the girls as they sat on the swings with opened legs while he stood in front of them, his sturdy hard-on racking imperiously up their love-chambers.
He screwed them from the rear, as they draped themselves over the parallel bars. They tried the electrically actuated vibrating pads, adding that steady motion to the natural torso rhythm of fucking when a cock is ensconced in a cunt.
They screwed standing up, face to face, cock in cunt, with the other two girls standing up with them, one with her front -- breasts, belly, cunt-pressed hard against his back, the other girl doing the same with her front against his fuck-mate's back, all four of them glued together with lust, dancing about, stiff-legged, building up the thrills and tingles, twitching and itchings until the male-female pair in the middle spasmed with climax. Then the two on the outside, one after the other, became his partner in the embrace in the middle, and the thing was repeated all the way to orgasm again, thus assuring that no girl was left unsatisfied.
They went back downstairs and out to the patio and played in the swimming pool. He fucked them there, in the water, dog-paddling, floating, standing up treading water -- all sorts of ways. He was beginning to run low on semen, but not on horniness! Hell no, he assured himself. His stem still stayed up when he-or they -- wanted it to, proud, rock-hard, pleasing all of them with its stamina, so that he could bring all three of them to climax and not orgasm himself. By the start of the next game-play, unable to hold back the flow any longer, he'd shoot his creamy load into whomever was on his prong, definitely having to rest a bit before going on with the other two girls in that particular round.
Sometimes during respites, they all ate pussy, he doing one of the girls, while the other two, locked in the curl of the 69-position, sucked each other.
When dinner time came, they fucked between courses mingling the taste of roast pig and chicken and coconut and pineapple with cunt-juice and semen, and all of them joyously loving every soaring bit of it.
They watched television as the night shadows came on. His cock remained always in a cunt, but cunt and cock were quiveringly still until the moment of the commercial, then wriggling about furiously until the commercial ended, more quiet waiting and watching until the next commercial, and so on and so on, until, finally, no action on the silver screen could stay the raging ultimatums of loins and sex organs. They came in battering surges of lusty, wanton thrills.
Sylvia and Angie, at both his and Janice's insistence, slept over, all four of them in the same large bed. Intermittently, during the long night, he'd be jostled awake by one or the other of them to service their cuntal needs so that they could drop peacefully back to dreamland.
By dawn's early light Jerry was finally exhausted and all three girls had been satisfied enough so that all of them slept steadily through the morning.
At noon Sylvia had to leave to catch her noon flight out of Honolulu for Tokyo. She kissed Jerry good-bye but he didn't waken.
"We must do this again, Janice! Aloha!" she warbled to her hostess as she got in her car and tootled off.
Angie, too, took her leave shortly after that. Although she didn't perform at the Mah Jong Club on Sundays, her particular stud, a young Japanese sailor on a freighter out of Yokohama, was due in at a Honolulu dock at five that afternoon, and she wanted a few hours to compose ?herself so she could meet him with no memory of Jerry in her mind or her body to cloud their rendezvous.
"Like the song says," she murmured to Janice in parting as she stepped into her Toyota in the drive-way, "I got to wash that man, that super, super cocks-man," she gestured to indicate Jerry in the bed up-stairs, "right out of my hair. And out of my cunt," she added, wryly, smiling knowingly, appreciatively, and drove off.
Janice walked back in the house, tripped up the stairs, pulled a chair over to the side of the bed nearest Jerry's supine body. She slipped off the dressing gown she'd worn for breakfast with her two Oriental guests, sat down in the chair, with her legs open so Jerry could look right into her cunt the moment his eyes opened, and contentedly prepared to wait for however long it might be --
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Marilyn awoke Sunday morning, she found herself alone in the bed. For a moment she was frantic. Without the touch of a male body beside her she felt lost, rejected. For years now, ever since her marriage to Jerry three years ago, there'd always -- well, usually always, she admitted swiftly, remembering the many times he'd been away from home; on business, ac-cording to him, but she suspected business was always well mixed with cunt-pleasure for him -- anyway, usually her husband's strong frame, was next to hers when she opened her eyes in the morning. And the last two days Ted's body had been there.
She stretched luxuriously, recalled with what free-wheeling abandon she'd used her vagina yesterday and last night. Out of curiosity she tested her cuntal muscles by contracting them to see if they still transmitted any feeling-perhaps of hurt? -- to her. They didn't hurt. They were normal, trying to grasp some-thing like a solid cock. Not finding it, they relaxed.
She ran her hands over her nipples. No pain there She patted her mons veneris, and her clit responded with a tentative answering thrill.
Wow! she thought to herself, what a powerful force sex was, and how sturdy the sex organ that ultimately had to express it! She was beginning to want to be fucked again in the worst way, just as though the satiation of yesterday had never occurred! How right Ted was! How had he put it after they'd made such violent love?
"No matter how much the world seems to be the same depressing rotten old world when I first wake up in the morning, I'm totally rejuvenated, in body and spirit, once I have the feel of my cock in a cunt. It's the same with women, too. Get your cunt filled with a cock and the sun will seem warmer suddenly, the day brighter, and the problems of the world will seem, if not less difficult, at least ever so much easier to cope with, live with."
"All that from fucking! My! My!" she'd teased him, nodded in mock seriousness, and pronounced, "The master speaketh!"
She remembered with a thrill of pleasure how he'd reacted to that. He turned her over on her belly and spanked her lightly, sexily on the buttocks. Then he flipped her over on her backside, 'shoved her thighs apart, entered her with endearing forcefulness, and thundered her love chamber with his dancing phallus until she came in mere minutes.
When would Ted be back, she wondered? Where had he gone? For the first time, as her eyes roamed the room, she became aware that it was quite foggy outside. It was going to be that kind of day.
"Every once in a while, particularly in early summer, all of juniper Canyon is shrouded in heavy fog," Ted had told her. "What do we do then?" he repeated her query. "Well, they turn on the heaters in the patio and around the pool. And, of course, the lobby is warm. But nobody does any sunning on days like that." He grinned lewdly at her. "Mostly you spend such days in cozy fucking in the privacy of your room!"
So it was going to be that kind of a day, and where the hell was her "cozy" fuck-master? to keep her happy? to amuse her? to thrill her?
She sat up, swung her legs off the side of the bed, and started for the bathroom. En route there she passed the open bedroom door that led into the living room. With a start she spotted the tray of breakfast on the dining table. There was a piece of paper, with her name on it, on the tray propped up against the carafe of coffee.
She detoured to the living room, scooped up the paper, saw that it was a note from Ted, took it into the bathroom with her, and read it as she sat on the toilet to urinate.
"Here's a light breakfast for you, baby,"- he'd scrawled. "Hope it's still hot enough by the time you wake up. I've been called to a meeting of the Club's Executive Committee. Probably be a two-three hour session. You looked beautiful and fuckable lying in bed this morning but I had to hurry off. Later, though, baby! Wow! Love!"
The breakfast wasn't hot, but it was still warm enough so that she figured he hadn't been gone more than half an hour. As she munched toast and spooned up the three-minute soft-boiled eggs, she tried to decide what she'd do next. Should she go sit in the lobby? Perhaps buy a Sunday paper and sit reading it in the lobby? Or should she wander around outside, in the patio, or around the swimming pool?
Suppose she were approached by some horny stud? Her body would probably be all for fleshly acceptance. But her mind, and her emotions, which she assumed were controlled by her mind, told her that, for some reason presently obscure to her, she wanted her first fuck of the new day to be with Ted.
Could it be, she asked herself, that she loved Ted after knowing him for so short a time? The way she loved Jerry? The way she loved to be fucked by Jerry, the way her body responded to Jerry, and always would, even though -- she was quite conscious of the fact that her thinking was getting confused -- but anyhow, even though she completed her question to herself, she also loved the way Ted made love to her!
Sex. Love. Fucking. She shook her head in momentary perplexity. She certainly couldn't sort it all out in her mind just then. Teel and Jerry!
Hey, there was an idea! Maybe she could have both of them! When Jerry got back, she'd get him to visit the Apollo Sun Club in Juniper Canyon for a week-end and they could all fuck together, and, of course, with other club members, too. She'd never watched Jerry screwing another woman. That would be something! What was he like with his cock -- with her cock -- after all she was married to it, wasn't she and had some right, including a legal right, to call it hers. Anyhow, what was Jerry like with his tool ploughing the cunt of some other broad? If she would have Ted's organ in her at the same time it might be super!
Thinking along those lines made her start to feel hot again. It also confirmed her decision to wait for Ted to copulate with her before having any other fuck adventures that day.
What to do until then? Restless she roamed the suite. Idly rummaging around in the drawers of the bureau in the bedroom she found, not unexpectedly, a collection of erotic, pornographic pictures, in color; and an assortment of gadgets which she surmised were sex tools and devices, but she was familiar with none of them.
There were several dildoes, artificial penises in the erect state; there was a Japanese ben-wa, or Rin-o-tams; and three battery operated vibrators, one a flat-surfaced instrument which could be strapped to the palm of the hand, while one of the other two vibrators was obviously designed to be inserted in the vagina, and the other for use in the rectum.
She opened the box containing the ben-wa and saw that it consisted of two small balls, one solid, and the other, according to the printed directions with the gadget, a hollowed out ball filled with mercury. The illustration showed how the solid ball was to be pushed to the rear of the vaginal canal, while the mercury filled one was to be inserted just inside the labia minor, or cuntal opening. According to the instructions, movements of the pelvis, as the woman lay in bed, caused the two balls to collide with each other in the cuntal chamber, rebound, and collide again, and, the process being infinitely repeated, it created a vibrating sensation all the way along the length of the vaginal tunnel, as well as against the nub of the clitoris, that soon produced a series of multiple orgasms.
"In other words, a form of masturbation," Marilyn commented dryly to herself as she shoved the gadgets and the porno photos back where she'd found them. She'd much rather have a sturdy hunk of live cock-meat, all turgid muscle, veins, blunt, slitted cock-head, and dangling balls any old time, she asserted mentally.
All the same she was feeling more and more horny. And, at. the same time, pleasantly drowsy. After all, she reminded herself, excusing the drowsiness, yesterday had been hectic, exhausting. And, in any event she was determined to wait for Ted to fuck her. Why not sleep until then?
Accordingly she unlocked the front door to the suit so he wouldn't have to knock, but could just go in, slip into bed with her and start. She went back to the bedroom, lay on the bed, ran her hands seductively over her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and her mons veneris for a few seconds until she dozed off and was soon sound asleep again.
The first thing she was conscious of feeling, as she emerged from deep sleep, was a sweet, delicious tingling in the nipples of her breasts. The tingling sensation spread warmly through her. Her fits were being kissed! They were being softly massaged!
Yet intuitively she knew that neither the kissing nor the caressing was being done by a male. The gurgling sounds being emitted from the mouth as it transferred itself from one tit to the other were soprano in tonal quality, not bass.
Her immediate thought was that Ted had brought in another girl -- perhaps Wendy who'd been in their golf-foursome yesterday? -- and they were going to have a trio party, two girls, with Ted as the stud, and the other girl was heating her up. Slowly she opened her eyes, fully expecting to see Ted's handsome face hovering somewhere above her as he watched.
But Ted wasn't there! And the girl at her fits didn't have Wendy's long, chestnut brown hair' This woman's hair was strawberry blonde, worn in a page-boy bob, with bangs!
It was --!
It couldn't be!
But it was!
It was Gwen! Gwen Chadwick! The ex-Mrs. Jerry Chadwick!
Marilyn slapped at the head. "Get away from me! Who the hell invited you in here!"
Gwen slipped her mouth off the breast she had been sucking. "You're awake! Don't fight it, sweetie!" She slithered her body sinuously, face down, over Marilyn's belly, until her face was above the prone girl's mons veneris. Then she hooked her arms at the elbows under the backs of Marilyn's knees, so that she not only imprisoned Marilyn, but could spread her thighs at will to open her snatch to Gwen's mouth.
Angrily Marilyn struggled to free herself; she tried to yank her legs away from the blonde's grip; tried to sit up so that she could hit out at her attacker.
"I've always wanted to do this to you, Marilyn!" Gwen breathed huskily. "To your sweet little cunt! When you were a schoolgirl in Oakdale. When you went to work for Jerry as his secretary! I longed to fuck you then. To suck your adorable love-slit! To eat you out, sweetie! Pussy and clit and all!" As she spoke she kneaded the delicate cuntal folds ,on the other girl's quim with her fingers.
"Seeing you naked last night -- so ravishing to look at it made my hands itch to touch you, and my mouth watered as I imagined how beautiful it would feel to get it over your hole! Oh, my God! How wonderful it is to touch it at last!" By then Gwen's finger had eased its way up the younger girl's vagina. "Seeing you naked, you beautiful thing, I simply couldn't resist having you another minute!"
Before Marilyn realized it had happened, Gwen went down on her, snuggling her smooth, girl-cheeks tantalizingly against Marilyn's upper, inner thighs, right below the crotch. She lapped at the outer lips of the fuck-hole with little love bites of her mouth and teeth.
In spite, of herself Marilyn began experiencing thrills in her clit as the cunt-lips, manipulated from the outside by Gwen's busy tongue, rubbed against the stubby end of the sensation-starved clitoris. But the thrill annoyed her. She redoubled her efforts to free herself from the older woman.
Keeping a finger moving gently in Marilyn's nookie, Gwen lifted her head off the venus mound to plead, "Don't deny me, sweet honey! I'm so hungry for the taste of you. My finger and my tongue want to be in your lovely, long gash! I can do the most fantastic things to a girl's cunt! I really can! Please let me show you. Let me try!"
"No!" cried Marilyn, twisting her torso mightily as she tried to get away from Gwen's grasp.
Suddenly Gwen let go. She squatted on the mattress, her body tensed, ready to spring. Marilyn, her legs free, bounded off the bed.
"Okay, you lovely little doll," Gwen's voice was low, almost guttural. Her eyes glittered dangerously. "You want to fight! I like it that way even better. The thrill of conquest! It makes your final capitulation all the sweeter, the final orgasm I'll give you and that will trigger mine, all the more beautiful, mind-soaring!"
She lunged at Marilyn as the latter pivoted on one foot and tried to reach the safety of the bathroom. Gwen caught her at the doorway, flipped her around to face her, flung her arms about her and squeezed her in a frighteningly hard embrace, crunching their two pairs of soft, pulsating breasts together -- Gwen's pulsating with lust, Marilyn's with fear -- so tightly the breath was almost knocked out of Marilyn.
At the same time Gwen slid her knee up between Marilyn's thighs, until it knocked against her pussy, and then began an insinuating thrusting of the knee against the cunt, which, by then, was beginning, in spite of Marilyn, to seep with lubricating wetness.
"You're liking it, dearest, dear girl!" exclaimed the delighted Gwen. "I can feel your love-juice! Wet! Sweet! Lovely! It sends me! I want to slurp all of it up! Suck it in! Savor it!"
Forcefully, keeping Marilyn locked in her grasp, Gwen back-pedaled them both over to the bed again and pushed her back down on it, then crouched beside her, and began kissing and licking Marilyn's entire body.
Her tongue passed over Marilyn's cheeks and her mouth, prying the mouth open for a moment and flicking inside to touch the other's tongue. Marilyn bit down hard on the inserted tongue. Gwen groaned in delicious pain, pulled out her tongue, slapped Marilyn lightly about the face and shoulders, in punishment, and continued her licking and her kisses.
She ran them down the prostrate girl's neck, over her shoulders, across her breasts, nibbling briefly again at the nipples. The tongue and the lips continued the fleshy trek, sliding down the smooth belly to the navel, darting in there, and moving on down, through the mop of pubic hair, sucking lasciviously at the hairs, and then finding their way to the front end of the slit in Marilyn's long, anal-cuntal crack. She pried Marilyn's legs apart and began nipping at the softness of the cuntal folds that guarded the vaginal opening.
Suddenly, as the tongue went on zapping at her ditty, Marilyn relaxed. What the hell; she thought to herself. Why not enjoy it? Sex was sex, as Ted and everybody at the Club had been teaching her by edict . as well as by example and experience the last couple of days.
What harm could it do her? There wasn't anything really demeaning about it. It certainly wouldn't make her reject men in the future, or start to detest heterosexual intercourse. No way! For one thing, she'd just pretend it was a man, Ted, or Jerry, or one of her groovy sex-mates of last night, giving her a cunnilingus job down there! Besides, she didn't think she could have an orgasm, that way, from a woman, anyhow. Not unless a man were nearby to take over.
So, what damage could Gwen do her? Gwen wasn't a sadist, not from what she knew about her, as related to her by Jerry. Looked at impersonally Gwen was just another human being, eating and sucking down there at her honey-pot, with her own sex hungers that needed fulfillment, too!
In fact Marilyn began feeling a certain curious pride in knowing that it was her body, her cunt, that was giving pleasure Jerry's former wife! In a way, it made Gwen, the ex-Mrs. Chadwick, the suppliant, seeking sexual solace from her, Marilyn's body.
"'Tis better to give than to receive," the Biblical advice sprang ridiculously into Marilyn's mind as she gave up all resistance and found that she was liking the sparks of sex-sensation Gwen was so deftly generating in her.
Gwen sensed the change in her captive's response immediately and settled down to her pleasurable task. She clamped her mouth over the slit and forced her probing tongue deeper, deeper into the scrumptious box, spasmodically scraping her lips over the labia majora, the outer lips of the cunt, at the same time. She loved the pungent taste of Marilyn's quim; it was ambrosia to her. She tugged and slapped at the clit, planting. gentle love-bites on that tormented, female counterpart to a penis.
Marilyn's eyes were closed. She had given herself up to the usually ravishing pleasure Gwen was producing in her. It really was beautiful, sensually gratifying, to have that rough, skilled tongue slip-slapping over her knob of clit, shooting shards -- of thrills outward from her snapper to all parts of her body.
Yet something in Marilyn's subconscious estimation was missing. Though the tongue was hard, it wasn't nearly hard enough. She missed the thickness of the solid shaft a man's cock in there. Her cuntal passage begged for something to be ramming up it too, as her clitoris continued to give her all those libidinous excitements.
Perhaps, she found herself weighing the possibility, perhaps in time she could learn, she could be taught, to force an orgasm out of herself just from having cunnilingus performed on her by a woman, no male cock around. Maybe, she followed the logic of the proposition, she should try for it right now! Hadn't she been raunchily longing for a climax ever since waking up?
Then, horribly, just as she'd made up her mind to go, girl, go, the tongue abruptly left her! Still keeping her eyes shut, she cried out in frustration as the thrills and the throbbings ceased in mid-air!
In less than a second, however, miraculously, the tongue was instantly replaced, superseded by a hard pole, snaking up her, that her whole being recognized at once as a glorious, gorgeous male organ! Simultaneously a hard; male body fell over hers, deliciously crushing her!
"Oh, Jesus! A man! A cock!" she breathed inwardly, exultantly, and began the involuntary humping of hips and pussy that would lead to a compelling, completing orgasm.
She fluttered her eyelids open, saw it was Ted, cried out a gladful welcome to him, in syllables, not words, and, as he whanged a mighty thrust of his rock-hard tool into her, from the tender tip-ends of her cunt-lips, up, up, up -- past her yowling clit, along the clutching, grasping walls of her vaginal tunnel, to come to rest at last at the barrier of her cervix, she burst tempestuously in a series of fast, soul searing, emotion rending orgasms, each orgasm building on the last one, until the final one, topping all the others in intensity and in joy, wrenched wild, exuberant shrieks from her.
Ted climaxed simultaneously, gripping her vibrating body to his in a vise of steel as he pistoned her sex chamber, his balls whamming against her nether buttocks cheeks, and exploded his wad of semen into her.
"Do me! Do me!" Marilyn and Ted heard Gwen bleat. She had planted herself on all fours alongside Marilyn's body, her butt-end waggling at Ted's face.
Loathing nothing, Ted pulled his still hard cock out of Marilyn and mounted Gwen from the rear. "I thought you were supposed to be all butch lesbian," he exclaimed, as he ground his way into her.
"Mostly, yes, by preference, you grand cock," she called back to him, "but, hell, not exclusively. I married your pal, Jerry Chadwick, didn't I? Ball me, man! Ball me! Spread your legs, girl," this last order was roughly shouted to Marilyn as she yanked Marilyn's torso under her face. "I like to suck when I'm having a fuck! A girl-suck! Ram me hard as you can back there, you big goat! You can't make it too hard for me! I like it rough, tough! Ram me!"
She buried her face in Marilyn's dripping cunt and licked up every drop of dribbling cunt-juice intermingled with semen she could and butted her tongue up the girl's pussy.
Minutes later all three of them came, very nearly together.
"Maybe I should have kept Jerry," Gwen murmured a few minutes later as she collapsed on her face, her whole body still quivering with orgasms. "Then maybe I'd have what you seem to have now, Marilyn. Two great cocksmen. Because Jerry was good. Is good, isn't her Marilyn nodded in enthusiastic agreement. "And my other old UCLA classmate, you Ted Stockton, you're good, too. Boy, are you ever!" She rubbed her twat appreciatively.
"Still," she went on after a moment, ruminatively, "I guess it wouldn't have worked out. I'll bet a couple of up-tight, good cocksmen like Jerry and Ted would never have stood for their main cunt wanting other cunts for herself most of the time. Right?" she shot a questioning glance at Ted.
He nodded. "One hundred per cent right!" he agreed. "But," he was curious, "you're so much woman. yourself, Gwen. All great cunt. So how come you switched off on the lesbian track?" He shrugged. "You don't have to explain, really. It's none of my damn business. But I have been wondering about it."
Gwen sat up, hunched her shoulders expressively.
"Who knows for sure?" she said slowly. "According to the shrink I went to right after my divorce from Jerry, it could be because my old man. He's a Judge -- you know, representing law and order and equal justice and punishment, and all that jazz. Well, in spite of his being the master of the destinies of people brought before him where he sits on the Bench, he was never master in his own house. Never!"
"My mother, damn her, ordered him about, dominated him morning, noon, and at night in bed. I used to spot poor Daddy with a hard-on under his trousers that would choke a horse, and he'd be looking pleadingly at Ma. She'd slay his face and tell him to go stick it in a bucket of cold water!"
"Sometimes I have a great dream about her. I'm pushing the old bag -- and she really looks like a bag now -- fat, waddles when she walks, has ugly, horrible sacks for boobs -- Ugh! Anyway, there I am in my dream pushing her down on a sidewalk, right out in public, and I'm cramming a bucket of ice cubes into her leathery old cunt!"
"Every time I have that dream I wake up feeling simply wonderful!"
She got up, rubbed her hands satisfiedly over her, body. `Thanks for the good fucks, folks!"
Just then Camille Desbiens came storming into the room and flung herself at Gwen, flailing at her with her fists.
"You bitch! Your horrid butch! I hate you! You bastard cunt!" she squeaked in her French-Canadian accent. "How dare you come here, have fun and leave Camille all alone? How dare you? I hate you? Don't you love your little Camille any more?" She stopped the fist action, erupted an angry stream of epithets and recriminations at Gwen in French and then collapsed in Gwen's arms, clinging to her like a child. "Please love your little Camille? Please! Please, pretty please!"
"Of course I love you, you dear little creature," soothed Gwen. "I'll show you right now. You don't mind, do you?" she threw quick glances at Ted and Marilyn.
"Hell, no!" shrugged Ted. "We'll fuck too, at the same time."
Camille's mood changed instantly. "I love! I love!" she chattered and cooed, all smiles. "Cock-cunt love while we make cunt-cunt love! Beautiful!" She ran to the bed, threw herself on it, held her arms out to Gwen. "Suck your little French baby-doll, my big, beautiful, strong Gwen-man!" she lisped childishly. "Suck! Suck! Camille's ditty wants woman-suck-suck!"
It turned into quite a party! Before it was over Ted had fucked and sucked all three girls, Marilyn, Gwen and Camille. They performed cunnilingus on each other, and at times, fellatio on him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The rest of that Sunday was relatively quiet for Marilyn and Ted. Soon after dinner in the evening a good many members, and their guests, including Norwood Klinger, Gwen and Camille, left for their homes and the coming week of humdrum, everyday life. According to Ted, they were renewed in body and spirit by their week-end of nudity, by being close to nature, by being the "natural" animals human beings basically were.
By Monday the Apollo Sun Club had really thinned out; there were less than thirty people around. Marilyn phoned Oakdale to let the office know she'd be gone a few more days.
"I'll be back bright and early Wednesday morning," she promised the Chadwick Real Estate .Company's staff.
"That gives me just two more days with you!" exclaimed Ted, who was lying alongside her in the bed when she made the call. He had his cock in her joy-hole under her left thigh, and while he joggled the prod there he played with the nipples of her breasts.
"I've been an apt pupil, though, haven't I?" she asked archly, pulling her vagina. off him and urging him to get on top of her and finish the fuck missionary style, the love-making position she liked best. "They're all great," she'd told him. "All the positions. Variety. Excitement. Everything. But give me a man lying face to face over me, his tool rocking my cunt, his chest pushing my breasts, his mouth locked to mine -- for the best, the greatest, the most exhilarating way of achieving total orgasm!"
With a gargled cry of pent-up lust, Ted obliged her, pushing his ramrod prick up into her. Her body shuddered in a welter of sensuous delight as her vaginal walls clutched at it.
"Oh, God! How lovely it is!" Marilyn moaned, humping her buttocks up so that her cunt countered the downward plunging strokes of his cock as he began riding her with a rhythmic in-and-out motion.
After a few moments he let the full weight of his body slump over her, belly touched belly, chest pressed gloriously against her throbbing bosoms, his mouth sought, and found hers, and their tongues darted back and forth into each other's oral caverns in a minor simulation of the action in which their genitals were engaged.
Ted was so horny, and she was so erotically, sexually delectable to him, her love-hole so tight and tingle-producing as his cock-flesh frictioned against the interior of her cunt-flesh, that he skipped all the usual intercourse niceties that time, the voluptuous lingering over details, the trick of almost coming to orgasm and then holding off for long moments in order to increase the intensity of mad desire when the pistoning of cock-in-cunt was resumed -- he passed all that up and just banged away at her, hard and wildly, gibbering wordless grunts and groans of sheer animal rutting.
He came in her with a great jetting of semen that vacuumed his testicles and jarred his frame as the orgasm took possession of him.
"Ted! Ted! Oh, my lover! Oh,, God! You're my god! My stud! My stallion, My super, super cock, Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard! Fuck me good! Split me! Let me die on the end of your cock!" Her voice rose in fury and then attained a new high pitch as she rasped out, "I'm coming! I'm flying! Oh, Ted! I'm having it! It's engulfing me! Drowning me! It's so beautiful!" Her voice ran down and she lay still under him.
They made good use of the next two days, filling them with fucking. He had her insert the ban-wa in her cunt, and showed her how to jig her hips to get the most out of it. At the same time, to add to her pleasure -- and his -- he squatted over her head and had her suck him off. She found it moderately satisfying. She pulled out the ban-wa and handed it back to him.
"I wouldn't want to use this without having your cock at hand," she told him. "It's masturbation, for all that it's pleasant, even exciting. As far as this girl is concerned," she asserted, her eyes bright, "I need a cock around to give me some genuine, sexual communication with another warm, hot-blooded human being. Otherwise, like I said already, it's just masturbation in a void. A real downer."
She felt the same way, too, about the vibrators he showed her how to use. He had her put the vaginal vibrator in her twat and then strap the flat-faced vibrator on her hand, with the vibrating surface in her palm. With his cock in her mouth to give him a blow-job, he had her switch on the vibrator in her vagina and run the hand vibrator up and down the length of his cock's shaft as she sucked on the cock-head. She found it sexually stimulating and she had a great climax once he began spasming his load into her mouth, driving his prick nearly down her throat in the sweet agony of his own orgasm. But she still far preferred a cock or a tongue down there in her twat to an impersonal gadget.
She was frightened and a little put off when he began talking about sodomizing her.
"Come off it, baby," he scoffed. "There's nothing Really all that unnatural about it. The entire cuntal-rectal area is more or less interconnected. The recto-vaginal septum, the panel of tissue that separates the back passage from the front, is a pretty thin wall. You sometimes like a finger reaming up your ass when you're being fucked, or sucked don't you?"
She allowed as how she did.
"Alright," he went on. "So what's the big deal about having a cock up the same place? It's maybe a little bigger around and a bit longer -- "
"A hell of a lot longer, teacher!" she cut in to exclaim, already feeling, in anticipation, the pain it would probably bring to her rectum.
"True enough. But, believe me, after you've done it a few times, it'll be that very length that'll help send you up the wall with some of the best orgasms you've ever known! Really far-out ones!"
She still looked at him doubtfully, fearfully.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it," he said smugly. "It's called sodomy, medically, legally. But it's as old as the human race. For untold centuries it was practiced as a sort of birth control. Nowadays it's sometimes referred to as making love the Greek way -"
"Greek way?" she was puzzled.
He nodded. "Traditionally Greek girls were supposed to be virginal in their cants till they got married. But they wanted to keep their studs happy -- and themselves too -- so in order not to get pregnant until after the wedding bells, they let the boys -- that is, their studs -- run the old cock up their assholes. That way everybody was happy, getting their rocks off, and life went on."
"My, aren't we the Mr. Smart Ass know-it-all!" she remarked, mockingly. "Ted Stockton, the old sex professor himself!"
He ignored that and set about preparing her very carefully for what was ahead. He heated her up slowly with prolonged pre-coital foreplay. He kissed her fervently. He masturbated her a little, manually. He sucked her. He had her suck him, He had her use the ban-wa briefly at the same time he stuck the rectal vibrator up her asshole and switched it into action. Keeping the rectal vibrator where it was he slipped the ban-wa out of her cunt and inserted the vaginal vibrator there.
At last he had her remove all the sex devices. He could see that she was ready. She was panting. Her cunt was juicy. Her nipples quivered. Her eyes glittered.
He had her get up on her hands and knees with her buttocks facing him. He had her lean forward on her elbows so that the trunk of her body sloped gracefully down, away from his crotch.
His cock was rock hard. He could hardly wait to get it in that tight orifice between her buttocks. He teased and tested the asshole with the blunt end of the cock.
She moaned and nodded her head with the pleasure that it gave her. So far, so good. Though his cockhead was well lathered by her cunt-juice, he wanted a more thorough lubrication job on his penis the first time he went in her. He rubbed vaseline generously on the cockhead and smeared a glob of the same jelly up as far as his finger would go in her rectum.
She squealed happily as she felt the finger there. He pulled the finger out He held her in place with his hands on the fronts of her thigh bones and began easing the bulging, business end of his cock into' her resisting, rosebud asshole.
The tissues parted reluctantly. She screamed in genuine pain. He held himself in her a moment. Her rectal muscles began to adapt themselves to the big prod forcing its way in, and she soon wanted him to move it about He did and she cried anew. Now not with pain, but with pleasure. It felt, good back there! It was communicating a whole new spectrum of sex-sensations to her brain.
He moved further in. More pain. A moment's rest. Pleasure superseded pain. He repeated the process, again and again, his long, aching cock advancing up her back road by a half-inch at a time.
At last he was all the way in. The pain was tremendous. Deliberately, at his bidding, she forced her rectal muscles to relax and go slack. Suddenly, pure unadulterated horny pleasure suffused her.
"Jesus Christ!" she yowled. "I'm going wild. Bang it in me back there! Play with my cunt with your hand at the same time! And with my tits! Squeeze them! Hurt them! Every nerve, every fiber in my body seems about to explode!"
"Fuck back on me!" he commanded her. "Fuck back!"
She did, screeching with high lust as the spongy, resistant flesh of her rectal channel slid back along his huge prick. She shouted with delight at the sound of his pelvis smacking loudly against the softness of her white buttocks.
He withdrew his cock from her until just the end touched the rectum. She cried out in alarm! Surely he wasn't going to leave her! Not when she was beginning to enjoy it!
He plunged savagely back into her. She was delirious with the feel of it, the joy of it. His prick tingled. His balls were on fire. The pressure of her tight back passage on his nearly bursting cock was almost intolerable. He continued to batter himself in and out of her, gripping the tops of her thighs fiercely in order to pull her asshole back over his expanding cock.
His eyes bulged, glazed, as she bucked her body back on him, mewling and crying.
He came first, unable to hold back another second, his senses at the breaking point, every sensual nerve-ending in his body crying for release, release, release; for orgasm, orgasm, orgasm! He uttered a deep, throat-shattering yelp as his balls let go and spewed a volcano of semen into her hot entrails.
The moment she felt the burning lava of his come in her back tunnel, she, too, began to orgasm. For a split second she wished she had a cock in her cunt too, at the same time! What a sensation that would give her! Two cocks pounding and spurting in her two channels at once! And still a third cock in her mouth! Holy God! Wouldn't that be something!
Someday, perhaps -- someday -- !
The wish slipped away as she concentrated on wringing everything she could out of the unusual, strange orgasm she was having. It was wild! It was beautiful! It was wonderful! She lunged her ass all over his cock, crying back to him to beat her clit with his hand and pull on her tits as hard as he could.
He did everything she asked. It drove her to new heights of feeling; her clitoris was bombarded with orgasms! She felt as though she were climaxing all over the place -- rectum, cunt, breasts, mouth, mind!
And then -- Oh, God! Was it over? How utterly, beautifully fantastic it had been!
Her body sagged. His cock, deflating, fell out of her and he staggered over her back, forcing her down on the mattress on her belly. Lying as close to him as possible, her buttocks shoved against his belly, they rested. Panting and gasping, they tried to return their breathing and their heartbeats to normalcy.
It was a long time before either of them could speak "Have I graduated?" she asked at last.
At her request Ted drove her back to Oakdale at the crack of dawn on Wednesday. How strange it seemed to put her clothes back on when they got to the gate to the Club!
Two hours later the car pulled to a stop in front of her house. Ted had to get on back to his own pad down in Los Angeles and then to his office.
"Did you have fun, sweetie?" he asked her as she prepared to get out of the Lincoln convertible.
She nodded animatedly. "I loved every minute of it."
"You're quite a girl. A broad. A cunt," he said approvingly. "Old Jerry's one lucky stud!"
"I'll be seeing you again, won't I?" There was a trace of panic at the thought of losing Ted in her voice.
"Sure you will, baby. We've got this Apollo Sun Club zoning bit to work out, haven't we?"
"Nothing else?"
"Plenty else," he assured, grinning.
"How'll we work it out?" She wanted specifics, she didn't want him to lose interest inkier.
"We'll just let it happen." He shrugged, "It will. Don't fret it. Hey, here's an idea. You and Jerry drive down to the Club this weekend."
"Well, that'll depend on Jerry."
"Okay. So perhaps not the whole weekend. Come down for one day, down in the morning and back that night. Say," he grew more enthusiastic, "here's an even better idea. Invite a couple of your Town Councilmen -- with or without their wives -- to go along with you. Give them a chance to look the Club people over, and get a better understanding of what it's all about. Think it over. If Jerry can't make it, you come anyway with your Councilmen and their wives. I bet their eyes will pop! That's going to be something! Yeah!" He smiled in obvious anticipation. "Well, you've got my Los Angeles address and phone number. Give me a ring and let me know if you'll be going or not so I can make arrangements at the Club for you."
They didn't kiss goodbye, but she gave a fond farewell pat to his half aroused penis lying under his slacks along the inside of his left thigh at the crotch; and he let his fingers linger lightly but meaningfully over her hard-nippled breasts as he reached across her to open the door on her side of the car.
Then he was gone. She hurried into the house, quickly changed her clothes, got in her own car, and arrived at the office "bright and early", before 8:30, just as she'd promised on the phone.
She was glad she had a few days by herself before Jerry would be returning from Hawaii. She had a lot of thinking to do, as well as catching up on the status of the various deals the Chadwick Company had pending, or was in the process of finalizing.
What an experience she'd been through the last few days, she reflected to herself.
She performed the routine tasks of the office automatically, with only part of her mind alert to the details. She checked leases and contracts to buy and sell properties, and the reports of the various real estate salesmen on the staff.
In a way, she told herself, she felt as though she'd been liberated. Her body, especially her body's sexuality, its sensory equipment and corresponding spectrum of emotions, was like a whole new toy to her. She corrected herself, not actually a toy; rather a whole new being, with a new set of values, wider horizons. She knew her mind was mixing up her metaphors and that her thinking was sort of muddled. But after all she'd been through been through gladly! -- she felt she had a right, or at least could be excused for being a bit confused. It would require a little time for her to sort everything out.
What she soon did realize was that -- how correct Ted was -- her desire, her sex hunger, hadn't abated a single clitoris-beat! By Friday morning she was so horny she found herself putting on a very revealing, sexy outfit in which to go to the office, with the half-formed hope that maybe one of the salesmen would make a pass at her!
If only Ted were handy! How she'd love to stroke his cock, suck on its sturdy hardness, and finally have him drive its big, slitted head up into her wet, ready, vibrating pussy so she could shake herself on it, letting her puffed-up clit gloriously ride its steel muscled shaft, until her pent-up sex needs exploded in a starry orgasm!
Damn! She'd better stop day dreaming like that or she'd be having to masturbate herself. For a wild moment she wished she had one of those ben-wa's, or, maybe, a vaginal vibrator! But where the hell could she buy gadgets like that in Oakdale!
Maybe what she ought to do, she mulled over the idea, was to call Ted and drive down to LA to see him; if that was how desperate she was feeling sexually, she told herself, beg him to come up to Oakdale just to fuck her!
And why the hell hadn't Jerry called her? Where was he? When was he coming home? Maybe she ought to phone him just to check up on him; on him and that bitch, Janice Danvers!
At noon Jerry phoned her from Honolulu.
"Meet me tonight at the LA airport. United Airlines Flight #756. 8:30. We'll celebrate. Dinner at Chasen's on Beverly Boulevard and spend the night at the Century Plaza Hotel. You make the reservations. Okay? Love me?"
For a moment she was tempted to ask if that Janice Danvers broad was right there while he was talking to her, his wife! But then she thought to herself, Jerry instead of Ted tonight! Wow! A cock is a cock is a cock, she paraphrased the expatriate American writer's comment about a rose, as she remembered it, but damn it all, all of a sudden she knew she wanted Jerry's cock inside her more than anything else!
Jerry was her husband. She loved him. Also she had new things to show him about herself, about how she could play new sex-games she and Jerry had never done. She'd be a brand new cunt to him, she'd just bet! At match any day to Mrs. Rich Bitch, Janice Danvers!
Her own voice sounded shaky to her when she replied into the mouthpiece of the phone, "Of course I love you, Jerry. I can hardly wait to see you again. Everything go alright there? With the deal?"
"Deal closed. That's why the celebration. We're getting up in the world, Marilyn. Working out million dollar deals!" Jerry's voice came across the wire jubilantly. "We'll bank a cool $60,000 commission on this one! See you at 8:30. 'Bye now."
Wow! Double wow! She'd be fucking the balls off Jerry in a few hours she told herself as she hung up the phone.
The day suddenly came alive for her. Deliberately, even happily, since soon she'd be releasing them, she relegated her sex desires to the back of her mind. She made some quick calculations and reached two decisions. If she left Oakdale at four that afternoon to drive to Los Angeles, it would give her ample time to cope with the freeways' Friday afternoon weekend traffic, check into the hotel and drive out to the airport to meet Jerry.
Her first decision was that she and Jerry would fuck first and eat afterwards. Accordingly she phoned the Century Plaza and Chasens and made the necessary reservations to fit that schedule.
The second decision she made was that, no matter what, she'd be back in Oakdale in time to drive to juniper Canyon early Sunday morning with Ray Uttley and Jim Kenton, the two key Town Councilmen. She got them both on the phone and tendered the invitation. They both had similar reactions when she informed them they'd have to strip to enter the Club grounds. Though they protested, she could sense a definite libidinous undercurrent of interest in the tone of their voices.
"The one day only?" Ray queried her over the phone. "Hell, it ought to be quite an experience. A man's supposed to broaden his outlook on life by taking in as much experience as he can, isn't he? Okay. You got a deal. My wife?" He responded to Marilyn's suggestion that maybe Mabel Uttley might like to go along. "She won't be seeing anything embarrassing, will she?"
"Not unless she considers the natural, naked body of a human being an ugly thing," countered Marilyn. She thought to herself, I'm beginning to sound like Ted Stockton. No point in telling the Uttleys everything they'd be seeing! Anyway seeing wasn't doing, necessarily. Guests at the Apollo Sun Club didn't have to fuck; they only had to be naked.
Ray hemmed and hawed, said he'd have to call her back, and did so, five minutes later, to tell her his wife was accepting the invitation.
Ray was in his mid-forties, a rather stout man, balding, not particularly good-looking; he owned Oakdae's most successful shoe store, right on Main Street. Mabel, his wife, was about the same age as her husband, a bleached blonde, also a little overweight. Be good for them to have to show their dumpy, sloppy, badly cared for naked bodies there where all around them would be other bodies in really good shape!
Jim Kenton, who was in his fifties, a tall, ruggedly built man, with a large angularly featured face, wouldn't even consider taking his wife, but accepted the invitation for himself with alacrity. He owned a Chevron service station on the outskirts of Oakdale; in fact his station was the last one on the 'road to the Baldwin Ranch where the Apollo Sun Club was to be relocated if the zoning variance matter could be cleared up. He could look forward to a very substantial increase in the volume of gas he'd be selling, over the next few years, to the Club people and their guests.
Ten hours later Marilyn was sucking ravenously, ecstatically on Jerry's pulsating cock as he nuzzled his face in her sizzling cunt. They were lying on their sides, in the 69 position on the bed in their room at the Century Plaza Hotel.
At the airport half an hour earlier she had unabashedly flung herself into his arms, squirming herself suggestively against him as he came off the ramp from the jet.
"There's a change in priorities, Jerry," she had whispered to him. "We fuck first and eat later."
"You're calling the shots, baby," he'd smirked at her. His cock had started to rise as he felt his wife's exciting body in his arms.
His erection annoyed him. For days he'd been arguing with himself, pro and con, about the idea of getting a divorce from Marilyn. Compared to the swinging sex scene he'd been introduced to by, and involved in with, Janice Danvers and her groupies, sex with Marilyn, as he reconstructed the three years of their marriage from his new point of view, had a dulling sameness to it.
If he were free, he could find himself another cunt, a more sexually hip bed companion; someone more like Janice in fuck know-how and appetite; but she -- whoever she'd be -- would be younger than Janice, he'd found himself thinking. This latter reservation about Janice had even crossed his mind, disloyally, he'd known, right as he was ploughing her absolutely gorgeous, clinging, storming vaginal channel with his insatiable cock!
On the plane ride back he'd mulled, over the problem of how best to broach the possibility of divorce to his wife. In fact, one reason he'd suggested dinner in town to Marilyn, and staying the night at the hotel, was because he'd thought bringing up the subject would be a lot easier if they were away from their familiar surroundings.
Of course, the divorce would cost hind in terms of money; but the way things were going with him, financially and professionally, he could afford it. Besides, it would certainly be worth it in terms of his future sex life, wouldn't it?
And now, at the airport, Marilyn was firing him up with her cute little body, her warm skin, her sweet ways, and her very avid longing for the feel of his cock inside her box! It was upsetting. But his prick wasn't to .be denied. It wanted him to let it go traveling up that adorable, inciting little cunt of hers, so it could jack off in her!
In no time at all they had picked up his luggage, gotten into the car and sped off to the hotel. She'd let him know she wasn't wearing panties by hiking up her skirt as soon as they got out of the airport parking lot. She reached for his hand that wasn't on the steering wheel and brushed the hand against her pulsing love-mound. He felt the moistness beginning to form on her cunt-lips. She pulled the hand off her twat, put it to her mouth, nipped and sucked on the finger tips, lathering saliva on them, and then plunged the hand back down between her thighs, over her crack, and let him rub his wet fingers in her slit.
His body tingled. How could he have forgotten how fabulously sexy she was! Minutes later they pulled up at the entrance to the hotel, turned the car over to the doorman, and went up to their room.
As soon as the door closed, she was all over Jerry. She had unhooked her skirt at the waist and let it fall to the floor. How gloriously her pubic hair glistened in the soft lights of the room, he thought. She undid the front of her blouse and let it hang loosely on her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts, as firm as ever, he remembered, evenly matched, perfectly shaped, pert and round and tipped with red-hued, succulent nipples, trembled expectantly in front of him.
Kicking off her slippers, drooling a little, she had dropped onto her knees in front of him and tugged at the zipper to his fly. He hauled out his yawing erection and she began cooing over it, as he finished undressing.
She slurped it with her tongue, kissed it lovingly, adoringly with her lips. She nestled the large sack of his scrotum in one hand and caressed his testicles.
She could hardly wait to get that magnificent hard-on in her mouth. She took the huge organ in between her lips and teeth and began sucking on it.
After a few minutes of that, though, having her suck him wasn't enough for Jerry. He wanted his mouth on her, too. He pushed her head away from his crotch, lifted her up by her arms and led her to the bed. They tumbled on it, and swiveled their bodies about until they were on their sides, in the 69 position, their heads in each other's crotches, their faces at each other's genitals.
He gnashed hungrily at her lovely cunt, slavering over it, nestling his mouth in the fine, curly hair that covered her mons veneris and laced down in little strings along the outer ridges of her cunt-lips.
Her body shook with passion at the touch of his mouth on her snatch. She re-captured his prick in her hands, smoothed its length along the outsides of her cheeks. She nuzzled her nose into his bag of balls. She expended hot little breaths all over his scrotum. She thoroughly licked the outer, wrinkled surface of his bag, skimming the palms of her hands up and down the shaft itself as she did so; every now and then she squeezed the tool gently with her fingers.
She let out a muffled cry of sexual delight the moment his tongue reached the tip of her clit. She plopped his cock into her mouth and began sucking harder on him, rewarding him for the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.
Soon they both wanted the real thing. She tore herself away from him, almost spitting out his cock. She reared back on the bed and lay spread-eagled, her arms stretched out to him, imploringly, her hair flying about on the pillow, tossing her head slightly from side to side.
"Fuck me, Jerry!" she cried. "I don't want to wait any longer! Fuck me right! I want to feel your big cock screwing away inside me! It's been so long since you were up there! Fuck me! I love you! I love being fucked by you! Do you want me, too? Do you want to be inside me? Tell me, Jerry, sweet Jerry! Tell me!"
He didn't tell her. He showed her. In a frenzy of lust he got on top of her. He sucked each tit for a second. Then he pointed his rugged, yammering cock at her divine hole and with an animal yowl of deep pleasure, he rammed it into her slit and began fucking her with hard, sure strokes.
What he was doing to her sent her soaring into an orgiastic fury. Her cunt climbed wildly up and down his shaft. Each inward plunge of his tube into her was a new level of erotic beauty to her. Every time he pulled back almost out of her, she was frightened for a fraction of a second lest she lose him and be left high and dry, emotionally empty, sexually thwarted.
She fought hard to hold him to her. She thrusted her coot more tightly into his crotch, sliding her pussy over his ramrod, gulping it to keep it snugly tracked in her.
"Let's come! Oh, baby! Sweet Marilyn! I can't hold back another second! Let's blast off!" Jerry was shrieking in her ear. "Kiss me!"
He locked his mouth over hers and their lips and tongues were meshed together. They rolled their heads from side to side erratically. Suddenly, their torsos rocking and writhing in unison, his cock whanging about in her vagina with beautiful, violent jabs, his semen shot through his shaft into the farthest recesses of her sex chamber.
The instant she felt that hot, creamy load impacting against the walls of her cunt, she banged off herself, again and again, in a series of divinely desire-draining, wild climaxes.
Much, much later -- around three o'clock in the morning, after they had been to Chasens for dinner, returned to their room for another bout of copulation and fallen asleep he awoke briefly and remembered that all during his love-making with Marilyn he hadn't once thought of Janice!
As for Marilyn, no sooner had she orgasmed than she found herself feeling vaguely disappointed. Not that the climax hadn't been everything she'd anticipated; not that it wasn't one of the great orgasms. Why then, she asked herself? After munching on it mentally for a bit, it dawned on her that this was the first time since she'd been fucking with Ted that she'd had sex on a one-with-one basis,. so to speak! She'd gotten accustomed, at the Apollo Sun Club, to having her sex in trios, or foursomes, or groups. Even during the times she and Ted had fucked alone together in his room, they'd both known that they'd soon be out doing it with others, group style.
All the more reason, she told herself, to get Jerry out to the Club as quickly as possible.
Over dinner and cocktails at Chasens she told him she'd been on a visit to the Club in Juniper Canyon.
"You went there!" He wasn't shocked. He was stunned. "You! Oakdale's demure little Marilyn Chadwick nee Paterson? You went there! Naked!"
"Naked," she averred, sipping her drink.
"Did you go by yourself?"
"I didn't say that, did I?"
"Oh. Well -- with whom then?"
"Ted Stockton."
"I'll be damned!"
"We're going there Sunday, Jerry." She tried to make it casual. "You and I. And we'll be taking Jim Kenton and Ray Uttley, and Ray's wife, with us."
"The Town Councilmen!"
She nodded. "The same."
"Wow!" He sat back and just looked at her in amazement. "You have been busy!"
"No more than you probably, lover," she said cryptically, and added, equally cryptically, "I think we'll all be pretty busy from now on, Jerry." She looked him straight in the eye. "What with one thing and another."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sunday, at juniper Canyon, Marilyn was a revelation to Jerry. They drove down in the Chadwick's Cadillac, Marilyn in the back seat with the Uttleys, Mabel and Ray, while Jim Kenton sat up front with Jerry. There wasn't much conversation during the two hour journey.
She expected Ted to be at the entrance gate to meet them. He wasn't, but there was a message that he'd see them all in the lobby.
Marilyn nonchalantly proceeded to strip, like an old hand at it, chattering encouragement to the others.
"Come on, Jerry. Get your things off. Mabel, I'll help you. Jim. Ray. Why don't you two men have a little race to see which one of you gets naked first? I'll bet on you, Ray. The first one in the buff gets to feel my naked body against his. just a friendly, get acquainted embrace." This was aside to Mrs. Uttley. "Standing up, and no sex in it, Mabel. Just give them a little something as an incentive."
Ray won by getting his sock off his heel three seconds before Jim. He looked a little embarrassed when Marilyn presented her comely, tanned, naked body in front of him so that he could collect his prize. In fact he was so distressed, felt so exposed, that his penis, far from starling to bulge toward a normal hard-on, actually seemed to have shrunk still more, as though, unaccustomed to being out in public that way, it was trying to retract itself so nobody would notice it.
Gaily, treating it as if it were no different than shaking the hand of a winner, Marilyn threw her arms about Ray's neck and pressed her body to his and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
She knew that Jerry was trying hard not to seem to be staring at her goggle-eyed. That pleased her.
Smiling inwardly, she swung away from Ray, reached for Jerry's arm with one hand, and Mabel's with the other, and led the way down the winding path to the main building.
Ted greeted the Oakdale group in the lobby. He conducted them on a short tour around the grounds and expounded briefly on the philosophy and the aims of the Club.
"Do you honestly believe, Mr. Stockton," Mabel Uttley asked incredulously at one point during Ted's remarks, "that everyone in the world should go around naked all the time? At work? Shopping? Walking? Riding bicycles and buses and planes and automobiles!"
"Of course not, Mrs. Uttley," Ted responded amiably but earnestly. "All we're saying is that the naked body -- and, as a corollary to that, man in his true, natural, animal state -- is not something we should be ashamed of, that we should hide. It ought not to be frowned on, legislated against, or made socially unacceptable as it too often is in our 20th Century. We firmly believe there should be places and times when human beings, all human beings, can, for brief periods, days, weekends, or weeks, as here at the Apollo Sun Club, luxuriate in returning to their birthright condition of being the naked apes we all essentially are, and thus, in our opinion, rejuvenating themselves to carry on their work, and their lives, with new vigor and better understanding."
The tour over, Ted brought them back to the swimming pool area in the patio. There he introduced the Uttleys and Jim Kenton to an older group of members, including Norwood, Klinger, the TV newscaster, Wilford Vanderhoff, the architect, and silver-haired State Senator Christopher Rogers.
Marilyn could see that the two Councilmen were obviously impressed by the presence at the Club of such distinguished VIP's.
Asking the Uttleys and Jim Kenton to excuse them, Marilyn, who had spotted Wendy Warren on the edges of the patio, asked the young girl to join Ted, Jerry, and herself for a walk.
"Somewhere we can be nicely alone, Ted, honey," she suggested as they walked away from the patio. "Just the four of us. Where we can lie, secluded, under the trees and the sun and the summer breeze and I can watch my Jerry fuck Wendy. You'd like that, wouldn't you Wendy?"
"And Jerry can watch me fuck you, Ted. We've never watched each other fuck someone else, Jerry and I. Okay with you, Jerry?" Marilyn glanced at her husband as she hugged Ted.
"Of course ifs alright with him. He's got me to fuck, hasn't he? Isn't that right, big man?" That was Wendy, who had taken the initiative with Jerry.
Ted led the way to a relatively wild dell, fifteen minutes' brisk walking time from the central area of the club grounds.
Marilyn started by kneeling in front of Ted and taking his bobbing cock in her soft hands and massaging it and running kisses over it. Delightedly she sensed Jerry watching her in total disbelief. Actually, as he admitted to her later, he was hurt, jealous, puzzled and amazed, but hadn't been quite certain which of those emotions to let become dominant.
Wendy instinctively knew that something in the set-up was awry. Her female intuition told her exactly what to do to nudge it back to normalcy. She dropped to her knees in front of Jerry. The inward confusion of his feelings about what Marilyn was doing so uninhibitedly had adversely affected his sex organ. Though his shaft had risen at the prospect of fucking the luscious twenty-year old body of Wendy, it had dwindled rapidly as he'd seen his own wife sucking his old classmate's cock as though it were the most natural thing in the world for her to be doing!
Wendy went to work on his penis and soon had it up to a sturdy erection.
Ted broke the fellatio pattern. He wanted to get his cock up in Marilyn's cunt. Knowing that her husband was there had made him even more horny than ever for Marilyn. Gently he, pulled his prod out of her exciting mouth, got down on his knees beside her, and then eased her down on her back. She opened her thighs to him and he entered her as she gave a long indrawn sigh of appreciative pleasure.
For Marilyn, too, the awareness that Jerry was watching her made her more raunchy than usual. Her clit sang as Ted's cock scratched across its lust-enlarged little nub.
"Fuck me, Ted! Fuck me good!" Marilyn chanted up to the lawyer. "It's so beautiful! Heavenly! Your big cock reaming its way around in my hot, hungry little twat! I love it!"
For reasons obscure to him at first, Jerry took Wendy that time dog-fashion, she on all fours, her cunt being ploughed from the rear by Jerry's solid hunk of cockmeat, as he was on his knees behind her. Actually, as he told Marilyn later, "It was so I could watch you fuck Ted. You were absolutely fabulous. It made me a little jealous. But more than anything else I wanted the feel of your pussy on my tool again. That's why I just had to fuck you immediately after I'd blasted off in Wendy!"
Indeed he'd done just that; his cock, barely emptied as he pulled it out of Wendy, had jumped back to attention as he pushed Wendy away. from him and crawled over to where Marilyn lay. Roughly he shoved Ted off her just as she and Ted orgasmed with simultaneous wildness.
Jerry had to have her, right then, no matter what! He got between her thighs and rammed his newly hardened cock into her steaming vagina that was wet with Ted's come and her own love-juices.
Still shaken divinely by her climax with Ted, the moment she felt her husband's enormous, angry erection inside her, against her sensitive, trembling clit, she had such sensations of new bliss that she orgasmed again and again and again as Jerry rode her like a bull, grinding his teeth, shaking his body violently in his agony of lust.
Ted, roused anew, squatted over Marilyn's face and offered her his cock; eagerly she began sucking it. Wendy, not wanting to be left out of the action, threw herself on the grass near Marilyn's head so that Ted could bend down and eat her cunt while Marilyn continued to suck his cock.
In mere minutes the four of them climaxed once more, screaming with passion and lust, twisting and writhing their bodies in order to wring the last possible thrill out of each other's genitals.
At dinner that evening the Oakdale Town councilmen decided to stay at the Club until Monday morning. Marilyn considered it a good omen. She never asked, nor pried into, how, with whom, the Jim Kenton, Ray and Mabel Uttley contingent slept that night.
She herself spent the night in Ted's suite, in bed with Ted and Jerry. It was a memorable night. She fucked them both, repeatedly, sucking one while being screwed by the other.
The highpoint of the session, however, was when she had Ted lay on his back as she straddled him, facing down over him, with her cunt over his cock.
"Fuck me in the asshole at the same time, Jerry!" she cried out to him. "I love it like that! I want you `here!"
Marveling at the new things his wife was not only capable of doing, but hungered for, Jerry swiftly obliged her, driving his thrill-hungry cock up Marilyn's rectum.
"You're the living end, baby! The greatest!" Jerry burbled to her softly in the early hours of the morning, long after she'd had the double pleasure of two cocks spurting in her cuntal-anal region at once. She was lying between the two men, her face to Jerry's face, her back to Ted. Admiration and love, and even envy and respect were all evident in Jerry's voice as he spoke, and in the way he looked into her shining eyes.
She was content. She had no illusions that her tomcatting husband would ever mend his ways, nor indeed did she wish him to. But now she knew that he knew she could match him any time. From now on they would both be sexually free with each other, or with others, as the mood, necessity, or circumstances might dictate.
"I've saved our marriage," was the way she put it gleefully to herself.
* * *
Back in Oakdale at the Town Council meeting Friday of that week, the zoning variance for the Apollo Sun Club, which had already been approved by the Planning Commission, sailed through without a dissenting vote.
It took the Club six months to build their new motel-club headquarters on the Baldwin Ranch.
During that period, the Chadwicks, as did Ray and Mabel Uttley, became full fledged members of the Club. Jerry and Marilyn spent at least one weekend a month at the Club while it was still in Juniper Canyon.
It was after they'd been there one solid week, during which not once for seven days did they make love to each other, when Jerry started to worry. It was true that they'd both been busy as hell fucking others at the Club that week. But that they hadn't wanted to fuck each other really upset him.
"Sorry, Jerry," she said to him when he reproached her for not trying to get together with him for a good, old-fashioned connubial fuck. "I guess sometimes you're just not very exciting sexually to me these days. Maybe you better shape up and get with it. Make my clit hunger for you and my mouth water to have your cock in it again." She shrugged. "It's up to you!"
Jerry was well aware that she'd saved their marriage months ago by becoming a different, new, exciting woman. Now how could he save it? He didn't want to lose her. He didn't want her to leave him. No way! He couldn't live without her!
At last he hit on a solution.
They'd have a baby!
That would tie them together for sure!
Marilyn was very doubtful about it at first. But before long she was as enthusiastic about the project as he. They talked it over with other Club members. Out of those discussions was devised what was labeled the "Chadwick's-progeny-game-plan".
In order to guarantee the paternity of the product of Marilyn's womb, and yet not restrict her right of sexual freedom unduly, for a two-month period Marilyn would suck any cock she might want to, but, for that same period, or until she was sure she had conceived, only Jerry's cock would enter her cunt. Once she was pregnant she could resume whatever sexual activity she might desire until the crucial two six-week periods, one before, and one after, the birth of the child.
Everything worked out as scheduled. The moment the doctor verified her pregnancy she went back to her usual group fucking with Jerry.
By the time the baby was due, the Apollo Sun Club had moved to its new quarters on the Baldwin Ranch and at least a dozen other Oakdale couples had joined it as members.
Seven weeks after the birth of the Chadwick boy -- a healthy, handsome infant they named Harry (after Jerry's dad) -- Marilyn was horny for a good, double-fuck by Jerry and Ted, one in her cunt, the other in her asshole. She didn't really care in which order, which cock was where, so long as they were there, hard and tight and businesslike in her passages and oh! so longed for, so welcome to her orgasm-starved system. She'd leave it up to them to decide who went where in her that first time, because in any event, in the days ahead they could reverse the order as often as they liked.
And then, gloriously, it was happening to her there in a shady glen, the grass so green under them, the early autumn sky (it was October, over two years since the day she'd first gone to the old Apollo Sun Club in juniper Canyon!) so blue above them, the air around them still, warmish in mid-afternoon. Infant Harry was lying sound asleep in his bassinet nearby on the - ground The two men had picked cards from a deck, holder of the highest card having the right to choose her front or her back.
As the high card man, Jerry was lying on his back his cock snugly tracking in and out of Marilyn's famished cunt as she lay atop him. And Ted, who was still her great friend (as well as having become a really good friend and pal of Jerry's) and who had-been her most consistently chosen partner in all their group fucks through the two years, was lying on top of Marilyn, with his cock in her asshole, the three crotches layered one atop the other, the two cocks working magnificently in her raunchy sexual orifices.
What a lucky, happy girl I am, Marilyn Thought to herself as wave after wave of the utmost thrilling, fantastic, sex sensations surged through her body. A cock in my cunt, a cock in my anus, and, over there in the bassinet I've made a little man with a cock that one day, when he's grown up, will blossom to its own big, lovely hard-on and make some other woman's life glow as it bangs around in her cuntal chamber!
All too soon -- too soon, because she had wanted that first time after so long an enforced abstinence to last and last and last before she blasted off -- she knew she was going to come. She began screaming her joy.
"My beautiful studs! My two gorgeous cocks! How I love you both! You fill me and complete me! I love you! Oh, Jesus!" She could feel the hot semen pouring simultaneously into her vaginal tunnel and her rectal channel.
"I love it! I'm coming! It's so beautiful! When I die, let me die like this! Ram me! Hard! Hard! Harder! Both of you!"
As though on cue -- or was it eons old instinct, she wondered in a split-second -- Master Harry awoke at that moment and added his seven-week old screaming to his mother's and that of her two adult, male fuck companions, one of whom was his father.
